Chapter 237: Memories of Home

The word home made Ling Yunfeng feel familiar, but a little unfamiliar. Since last year, I haven't been home for more than a year since I caught up with the righteous and brave act because of overtime. The experience of the past year has made him feel like a world away.

Stepping into the familiar compound, several red brick buildings come into view. The exterior walls of the floor have long been mottled, and they are still entangled by various cables built behind them. The flower beds and bicycle sheds downstairs have long been built into simple houses and rented to outsiders who come to the capital to make a living.

Messy and dilapidated have long become the norm here, and this was originally an area for employees' families. As a result of the reform of state-owned enterprises, many workers were laid off, and soon the enterprises also closed down. As a result, it has become an unmanaged area, and after many old residents moved out, it became a habitat for those who worked hard for their dreams of entering the city because of the cheap rent.

Ling Yunfeng spent his childhood here, and the entire family area was still very harmonious at that time. After all, they are all the family members of the employees of the same enterprise, and they have a foil for each other. Therefore, Ling Yunfeng and his aunt depend on each other, and their lives are quite passable.

In fact, Ling Yunfeng has always had a question, he was raised by his aunt. But my aunt's surname is Huang, her name is Mei Xi, but his surname is Ling. He once asked his aunt, who said that his mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to her, and her father had been abroad because of work.

However, in Ling Yunfeng's memory, there was no father at all. If he is really abroad, he can at least make a phone call or write a letter or something, and he is not outside the earth, how can he have a message. From childhood to adulthood, this person has never appeared at all.

When he was young, he didn't think much of it, but as he grew up, he was furious when he occasionally heard the whispers of his neighbors.

Once, a few neighbors' aunts said with emotion: "Why is this girl Xiaohuang so desperate? Raising other people's children has delayed her life." ”

"Who says it's not? Aunt Wang, I heard that the child raised by Xiao Huang is that...... Yes, the writer's child. I guess Xiao Huang is still not dead set on that writer. Another middle-aged woman said, shaking a fan.

"Throwing away the newborn child and running away. Is this still human? If you want me to say, this thing should really be killed by thunder!" Aunt Wang said through some gritted teeth.

"He ran away, but it hurt us Xiaohuang. I didn't get it, and I brought a drag oil bottle. A few years ago, how many young men chased Xiao Huang and were scolded by her. There are also people who don't dislike having a child, but Xiao Huang just doesn't want to. What do you mean she's trying to do?" said the middle-aged woman, patting her thigh vigorously, looking angry.

The voice of the words gradually became blurred, and in Ling Yunfeng's memory, there were indeed many uncles who came to find their aunts when they were children. But my aunt would basically scold those uncles very angrily, and then she would hug Ling Yunfeng and cry silently. Ling Yunfeng didn't understand what was going on at that time, and it wasn't until he patted his chest and said that he wanted to protect his aunt from being bullied by bad people, and his aunt burst into tears and laughed.

From then on, in order to prevent those people from bullying his aunt, Ling Yunfeng would always fill his pocket with stones, and whenever he met those people, he would throw them with stones. This is also why Ling Yunfeng was able to have such a good head when he threw flying needles or iron nails when he lost his memory.

As I grew older, fewer and fewer people came to pursue my aunt. Although the neighbors will whisper about their aunt behind their backs, more people are willing to help out when there is something wrong. But as familiar neighbors have moved away, it's also getting noisy.

Ling Yunfeng and his aunt's life was still very poor, until Ling Yunfeng was in high school. My aunt suddenly went out early and returned late, and when she came back every night, she could see that she was very tired, and her face was getting worse and worse. Ling Yunfeng asked her, she always smiled and said that she was working overtime, and said that this was the leader reusing her, of course, she had to pay more.

At that time, Ling Yunfeng was facing the college entrance examination, and he didn't think too much about it. The breakfast that his aunt left for him every day is still very rich. Until Ling Yunfeng walked out of the examination room, what was waiting for him was not his aunt with a gentle smile, but his neighbor Aunt Wang with a worried face.

