Mr. Alzheimer's

17 years sounds like just a number, but one who has experienced it knows that it is very, very long.

It can make people fall from birth to high school graduation, and it can make a middle-aged person step into gray hair.

There are more than 17 days and nights in 6000 years, and the average human life span is only [-] days.It covers the most exciting years of Pei Yang and Fu Shuzhuo, and also the most passionate and publicized more than ten years.

Fu Shuzhuo once thought that Pei Yang would not care about relatives who had not met him, after all, as far as he was concerned, he no longer had relatives.

But after he got sick, he realized that Pei Yang cared.

His silly cat wants to visit the place where he was born and meet his relatives, even if they have passed away.

Sha Mao also donated money to primary and junior high schools in Rongcheng County behind his back, and at the same time funded more than a dozen poor students, all of whom he had attended.

In the early days of starting a business, the relationship between Fu Shuzhuo and Pei Yang has not been disclosed to the public, for fear of causing a bad impact on the company.At that time, a reporter once asked him: "Who is Mr. Pei to you?"

"It's an important person," he said.

At that time Pei Yang was still smiling beside him, but he got angry when he got home, and turned his back to him puffed up while sleeping, Fu Shuzhuo pondered for a long time before he understood why Pei Yang was angry.

Because he didn't say he was the "most" important person, Pei Yang didn't look special at all.

But in fact, to Fu Shuzhuo, the only important person is Pei Yang.

Later, in order to make Shamao happy, Fu Shuzhuo changed his words when interviewed by magazines again.

He said: "He is the one and only important person to me."

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Pei Yang looked at this small building with white walls and black tiles, knowing that no one would appear behind the wooden door, he was still nervous for no reason.

It's as if as soon as the door is opened, Fu Shuzhuo's family members will appear with a smile and greet gently: "Are you here?"

Although he had never seen it before, Pei Yang thought that Fu Shuzhuo's parents should be gentle and polite.

With a dazed effort, a man who was about the same age as them came over: "Is it Shuzhuo?"

"It's me." Fu Shuzhuo turned sideways, "Long time no see."

"I haven't seen you for many years, I only saw you in magazines, a busy person—" the visitor sighed, "This is Pei Yang, right?"

Pei Yang nodded cautiously: "Hello."

Fu Shuzhuo introduced: "This is my husband Pei Yang, and this is my junior high school classmate Su Zhiheng."

"Hello, hello." Su Zhiheng came to give them the keys, "This big one is the key to your yard, and the others are the keys to the house inside. I put a sticker on it, so it's easy to find."

"I know you're coming back. I've asked someone to clean it. The bedding was just dried yesterday, and the sheets were replaced with new ones."

Fu Shuzhuo: "Thank you."

Pei Yang glanced at this small building, and said that it is not really small, the two and a half floors add up to a few hundred square meters.

Aunt Fu Shuzhuo's family moved out about six or seven years ago. No one has lived there for so long. It must be difficult to clean the dust and dirt inside.

Su Zhiheng laughed: "You're welcome, have you guys had dinner yet?"

Fu Shuzhuo shook his head: "Not yet, is the wonton shop at Qiaokou still open?"

Su Zhiheng: "Yes! But the old lady is in poor health, so she doesn't do much anymore. Her youngest son just took over the business not long ago, and the business is very good."

Fu Shuzhuo looked at Pei Yang and smiled lightly, "I'm going to take him to try it."

Su Zhiheng: "Okay. Originally, my mother knew you were coming back and wanted to ask you to come to my house for dinner, so next time?"

Fu Shuzhuo has been working and starting a business for so many years, and he is proficient in human relationships, so he has already seen this, so he said that he wanted to eat Qiaokou's wontons.

Going to a classmate's house as a guest for the first time will make Pei Yang feel restrained, Fu Shuzhuo doesn't want to make Pei Yang feel uncomfortable.

Relaxing the mind and consummating regrets is his goal.

