world travel

After Xiao Yun came back from Langshan Town, the first thing she did was to call Kang Yan instead of going to the hospital.He didn't have any hope at first, but Kang Yan still met him.After that, Xiao Yun had a general impression of all the stories, and the points he was confused by were broken one by one, and the story returned to the very beginning.

After a few days, Xiao Yun went to the hospital to visit Liang Jiayu.Compared with a month ago, Liang Jiayu's condition looks better.

Technically speaking, there was nothing wrong with him physically, it was just a subconscious refusal to accept treatment that made him look bad.When Xiao Yun came this time, Liang Jiayu was sitting under a tree on the lawn of the hospital, doing nothing but looking at the sky.

"Director Liang, hello." Xiao Yun walked over and sat down beside him.

Liang Jiayu didn't speak, and Xiao Yun was not in a hurry.

"I see." Xiao Yun narrowed his eyes and said.

Liang Jiayu's ears moved, and then he turned his head slowly, and said hoarsely, "Tell me."

Xiao Yun also turned sideways and said, "I have to take you to see it with my own eyes, Director Liang, your body hasn't fully recovered yet."

Liang Jiayu said: "I'm fine."

Xiao Yun shrugged, expressing doubts.

Liang Jiayu said: "I'm really fine."

Xiao Yun laughed at herself, and said after a long time: "Director Liang, I have made a very difficult decision."

Liang Jiayu didn't understand, Xiao Yun continued: "In this case, we will set off next week, and I will tell you everything I know."

The next Monday, Liang Jiayu was discharged from the hospital. He was waiting for Xiao Yun at the high-speed rail station. He wore a pair of oversized sunglasses, his hair was shaved to a full size, and he lost a lot of weight. He was no longer that handsome young director.

Xiao Yun didn't bring anything, the two big men ate chicken rolls at the KFC at the station, and Xiao Yun drank the coke that Liang Jiayu didn't want to drink.

In the car, Liang Jiayu fell asleep for a while. He didn't know what he dreamed of in his dream, and he clenched his hands tightly until finally Xiao Yun woke him up, and it was dark outside the window.

They stayed in the county town for one night, the best hotel, but there were still a lot of mosquitoes, and the weather was still hot in September, Liang Jiayu silently turned his back to Xiao Yun when he entered the room.

On the second day, they took the bus to Langshan Town again. After walking for a while, Liang Jiayu began to sweat coldly.

Xiao Yun stood in front of the door of a small two-story building, raised her head and said, "This is it."

The door of the small building was locked tightly, and it seemed that no one had lived in it for several years.Liang Jiayu didn't understand why Xiao Yun took so much effort to bring him here.

"Come in." Xiao Yun actually had the key in his hand.

Just as Liang Jiayu thought, it looked terrible inside, Xiao Yun tidied up a little, asked Liang Jiayu to sit down, and poured him a glass of water.

"So?" Liang Jiayu looked around and felt that he was completely confused.

Xiao Yun brought a stool and sat opposite Liang Jiayu.

"On January 1998, 1, Zhou Xinyuan was born here..."

In 1998, Zhou Shen gave birth to a boy named Jiamu.

No one knows who the father of the child is, except Zhou Xin.It was a sunny day when she came back from the Women's and Children's Hospital, and Jiamu was held in her arms. She returned to Langshan Town, and happened to meet Li Sanniang who was going to the county town on the way.The next day, news of Zhou's daughter giving birth out of wedlock spread throughout Langshan Town.

"Is it the one with the surname Guan?"

"Oh, who knows, their daughter hasn't gone out all the time. It turns out she is pregnant. How can she go out with a big belly."

"This family is really a crime...the son is also disabled..."

Zhou Xin didn't know what people outside would say about her, so she went in with her son in her arms to see her younger brother Zhou Tan.

"Sister." The younger brother was sleeping on the bed, heard Zhou Shen's footsteps, raised his head from behind the book, and smiled weakly at Zhou Xin.

"Bring Jiamu to meet you." Zhou Xin said.

The ancestor of the Zhou family was a scholar, and life was relatively easy at first, but when it came to Grandpa Zhou Shen's generation, the family was no longer what it used to be.Zhou Shen's father was unable to do farm work because of his poor health, and the family became very tight all of a sudden.Zhou Qin's leg had an accident when he was a child, and he had no money to treat it, so he slept on the bed all the time.

Zhou Qin put down the book and took Jia Mu with his hand. He looked into Jia Mu's eyes carefully and said softly, "Hello."

Zhou Xin sat by the bed, looking at his younger brother and son tenderly.

"Like you." Zhou Qin returned Jiamu to Zhou Xin.

Holding Jiamu in his arms, Zhou Xin said a little lonely, "But I don't know if it's right to do so."

"The child is yours, so what is right or wrong?" Zhou Qin said, "He has your surname, Zhou, not Guan."

"……Um."

Zhou Tan held Zhou Xin's hand and comforted him, "Sister, don't worry."

Looking at his younger brother's pale face, Zhou Xin forced a smile.Zhou Qin picked up the book again and looked down, regardless of whether Zhou Xin and Jiamu left.His world is imprisoned, and Zhou Shen can feel that his younger brother always rejects the outside world, and has never fully expressed his heart to anyone.

Zhou Jiamu grew up slowly in Langshan Town like this.