"Xiao Feng, go to the courtyard. Your aunt...... Your aunt may not be able to do it......"

At that time, Ling Yunfeng was crazy and rushed into the hospital desperately, and after looking around, he realized that his aunt had already been discharged. So he ran back home, and when Ling Yunfeng entered the house, there was a burst of food fragrance.

It turned out that my aunt had already made a big table of dishes, saying that it was to comfort him for winning the exam. Ling Yunfeng saw that his aunt was fine, so he relieved his heart and asked about his condition. My aunt said that it was just low blood sugar, nothing serious, and Aunt Wang and they loved to make a fuss. Seeing that her aunt was talking and laughing, Ling Yunfeng finally put her mind at ease.

After going to college, Ling Yunfeng had less time to go home, and in addition to completing his studies, he also worked part-time. After all, the situation at home is not good, and he doesn't want to make his aunt work so hard.

But in her sophomore year, Aunt Wang found the school again, and her aunt couldn't survive that time. Ling Yunfeng cried heartbreakingly, he hated himself for being so stupid. It should have been seen a long time ago that something was wrong with my aunt's body, and it was wrong since he was in high school.

Through Aunt Wang's story, Ling Yunfeng learned that his aunt had been laid off as early as when he was in high school. In order not to affect his college entrance examination, his aunt went out early and returned late every day to work several jobs. I have worked as a construction site worker, picked up drink bottles, and washed dishes in restaurants...... She does all the work that can make money, just so that he, a person who has no blood, can go to college and get ahead.

When she was dying, her aunt took Ling Yunfeng's hand and murmured: "You really look like him, you really look like him......"

It turned out that at the end of Ling Yunfeng's college entrance examination two years ago, her aunt found out that she had cancer. But for him Ling Yunfeng, his aunt was resolutely discharged from the hospital and made a big table of his favorite dishes.

Late at night, Ling Yunfeng opened the drawer that his aunt had been locking. Since his aunt's death, he has refused to enter this room. Because everything here is full of the shadow of her aunt, but she is forever separated from herself. The key was given to him by his aunt when she died, and in addition to a yellowed diary, there was a pile of change.

Looking at the pile of wrinkled change, Ling Yunfeng burst into tears again, because it was the tuition fee that his aunt had saved for him little by little, and it was the tuition fee that she had exchanged for her life......

The whistle of the car woke up Ling Yunfeng's thoughts. Unconsciously, Ling Yunfeng's tears had already blurred his eyes. When he stepped into the familiar building, he couldn't stop crying.

Auntie, I'm back. Your maple is back.

No matter how much Ling Yunfeng shouted, no one would respond. In the past few years, the people who live here have already changed one after another. The aunts who usually like to sit downstairs and chat have long since moved away.

Walk up the already potholed concrete steps, this place that carries the joy of childhood, the place where the aunt who once loved him the most...... At this time, he was beckoning.

The key was gone a year ago, but after a year as a special soldier, it was not a problem for him to open the lock. It's just that when the tin door opens, there will no longer be a big table of food and a smiling aunt waiting for him.

Everything in the room is still the same as it was a year ago, and it is the same as when my aunt died. Because Ling Yunfeng didn't want to change any of the places where his aunt had stayed, he was afraid of moving, and he would never see his aunt's shadow again.

It's just that Ling Yunfeng, who came back from being a soldier for a year, is no longer the previous Ling Yunfeng, and he keenly noticed that someone in this room has come in.

Although the person who came in carefully restored the location of various items, the man could not have imagined that these items had not been touched for several years, and the slightest movement could be captured by Ling Yunfeng.

Who will enter this room?

Ling Yunfeng carefully checked it, and there was no shortage of change in the drawer, as well as all the valuables. Except, my aunt's old yellowed diary.

Just when Ling Yunfeng's brain was running rapidly, the knock on the door was rapid and powerful.

"We're the police, open the door. ”

(To be continued...... ）