middle of the road

There used to be a piece of land on the east side of the yard. In the past, Zhao Jin sorted it out and used it to grow some fresh vegetables. After he was gone, this piece of land was deserted, covered with weeds, and even the shape of the plot It's all covered up a bit blurry.

After Li Tingzhi left last year, Chi Yu hired Uncle Li to take care of it. Seeing that he would come back every winter and summer vacation, he cleared up all the weeds, rearranged the ground, and planted some common plants for him. side dishes.

Chi Yu called Cheng Ying and Cheng Le, and took them to pick some tomatoes and cowpeas, which were in the meat refrigerator. When Li Bo left in the morning, he killed a chicken for them.

Chi Yu was going to make two meat and two vegetables plus one soup. The junk food at noon was not enough, so he soaked in the water for an hour or two. Now the four of them were already starving. Cheng Yang helped him, less than half an hour In an hour, all the meals are ready and out of the pan.

After dinner, Chi Yu took Cheng Ying and Cheng Le to the yard to enjoy the shade, and left Cheng Yang alone in the kitchen to wash the dishes. It was quite windy outside today. After the heat of the day was gone, the cool wind blowing on the body was no worse than the air conditioner. Knowing how many times more comfortable, the entire pores are stretched.

There are a lot of mosquitoes next to the rockery because of the dense plants. The little fish they wanted to see hid and slept at this time. Chi Yu asked them not to go there. There is a swing that Zhao Jin made for Chi Shan at the door. .

Cheng Yang came out after washing the dishes, Chi Yu sat up from the recliner, and said to take him to see Zhao Jin's calligraphy and paintings.

Downstairs there is a special study room, which has the same layout as the upstairs, except that the middle is opened up, which makes it look very spacious. Inside, there are various desks and calligraphy and painting cabinets in an antique style. Calligraphy works and some landscape flowers and birds are hung on the walls on both sides. painting.

Cheng Yang looked around, he didn't study these things, he couldn't understand them purely from the perspective of appreciation, but in terms of ordinary people's aesthetics and the most intuitive visual experience, those calligraphy and paintings are indeed exquisite, "all Is it your grandfather's work?"

"Some are, and some are from his collection." Chi Yu dimmed the lights in the room, "There are a few copies on the wall that were given by his friends, and some are from his students."

Cheng Yang approached a little closer, looked at the fluffy "moonlight in front of the bed" in front of him and asked, "Are you also his student?"

Chi Yu saw that he was standing in front of a debut work he had written, and he didn't know whether it was because the characters were so elegant and different, or because he recognized the signature stamp underneath, he smiled, "If you are a student, you don't have to hang up." It’s here, it’s my grandson who hung it up.”

"It's pretty good." Cheng Yang said, at least his handwriting was much better than his. The last time he picked up a brush was in calligraphy class in elementary school.

"You don't need to comfort me. I was only seven years old when I wrote those words, and I'm sure it's not like this now."

"What is it like to write now?" Cheng Yang asked.

Chi Yu thought that he had written his name and what he said, but it seemed that he hadn't shown the finished product to him.

"I'll write it for you now." As he said that, he poured some water into the inkstone and began to grind it slowly.

"Have you been writing for a long time?" Cheng Yang looked aside and found that his masterpiece was only that one.

"No." Chi Yu sat down, "I really started to practice calligraphy after he left. One day I sat on this stool like this and looked around the calligraphy and paintings on the wall. I suddenly became interested, so I am not him. student, he hasn’t taught me a day.”

Chi Yu beckoned Cheng Yang to go over, chose a brush with a tip diameter greater than one centimeter, took out a piece of paper and calmed down, and asked him what he wanted to write, and he could write him a few words that were better than "Moonlight in front of the bed" "Bigger letters, but certainly less hairy.

"It's fine." Cheng Yang said.

Chi Yu thought for a while, picked up a pen and wrote the word "Cheng Yang" on the paper, using Xingkai, which was more lively than regular script.

After finishing writing, he searched the cabinet for a while, found a seal with his name engraved on it, took a deep breath and tapped it, and then he handed it to him, "When I was young, I couldn't write one or two words, and the engraved chapters couldn't be written. No, I stamped the place where the name was written in the homework book, and I stamped my grandfather's stamp when asked the parents to sign. Later, when I was called a parent, the teacher directly asked my mother if my family stamped it."

Cheng Yang smiled, and took the name in his hand. It was true that it was no longer immature as before. The writing was crisp, but not too sharp, and the ending was round, but not too dull. , whether it is god or shape, there are seven or eight similarities.

Chi Yu put down the pen, leaned back on the back of the chair, slowly let out a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, "You know, I'm actually very sorry."

"What are you sorry about?" Cheng Yang sat down opposite him.

"It's a pity that I didn't become his student."

Before coming here, Chi Yu probably told him about the situation at home. Cheng Yang knew that his grandparents had passed away, so for the living, regrets can only be regrets. Cheng Yang didn't speak, and he didn't know what to say. He's not good at comforting people.

Chi Yu paused, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, "Because I never thought that the ruin of my family would happen to me one day."

These four words are a bit heavy, and Cheng Yang's eyelids twitched when he heard it suddenly. Even in this situation where his parents have never heard from him, he has never used it on himself. Chi Yu spoke in such a calm tone. Saying this sentence made him a little shocked and surprised.

He didn't believe all that Boss Zhang told him that day. He might have had some doubts. After all, he didn't know Chi Yu's real life situation. Half true.

"Have you ever liked anyone?" Chi Yu opened his eyes and suddenly looked at Cheng Yang and asked.

