XNUM X night

Then hang this bunny lantern at the door of your house and you will always be able to recognize it.

"This is..." The old lady let go of Ye Siran reluctantly, and turned her head to look at the other person behind him.

"Ah, grandma, his name is Sang Yintian, and he is my boyfriend—hiss!"

Sang Yintian suddenly put away the drawing board, strode forward and pinched Ye Siran.Then he lowered his head and winked at the old lady in front of him.

Ye Siran was in pain, and turned around to look at Sang Yintian with a puzzled expression.It's like questioning him [I said something wrong and you have to pinch me].

However, Sang Yintian did not intend to respond.He moved forward two more steps, bypassed Ye Siran, held the old lady's arm, and held up the umbrella for her. "Grandma, I'm Ye Siran's friend. You can call me Sangsang. Today I came back with him to see you."

"So it's Xiaoran's friend, hurry up, it's raining outside, grandma took you home, and I steamed some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in the morning..." The old lady was very happy, her eyes were bent, and the wrinkles at the end of her eyes Just squeezed together.She held Ye Siran with one hand, and the other hand gently grasped Sang Yintian's wrist.

Probably because of the rainy weather, the old lady's hands were very cold without any warmth.The skin on the back of the hand was a little loose, wrinkled together like many ravines.

There is no elevator in the old community, and the old lady lives on the third floor.She walked very slowly, but Ye Siran and Sang Yintian were not in a hurry at all, and walked behind for a full 10 minutes.

There were still a few black garbage bags piled up at the entrance of the corridor, and a few pieces of white-gray wall skin fell to their feet because of the damp on the wall.Ye Sizan half-closed her eyes, and looked up at the dilapidated stair railing. "Grandma, it's raining outside today, why did you go out... Where is Grandpa, why didn't he accompany you?"

"Uh..." The old lady's steps stopped, her eyes were like impenetrable lakes, and the breeze blew by, rippling and rippling, soft and outrageous. "Not long after you and Wanlu moved away, grandpa fell seriously ill, and later..." the old lady paused, took Ye Siran's left hand and gently rubbed the back of his hand, "then left, leaving only Grandma is alone."

Ye Siran was dumb for a moment, and subconsciously turned to look at Sang Yintian.

This topic was too heavy, Ye Siran didn't want to go back, so he had to ask Sang Yintian for help.But this man, like the expression on his face, looked extremely regretful.

"Grandma... you—"

"It's okay grandma, grandpa is gone, and Xiaoran and I, no matter how busy we are in the future, we will come back to see you every week, okay?" Sang Yintian's voice was very pleasant, accompanied by the sound of drizzle, shuttling through the corridor .He clasped the old lady's wrist again, bent down and got close to her ear. "Grandma, let's go home."

"Okay...ok...okay." The old lady's eyes turned red suddenly, and she took them home with her legs.

There is a round wooden sign on the white wall at the stairway, and half of the number "3" on it is extremely worn out.The door on the left is pasted with Spring Festival couplets, and there is a small red rabbit lantern hanging on the doorknob.

Judging from the color of the material, it looks like something that was preserved many years ago.As for the house on the right, there was nothing on the door except for a slight dust accumulation.It's like, no one has lived here for a long time.

But Ye Siran saw God.It seemed that many, many years ago, he had just learned to walk and insisted on climbing the stairs by himself. Ye Wanlu and the old couple supported him with panicked expressions.Ye Siran's gaze slowly shifted from the right to the wooden door on the left, and finally settled on the little rabbit lantern.

The appearance of this lantern is too familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

But where is it...

"This is not..." Ye Siran's eyes widened instantly.

"Isn't this the little rabbit lantern you had to buy at the Lantern Festival when you were young... Do you want to talk about this?" The rabbit lantern on the door, and then unhurriedly took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.

Although the door opened, the old lady didn't go in in a hurry, she turned her head and looked up at Ye Siran's eyes again. "After you and your brother moved out, my old man hung this on the door. He always said his little boy would come back."

"Grandma..." Ye Sizan tilted her head, and stopped looking at the wrinkles on the old lady's face.

