Orthodox idols will not be disqualified

Lian Xiaowu's parents have been abroad for eight years, leaving behind a couple of old people and a teenager living in a small second floor in the southern district.As an assistant, Jiajia is quite familiar with Lian Xiaowu's family. Grandma rolled her eyes as soon as she opened the door, and hurriedly greeted her, "Girl is here, come in quickly."

Lian Xiaowu, who was hiding behind, poked out half of her face slowly, pretending to be wronged: "Grandma, I'm back too."

The old lady was in good spirits, and she couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear when she saw her precious grandson, wandering back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, bringing out a plate of food for a while, wishing to feed the two of them into piglets.

Jiajia didn't stay any longer, she refused to say that she still had something to do, and left again in a gust of wind.

Lian Xiaowu was nestled in the middle of the sofa. As soon as he got home, he began to act like a good baby, hugging the old man's arm and acting like a baby: "Grandma, why are you alone at home?"

"Your grandpa went shopping early in the morning. Last night we watched TV at home and watched the baby come out to sing, but he was very happy," the old lady chatted happily with Lian Xiaowu, "I also guessed The baby may not be able to stay home for two days today, I was making the bed when Lin Yatou knocked on the door, if you don't come again, I will call you."

Lian Xiaowu hadn't touched the house for a while, so now she was quietly talking with the old man.The old lady read for a while, then slapped her head and said: "Your mother called me last month and said that she sent back the baby's things. I took them and kept them in your room. Do you want to see the baby?" see?"

This said, Lian Xiaowu was stunned for a few seconds before remembering that it should be the letter mentioned in the phone call with his mother the day before her birthday.

Lian Xiaowu agreed, and ran up the stairs with her white fluffy slippers.

His room has always been furnished as it was in the first year of high school, stacks of unfinished high school textbooks are placed in a transparent cabinet, and unopened courier letters are placed on the table.

The two addresses for receiving and mailing were all very familiar to him. Lian Xiaowu opened the drawer casually, took a pair of small scissors and cut open the slightly stiff paper bag, shaking out seven or eight letters.

From the outside, this stack of letters looks like brothers from the same mother. They are sealed in kraft paper, with no stripes to be found, and they don't look like they were sent by fans.This seems to be an out-and-out paradox. The letter that he can send home can only be a letter from a fan.It just so happened that these twins were sent to their parents by mistake, and there was a ghostly atmosphere from the beginning to the end.

Lian Xiaowu picked up the letter that fell on the top and took a closer look. His mother was right. At a glance, it was the child's handwriting, every stroke, earnest and immature.Due to too many strokes, a word of fog is written in nine twists and turns, which is completely different from the previous two characters.

The name was chosen by Lian Xiaowu's father who loves to study astronomy. The main business of the three of them is irrelevant.My father was in the stars, and my mother was a freelance writer.Dad hoped that he could be the most educated person in the family, so he picked three characters from a poem and named him.When my mother was pregnant, she listened to violin music every day. In fact, he never even touched the bow.After reluctantly learning the piano for a few years, even Xiaowu failed to inherit her parents' respective ambitions.

Even when Xiaowu was in kindergarten, other children were called Haohao Yangyang, but he had to write his inexplicable name in a proper way.Finally, when he was a few years older, he discovered that fog is a commonly used character, and it is not difficult to write at all. After a few years of not being happy, he entered the entertainment circle.

what does this mean?

——I want to sign.

All the autographs that Lian Xiaowu handled, except for the one year when she was seventeen or eighteen years old, all the autographs after that were the surprisingly simple "Lian Xiao 5", the serious name is out of print.

The cowhide envelope in his hand looked old, and the seal was still stuck with solid glue. It had been pressed to the bottom of the box for several years without seeing the sun, and the glue had long lost its stickiness, and the corners were loosely curled up.

Regarding the old objects, apart from the initial curiosity, Lian Xiaowu now cherishes them a little more, revealing the creases bit by bit along the edge, and pulled out a thin letter paper.

The moment to spread out and smooth the letter paper was extremely short, the imprints drawn by the water-based pen blurred the words and sentences, and the small rolls on the edge of the page turned into sharp little hooks, slowly pulling out a memory along the time tunnel .

A long time ago, when he was just an ordinary junior high school student Lian Xiaowu, the high school affiliated to N University had a custom of recruiting art students, and the annual winter training camp was also a way of recruiting students.The attached high school is one of the best in the whole province. Even children who are not yet at the age of middle school are often sent by their parents to experience the atmosphere.

Lian Xiaowu was only 13 years old at that time. She was in the second year of junior high school. She was a great senior in front of a group of little radish heads. The good boy in the eyes of the teacher was arrested without any accident. He came here once a day in the morning and evening to lead the team , Accompany this group of children to visit the attached middle school.

Of course he was not the only one, the teacher assigned about three or four "assistants" like him.The consciousness of Mu Qiang, a student in the fifth and sixth grades, is rising, and Lian Xiaowu's limp temper can't be controlled at all.So in the end, those two weeks were followed by **-year-old children.

Who wouldn't like a well-behaved, cute and beautiful child, even Xiao Wu was no exception.