"Then I won't bother you." Su Zhiheng waved his hand, "Contact me if you have anything to do. I've been at home for the past few years and I'm familiar with the surroundings. If you don't understand anything, you can find me."

"it is good."

After the people left, Fu Shuzhuo handed the key to Pei Yang: "Go in and have a look?"

Pei Yang stepped forward hesitantly, and when he reached the door, he turned around and asked, "Shall I drive?"

Fu Shuzhuo was amused: "It's not a lottery ticket, but you and I are divided?"

Pei Yang pursed his lower lip, and inserted the key into the lock.

Fu Shuzhuo said with a smile: "Even if you get the lottery ticket, you don't have to share it with me."

The wooden door is an old-fashioned iron lock, square, with an inverted U iron ring inserted into the hole, and the key below can be opened with a slight turn of the key.

With a "click", the inner appearance of the small building was displayed in front of Pei Yang.

Pei Yang originally thought that no one lived there for so many years, the small courtyard should be overgrown with weeds and dead leaves everywhere - but in fact, what caught his eyes was a courtyard of colorful rose flowers.

Now is the flowering period, the roses are in full bloom, and there are all kinds of colors, which are gorgeous and dazzling.

Fu Shuzhuo's voice came from behind: "Do you like it?"

Pei Yang stared blankly: "When did you plant it?"

Fu Shuzhuo: "Six or seven years ago, when I asked Su Zhiheng to buy this house, I planted it, but I didn't expect to come back at that time."

Pei Yang's voice was a little rough: "It's very beautiful..."

Fu Shuzhuo: "Perhaps you don't remember, in the past few years, every summer in our family, fresh roses are placed on the table every other week."

Pei Yang was taken aback.

He really "doesn't remember", but he knows it because it was written in "Zhang Yang".

The original owner said that his husband bought a bouquet of roses every week and put them in a vase. He thought it was a waste of money, but he liked the romance of a certain bastard very much, so he couldn't bear to refuse.

It's just that I didn't expect that these roses were planted in the small courtyard of Fu Shuzhuo's hometown.

They were just married when they bought this house. Although Fu Shuzhuo never thought about coming back, Pei Yang always felt that buying flowers was a waste of money, so he duplicity said that he didn't like it, so he personally selected some rose seedlings and sent them back to his hometown to hire someone to plant them and help them take care of them. , In the flowering season, I will pick a bunch and send it every week.

In this way, the vases at home will not be empty, and money will not be wasted.

Fu Shuzhuo has never mentioned this matter, and when he gets old and retires, he might bring Pei Yang to see the flourishing roses in this courtyard, which is also a pleasant surprise.

Just like their relationship, it lasts forever.

Pei Yang was inexplicably flustered, he didn't even have the courage to step into the courtyard.This is a gift from Fu Shuzhuo to the original owner, not to him.

Fu Shuzhuo said with a smile: "It's almost time to sleep, can I apply for the removal of the one-meter ban in advance?"

Pei Yang pursed his lower lip.

"Then you agree, huh?" Fu Shuzhuo tentatively approached, "Application for holding hands, will it work?"

Pei Yang didn't answer, but the hand hanging by his side didn't resist, and was easily held tightly by Fu Shuzhuo's fingers.

Fu Shuzhuo said softly, "Now, take my cat home and have a look."

In an instant, Pei Yang completely forgot about the four-cornered love and the original owner of the husband.

He couldn't think of anything else, and followed Fu Shuzhuo blankly, stepping into the gravel-paved path in the courtyard.

There seemed to be a voice in his mind saying to him: "This is yours."

"The home is yours, and the rose is yours——Fu Shuzhuo is also yours."

he's mine.

Pei Yang felt heavy echoes in his heart, only Fu Shuzhuo was left in his eyes.

