planetary deflection

When Yuan Xu came back, Jiang Jing had already packed up the lunch boxes.He put the drink on the clean table with some embarrassment, and explained in a low voice: "The vending machine jumps a bit slowly, and you can only buy one bottle at a time, so it took a long time."

The way he twisted the bottle cap with his head down looked terribly obedient. Jiang Jing originally wanted to reach out and touch his head, but thought that there was an annoying person next to him, so she held back.

"It's okay, I'm going back, and I just took it with me to drink on the way." She said, picked up the light lunch box that was empty, and instructed Xiang Zhiyuan to throw out the trash, "I don't have time to stay to cheer you up, next time come to play at home next time."

She made a special trip here but just delivered a meal, and was about to leave in the afternoon without looking at the project, Yuan Xu nodded a little puzzled, and then glanced at Xiang Zhiyuan, the meaning of the question was obvious.

"Let her go back, she will go to the beauty salon again after spending the afternoon." Xiang Zhiyuan said without mother-child friendship, and then said to Jiang Jing, "Then shall we send you to the school gate?"

"No, you guys have a rest, I'll go out by myself, the driver is still waiting outside."

Jiang Jing stuffed the lunch box into her expensive hand-woven bag, looked back at him, frowned and thought about it, then beckoned him to go.

"what happened?"

"Call your uncle later, he hasn't contacted us for a long time." She whispered.

Xiang Zhiyuan was startled for a while, then he thought about it, and suddenly understood why she treated Yuan Xu differently, and let his puppy love tend to be free.

"Okay, I'll call later, you go back."

He said.

His mother, who is as beautiful as a movie star, came and went in a hurry, and it was spread throughout the grades in the future. Even Yuan Xu, who had a meal together, was a little confused: "Why did Auntie leave in such a hurry? I thought she at least Will stay a little longer."

"I don't know," Xiang Zhiyuan continued to lie, "I probably have an appointment with someone to go shopping. She won't stay too long if she has nothing to do, she's busy."

The behavior of shopping is very suitable for Ms. Jiang's status as a wealthy lady, so Yuan Xu nodded and stopped asking.

"Aren't you going to do the Mathematical Olympiad, why don't you go back and get it here to do it?" Xiang Zhiyuan said, "I'm a little tired, so I'll wait for you here."

When Yuan Xu went back to the classroom to get the Mathematical Olympiad questions, he took out his phone, found his uncle's number and called.

It should be early morning over there, but Jiang Ning didn't make him wait long, and answered the phone after a few rings: "Xiao Yuan? Why are you calling at this time, don't you have class today?"

With a time difference of thirteen hours, he didn't sound sleepy, but the sound was slightly distorted when the signal came from halfway around the world.

"We don't have classes in our school sports meeting today." Xiang Zhiyuan laughed, "Little uncle, how are you doing? I haven't made a video with you for a long time. Did you eat on time?"

Jiang Ning was not annoyed by being supervised by his nephew who was more than ten years younger than himself. He said softly, "It's all good. I applied for a photography course at MUC, and I should be able to start classes in two weeks."

He went abroad the year before last and lived in a nursing home for more than half a year. After being discharged from the hospital last year, he moved into the house that Jiang Jing rented for him. He spent a lonely but not lonely life alone. Now he finally cheered up and started a new life. Xiang Zhiyuan was also very happy. He is happy.

"Then I'll visit you when I'm free, winter vacation? You have to make time to play with me."

"Of course," Jiang Ning said with a smile, "You decide when to come, and I will make a travel plan to take you there."

They are actually more like brothers than uncle and nephew. Jiang Ning was 13 years old when Xiang Zhiyuan was born, and 17 years old when the accident happened. He is about the same age as him now, but his whole life was almost ruined because of a serious illness and a love affair that shocked the whole family.At that time, Xiang Zhiyuan was still young. When he grew up and understood the word love, Jiang Ning had already tortured himself badly due to physical and mental diseases.

At that time, Jiang Jing was unwilling to let her baby brother live outside, so she hired the best doctors and nurses to take care of him, and she did it herself, taking care of Jiang Ning while taking Xiang Zhiyuan.However, Jiang Ning's illness relapsed, and it was not until a few years ago that he gradually came out, and he proposed to go abroad to relax.

No matter how reluctant Jiang Jing was, she still let him go and asked the trustworthy old housekeeper to follow her. She would know in time what happened to Jiang Ning.But Jiang Ning didn't call her very much. On the contrary, Xiang Zhiyuan still had some conversations with him, so she entrusted this task to her son.