The youngest of the group of little bean ding had just turned eight years old, and was sent to dance lessons by his parents when he was a little tall. His arms and legs were white and soft, and he didn't reach the height of Lian Xiaowu's chest when he stood up straight.Sticking to Lian Xiaowu all day long, he stood on tiptoe to touch his little curly hair for a while, and when other children came up to him, he tightened his hand nervously.

Speaking of which, before the end of the winter training camp for half a month, the child cried a lot, and was reluctant to go home, so he wanted to stay with Brother Xiaojuan.

It was around that time that Lian Xiaowu's coaxing skills came to light, and she told people that you should grow up quickly, go to the attached middle school, and your brother will continue to play with you in the future.He really wasn't lying. After finishing junior high school in three years, Lian Xiaowu was promoted to the high school of the attached high school step by step.It's a pity that the promise of meeting by chance was forgotten by him. After one year in high school, he dropped out of school and rushed to the third round of selection for Spark.

Even Xiaowu never remembers the milk baby who calls Brother Xiaojuan so crisply.The remaining impressions in my mind are composed of three keywords, learning to dance, sticking to people, and crying.

"Brother Xiaojuan:

Did you miss me?I miss you so much, the students in the class are so stupid, ugly, and can't play the piano, I don't like them.The teacher said that I was the class monitor and asked me to hold Zhang Xiaoyu, but Zhang Xiaoyu was not as good-looking as my brother, so I didn't want to hold her hand.

I am already nine years old, and my mother said that I will be able to enter the fifth grade next semester. I skipped a grade, and I will be able to go to the attached middle school to find brother Xiaojuan in one year!

Tang Jia

September 20, 8XX"

——It must be the same name.

Lian Xiaowu opened the rest of the letter in disbelief.

"Brother, why didn't you reply to my letter? Dad seems to be changing jobs. I heard him tell my mother that next year I will move to N City when I am admitted to the attached high school."

——Tang Jia's Baidu Encyclopedia, the first paragraph clearly states that his hometown is in another city in the province.

"Brother, the teacher said that I will definitely be admitted to the attached high school. I have practiced dancing well. Although I am very tired, I can go to the attached high school to study in the second half of the year!"

— This is the last one.After going back and forth for more than a year, Xiaokubao insisted on writing the letter for more than a year, but never got a reply.At this time, Lian Xiaowu was probably worrying about her parents preparing to go abroad.

Lian Xiaowu's mood at this time went around and turned into five words, which is really not the same name.

The year and age were written in black and white on the letter. Addition and subtraction within ten digits couldn't be easier, no matter how you calculate it, it is Tang Jia's current age.

The little crying bag in the winter training camp is also a dance that I learned when I was a child.

The little crying bag is his roommate, that Tang Jia who slept in the same room with him more than ten hours ago.

He never received these letters.Going abroad is not something that is decided overnight. Lian Xiaowu's father started preparations more than a year in advance, including one item, moving.

The attached middle school is strictly controlled, and every letter received has to be interrogated by the teacher. Lian Xiaowu simply left her home address for Xiaokubao.Before moving, the old house 20 years ago was located a little bit out of the way, occupying a corner of the old town. The only comfort was a yard where the old man could tend the flowers and plants.

Boxes of books were packed and placed in the yard, and the letters delivered by the courier were placed on the box by someone who didn't know, and it was dusty for nearly ten years by accident.The old house has never been sold. On the one hand, it is a memory, and on the other hand, it also stores old books for Lian Xiaowu's father that he can't take away.

Until half a year ago, he suddenly remembered the old house's collection of books. After a phone call from overseas, Jiajia called the courier company to send it. From the beginning to the end, even Xiaowu never handled the box of books.

Lian Xiaowu clicked on Tang Jia's profile page again in a daze.

"Before joining spark, I studied in the High School Attached to N University."

...It turns out that the kid from back then really got into the attached high school.

Three years in junior high school and three years in high school, Tang Jia spent more time in the attached middle school than he did.He skipped a grade in elementary school, and at the age of 17, he took part in the eighth-term student assessment. He stepped into spark almost as soon as he graduated.

A question was clamoring in Lian Xiaowu's head.

——Tang Jia, do you still remember him?

Lian Xiaowu's name was written stroke by stroke on the envelope, but even though Lian Xiaowu was a young boy in middle school at the time, he couldn't remember the name of the one who had only been together for half a month.Tang Jia is younger, he may remember brother Xiaojuan, but will he really remember who Lian Xiaowu is?

If he had always remembered Lian Xiaowu, he would have come to him just after passing the examination a year ago.Going back further, the year Tang Jia was promoted to the attached high school, Lian Xiaowu was studying in the first year of high school, and the junior high school was next to the senior high school... It is not possible to be silent until now.

Lian Xiaowu put away the letters twiddled between her fingers in a daze, and arranged them one by one according to the date, as if she was trying her best to match the Tang Jia of today with the Xiaokuibao of that year.

He had an intuition that he seemed to have missed, or made a mistake.One letter after another strung together broken fragments, and even Xiaowu spent the two-day vacation in a daze, but couldn't capture anything from it.