"Then I asked him, and I said...Xiaoran is still young and can't remember anything at all. When he grows up, what if he doesn't know the way and can't find it?" The old lady's voice was trembling, but still Can't hide the excitement deep inside. "Guess, what did Grandpa tell me? He said... Then hang this rabbit lantern at the door of your house, you will always recognize it." After the old lady finished speaking, she pressed Ye Siran and Sang Yin again. Tim's back, let them through the door first. "Xiaoran, take Sangsang to the balcony to see grandpa, and I'll make you some sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Before the two boys standing at the door could answer, the old lady picked up the apron on the dining table and pushed open the kitchen door.The light sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance floats out.Sang Yintian sniffed, then couldn't help laughing.

"Fortunately, you hung up that rabbit lantern, so you can find your way home smoothly."

Ye Siran took a deep breath and hummed weakly. "I guess..."

Although the building floors of this old community are not high, each household has a balcony of ten square meters. The old lady seems to like flowers very much, so she completely transformed her balcony into a beautiful flower house.The stainless steel fence is entwined with green vines. In order to make the green vines grow healthily, a few wooden strips were specially patched on the part near the window.

There was a row of small green succulents on the inner side of the window sill, and raindrops came in and hit them.

Sang Yintian saw the black and white portrait of the old man in the middle of the balcony covered with green vines and flowers.The person in the photo rolled his eyes with a smile, and the wrinkles on his forehead were particularly clear. Thinking of the past that Ye Sizan had mentioned before, the corners of Sang Yintian's mouth rose slightly, and he reached out to push away the green vines blocking the photo.

It was raining outside, and the surroundings were extremely quiet. Sang Yintian could hear the cooing of white pigeons on the opposite roof. "Siran, I think Grandpa is not alone at all staying here."

There are blooming flowers, raindrops dripping on the flower vines, birds chirping, and an old lady who is busy with her back in the kitchen.

Ye Siran was also stunned for two seconds, her nose was sore and uncomfortable, and she kept rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, for fear that something unsatisfactory would fall down in the next second. "Bad old man, I used to scare me all the time when I was young, but now it's all right, I can't move anymore..." Ye Siran took two steps forward, brushing the glass mirror of the photo frame with her fingertips.

Ye Siran actually wanted to cry, but he couldn't.Because he is the only thought in the old lady's mind now, he not only has to laugh, but also tells her with practical actions that even if grandpa is gone, at least there is me and Ye Wanlu.

Now, there is more Sang Yintian.

Ye Siran lowered her eyes and silently read their names in her heart.

Ye Siran sniffed and opened the balcony window.The slanting rain drifted in, and the leaves of the green vines became more and more emerald.Sang Yintian stared at Ye Siran's face, frowned, feeling a little distressed.He turned sideways, blocking half of the rain. "How are you?"

"Uh..." Ye Sizan closed his eyes, raised his head and let out a long sigh of relief.When he opened his eyes again, he squeezed his eyes at Sang Yintian twice. "Fortunately, it's not as sad as I imagined."

Duplicity.Obviously she was about to cry.Sang Yintian didn't want to expose his lie, so he nodded and returned to the living room.

"Come, come, my babies, come and taste my sweet-scented osmanthus cake." The old lady was holding a white porcelain plate, and the heat was blowing on her face, hiding her smile in the mist.

"Don't think about it, it must be as delicious as when I was a child!" Ye Siran's eyes were bright, like a star in the night sky.

"Are you bluffing me again, boy?" The old lady still bent her eyes and turned to look at Sang Yintian, "I won't listen to you, I want to listen to Sang Sang."

Sang Yintian took a bite of the pastry in his hand and nodded several times. "Grandma, it's really delicious, Si Ran didn't lie to you."

"Look, I said it was delicious."

"Really, that's good, that's good. I'm still worried that the young people today won't be used to the things we make." The old lady put a mouthful of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into her mouth, suddenly looked at the balcony, and sighed. He breathed a sigh of relief, "It's just a pity. When the old man was still alive, he also liked to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I made. He could eat several pieces at a time."

Ye Siran's shoulders trembled, and soon, he stuffed it into his mouth.Obviously he hadn't swallowed the one in his mouth, so he reached out and took another piece from the plate. "Well, it's delicious! It's really super delicious! Grandma, give these to me, not to the bad old man."

"Okay, okay... You, eat slowly, don't choke. Grandma will pour some water for you."

"Grandma, I don't drink water, I want orange juice. Just like when I was a child, orange juice mixed with water." Ye Siran seemed to be choking a little, he patted his chest lightly with his hands, and his Adam's apple slid several times .