There are four people in his family: grandfather, grandmother, mother and uncle. Until he was three years old, he was no different from other children.Although the Zhou family is not rich, it is still possible to support a child.

"Mom." Zhou Jiamu looked in from the door, holding a white porcelain bowl in his hand, the bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine rushed into Zhou Jiamu's nose.

He held the bowl carefully, moving it in bit by bit, trying not to spill the medicine.

Grandma said that this medicine can make my mother better.She asked Zhou Jiamu to help deliver medicine to Zhou Shen, and Zhou Jiamu obediently agreed.

"Jiamu." Zhou Xin coughed for a while, curled up on the bed like a shrimp.

She put her hands to her mouth and beat her chest, trying to stop the coughing.

Zhou Jiamu held the bowl and looked at Zhou Xin in a daze.

After a while, Zhou Xin stopped coughing and beckoned to let Zhou Jiamu pass.The bowl of traditional Chinese medicine still spilled out. Zhou Xin felt sorry for his son, so he hurriedly took it and asked, "Where is grandma? You are too young to take medicine, it is very dangerous."

Zhou Jiamu said: "Grandma is cooking, mom, are you feeling better?"

Zhou Xin touched his son's head and said, "It's much better."

"Drink the medicine." Zhou Jiamu still hasn't forgotten about it.

Zhou Shen drank the medicine with a bitter face, Zhou Jiamu looked at her lying on the edge of the bed, and said innocently: "Are you also afraid of suffering?"

"Of course I'm afraid." Zhou Shen deliberately made a face, which made Zhou Jiamu laugh.

She has been ill for a long time, and her body is not as good as before, but her love for her son still makes Zhou Shen feel better in spirit.Zhou Shen patted the side of the bed, making Zhou Jiamu jump up.

Zhou Jiamu was still young, so he finally got into his mother's arms with the help of a small bench.

"What are you doing recently? Tell me about it." Zhou Xin pinched Zhou Jiamu's ear and asked softly.

"Uncle reads to me."

"What did uncle read to you?"

"Grimm's Fairy Tales."

"Is it fun?"

"It's fun." Zhou Jiamu replied with a smile.

Zhou Xin kissed his forehead, and the guilt for her son almost made her cry.She hardly ever bought toys for Zhou Jiamu. Zhou Jiamu may have never seen those small cars and trains. There were only a few shuttlecocks and marbles that she played with when she was a child.

The family really didn't have much money, only a large pile of books left over from before, and my father was reluctant to throw them away. Occasionally, he would dry the books in the yard and show them to Zhou Tan.

Zhou Jiamu doesn't go out to play either, he likes to visit his uncle the most.There are paper and pens in Zhou Tan's room. When he has nothing to do, Zhou Tan teaches Zhou Jiamu to write his name.

He can write his own name, the Arabic numerals from one to ten, and recite fairy tales.

After the age of three, Zhou Jiamu still stayed at home.He knows more and more characters, and gradually he can read books by himself.

Zhou Xin's illness has not recovered, she went to the hospital and needed chemotherapy.

Zhou Jiamu and his uncle stayed at home. Grandma made a meal in advance when she went out in the morning, and asked Zhou Jiamu to remember to deliver the meal to his uncle at noon.

At noon, Zhou Jiamu warmed up the meal and served it to Zhou Tan.

When he walked to Zhou Tan's side, Zhou Jiamu put down the bowl and chopsticks, and asked, "Uncle, why are you crying?"

Zhou Qin didn't seem to hear his nephew's voice, his eyes were looking ahead, and tears rolled down his face silently.

Zhou Jiamu whispered, "Uncle."

He stepped forward and took Zhou Qin's hand, and said again: "Uncle, it's time to eat."

Zhou Qin suddenly shook off Zhou Jiamu's hand and gave him a resentful look.Zhou Jiamu was stunned, staggered a few times, opened his mouth but dared not make a sound.

"I won't eat." Zhou Qin looked at him for a while, realized that he might have lost his composure, and slowed down his tone.

But Zhou Jiamu was still frightened, he took a few steps back and ran out.

At that time, Zhou Jiamu knew for the first time his uncle's capricious mental state.It was several days before he dared to speak to his uncle again.

But my uncle doesn't do that every time, only occasionally, most of the time he still tells Zhou Jiamu stories and reads books with him.It's just that sometimes...he scares him.

Zhou Xin said that everyone has times when they are in a bad mood.Zhou Jiamu thought, maybe uncle is just in a bad mood.

Zhou Xin's chemotherapy didn't last long, and her grandparents brought her mother back home.

On the day he came back, Zhou Jiamu was sitting in the yard in a daze, Zhou Xin opened the door and bought Zhou Jiamu a toy train.

In the evening, grandma cooked a table of delicious dishes, but Zhou Tan still didn't go out. Zhou Jiamu went to deliver food to him again this time, and Zhou Tan said sorry to him.

"It's okay." Zhou Jiamu said.

Zhou Qin touched his head, then looked down at the book again.

A few months later, Zhou Xin passed away.

The funeral was very simple. Grandma took Zhou Jiamu's hand and took one last look at Zhou Xin, and she was completely buried.

Zhou Jiamu cried so much that he hiccupped. After returning home, he ran to his uncle's room and said to his uncle, "I want my mother to come back."

Zhou Qin froze for a moment, and said to him, "This is impossible."

"In the future, you will have an uncle." He promised Zhou Jiamu that way.