There is still a door to be opened in the main building. Fu Shuzhuo inserted the key into the hole with one hand, and when he opened the door, there was no dust blowing in his face. Instead, it was spotless and the air was fresh.

"This is the living room, with bedrooms on both sides."

Pei Yang looked around, only one bedroom had a bed.

Fu Shuzhuo: "The left side is where my aunt and uncle live, and the right side is turned into a lounge for children to play by my aunt."

"..." Pei Yang felt annoyed for no reason, he would rather use such a big room as a play place for his own children than sleep for his young nephew, it was too extreme.

Pei Yang didn't want to look any more: "I want to go to the attic."

Fu Shuzhuo: "You have to go up the stairs outside the attic, you can't go up inside the house."

Pei Yang: "..."

The stairs outside are also very narrow. Over the years, the wall skin and floor tiles have fallen off, and moss still grows in the cracks.

They intertwined their fingers and stepped up the steps that Fu Shuzhuo had walked countless times when he was young.

Fu Shuzhuo fell on the wall of the stairs from the corner of his eye, and the wall had been cleaned up.

"Two cousins ​​of mine once painted graffiti all over the wall."

Pei Yang took a tight breath: "What did you draw?"

Fu Shuzhuo paused, but if he didn't say anything, Pei Yang could actually think of it.A child's malice is the purest, and a person like his aunt must not be able to teach a well-educated child.

What else could be painted on the wall, nothing more than insulting things.

"Some pigs, tortoises, etc." Fu Shuzhuo hadn't taken it seriously for a long time, and he was very peaceful when he said these things.

When I was very young when I was drawing animals, my cousins ​​learned how to write and began to write "shameless", "something no one wants" and "wild ghost" on the staircase wall...

There are also some uneducated swear words that are read and seen by adults, which makes it difficult for the current Fu Shuzhuo to express.

And every day when he comes home from school, he has to go through the stairs full of verbal abuse and graffiti before returning to his little attic.

But he didn't tell Pei Yang that the kitten is too soft-hearted, it's enough to "sell miserably" appropriately, and Pei Yang will feel sad if he talks too much.

After going around four steps, Pei Yang finally stepped onto the attic. There was a small terrace in front of him with a good view.

But when Fu Shuzhuo lived, he was also used by his aunt to dry clothes, blocking the distant scenery.

Fu Shuzhuo looked at the river they had just crossed: "It turns out that there is a small building opposite."

Pei Yang followed his gaze, and now the low buildings have been demolished, and a brand new community and small shopping malls have been built.

He pursed his lower lip and looked towards the small, triangular attic behind him.

Because of the layout, there is very little space for people to walk upright in the attic, and with Pei Yang's height, he has to bend over to enter the door.

Now it is still the same as Fu Shuzhuo described, there are a lot of sundries, discarded tables and chairs, and bamboo poles for drying clothes.

Pei Yang didn't take two steps, a black shadow rushed past his feet, and there was a "squeak" sound.He jumped back in fright and ran straight into Fu Shuzhuo's arms.

Fu Shuzhuo: "Mouse, don't be afraid."

Pei Yang heaved a sigh of relief, he continued to walk in, and saw a small bed of one meter.

It should be because they thought they would not live in the attic when they came back. Su Zhiheng didn't let someone clean the place, there was dust and spider webs everywhere.

Fu Shuzhuo: "Let's go, there's nothing to see."

"No." Without turning his head, Pei Yang raised his clothes to cover his nose, and finally saw the small window that Fu Shuzhuo described.

The windows were closed, and the glass was so dirty that it was impossible to see clearly.

The small desk that carried Fu Shuzhuo's childhood was right in front of him. Except for the dust, the desk had few scratches and was very clean.

Pei Yang was inexplicably sad. He clutched his cuffs, trying to wipe off the dust with his sleeves.

But just started, I don't know if the strength is wrong, the table just clicked and collapsed.

Pei Yang looked back and looked at Fu Shuzhuo helplessly: "I..."