Yangzhou slow

The night in Yangzhou was quite cold in March, Yi Zhi'an wrapped his coat tightly, closed the door gently, and stepped out in plywood slippers.

A yellow light was on above the gate, illuminating a small open space in front of the gate. At two o'clock in the morning, everything was silent.

Yi Zhian sat on a stone bench by the roadside, and took out a lighter from his pocket.

Yi Zhi'an exhaled a stream of white smoke, and suddenly, he heard the sound of wheels rolling.

He looked to the other side of the road, and a person came out from the darkness.

The man was shrouded in the night, so he couldn't see clearly, only a vague figure, tall and tall.

When the man approached, Yi Zhi'an could roughly see his face with light and shadow interlaced by the faint light at the door, which was especially beautiful.

"Excuse me, where is No. 13, Guhuai Street?"

Yi Zhi'an put out the cigarette, and the deep voice echoed in his mind, and pointed to the next door to his house, "There."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Yi Zhi'an shrank his cold feet and watched the man open the dusty door with his luggage.

That house has been unoccupied since Yi Zhian could remember, but I heard from my grandma that there was a family living in it before, but after the people left, the house was empty.

Who is this man?Why move in the middle of the night?What is his relationship with this family?

These questions flashed through Yi Zhi'an's mind, and he shivered from the cold wind. He rubbed his arms, stood up and went home.

Ji Yi just opened the door with the key on his cell phone, coughing non-stop from the dust that hit his face, he took a picture of the room with his cell phone, everything was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Unable to do so, Ji Yi wiped a chair clean with a paper towel, sat by the window and watched the moon all night, until it disappeared again, and the east was rising white.

Yi Zhi'an woke up at eight o'clock in the morning, changed his clothes and went downstairs. Grandma was serving breakfast on the table, and when she saw him coming down, she called him over for dinner.

Yi Zhi'an hugged the old man and said that grandma had worked hard and good morning.

Chatting during the meal, Yi Zhian thought of that person last night, and asked, "Grandma, who lived in the house next door to us?"

Grandma has a nice name, Jiang Yulin.And just like her name, this Yangzhou woman is like the water of the thin West Lake, always gentle and tolerant.

Jiang Yulin said, "That's a long way off."

At that time, Jiang Yulin was still young, and her husband hadn't died yet. They had a very good relationship with the couple next door.

"We were pregnant at the same time, and we were joking about getting engaged to the child. However, it is not as good as God's fortune. My child was miscarried. Not long after, my husband also passed away."

And the child next door was born smoothly, a girl.

"I chose her name, Du Sheng. She grew up safely, and we grow old."

"after that……"

There was a big commotion outside the door, and Jiang Yulin's memories stopped abruptly, and he asked, "Why do you think of asking this?"

Yi Zhi'an said, "Someone moved in next door."

When Yi Zhi'an went out, he saw a few people transporting furniture and electrical appliances to Ji Yi's house, and that person was standing under the shade of a tree by the side of the road with his hands in his trouser pockets.

Ji Yi raised her eyes to this side, met Yi Zhian's eyes, Yi Zhian looked at him as if nodding, and then looked away.

Ji Yi's house became quiet again, Jiang Yulin didn't continue talking, and Yi Zhi'an didn't ask any more questions.

In fact, Jiang Yulin was not his blood relative. Yi Zhi'an had no father or mother since he was a child. Jiang Yulin raised him and was his only relative worthy of the name.

In Yi Zhian's memory, Jiang Yulin was always alone.They depended on each other and lived their lives day after day.

In the afternoon, Li Nan asked Yi Zhian to meet.

The two met in an Internet cafe, and Yi Zhi'an is actually not very good at playing games, especially games with strong operability, basically he only has to lie still on his stomach.

Li Nan was so disgusted: "Do you dare to eat more?"

Yi Zhi'an's game is dead, he is so angry.

In the evening, the two of them had dinner together when the phone rang.Li Nan picked it up to take a look, and said, "Old He said that we have a new classmate coming to our class."

Yi Zhi'an nodded to show that he understood, and continued to eat.

Saying goodbye to each other after dinner, Yi Zhian went home, and saw his new neighbor next door chatting with Jiang Yulin at his house, he was a little puzzled for a while.

