world travel

It was past nine o'clock, and the surroundings were quiet, except for the occasional stray dog ​​who passed by who didn't know where to whimper.

Xiao Yun turned on all the lights in the room, but the light still couldn't dispel the strong feeling of bleakness here.This room has long been lifeless, even though Xiao Yun has tried his best to clean it up, it still doesn't work.

They slept here, in Zhou Jiamu's room.

Liang Jiayu sat on a wooden chair, brushing the imprint on the table in front of him with his hand.There is a ninety-nine multiplication table on it, and there are some traces carved by a knife, which have been filled with black ink.There are some past calendars posted on the wall. The calendar is divided into two parts. The upper part is the photo of the stars at that time, and the lower part is the number.Some places were circled with red pens, but Liang Jiayu would not know what those days represented.

He closed his eyes and imagined the boy sitting here.

He couldn't think, didn't dare to think, didn't know who it was.Liang Jiayu could see his back in the story, but he was afraid that he would turn around suddenly.

Xiao Yun said: "The hot water is ready, wash your face."

"En." Liang Jiayu nodded.

The relationship between him and Xiao Yun seems to have surpassed that of ordinary employers.

When Liang Jiayu was washing his face, he was thinking why Xiao Yun was willing to tell him all this.Xiao Yun said later that it was because of curiosity.

But he wasn't, he wasn't curious.He could go home and pretend that Zhou Jiamu didn't exist, but he couldn't.

His life was completely changed.

That night, Liang Jiayu had a dream.He dreamed of his grandfather Liang An, not when he died, but when he was still healthy when he was a child. Liang Jiayu stood in front of him, face to face with his grandfather, and wanted to ask him if all this was true. Did he take away the Zhou family's Bronze Jue, did he destroy a family, did he steal another life...

But grandpa didn't speak, no matter how Liang Jiayu yelled, he couldn't hear him.

When he woke up, Liang Jiayu's face was covered with tears, and the tears flowed into his mouth, with a salty taste.

At dawn, Xiao Yun made breakfast.

Liang Jiayu put on his clothes and went downstairs, and saw Xiao Yun lighting a fire in the yard.

He said, "Where did you get the firewood?"

Xiao Yun turned around, smiled slightly, and said, "I picked it up."

Liang Jiayu sat on the side with a ponytail, Xiao Yun wanted to make two poached eggs, but failed in the end, so he cracked two more eggs and randomly fried them in the pan, which smoked his eyes. The pot is big and the spatula is heavy, even for a big man like Xiao Yun, it is not easy to use it.

Xiao Yun divided the scrambled eggs into two plates, one for herself and the other for Liang Jiayu.

At this time, a little black wild dog ran out from nowhere, running towards them with its tongue out.Xiao Yun was also sitting on the pony tie, and the wild dog ran into the yard, Xiao Yun shouted: "Go."

The wild dog barked and dared not come over.

Liang Jiayu remembered Zhou Xinyuan's first audition, and he also made such a dog-chasing action.Is that it?Or its mother, or mother's mother?

Liang Jiayu put the scrambled eggs into his mouth, but he didn't taste anything.But he knows he has to eat, that his body needs food, it needs nourishment.

After breakfast, Xiao Yun put the bowl and chopsticks aside.

They found a wheelchair in the room, Xiao Yun pushed the wheelchair out, Liang Jiayu suddenly said: "Can I sit?"

Xiao Yun smiled and said, "Come."

Liang Jiayu just sat in the wheelchair. He had never sat in the wheelchair before, and the first time he sat, he felt nothing.

Xiao Yun pushed him around in the yard, and Liang Jiayu felt the sky spin up.

Xiao Yun said: "This should be Zhou Qin's wheelchair. After his death, Zhou Jiamu has never been willing to throw it away."

Liang Jiayu said, "Is Zhou Tan treating Zhou Jiamu well?"

Xiao Yun said: "How can it be good? I suspect that he has some mental problems, very extreme, very sensitive, but this is... inevitable. Zhou Jiamu is a child, he will not know what to do."

