my cutie

Xiao He got up early in the morning and put on the backpack he had tidied up last night. When he went downstairs, he saw Zhou Yan sitting at the dining table having breakfast. He said hello.

Zhou Yan said vaguely while eating, "I'll take you to the airport after eating. It's not easy to take a taxi when going out in the base, and it's not convenient for you to drive by yourself."

Xiao He pulled out his chair and sat down, glanced at the porridge in front of him, "Thank you Brother Yan for taking care of me these few years."

Zhou Yan paused while chewing fried dough sticks, and looked at him with vigilant eyes, "What are you doing? Are you planning to leave forever? Don't scare me like this all of a sudden."

Xiao He shook his head, "No, I just want to thank you, I can't speak, as long as you understand what I mean."

Only then did Zhou Yan feel relieved, "Wow, I'm a little moved. Xiao He, who has always been taciturn, would actually say such heartwarming words. Although it's not very pleasant, I'm satisfied. It seems that you are right to choose to date Song Yi online. Yes, at least you talk more now than before, and the effect is comparable to Metamorphosis."

Xiao He didn't speak any more, and silently picked up the porridge in front of him and drank it.

"Oh, by the way, there is no problem with asking for leave. The live broadcast will only deduct your salary at most." Zhou Yan told him about the leave after he was almost finished eating.

Xiao He said he knew, and put down his chopsticks after eating something else. When he left, the aunt who cooked the rice stuffed him with some special products and asked him to take them back to his family.

Xiao He opened his mouth, finally thanked him and went out with Zhou Yan.

After arriving at the airport, Zhou Yan patted him on the shoulder, "Bon voyage, pay attention to safety, call me if you need something."

Xiao He nodded, telling him to go back early, and then boarded the plane.

It was already afternoon when he landed, and he took another long-distance bus and sat for four hours before returning to the county town. After getting off the bus, he didn't go home by car, but found a hotel near the bus station to stay.

But this night, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

The next day he packed himself up, took the special products given by his aunt, bought some fruits and other things that his grandparents ate, and went home by car.

The taxi could only take him to the intersection in the old city. He got out of the car with his things in his hands, and when he saw the familiar houses, he became more silent.

There were a lot of people in the morning, most of them were old people shopping for vegetables and exercising. When he was almost at the door of his house, he saw a familiar figure.

An old man with gray hair, wearing a white exercise suit, and carrying a sword for morning exercises on his back, was talking to an old lady who was also wearing the same clothes next to him.

Xiao He took two steps forward and called out, "Zhang Diaidia①."

Hearing the sound, the old man stopped talking, looked around, saw that Xiao He had fixed his eyes, the old man probably had bad eyesight, looked Xiao He up and down, and said: "Ah, Qi Qi is back."

Xiao He nodded, "I'm back. These are some specialties over there. You can take some back. When I'm not around, I'm grateful to you for taking care of my house."

After he finished speaking, he handed the special product to her. The old man declined it, but still accepted it, "It doesn't matter what you said, the neighbors, it's just that I drove away the two thieves last time, you will come back later." Go home and see if you missed anything."

Xiao He thanked him, and went home after exchanging a few pleasantries.

"Zhang Huai, which doll is this?" the old lady who was listening just now asked.

"The grandson of Lao Xiao next door in my room is also a kid who makes a fortune. Come on, my baby didn't succeed in school, and later I went outside and didn't know how I was doing, so I came back once a year to pay homage to the old and Xiao. My baby is a good baby, and every year It’s bad luck to buy things from our neighbors when you come back.” Zhang Diaia began to sigh as she spoke.

The mother-in-law next to her sighed in a low voice, "Hey, this is really a karma, such a handsome baby, it makes people feel distressed."

Zhang Diaida looked at Xiao He's back, "That's not true. This kid has never liked to talk since she was a child, and her personality is also withdrawn. You have only moved here for two years. You may not know. Our place is as big as a palm. Which room is it?" What's the matter⑤ Neighbors in the neighborhood know about it. This kid has been bullied since he was a child. I don't know how much he has done. He feels distressed when he sees it. Oh, let's not talk about it. Eat at home."

"Then you are busy, I have to go back to take care of my grandson."

Although Xiao He had walked a certain distance, he still vaguely heard their conversation. He really didn't like to hear others talk about him, but the other party was an elder after all, so he quickened his pace to the door of the house, took out the key and opened the door. The iron gate in the yard, the leaves of the old tree planted in the yard fell all over the ground, and several withered flowerpots were also knocked over. Maybe it was the thief who Zhang Diaida said made it. Putting the flowerpot right, he glanced at the yard again, the wind blowing the leaves on the ground rustled, and he looked at the closed wooden door of the house.

Standing in the yard, whispering softly.

"Grandpa and grandma, I'm back."