"No." Cheng Yang said.

"Me neither." Chi Yu smiled, "It's a pity that we don't know what it's like to love someone so much that you want to die for him."

Cheng Yang didn't understand the meaning of what he said suddenly. At this age, they don't love someone so much. They don't even know what love is. Compared with the previous one, Cheng Yang doesn't think this kind of regret is a regret .

"Then do you believe there is such a feeling?" Chi Yu asked again, but this time before Cheng Yang could answer, he said, "If there is such a thing in the world, I really want to experience it."

"why?"

"Because my grandmother told me that my mother and my father loved each other so much that they wanted to die for each other." Chi Yu said: "At first my grandmother disagreed, so my mother sat on the roof and forced each other to die. , my grandfather felt sorry for his daughter and compromised, and then they got married, had me, and a younger sister, and later, my mother hugged my younger sister and really jumped off the stairs."

The light in the room was a bit dim, and Chi Yu sat there with a low voice that was depressing. After four years, he seemed to have healed up from the scars and forgot the pain. He forgot that he couldn't even speak at the beginning. He never thought that one day, he would be able to face a person so calmly, reveal the pain he had experienced, and tell him so lightly.

He didn't know if it was because the person opposite was Cheng Yang, or if he was strong enough not to be afraid of the past.

As for Cheng Yang, who is the audience, his face is always calm and calm. Maybe he has already guessed, maybe he has encountered far more difficulties than he has experienced, so these are not too sensational in his opinion. Difficult to accept.

Chi Yu said that these were not to win his sympathy, nor was he in a hurry to ask him to respond. He could just listen quietly like this, which was enough for him who wanted to confide because of the sudden sadness. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

"Is it because of your father?" Cheng Yang asked softly.

Chi Yu shook her head, "He said it wasn't him."

Cheng Yang looked at him, "Then do you believe him?"

"He told me many times to make me believe him, but in fact I never believed him once." Chi Yu smiled, "I don't know if it's because I really don't believe him, or if I just doubt him like this, which makes me believe in him." The huge injustice of the whole thing has a psychological sustenance, someone must be responsible for it, I can only blame myself for the limited part, and I can only find him for the rest."

Hearing his unbelief, Cheng Yang heaved a sigh of relief. Although Boss Zhang's words were not known to be true or false, and he couldn't possibly participate too much in his housework, but if Chi Yu really didn't care about it, Without vigilance, the worst results are likely to happen.

"After my grandpa left with a heart attack because of my mother's incident, my grandma became a little delirious, so I moved back in those few years." Chi Yu took the small seal in his hand and repeated Turning back and forth, "Several times when I woke up at night, she sat on the head of my bed, telling me that my father failed my mother, and blamed my grandfather for why he had soft-heartedly agreed to her back then, so sometimes I was thinking, how can there be such a catastrophe?" Most of the time, it is obviously impulsive, and some people just like to deceive themselves and others."

"Impulsive?" He could explain his words and deeds, including his desire for his body, but Cheng Yang still shook his head, "Not everyone is what you think."

Because not all feelings can be so simple.

"Yes, indeed not everyone, like Fu Jin, he is more naive than I thought." Chi Yu suddenly put on a smile, "You actually know what he thinks of you, right?"

Cheng Yang really knew that since Fu Jin approached him intentionally or unintentionally, his liking was written on his face so straightforwardly. So is he.

Because in his opinion, Chi Yu's behavior will only be more obvious than him, Cheng Yang nodded and looked at him, "What about you?"

Chi Yu opened his arms towards him, waved his hand, and signaled him to go over. Cheng Yang paused for a while, got up and walked to the opposite side.

Chi Yu hugged his waist, pulled him towards her, and rubbed her face against his chest, "I'm more direct than him."

"I like your body." He said, "I like it very much."

Cheng Yang's hand was slowly released by his side, as if he had suddenly lifted a heavy burden. He was worried that if he had no way to respond to Chi Yu's wishes, he would accept his care again and again. What to do, it seems that he has no such idea at all.

pretty good.

As he thought about it, there was somewhere in his heart that he didn't even know where it was. The moment he just took a breath, an indescribable pain was transmitted along his nerves, like Walking on the road in the scorching sun, he was stung by something, and immediately felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

For a moment he wanted to turn around and leave here, but after a flash of thought, he felt that there was no reason, let alone necessary, "I like it so much that I spend 3 yuan to buy it?"

"Don't say that." Chi Yu smiled, "I picked up a bargain, you are worth more than 3 yuan."

Chi Yu hugged him for a while, then stood up and handed him the brush. Cheng Yang moved his finger, but he didn't answer, "I don't know how."

"You always write the words." Chi Yu forced it into his hand, "Write whatever you want, even if you visit here, I will keep it as a souvenir."

Now that he has written his name, it is obviously not good for him to write about Apple and Pear. Cheng Yang dipped some ink and wrote it late.

But Chi Yu asked him to write casually, and he really wrote very casually. It was completely different from the good calligraphy he had been praised before. It was the first time he knew that someone wrote with a gel pen and a brush. The beauty and ugliness of words can vary so much.

When the word "Yu" was finished, the last stroke was completely out of the frame. Chi Yu looked at it a little helplessly, thinking that it would be impossible for him to write it again, and he wanted to sign it. In this way, there is not even a vacant space.

He could only find an ink pad, grabbed Cheng Yang's thumb and pressed it down, and drew a mark on it.

"It's mine." After blowing dry twice, Chi Yu held it in his hand, looked at him with a smile and said.