Jiang Yulin saw him and said, "Xiao An is back, come and sit."

Yi Zhian sat over, "Grandma."

Jiang Yulin seemed very happy, and said, "This is Xiao Yi, who lives next door to us."

Ji Yi nodded to him, "Hi, I'm Ji Yi."

"Yi Zhian." Yi Zhian said.

Yi Zhi'an poured tea for the two of them, sat quietly at the side, and heard the general idea from their conversation.

Something happened to Ji Yi in his original home, that's why he came here, his mother's original home.

"Your mother was named by me." Jiang Yulin seemed to be lost in memory, and it was the first time she brought up the dusty past, "She was very naughty when she was a child, and she was at odds with your grandparents, so she liked to come to me."

"She likes the plum wine I make. Once she got drunk secretly, she hugged me and didn't let go. It made your grandparents laugh and cry."

Ji Yi sat upright and said honestly, "Mother must like you very much."

It was only then that Yi Zhi'an knew that Ji Yi was the child of that woman named Du Sheng, no wonder grandma was so close to him.

"Yes." Jiang Yulin said, "But in the end, I couldn't keep her."

After the old man finished speaking, he sighed and clasped his hands that had touched his life.

The past is always hard to swallow.Yi Zhi'an broke the silence and asked Ji Yi, "How long are you going to stay here?"

Ji Yi said, "Before the college entrance examination."

After chatting like this for a while, it was getting late, Jiang Yulin went upstairs to sleep, and Yi Zhian sent Ji Yi out.

Parting, Yi Zhian asked, "Which school do you go to?"

Ji Yi said, "Yunshu High School."

Yi Zhi'an: "What class?"

Ji Yi: "Class Sixteen."

Yi Zhi'an understood, and the two said good night to each other.

When Ji Yi returned home, Yangzhou's green bricks and black tiles could not compare to the bustle and bustle of the capital, but it was better than the peace of mind.

Ji Yi left Yangzhou in the wet March of fireworks, and will live here for a year and a half.

Perhaps, he will let go of some past events, and maybe he will have some unexpected gains.

The next day, Yi Zhi'an was arranged by Jiang Yulin to take Ji Yi around early in the morning.

Yi Zhi'an agreed and knocked on the door of Ji's house.Water dripped out of Ji Yi's hair and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yi Zhi'an said: "You are not familiar with it just now, so I will show you around."

Ji Yi was a little surprised, and said, "Okay. Wait a minute, I'm going to change my clothes, you come in first and sit down."

Yi Zhi'an walked through the yard and entered the house. The two families are neighbors, and the layout of the house is similar.Stepping on the wooden floor is like walking through time after time.

Yi Zhian sat in the living room for a while, while Ji Yi went upstairs to change clothes.There is a bookshelf in Ji Yi's house, it's wooden and very charming, but there are no books on it yet.

Ji Yi changed her clothes and came down, and said, "Let's go."

Yi Zhi'an asked, "Don't you blow your hair?"

Ji Yi said, "No need, the wind will dry it up."

When the two went out, Yi Zhi'an told him to wait a moment, and rode a small electric motorcycle from the house, Ji Yi froze in place.

Yi Zhi'an said, "Come up."

Ji Yi stepped onto the scooter, Yi Zhian turned the handlebar, and the wind whistled by his ears.

Yangzhou is really a beautiful place. The ancients said that "the famous capital of Huaizuo is the best place in the West of Bamboo".The spring breeze is ten miles, and Yangzhou in March is hazy, immersed in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yi Zhi'an took Ji Yi to go boating on the Slender West Lake, took him to the garden to see the scenery, took him for a walk in the ancient town, and told him historical stories.

The two of them rode a scooter for a day, and Ji Yi sat on the back, blowing the wind, passing through thousands of worlds.

In the evening, Ji Yi invited Yi Zhian to dinner to thank him for bringing her to familiarize herself with the environment, but Yi Zhian was not too polite.

Going home at night, parting, the two exchanged WeChat messages and said good night to each other.

The scooter had only the last bit of battery left, Yi Zhian pushed the car into the door, and Ji Yi took the key to open the door.

The two doors were closed at the same time, and there were two lamps hanging on the doorway, swaying and swaying in the night wind.