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Lin Zhanyu never thought that getting used to it would have such a magical power: ever since Wei Xueyi left home after school, he felt that his life seemed to be empty.Without that brat making Wei Qingyun unhappy all day long, the house seemed too quiet.

Even though the place they live in is not big, it often feels empty to him.In order to ease this mood, he even exchanged some pots of crabapple flowers with the old man in the troupe who loves to grow flowers with his special dishes.

"Hey! What are you doing?" At noon this day, Wei Qingyun, who had just returned from get off work outside, had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and hurriedly pressed Lin Zhanyu's hand: "This apple looks like it has not been washed, and you won't be afraid of spoiling your stomach if you eat it like this."

Lin Zhanyu came back to his senses and smiled embarrassingly: "I was so careless that I didn't even remember whether the apples were washed or not."

"Why don't you remember?" Wei Qingjun took off his dark blue coat and threw it on the armrest of the sofa, shaking his head helplessly, "It's clearly out of my mind."

"Yes." Lin Zhanyu admitted honestly: "Xueyi has just left for a few days, so I can't help worrying. What if he loses weight at school and can't eat well?"

"He is such an old man, how can he not even know how to take care of himself?" Wei Qingyun felt that his worries were unreasonable: "My real father is not doing anything, but you, an uncle, are better than me." Heart."

"Anyway, he is the child I watched growing up. He went out to study, and I feel empty in my heart, which is especially unpleasant." Lin Zhanyu sighed: "Forget it, I'm going to cook two dishes."

"He will grow up, and he will be farther away from us when he works in the future, do you still want to protect him for the rest of his life?" Wei Qingyun watched him walk into the kitchen: "Time is so fast, I remember you are still a baby, but in the blink of an eye you are gone." It's the person who is running for four."

Lin Zhanyu put the celery in the enamel basin, turned on the faucet, and said while washing the vegetables, "Brother, I will always be a junior, a child in front of you, and I can't run away."

"Don't disturb me." After dinner, Wei Qingyun told him before entering the room: "I'll sleep for a while, and I have to go to the teaching and training department to give lectures in the afternoon."

Lin Zhanyu was silent, listening to Wei Qingyun closing the door, he thought for a while, then came out of his room with a pillow in his arms, and entered Wei Qingyun's room.

It's already autumn at this time, but Nanjing, as one of the "Four Stoves", is still uncomfortably hot at noon.Wei Qingyun didn't like to lay out the mat, he said he was in a panic, but fortunately he was already asleep and didn't sweat.

The window of the room was opened a crack, and a breeze came in, sprinkled on the skin of Lin Zhanyu's arms and face, and even made him feel a little cool.

Lin Zhanyu wears old Beijing cloth shoes, and Qiao Li sends him several pairs from Tianjin every year.He walked over quietly and lay down gently beside Wei Qingyun.

After all, it was just a nap at noon, this person didn't sleep soundly, and could be awakened by the slightest noise, and this moment was no exception.Wei Qingyun opened his eyes, and saw someone lying beside him in a daze, and was really taken aback.

"Why are you walking silently like a cat?" He immediately sat up, rubbing his eyes helplessly, his temples began to ache from getting up so fast.

"I just want to lie down with you for a while." Lin Zhanyu explained.

Wei Qingyun turned his head and glanced, and saw that the man in his prime was looking at him with grievances like a child, as if he had done something terribly wrong, he suddenly felt that the softest part of his heart had been fiddled with, and he couldn't stop trembling .

So he laughed and lay back down again.

"I have to go out before two o'clock in the afternoon." Wei Qingyun glanced at his watch: "It's twenty past one, let's lie down for 10 minutes and get up at forty one."

"Okay." Lin Zhanyu turned over and lay on his side facing his face.

"Okay, don't look at it." Wei Qingyun nudged him: "Your elder brother is not a young man, what's so interesting?"

Indeed, counting the age, Wei Qingyun is 45 years old at this moment, long past the age of forty, and there are lines on his face.He is thin and thin, and the wrinkles around his eyes are particularly obvious when he smiles.

"Even if you're not young, you're still good-looking." Lin Zhanyu smiled and said, "I often looked at you like this when I was young."

"Really?" Wei Qingyun was surprised: "Why don't I know?"

"Of course, I slept with you every day back then." Lin Zhanyu said it as it should be.

Wei Qingyun choked on his words, and said after a while: "I knew you would have such thoughts, back then I..."

However, halfway through the conversation, he couldn't continue.

so what?Can you ignore him?Wei Qingyun felt that he couldn't do it: more than 20 years ago, the boy was thin and small, he was timid, lost his temper at every turn, and wanted to run every day, no one could remain indifferent.

As he was thinking, the temperature from his body brought him back to reality: Lin Zhanyu leaned over and hugged him.

"Get out of the way." Wei Qingyun said angrily: "It's a hot day, you don't think it's too hot, I don't."

"Let me hug you for a while, I don't want to do anything else." Lin Zhanyu leaned on his flat shoulder and said coquettishly: "Just 10 minutes."

