Journey to the Stars

Today is Wei Lan's birthday.

When Wei Lan cooks, she is used to coiling her long hair, which she has kept for many years, into a very elegant bun.Tonight's main course is my son's favorite steamed sea bass. My son is afraid of fish bones, so she carefully removes the bones every time she steams it, and then pours homemade seasoning, which emits a faint fragrance from afar.In her free time, she likes to raise flowers and plants, and just now she picked fresh aloe vera from her balcony to make cold salad.Most of Wei Lan's clothing styles are also loose embroidered skirts. For example, the suit she is wearing now is a style with Chinese style ink printing. She wears it like a walking charm.

Xingyi looked at Wei Lan who was busy in the kitchen like a magic trick, cooking up a table full of dishes in a short while.Xingyi stared at Yan Hai who was also sitting awkwardly waiting for dinner, and asked him how long it was since he had a meal with his family, Yan Hai thought hard for a while and replied that he didn't remember.Xing Yi secretly scolded the donkey's liver and lungs, and Yan Hai stared at him without showing any weakness, expressing that he knew you were scolding.Xingyi stared back to show that he knows you still have the nerve to stare at me?

Yan Hai raised his hands in surrender.

Wei Lan in the kitchen heard the conversation between the two, and helped her son out: "Actually, I don't blame Xiao Hai, I work in a travel agency, and I happen to be going abroad to take a few tour groups during this time, so it's okay for Ah Hai to come back for half a month." time with him."

"Mom! Didn't you tell me not to call me Xiao Hai outside?" Yan Hai's loud appeal came from outside the kitchen.

"That's right, this is our home, not outside." Wei Lan replied.

During the meal, Aunt Wei Lan kept adding vegetables to Xingyi, and told him to drink two more bowls of seabed coconut, chuanbei, fig and fan bone soup after meals, which is good for the maintenance of vocal cords.

"Thank you, Auntie." Xing Yi was rarely entertained, and he didn't know how to handle it. He was afraid that talking too much would make people feel frivolous, but also afraid that talking too little would make people feel impolite.

"Don't be auntie and auntie, Xiaohai told me a lot about your life experience, what a heart-wrenching child. If you don't mind, I will treat you as a half-son, and you can call me mother in the future."

The word "mother" made Xingyi choke up for a while.

"Are you not happy?" Yan Hai asked while drinking the soup with his head down.

"I..." Xingyi thought about it seriously. He has never received the warmth of his family, and family affection is sometimes a pressure and a burden to him, "I think... why not call you Yan's mother? It's easier for me..."

"Understood! You can call it whatever you want, remember not to be restrained."

When Xing Yi spoke, Wei Lan gazed at him tenderly, patiently listening to every word.Her thick and soft long hair hangs down like a black waterfall on her shoulders. This appearance and demeanor can't be hooked with the old.However, when you smile, you will still show eye-catching small fine lines, which are the traces left by the years, and no one can be spared.

"In the future, I will often come to my place for a potluck meal. Studying in a different place is especially lacking in soup. By the way, I heard from Xiaohai that once the lights are turned off at night, you will feel uncomfortable. It is still inconvenient to live in the school dormitory, or you can move to the old residence. It’s okay, anyway, I want to renovate the place later and rent it out. In short, you have to learn to take care of yourself, don’t you understand?” Wei Lan taught.

"I will... Yan... Mom."

Xingyi never expected to call out the word "mother" from his own mouth, let alone feel the warmth of the family.Sometimes fate gives you a gap just to allow more happiness to flow in, isn't it?

"Your bed is ready." Wei Lan insisted that Xing Yi stay overnight, and Yan Hai took a new sheet to the guest room to help him cover it.There is also a set of sand painting equipment in the guest room. Xingyi asked with great interest, can he learn painting without the foundation?

"Even if you have the foundation, are you sure you're talented enough?" Here it comes again, this ice cube's face is venomous every now and then, killing people by surprise.

"My artistic cells have a strong ability to reproduce." Gritting his teeth, he replied.

