The residual temperature is over

After hanging up the video, only grandma and Wen Bieyu were left staring at each other in the room of the old house. There is still some time before eating, and we can’t break the barrier through eating. Fortunately, the old man always treats children in her own way. approach, whether the child is unfamiliar or familiar.

Grandma manipulated the wheelchair and came to the side table in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. There was a big woven basket there. This was her little treasure house. There were wool balls of various colors and matching small things in it, and one was almost finished. sweater.

The color of the sweater is quite special. It looks like gray, but it is not all gray. It may be mixed with some blue color. A few rays of light breaking through the darkness.

The first time Wen Bieyu saw it, he knew it was a sweater knitted for Yu Shiye.

Grandma also verified Wen Bieyu's guess at the same time: "It's going to be winter, what color do you like? I've almost finished knitting Xiao Ye's sweater, so I'll knit one for you too?"

"This is too much trouble for you."

"What's the trouble? At my age, I just want to be troubled. If I don't trouble, I should live as a plant." Grandma complained, but didn't force her. She just looked at the sweater in her hand and asked Wen Bieyu, "What do you think of this sweater?"

"The weaving is very good, Ono will definitely like it."

Wen Bieyu didn't lie, the old man's craftsmanship is very good, the stitching is fine and the style is generous, anyone will like it.

Grandma was a little troubled: "In the past few years, I have knit a similar sweater for Xiaoye every year. Xiaoye didn't get tired of wearing it, and I was tired of knitting. I wanted to change to a younger and more fashionable style this time, but I was never satisfied. , Maybe when people get old, the aesthetics will stay in the past along with youth.”

"Younger and trendier?"

"Correct."

"Then let's put together a geometric pattern?"

"It's a good idea."

"Or make a small accessory for the clothes?"

"What kind of accessories?"

Grandma is significantly more interested in the next proposal than the last.

Wen Bieyu immediately thought of peacocks, and then thought of a pair of sapphire cufflinks that Yu Shiye once gave him. He thought for a moment: "Make cufflinks for chicks or birds, cute ones, and put them on the sleeves of your clothes." , How about it? In general, the clothes are still stable, but two interesting details have been added."

Grandma was moved.

So Wen Bieyu started to work. He majored in architectural design, and his appreciation and design of clothes are not online, but when it comes to making small things, this can barely match his major.

He found a pen and paper, and drew a chicken on the paper, with a long neck, a tall chest, elf-looking black bean eyes, and even a triangular beak, all very airy.

"This is good, this is cute, let's do this!"

Immediately, the old man's joyful voice came from the side, as Yu Shiye said, old children, old children, the older you are, the younger you become.

but.

Wen Bieyu's pen tip flicked lightly on the paper, leaving a dot of ink, as if meditating.

More than cuteness, the key is similarity.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened.

When the lights in the villa were turned on, a voice came from outside to grandma's room: "Mom, we're back to see you, is Xiaoye here?"

Wen Bieyu and grandma looked up together, and saw Yu Rulin and his wife standing at the door.

When the two met, Yu Rulin, who was holding his wife's arm, was stunned for a moment, and explained: "It turned out to be Xiaoyu. I thought it was Xiaoye from a distance, and Xiaoye usually accompanied his grandma like this."

Wen Bieyu couldn't say "Dad" a little bit, so he had to keep a very polite and really awkward smile.

Grandma said at this time: "Why are you here today?"

Yu Rulin: "There's nothing going on in the company, and Yinhua also said that he misses you, so let's come and have a look together, and have dinner by the way."

Yu Rulin's wife is Xu Yinhua, a violinist in an orchestra. Although she became the proprietress of Hushen Group very early, she never gave up her career and still plays in the orchestra. The music at his wedding with Yu Shiye, It is recorded from Xu Yinhua's performance.

Perhaps God always favors beauties. Standing in front of Xu Yinhua, people can't tell her age. She is well-maintained and elegant, just like a canna plant standing quietly in the mist and rain, seemingly distant and unpredictable.

This kind of smile is somewhat similar to Yu Shiye's, probably because of the mother and child.

