vernacular

Lin Zhanyu felt that this year's winter seemed to be extremely cold.

In the past, he could go out wearing a cotton padded jacket and a thin coat. He would go back and forth in the morning, say hello to the old guys who did morning exercises and walk the dog, and came home with big and small bags of food in his hand. It will sweat slightly.But recently he wore layer after layer, wishing he could cover his whole body with the thick clothes he saved, but he felt that the air-conditioning seemed to be pervasive, which made him shiver and lose his strength.

After being forced to rest in the stairwell again because he couldn’t lift his things, he looked at the clear sky outside and thought: I’m really old.

He was born in 1919 and has lived in the world for 73 years.

"Uncle Lin!" He was in a daze when someone suddenly called out.He responded instinctively, picked up the big bag of apples he just bought and walked up.

"How many times have I told you, tell me what you need in the future, and I'll bring it to you." Wei Xueyi hurriedly took the bag from Lin Zhanyu, frowned helplessly, and joked: "I won't accept your bag again." Money, why are you bothering?"

"Who said I'm old?" Although Lin Zhanyu had already given up on the old in his heart, he was stubborn and insisted on arguing with Wei Xueyi, as if this would make the room less empty: "I'm very strong. 20 years is not a problem."

"Yes." Wei Xueyi took it for granted, and responded with ease.He took an apple out of the bag, washed it and began to peel it.

Professor Wei's hair is already grey, he wears thin-rimmed glasses, and he is used to being neatly dressed even if it is not a working day.

Many people said that his temperament is not like a civil engineer who often goes to construction sites, but like an ancient literati.Even his wife met him for the first time on a blind date 30 years ago. When she heard that he was teaching in school, she immediately said, "Teacher Wei, do you teach literature or history?"

"Xueyi, why didn't you go to work?" Lin Zhanyu looked at his back and asked softly.

"Are you confused? Today is the weekend, I'm going to rest." Wei Xueyi said with a smile: "Besides, when it's time to let go, let go. I always give young people more opportunities."

"Oh, yes, you don't have to go to school on Sunday." Lin Zhanyu tugged on his collar in embarrassment, and walked back to the living room.

Wei Xueyi handed the peeled apples to Lin Zhanyu, and asked with a smile: "Uncle Lin, it's almost New Year's Eve, shall we go to Xinjiekou to buy some new year's goods? It's getting more and more lively there."

"No." Lin Zhanyu waved his hand.

"Then I'll take you around the Yangtze River Bridge?" Wei Xueyi persevered.

As he said this, Lin Zhanyu suddenly remembered when the bridge was first opened to traffic.

That happened a long time ago. As one of the engineers involved in the construction, the young Wei Xueyi was very proud. He specially invited Wei Qingyun and Lin Zhanyu to watch the ribbon-cutting ceremony that day.

"I'm not going anywhere." Lin Zhanyu was anxious: "You child, you are always so stubborn."

"You don't go here, and you don't go there, but you should visit your great-grandson, right?" Wei Xueyi was extra patient: "Wei Hua's due date is just a few days away, and I'm going to be a grandfather soon."

Lin Zhanyu paused slightly with his hand holding the apple, and his throat moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

In order to allow better ventilation in the room, Wei Xueyi opened the window.

The cold air in the winter morning mixed with the lively human voice fell into Lin Zhanyu's heart through the screen window.

He finally compromised, and looked up at Wei Xueyi: "Has Hua Er's child chosen a good name?"

"No, I don't worry about letting the young couple discuss it on their own." Wei Xueyi turned to look at him: "My children and grandchildren have their own blessings. I just do my job well and don't care about other things."

Lin Zhanyu nodded, but he lost his appetite, so he put the half-eaten apple on the coffee table.

In the early morning of the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, Wei Hua's son was born.When Lin Zhanyu received the letter in the morning, he deliberately put on a tunic suit he had made more than 30 years ago, combed his white hair neatly, and then went to the hospital with Wei Xueyi.

Although usually cold and humid, the sun was particularly good this morning.Standing at the entrance of the hospital, Lin Zhanyu felt that the sun was too glaring, so he couldn't help stretching out his hand to lightly cover his eyes.

Wei Xueyi went to find a place to park, and he stood aside and waited for the other party.With people coming and going in front of him, Lin Zhanyu suddenly remembered that the last time he came here was half a year ago.

In the past five years, he has been a frequent visitor to this hospital.

1987 spring.

"Shooting a film?" Lin Zhanyu asked the doctor inexplicably, because he was nervous, he even said a little indiscriminately: "He just has a cold, isn't it a bit of a fuss?"

"Old comrades, we are professionals, you have to trust us." The doctor in a white coat was very busy, but he patiently answered Lin Zhanyu's question: "Let old comrade Wei take a chest X-ray, so that we can rest assured."

"Okay, thank you very much." Lin Zhanyu finally reluctantly agreed.

He didn't go to school for a few years when he was a child, and he could barely understand Chinese characters, but he didn't know anything about these high-tech things.When he was hesitating, Wei Qingjun who was sitting by the side said to him: "Zhanyu, you call Xueyi and call him here."

"Hey." Although he didn't know the reason, he instinctively obeyed Wei Qingyun's words.

When Wei Xueyi came, his eyes were full of anxiety: "Uncle Lin, how is my father?"

"The doctor asked him to take an X-ray for examination, but the results haven't come out yet." Lin Zhanyu frowned: "Xueyi, you have learned a lot, tell Uncle Lin, what's going on here?"

Wei Xueyi made a difficult decision: "There is a specialization in surgery. I am not a medical student, and I don't know much about it."