The key turned the door lock, and with a click, Xiao He gently pushed the door open. Everything was arranged as he left last year, except that the fruit on the table in the main room had dried, and Xiao He replaced the dried fruit on the plate. The fresh fruit I bought before, I went to get a rag and wiped the table again, put on a new towel and wiped the two photos on the table again and again.

"I'm back. It's earlier this year. I'll spend more time with you. After I clean up the house, I'll go to the mountains to see you."

Xiao He wiped the photos and put them back in their original place, and started to tidy up the house. He tidied up very slowly and carefully, and it was already noon after cleaning the inside, outside and yard of the house.

He had just washed his hands and face when someone called him from the yard.

"Qi Qi, the dinner at Diadia's house is ready, come to eat at Diadia's house, and buy some dishes you like." Zhang Diadia entered the house again without receiving a response.

Xiao He happened to come out of the bathroom, and before he could speak, Zhang Diadia took his hand and led him out, "Come on, go to Diadia's house for dinner."

Xiao He evaded a few words but failed to persuade the old man, so he closed the door and followed.

Fortunately, Zhang Diaia and Zhang Daddy didn't ask too much about how he was doing when they were eating, maybe they were afraid that he would feel bad, and tried to take care of his feelings.

"Qi Qi, eat more. I remember that when you came to our house for dinner when you were young, you liked to eat the meat with preserved vegetables that I made." Zhang Diaia took another dish with chopsticks for Xiao He.

Father Zhang frowned when he looked at her, "I always call Qi Qi a mosi⑥, it's been so many years, I don't call her by this name a long time ago, and still call, you old woman really doesn't understand the board⑦."

Xiao He understood what Daddy Zhang meant as soon as he heard it. He was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable after hearing this name, "Daddy Zhang, who is fine, is all me."

He smoothed things over, and Zhang Diaida also knew that he had yelled inappropriately before, so he changed his name to Xiaohe.

Xiao He was a little uncomfortable facing this kind of occasion. Although Zhang Diaida and the others were kind, he was not used to it. After eating, he said goodbye to the two old people and said that he would go to the mountains to see his grandparents.

The two old men reminded him to be careful when walking on the mountain road, so they didn't keep him anymore.

Xiao He took his things, took his mobile phone and went up the mountain.

The grass on the old mountain was very deep, Xiao He took some time to deal with the grass on the road, and after arriving at the graves of the two old people, he pulled out the weeds by hand, and after tidying up the graves, he sat down beside the graves.

Opened the backpack and took out a bottle of good wine.

Then he opened the wine and slowly sprinkled it on Grandpa's grave, "Grandpa, if you like drinking, I'll buy you the best one, so you don't have to save money and leave it to me."

After pouring the wine, Xiao He's eyes were a little red, and too many memories were rolling and surging in his mind.

"Grandpa, they said that I was a child abandoned by my parents, so I am called Xiao Qi. I don't want to be called this name anymore. I don't want to be an abandoned child." The little boy held back his tears and lowered his head so that no one could see him. to his face.

But the unstable breath in his voice had already betrayed him.

A rough but warm hand covered his head, "Your name is Xiao Qi because your mother's surname is Qi."

But the little boy couldn't help raising his head and yelling at his grandpa, like an erupting little beast, his eyes were blurred with tears, "Then why have I never seen my parents! Others said they didn't want me long ago No! Why do I only have grandparents and no parents!"

Grandpa wiped his tears with his hand, sighed, and said nothing, but grandma secretly shed tears by the door and said something wrong.

"Grandpa, please change your name. I will go to the police station to change your name tomorrow."

The crying boy threw himself into his grandpa's arms and called grandpa.

The old man stroked his back lightly, "From now on, you will be called Xiao He. May your heart be like a river in the future, and cleanse the world."

Xiao He recalled that he took a deep breath at this point so that he would not cry for the old man to see, and then took out the paper money and other things in the bag and placed them on the grave, "I bought some clothes for grandma. I don't know if you like it or not." .”

Then I took out the lighter and started lighting those things, putting them into the fire one by one, watching the brightly colored things gradually turn into off-white ash.

He remembered that when his grandparents were picked up from the funeral home, they also became a handful of ashes.

He was only 15 years old at the time, and he couldn't figure out why good grandparents, living people, turned into such a handful of ashes, put them in a small box, and buried them in the soil.

He burned paper money into the fire, looked at his right hand close to the fire source, "I retired this year, and I have a small problem with my hand. I'm doing treatment, and it's fine."

It's just that I can no longer play games, and even playing games has to be limited in time, I have lost the goals I can work hard for, and I am tired of people talking about me.

The temperature of the flame was a little hot, so he raised his hand a little higher, "Recently they said that I talk more, and I also think that after all, I met a chatterbox."

He is very noisy, like a showman, he can talk non-stop, sometimes very deep, sometimes very cute, I want to change myself through him.