"Okay." Although Wei Qingyun's tone was still cold, there was an unconcealable smile on his face.He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Lin Zhanyu's hair, feeling the breeze blowing in from the window, he suddenly had the illusion that time was about to stop at this moment.

He has experienced too much in the first half of his life. The iron hooves of warlords and foreigners have been trampled on in turn, landlords and capitalists wantonly exploited, bandits and bandits have disturbed the people's lives, and the danger of subjugation and genocide and the fear of life are like two sharp knives hanging over his head at all times. Either one would have saved him and his family with little effort.

Fortunately, even though his body was like duckweed, he finally brought his two children to the day when the battle was over and the battle was won.

At such a peaceful moment, Wei Qingjun felt as if he was about to fall asleep again.

"What time is your afternoon class going to be?" Lin Zhanyu asked softly.

"It's past four o'clock." Wei Qingyun's voice was tired: "After all, I'm not alone, so I have to leave an hour for others."

"Can I go and listen?" Lin Zhanyu let go of him, stretched his arms and lay beside him, and asked with shining eyes.

"You know everything I say, what do you listen to?" Wei Qingyun glanced at him: "Don't you have a stand-up performance in the troupe this afternoon? Can you make it in time?"

"My work will end after three o'clock." Lin Zhanyu said: "You don't know, they mentioned you during the morning rehearsal, and said they want to go to listen together in the afternoon, but they don't know if they can catch up."

"I'm leading the students, why are you joining in the fun?" Wei Qingyun glanced at the small alarm clock on the table, and waved at him: "It's time to get up."

Fast forward many years, and Wei Qingyun also took in his apprentices. Hands, eyes, body skills, etc. were what Qiao Xiaoyan told him back then, so he gave those young people what he said.

More than 20 years have passed, the world has already changed its appearance, but some things will not change.

In the face of the uncanny workmanship of nature, manpower is still too limited.Man is a prisoner of time. Birth, old age, sickness and death are all suffering, but nothing can break free; joys and sorrows are also gifts of time.

Fortunately, there are still two roads in the world, "inheritance" and "love", which can slightly compete with it.

Wei Xueyi came back during the Mid-Autumn Festival.The young man carried a bag of big white moon cakes wrapped in paper, and before entering the room, he shouted: "Daddy! Uncle Lin!"

"I heard it!" Wei Qingyun stood at the door: "Come on! Your Uncle Lin made soup for you!"

Wei Xueyi used the school's public phone to tell them that he was going back, so the family started preparing the Mid-Autumn Festival meal a few days in advance.

The home-cooked dishes are not rich, but they are the recipes that Lin Zhanyu recalled for a long time: he almost searched his guts, just to put on the table some of Wei Xueyi's favorite dishes since he was a child.

"Father, Uncle Lin, let me tell you, I'm very lucky." At the dinner table, the young man danced happily: "A Soviet expert came to our school to give a lecture, and he said that we can go to the Soviet Union to study. policies are supported.”

"Hearing your tone, is it possible that you want to go too?" Lin Zhanyu filled him with a bowl of soup with a smile.

Wei Xueyi nodded heavily: "Of course I want to. I want to go to Moscow and learn their most advanced construction technology."

"You have been studying in Nanjing Institute of Technology for less than a month, and you start thinking about things in the future?" Wei Qingyun felt that he was really whimsical: "I have heard people say that it is very cold in the Soviet Union, the coldest place in winter. Sometimes it’s dozens of degrees below zero, and the dripping water turns into ice. You’ve never been to the north of Dalian since you were a child, can you stand the weather?”

"It's cold, but my heart is hot." Wei Xueyi pouted.

"Even if you can bear it, how many words will you say what they say? Can you talk and laugh with the Soviets?" Wei Qingyun gave him a piece of meat: "Boy, dad is not stopping you, let alone worrying about you, just thinking about it." Let me tell you, everything has to be down to earth. Even if you are building a house, you have to lay the foundation first."

"I know." Wei Xueyi muttered dissatisfiedly: "I have a basic knowledge of Russian, and recently I often go to the School of Foreign Languages ​​to take classes, just to hear how their professional Russian is spoken."

"Okay." Wei Qingyun smiled: "Eat quickly, it will be cold if you don't eat."

Wei Xueyi lowered his head to grab a few mouthfuls of rice, suddenly remembered something, and raised his eyes to meet Lin Zhanyu's gentle gaze.

He swallowed the food in his mouth, and after thinking for a moment, he said to Wei Qingyun: "Father, I want to go to Harbin with our teacher next semester. What do you think about this?"

His well-behaved and humble attitude made Wei Qingyun "flattered", and the latter deliberately teased: "Are you discussing with me?"

"Yes." Wei Xueyi nodded.

"Go, young people should see more of the world." Wei Qingyun's mood improved a lot, he got up and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine: "Zhan Yu, we two have a drink today."

"Okay." Lin Zhanyu laughed heartily: "Don't give up until you're drunk."