In fact, Yu Shiye and his parents are somewhat similar, and even if they look good, they are very good at development.

Wen Bieyu thought about it for a while until he heard grandma talking.

"Then you are too late, I have already eaten with Xiaoyu just now."

After grandma said this naturally, she continued.

"Haven't you guys eaten yet? Hurry up and go back to eat. Don't miss me. I have plenty of people to accompany me. Xiaoye is not here and Xiaoyu is here. These two children are much more fun than you. Xiaoyu can also do handicrafts, can you?"

Yu Rulin smiled helplessly: "Okay, mother, you continue to do handwork with Xiaoyu, and Yinhua and I won't bother you. Xiaoyu—" he turned to Wen Bieyu and said, "Your mother and I will leave first. Ono, please take care of me, don’t be polite if you need anything, just come to my house to find me.”

Wen Bieyu: "...Thank you."

After this slightly hesitant answer, Yu Rulin left again holding Xu Yinhua's arm.

Wen Bieyu, on the other hand, couldn't help but glanced at grandma, and saw that grandma turned her head slightly after the couple left. Her eyes fell on the lawn outside the window. The lawn was pitch black at night, except for the taillights of the cars parked inside. It is bright, twinkling, scarlet like the pupils of a beast.

Accompanied by the faint sound of the car starting, the car left, and the eyes of the beast gradually disappeared in the darkness.

Nothing can be seen outside the window, but grandma seems to have not recovered.

She was silent, sitting there alone and stooped, as thin as a silhouette that could be peeled off at any time.

Just when Wen Bieyu couldn't help but wanted to go forward, the old man turned his head and regained his smiling spirit. The loneliness just now was like Wen Bieyu's illusion.

"Let's get in the way, Xiaoyu, are you hungry? Let's have dinner together."

"it is good."

They had a delicious dinner. After the dinner, Wen Bieyu accompanied his grandma for a stroll in the garden, then went back upstairs, made the airy chick he designed just now, and sewed it on the sleeve.

After everything was done, it was too late, and it was time for grandma to go to bed. The nurse outside came in to help grandma clean up. Wen Bieyu waited outside until the nurse pushed the old man back into the room, and he stepped forward to help , carried the old man from the chair to the bed.

No matter how good the care is, there is no way to compare with the company of loved ones.

When Wen Bieyu covered the quilt for grandma, grandma held Wen Bieyu's hand. The old man's hand was rough and strong, but also thin and fragile. Wen Bieyu didn't dare to struggle, but could only feel the endless heat pass it on to yourself.

"grandmother?"

"Xiaoyu, you and Xiaoye must..." Grandma stopped talking halfway, and she looked at Wen Bieyu, her eyes gradually became gentle and kind, "You are a good boy, you must be happy."

"By the way, grandma has a gift for you, you must accept it."

As she said that, grandma stretched her hand towards the head of the bed. There was a box here, which appeared after they had eaten.

Wen Bieyu quickly refused: "It's really not necessary, grandma, you know that Xiaoye and I are fake—"

Granny's fingers were on her lips, and she hissed, then blinked.

"No, I don't know anything. Although this is a gift from grandma, but the money is from Xiao Ye, please accept it. Can there be a man who doesn't give gifts to his lover these days?"

Wen Bieyu saw determination and toughness in grandma's eyes, he no longer refused, but when he was about to leave, he turned around and said, "Grandma."

"Ok?"

"What I did just now is nothing, it should be. Ono also took care of my grandfather a long time ago."

Grandma froze for a moment, then she smiled and said:

"Then Ono just did what he was supposed to do."

Wen Bieyu left the room. He didn't pay much attention to the gift from grandma, which was said to be paid by Yu Shiye, until he saw a brand new Ferrari sports car in the garden.

"..."

Wen Bieyu lowered his head and opened the box, and there was indeed a car key inside.

He looked at the sports car for a long time, took out his phone, took a photo, and sent it to Yu Shiye.

"Is this considered compensation for work-related injuries? [Picture]"

***

The dark night at home is the bright sun abroad.