"The art bacteria is yours." Very good, one hit lore.

It was Xingyi's turn to raise his hand and surrender.

"Learn more." Yan Haila sat down in front of the sand table, then grabbed a handful of sand and sprinkled it seemingly casually. "In fact, there are not a few people with zero foundation who can learn sand painting well. If you have learned stick figures, you should get started faster."

"Then I can learn it too?" Xing Yi listened carefully.

"Didn't I tell you that there is nothing you can't do?" Yan Hai asked back.

"I know, as long as you are willing to give your time and... what?" Xingyi answered the first sentence, but forgot the original sentence in the second sentence.

"What's your size!" Yan Hai took the opportunity to ruffle Xingyi's hair again.

"Fuck you, this hand is full of sand." Xing Yi yelled with strong dissatisfaction while fiddling with his hair.

"After mastering the basic skills of painting, you can creatively compose pictures according to the theme, and even arrange sand painting performances." Yan Hai continued to teach with a serious expression.

"Then, the talented artist next to me, can you create your own story with sand paintings?" Xingyi asked suddenly, watching the constantly changing pictures on the sand platform.

Yan Hai was startled, and immediately understood his intention.The first time Xingyi entered the room, he saw the portrait of Papa Yan placed on the altar in the living room. Before the meal, Mama Yan lit three sticks of incense on the altar and muttered to herself for a while.After dinner, Xing Yi found a family photo album in the bed cabinet of the guest room.Look, Yan Hai smiled so brightly when he took a family portrait when he was a child, but there is no picture of Yan's father in the back, all of them are expressions that are so cold that they can match the Siberian cold current.

He never smiled again!

"I really want to know more about you." Xingyi said.

Yan Hai's eyes darkened, and the slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his face, "When you were six years old, something happened at home. Similarly, when I was six years old, my father also left us forever. That day happened to be mine. It’s my birthday, and my heart still twitches when I think about it.”

The past is like the sand loosened from the palm of the hand, falling little by little...

"Father is a well-known painter. One year he went from Shanghai to sketch in a small town. He met his mother, who was studying traditional Chinese painting. They got to know each other and fell in love with me soon. My father liked the small town very much, so he decided to stay and settle here. When I was young, I felt that my father was omnipotent. He was the pillar of the family, like a mountain. My mother was a good cook, and my father could do all kinds of baking. In order to celebrate my 6th birthday, my father went to the street to buy materials for making cakes that afternoon. .However, the 8.31 Xinnan Street case also happened on that day.”

At that time, Xingyi was still young, and he only heard this case mentioned once or twice.Many people say that Xinnan Street is like the cecum of a small town, and the government has never been able to manage it well.

"The cause was that the financial owners behind two real estate groups sent people to negotiate in the Xinnan Street area in order to compete for land. During the negotiations, conflicts arose between the two sides, which led to a fight of hundreds of people. After the scuffle started, those people were armed with sticks. , knives, water pipes, etc. are like scenes in a gangster blockbuster. All the businesses were so scared that they closed their doors, and all the passers-by were all jumping around. At that time, a nearby elementary school was just out of school, and there were many people walking home on the road This incident eventually caused many casualties, affecting more than a dozen passers-by, including my father! When the accident happened, my mother and I were still at home waiting for him to come back. Until the hospital called urgently, we have been separated from each other ever since , no more word of dialogue!

The coroner said the father was fatally stabbed in the back and blood flowed all over his body.The location where the accident happened was not monitored, and no murder weapon was found.The only eyewitness was a boy, who later recalled that he was caught in the range of the crowd fighting and wept in panic.Crying and crying, the boy saw his father drop a bag of things from a distance, and went forward to pick him up and flee without thinking about himself.The boy was held tightly in his father's arms, and he didn't pay attention to the surrounding conditions. In the end, he only remembered his father holding him to a safe place before falling to the ground.The doctor said that the boy was overly frightened, and it was not surprising that he suffered from fragmentary amnesia.When such a scandal happened in a small town, maybe the police didn't want to make it worse, and judged it as an unsolved case after collecting insufficient evidence.