The old lady was also stunned for a moment, couldn't help laughing a few times, nodded and returned to the kitchen.

Sang Yintian took a deep breath, wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.Ye Siran suddenly gave a wry smile with a deep voice. "When I was a child, I really wanted to drink iced orange juice, but my brother wouldn't let me, so my grandma would often add hot water to the iced orange juice."

"That's it..." Sang Yintian looked around randomly, and finally, he looked at the picture frame covered by the dustproof cloth on the wall. "Siran, grandma... also likes oil painting?"

Ye Siran shook her head, "Grandma and grandpa used to be excellent musicians, they don't know how to draw."

"Look there." Sang Yintian pointed to the corner of the wall, the oil painting leaked a corner, and he could see the red rose in the painting.Sang Yintian stood up suddenly, walked to the wall with a look of surprise, and lifted off the light-colored dustproof cloth covering the picture frame.

""Thorns"..." Sang Yintian's eyes widened in an instant, "How is it possible—"

This is the oil painting he once painted for Ye Siran.At that time, when Ye Wanlu entrusted someone to take him away from his home, he still felt a little regretful. Sang Yintian also fantasized about where this painting would appear countless times. One of the paintings on the wall of the group company...

He only thought that this painting would appear here.

Not only Sang Yintian, but also Ye Siran's eyes were filled with disbelief.

"So your brother..."

It turned out that the reason why Ye Wanlu bought this painting at a high price...was not only for Ye Siran, but also for...

For the loneliest person among the thousands of lights.

"Hey, look at my memory." The old lady came over with two glasses of orange juice, put the glasses on the tea table, and walked over slowly. "Wan Huan brought this painting back a few days ago, and he told me that the person in the painting is the grown-up Xiaoran."

It is also because of this painting that she can recognize 19-year-old Ye Siran at a glance.

Having said that, the old lady took another look at Ye Siran. "It's really like it... The person who drew this picture must like our Xiaoran very much, otherwise how could he draw him so beautifully."

Sang Yintian lowered his head slightly, his ears burning.

"My brother... has he come back?" Ye Siran's attention was not on the painting, and he looked a little flustered, as if asking for an answer. "He really came back here?"

"I've been back, I come back every Spring Festival." The old lady smiled, rubbing her fingers against the mirror of the painting, "I always asked him why Xiaoran didn't come back with me. He told me, you The two brothers had a conflict... Later, he said... Xiaoran is sick, and when he recovers, he will definitely come back to see me. So, I knew it was my luck that let me, who was about to die People are waiting."

The old lady stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Ye Siran's head.Reluctantly, he couldn't reach it, so he sighed softly.But Ye Siran bent down, reached out and took the old lady's hand, and placed it on her face. "Grandma, I will get better soon, don't worry. I still have to work hard to learn music and become a musician like you in the future. Just wait for me, wait for the day when I really stand on the stage..."

"I know I'm old and I can't stay with Xiaoran for long. But Xiaoran, grandma has something to tell you, and she must tell you."

"Wan Lu is actually very proud to have such a good brother like you." The old lady suddenly opened the wooden cabinet next to it, and there was a black musical instrument bag inside.But judging from the shape, it is indeed the style of a violin.

Sang Yintian gave Ye Sizan a sideways glance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he nodded.

"This is..." Ye Siran took it from the old lady's hand, opened the long zipper of the piano bag, and saw the white and transparent body of the piano. The trembling chirp drifted away from the living room and crawled into the heavy rain.This violin was much better than the first one Ye Wanlu gave him, both in terms of material and tone.

"Wan Huan brought this over many years ago. He asked me to hide it and said that I would give it to you when the time is right." The old lady said, "I think now is the most suitable time. gone."

Ye Siran's eyes dimmed, and she closed her eyes in pain.It turned out that Ye Wanhui hadn't forgotten any of the things they had experienced.It's just that he has his way to go and can't turn back.

"And this... I don't know if you still remember it?" The old lady took out another small notebook.Inside is the stave, the paper has turned yellow, and there are many black mildew spots on both sides of the insert.

Ye Siran remembered this music book.He slowly stretched out his hand, frowning. "Well, I remember."

"Here is the half-written song you wrote when you were a child. Now, I will return it to you. You can return me a complete song, okay?"