The rumbling noise of the propeller of the small plane is like a drilling machine on a construction site, humming into people's hearts. Yu Shiye, who is sitting by the window, is a little absent-minded. His posture is loose, half lying and half sitting, with his head tilted towards the window. On the other side, let the scenery reflected on the porthole flow through his pupils at the same time.

The scenery could be seen in the eyes, but not in the heart, until the howling wind broke into the cabin, blowing Yu Shiye back and tilting his head, and he recovered from a kind of sluggish meditation.

"Okay, it's time to prepare for skydiving. I'll go down first and you go down first. Do you want to make a punch?"

Meng Qihang stood up from the position beside Yu Shiye, walked to the open hatch, put one hand on the grip of the hatch, and half of his body leaned out, hanging so that he couldn't fall off.

The two of them have skydived many times together, and they have also played many tricks on skydiving, but this time, Yu Shiye didn't have much interest in playing games. He bent down and stood up, came to the cabin door and squatted, doing things for himself slowly Putting on the goggles, he lazily said, "Let's get down together."

"OK then."

Meng Qihang shrugged.He retracted his body, sat with his feet on the outside, put on goggles like Yu Shiye, and began to adjust the small camera strapped to his wrist.When he turned the camera to Yu Shiye, Yu Shiye frowned.

"Told you not to shoot me."

"I got it, I got it," Meng Qihang muttered, "How long has it been, and you still kept your skydiving from your family? I didn't say it. The precautions for skydiving are very good now, and it's not dangerous at all. Even if you tell them, they won't." I will definitely object."

"Everyone has their own little secret."

"And I'm the one who will best keep your secrets."

Meng Qihang made a zipper gesture with his hand on his mouth, and after only a second, he showed regret again.

"Thinking that you have come to do skydiving but you can't post pictures in Moments to pretend to be aggressive, I'm worried for you."

"Pretend to rely on skydiving?" Yu Shiye sneered.

"Why can't you rely on skydiving?" Meng Qihang plausibly said, "What is skydiving? Skydiving is Fly, a process in which human beings grow wings, and an eternal dream engraved deep in the human soul—"

Yu Shiye thought Meng Qihang was annoying, so he stretched out his foot abruptly and kicked the chatterer off.

"Ah -ah ah ah ah ah ah alas!"

The first half of the exclamation was still flying in the air, and the second half of the excited howl was catching up. Meng Qihang rolled in the sky, and soon became a small decoration in the sea of ​​surging clouds.

The ears were finally quiet, only the sound of the wind and the propeller remained, which was still making noise.

Looking at the world from the gust of wind, the world is slightly distorted.

This is already a world above the clouds, the sky is as blue as the sea pouring upwards, the clouds below are just the steps to heaven, and the faint golden light in the distance may be the abode of God.

Yu Shiye made the final arrangement for himself. He reached into the pocket of his trousers and took out his amulet. This is a necklace consisting of a black rope and a jade safety clasp pendant. The safety clasp is not big. The quality of the jade is ordinary, but it looks quite moist, obviously it is often touched and carried by the owner.

This is a necklace, but Yu Shiye didn't hang it around his neck.

He held the safety buckle in his left hand, bit the top of the rope with his teeth, and then placed it on his right wrist, winding and binding it round and round. At the end, the rope was tightly wrapped around his wrist, and the buckle was touching the wrist vein, which connects to the heart. place.

Yu Shiye touched the pendant again with his thumb, bowed his head to offer a kiss, and jumped down.

The wind blows upwards, and he descends.

nothing left.

No noise, no troubles, no crowds, no disgust, the ropes wrapped around his body were cut in half during this light fall, and all of them swam away from him, replaced by peace and comfort, and then rushed up .

He heard the beating of his own heart, "Boom—boom—boom—", it was a powerful sound of life; he saw the world under the clouds, God's most proud masterpiece was unfolding in front of his eyes, and the distant mountains were covered with snow. , surrounded by green water.

This is not a pretentious tool for the circle of friends, nor is it a boring journey to find excitement.

This is a little secret that Yu Shiye kept silent.

This is a train leading to fear. Only by approaching fear can one embrace fear and not be afraid of fear.