Liang Jiayu said: "Zhou Qin often scolds him?"

"Yeah." Xiao Yun said softly, "Often, these neighbors know about it."

"When did he die?"

"When Zhou Jiamu was 17 years old."

Liang Jiayu looked at the ground, calculated in his mind, and said, "Three years. Zhou Jiamu took care of my uncle for three years."

"Three years." Xiao Yun stopped, "Yes, three years gone forever."

Taking care of his uncle has become the top priority in Zhou Jiamu's life, and after getting used to it, it doesn't seem so unbearable anymore.He wants to find some tricks to know what his uncle likes to eat and what he doesn't like.He learned how to cut hair from his aunt next door. When the weather was fine, Zhou Jiamu coaxed his uncle out and cut his hair.

At this time, Zhou Jiamu noticed for the first time that his uncle had some gray hair.

He is still very young, only in his 30s, but he has a lot of gray hair on the back of his head.Zhou Jiamu felt a little uncomfortable, his uncle urged him to hurry up, he cut his uncle's hair short, and finally brushed off the broken hair that fell on his neck.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival of the first year, he went to buy mooncakes as usual, but he didn't see his uncle when he came back.

"Uncle!" Zhou Jiamu panicked and ran around looking for him.

It turned out that Zhou Tan buried his face in the pool, with his hands hanging aside.Zhou Jiamu was frightened to death, so he hurried to help his uncle, but luckily he was in time...

After that, Zhou Qin also tried some other suicide methods, but they were all stopped by Zhou Jiamu in the end.

Zhou Jiamu knew that this was a tug-of-war between him and his uncle, and it might have no end.

He was so exhausted that he wanted to let it go a few times, but in the end he still couldn't convince himself.

But one day, what broke Zhou Qin and Zhou Jiamu even more was that they really saw Liang An.

They saw Liang An's current life and the beautiful children of the Liang family. Zhou Tan and Zhou Jiamu were deeply hurt by those appearances.Zhou Jiamu saw the cutting-edge young director Liang Jiayu on stage to accept the award... He secretly checked Liang Jiayu's personal information, and every one of them left Zhou Jiamu speechless. It really seemed like two worlds.

Zhou Qin began to hate the Liang family, he seemed to have finally found an outlet to vent, and devoted all his strength to it day and night.Zhou Jiamu really didn't know what to do, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

At the age of 17, Zhou Qin finally bid farewell to this world.

He slit his wrists and died in his own bed.After Zhou Jiamu came back from school, he saw blood seeping from under the door.

Regarding his uncle's death, Zhou Jiamu felt numb and relieved from shame.

He calmly called the police, sat at the door and waited for the police to arrive without even putting down his schoolbag.

He knelt on the ground and tried to clean the floor with a brush. Then he took out all the books in his uncle's room and sold them for scrap. So many books were sold for only a few hundred yuan in the end.

In those few days, he didn't miss a day of class. He knew that the college entrance examination was coming soon, and he still wanted to continue studying.

One month after his uncle passed away, Zhou Jiamu came home from school and saw a man in a black suit at the door.Zhou Jiamu was riding a bicycle, and shouted to Kang Yan's back: "Hello."

Kang Yan turned his head, there were already some signs of age on his face.

As the sun set, half of Kang Yan's face was illuminated, and he asked, "Where's your uncle?"

"Dead." Zhou Jiamu said, "Cut your wrists."

Kang Yan didn't speak for a long time, Zhou Jiamu pushed the bicycle to open the door, Kang Yan said: "Then I will be your uncle from now on."

Zhou Jiamu thought, why is this?

He lets Kang-yan in and cooks by himself.After the two finished their meal, Zhou Jiamu led Kang Yan to offer incense just like a few years ago.

His family is here.

Grandpa, grandma, mother, uncle.

Everyone was frozen in the black and white photo, silently looking at Zhou Jiamu and Kang Yan.

After Kang Yan finished offering incense, Zhou Jiamu saw him crying, but he still didn't ask Kang Yan, do you like my mother or my uncle?Or, is it both?Or, when one person dies, feelings can be transferred to another person?