Xiang Zhiyuan was willing to tell him what was in his heart. There was no one around the art gallery. He sat alone on the stone stool, thinking of Yuan Xu's way of lowering his head and twisting the bottle cap just now, he couldn't help but say: "Little uncle, I fell in love with someone."

Jiang Ning choked for breath, hesitantly said: "...Yes, who is it?"

"It's the same grade as mine, a boy." Xiang Zhiyuan laughed, "Don't worry, my mother didn't say anything, she just met her, and she told me not to bring in bad people."

"Really? That's fine."

Jiang Ning's shortness of breath gradually calmed down, and it would be good if he repeated a few words, but he didn't know what to say.

He was blankly silent for a few seconds, and Xiang Zhiyuan took the conversation knowingly: "I just want to tell you, because we both agreed, you are the first to tell me, and I will be the first to tell you."

Even though he was still too young to understand what kind of emotion "like" is, Jiang Ning just struggled for a long time to find an outlet for his feelings, but he couldn't find anyone to confide in, and finally put the words "I like someone" This sentence was told to his little nephew, but Xiang Zhiyuan never forgot the agreement between them.

He was at a loss and said a lot to his little nephew, for example, he fell in love with his teacher, and the other party confessed to him, but there is a 16-year age difference between the two and the shackles of being the same sex, it is still a teacher-student relationship, The outside eyes and rumors almost drove him crazy.He has no friends, dare not tell his sister, and in such a big home, he can only confide his pain to his little nephew who is still a child.

Jiang Ning was introverted by nature, he was handsome but shy, talented young man but not good at talking.He believed in his small audience, talked a lot with Xiang Zhiyuan, and read his pure and passionate love into beautiful poems to him.The small audience can't understand, but they always applaud him happily, saying that the little uncle is the best poet in the world.

The world's best poet lost the one he loved the most on his 17th birthday.

Xiang Zhiyuan was four years old at the time, all he knew was that his little uncle had changed from a sad person with stars in his eyes to a withered flower overnight.When she grows up, Jiang Jing no longer hides from him, and directly tells him the facts that she has just figured out not long ago.

"My little uncle's favorite person died, and he jumped off the bell tower of the Art Academy, bringing his poems with him."

Xiang Zhiyuan still remembers that Jiang Jing was crying badly at that time, which was in stark contrast to Jiang Ning who was sedated and fell asleep on the hospital bed.

"Little uncle, do you think he will like me?" He asked softly.

Jiang Ning on the other end of the phone finally sorted out his emotions and returned to the way he was when he just got on the phone. His voice was a little hoarse, but like the moonlight flowing at night, he told him very gently: "Our Xiaoyuan is such a good child. , if he also likes boys, he will definitely see you first."

Xiang Zhiyuan knew that Jiang Ning hadn't improved at all.

He just escaped to a foreign country where there is no suffocating care and love, and he spent two years in that house all day long, and now he finally wants to go out and disguise himself as an ordinary person.

The lover who had jumped from the bell tower had taken a bloody chunk out of his heart that hadn't healed now and probably never would.But Jiang Jing didn't know, the two of them tacitly kept it from her.

Xiang Zhiyuan hoped that someone could heal that scar, at least it would stop bleeding. His little uncle is the best poet in the world, with robins and thorns in his words, as well as the gentlest moonlight.

Class [-] held a temporary small class meeting, which delayed a little time, Yuan Xu came back more than half an hour later.

Xiang Zhiyuan moved away from where he was sitting just now, and lay down on the long stone bench next to the art gallery, his long legs stretched out arrogantly, and one arm covered his eyes, and he knew he was back before he took it away: " Yuan Xu?"

"Well, I'm delayed by something." He said, "I brought the questions, do you want to read it?"

Xiang Zhiyuan's voice was muffled: "I'm a little tired, I'll just lie down for a while."

Yuan Xu put the Mathematical Olympiad questions on the table, looked back at him, and felt that his mood was not right, contacted Jiang Jing who had just left suddenly, thought about it but still didn't say anything.

"Sleep for a while if you're sleepy, I'll call you when it's almost time."

The author says:

After talking and explaining a few words, I couldn't help but write about my uncle...

The original intention was actually just to give Ms. Jiang a reason not to object to her son liking boys, but the writing was a bit unstoppable, and finally turned into a story about a mocking bird covered with bruises.Jiang Ning will gradually get better, but he may never get out of the thorn bush that stabbed him in his life.