But I am not reconciled!

My father left just like that, leaving behind his relatives who lived alone in the world.Fearing that I would not be able to bear the excitement, my mother resolutely quit teaching traditional Chinese painting and changed to a part-time job to accompany me through those dark days wholeheartedly.In fact, she is the one who needs to be relieved the most. She has to look at the paintings left by her father a few times every night to go to bed with peace of mind, but the bed is too big, and she can't sleep alone after all. "

"So you don't celebrate your birthday every year because that day is also Papa Yan's death taboo?" So Yan Hai wants to avenge Papa Yan, so he hasn't stepped out of the small town for so many years, right?

"I got close to Wei Qi and helped him manage the bar. I promised not to leave Hamlet for at least three years. The purpose was to find some clues from such people. Things are often so impermanent. No matter how hard I try, I still get nothing, but now I also learn When I persuaded myself to give up, it turned out that Skynet really did not miss out!

Last year, I officially took over Hamlet after I got my ID card. Because I was busy with business, I went to the grave two days late.At that time, the weather in the morning was the same as that in Shanghai recently. There was a lot of rain, and the visibility was very low.But when I was about to walk to the cemetery, I clearly saw a strange middle-aged man worshiping his father.I chased him for a long time, but let him escape.But he dropped a special pen.The shell of this pen is red, and the barrel of the pen is engraved with a white pattern of the other shore flower. After searching the entire town, I found that there is only one stationery store that can order it. Fortunately, the owner still has the buyer's information. "

"Who is the murderer?"

"His name is Lin Dayue!"

"Who is he?"

"Human? Heh, who is he? A scum who doesn't do his job properly and is at the bottom of society!"

"Has he... pleaded guilty?"

"I took someone to arrest him, and he knelt down in front of me and confessed the truth. He said that he never thought that two groups of people would fight when they were talking. He was just a young man who just wanted to save his life and leave. It was so intense that he was afraid of losing his life, so he picked up a long and sharp steel knife on the ground to defend himself, and when someone wanted to come and hurt him, he slashed wildly. He said that he didn't see clearly what was passing by Father, killed a good man by mistake.

"Then did he take active rescue in time?"

"Rescue? He didn't even call the police, but just left!"

"Yes, damn it!"

He confessed to me that he hadn’t had a peaceful day in the past ten years, and every year he would secretly avoid us choosing to go to the cemetery on the third day of his father’s death in order to alleviate his sins.He surrendered himself, but he will never even think about atonement in his life!It was he who completely destroyed an otherwise ordinary and happy family! "

Yan Hai kicked on the sand painting platform, and the sand spilled all over the ground.Just a bland statement was enough to break his mind.In the past, he lived in a chrysalis wrapped in countless mysteries. Now Xingyi would rather not peel it off layer by layer, making the person in front of him look not strong at all, and even pitifully depressed.Xingyi firmly supported Yan Hai, who was in a state of exhaustion, and accidentally saw that his left shoulder was wrapped with a bandage.Xingyi repeatedly asked why he was injured again, but Yan Hai just suppressed the pain and did not answer anything else.

Xingyi put his hands on Yan Hai's shoulders, and transmitted his own strength to him, making his emotions no longer fluctuate so violently.They have known each other for ten years, but they basically only play music in Band Village.The reason why the number of times of communication is pitiful is probably because each other's personalities are so similar, and any worries are just settled in the bottom of my heart to bear alone.At this time, Yan Hai saw that Xingyi's eyes became very... hazy, he could only think of such a word.It is a kind of "obscurity" that seems to contain forbearance, firmness, and purity, seeing through all the complexities of the world and returning to peace, as if to say that this time it is his turn to be someone else's backing, everything will pass, everything will be fine !

"My story is over, what about yours? Are you going to tell me where I have been for the past half month?"

"Didn't you locate me?"

"Positioning is not everything!"

"I, go wandering!"