Soon, the result came out.The doctor took the report and asked them, "Who is Wei Qingyun's family?"

"Me." Wei Xueyi stepped forward immediately: "I am his son."

Lin Zhanyu stood in the corridor and looked at them from a distance, and said to Wei Qingyun who was sitting beside him, "Brother, don't worry, it's definitely fine."

"Okay, I think you are more worried than I am now." Wei Qingyun smiled helplessly: "Life and death are fate."

"Bah!" Lin Zhanyu was unhappy: "Just say these unlucky things."

However, after a while Wei Xueyi came back with a serious face: "Uncle Lin, please sit down first."

Although Lin Zhanyu didn't know why, he still sat next to Wei Qingyun.Seeing that Wei Xueyi's eyes were red, he held Wei Qingyun's hand tightly, crying uncontrollably: "Father, the doctor said you have lung cancer."

"Uncle Lin?" Wei Xueyi's voice sounded beside him, pulling Lin Zhanyu out of his memories.

"Let's go." Professor Wei smiled.

"Okay." Lin Zhanyu felt a little dazed.

Compared with the past few years, the scene in the hospital has not changed significantly, and the crowds are still coming and going in a hurry.Lin Zhanyu followed Wei Xueyi up the stairs to the inpatient department.

The obstetrics and gynecology ward where Wei Hua lived was not on the same floor as the oncology ward where Wei Qingyun lived, and they were far apart.But for some reason, Lin Zhanyu always remembered the days when Wei Qingyun was hospitalized.

At that time, he was with the bed most of the time. Sometimes Wei Xueyi came to take care of him after get off work, and then he would go home to clean up and cook some simple food for Wei Qingyun.

Once Wei Xueyi stayed here for lunch, and the three of them chatted happily. Wei Xueyi talked about the past when he was in college: "Father, Uncle Lin, do you still remember the Soviet expert who came to our school at that time?"

"Why don't I remember? You said he was amazing." Wei Qingyun smiled happily: "Then you came home on the weekend, arguing to go to the Soviet Union to study abroad, and even went to the School of Foreign Languages ​​to take classes to learn Russian. As a result, after a few years, you also I don't see what you learned."

That day Wei Xueyi looked like a young college student with shining eyes, as if he could see a bright future with just a glance.

"Hua'er," Wei Xueyi knocked on the door, "It's me."

"Here we come!" A young man's voice sounded from the room.It was Wei Xueyi's son-in-law who opened the door.

"Dad, Grandpa Lin." He greeted very politely.

Wei Hua's face was still weak, but it was full of unconcealable joy.She whispered, "The child is still asleep."

"Really?" Lin Zhanyu lowered his voice, put the things he brought to Wei Hua on the bedside table, and slowly leaned over to look at the sleeping baby.

The child was born fair and clean, and the clothes he wore were a little too big, covering his hands.His face was fleshy, and his expression was peaceful, as if he had slept soundly.

A long life lock is hung around the child's neck.Lin Zhanyu recognized it as a gift from him and Wei Qingyun when Wei Hua was born.

New Year is coming.Lin Zhanyu thought: With such a happy event as the addition of a child in the family, this year must be lived well.

Summer 1992.

Lin Zhanyu couldn't count how long he hadn't been home.He seems to have lost the concept of time. Sometimes he feels that the ticking of the clock is really long, and each sound is like a needle piercing in the heart of a person. Sometimes he feels that the years are rushing and passing in a blink of an eye.

Wei Qingyun's health is getting worse day by day, and after five years of chemotherapy and radiotherapy, he is still showing signs of exhaustion recently.

In fact, Lin Zhanyu was mentally prepared for this, but he still couldn't control his emotions.On countless sleepless nights, he secretly ran to the corridor to cover his face and sob, waited until the morning to wash his face, and went to help Wei Qingyun buy breakfast as if nothing had happened.

But it was nothing to buy breakfast, because Wei Qingyun couldn't eat anymore.

Seeing that Wei Qingyun's health was deteriorating, Lin Zhanyu was helpless.He really wanted to keep this person, but the other person's life was like quicksand, he grabbed and grabbed, but in the end there was nothing left.

Wei Qingjun held Lin Zhanyu's hand tightly until the last moment, and the last words he left were: "Little Lin, it seems to be snowing in Nanjing City."

Wei Xueyi cried when he heard this.He has been running between the hospital and the school these years, and has never shown a breakdown in front of Wei Qingyun and Lin Zhanyu, but at this moment he couldn't help it at all.

Professor Wei, who was over half a century old, knelt down in front of the hospital bed, crying like a child.

He said, Dad, it's July, where is the snow coming from?

But Lin Zhanyu knew what this man meant. On the day they met for the first time, there was a thin snowfall in Nanjing.

At that time, Lin Zhanyu, who was twelve or thirteen years old, was wearing a shabby cotton coat. He lay on the top of the wall and saw the thin figure in a coat in the next yard at a glance.

It seemed like yesterday, but it was 61 years ago.

He slowly leaned over, leaned close to Wei Qingyun's ear, and whispered: "Brother, don't cross the Naihe Bridge when you go there, wait for me for a few years. Don't forget the original promise, I will be reincarnated as a Girl, you have to marry me."

Obituary: At 1992:7 on July 19, 38, Mr. Wei Qingyun, a performing artist of folk art, died in Nanjing, Jiangsu Province due to lung cancer treatment, at the age of 81.Mr. Wei devoted his whole life to the development and inheritance of cross talk art, and cooperated tacitly with his partner Mr. Lin Zhanyu. He is an unswerving patriotic artist and creator of people's art.farewell!

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