Fragrance of peaches and plums

In December, it rained heavily.

It started around midnight and continued intermittently until early morning.The temperature in the suburbs is already lower. Under such a heavy rain, people living in a simple bungalow are almost too cold to sleep.

Not long after dawn, He Chun shivered and came in from the outside, wearing water shoes on his feet, probably to see the ground.

"This weather is really a ghost. Fortunately, we didn't plant seeds, otherwise it would be useless to come all of a sudden... What are you doing?" He poured a glass of water to cover his hands, walked to Wen Xi's side, and bent over curiously. I looked around, "Write a letter?"

Wen Xi didn't raise his head, and replied, "Yes."

He Chunle: "You still write letters these days? You are really emotional, writing to children?"

"Yes." Wen Xi replied again.

He Chun leaned against the table, drank half of a glass of water, and murmured, "I want to write a letter too... I've always wanted to write to Mingming, but I just don't know where to send it."

After hearing this, Wen Xi finally looked up at him, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Why don't you go to the United States to find him? You know where it is probably?"

He Chun sighed: "At the beginning, I didn't have the ability to go, but later on, I didn't know whether I should go or not. Actually, I was afraid. People will change. When we met, we were all children, but now we are all adults. , what to do? I have no idea at all. This is probably... emotional cowardice?"

Wen Xi didn't say a word, the two looked at each other and smiled faintly.After a while, Wen Xi lowered his head again.The heavy rain continued outside, and the room was so quiet that there was only the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.

Writing a letter to Xia Zhengyu was an idea that came to him when he received a call from his grandma.Since the fate was formed by writing a letter at the beginning, let's confess it in a letter now.

The letter was written from the cold morning to the end of the rain.

Wen Xi stopped writing, folded the letter paper, and put it in a notebook.Turning around and asking Hechun to borrow a car, the latter threw a key to him casually, said "just open it", and was busy looking at the form on the computer.

Wen Xi picked up the keys, put on his coat, and went out.

Walking through the ridge outside, I met Lao Wen who went to the field early to check the soil conditions. The father and son said hello, and Lao Wen said casually: "Your mother's lunar birthday is coming soon, you can find time to visit him."

Wen Xi paused for a moment: "What do you want to give her?"

Old Wen straightened up: "I...I have nothing to give her, you just go and see her."

Wen Xi nodded and agreed.The old man was very affectionate to his ex-wife, and never blamed Dai Wanqing for leaving, he just felt that he was too poor and had no future, and couldn't give Dai Wanqing what he wanted.So far, every year before her lunar birthday, he reminds Wen Xi to remember to visit.

When the child goes to see his mother, it is regarded as his father's wish.Lao Wen thought so simply.

Wen Xi got in the car and looked at the calendar, Dai Wanqing's lunar calendar happened to be Christmas.He planned to ask Xia Zhengyu's date, which was also Christmas.This day, strangely busy.

All that aside, he marked Christmas and drove into town.

Because of the rain, the school's morning exercises were canceled, and there was an extra 10-[-] minutes between classes out of thin air, which was a happy moment for the students.Xia Zhengyu covered his head with his school uniform and lay down on the table to catch up on sleep. He probably just fell asleep, and felt someone pushed him.

Without raising his head, he scooped it up on the table, then put up a sign and wrote: Leave a note if you have something to do, and leave the court if you have nothing to do.

Then, the hand that pushed him really stopped.

Wen Xi smiled helplessly, and made a "shh" gesture to the students who were watching.Most of the classmates also respected him as a teacher, and for a while they were obedient and stopped whispering.

Wen Xi carefully took out Xia Zhengyu's draft book, bowed his head and wrote something on it, and put it on his desk together with the notebook he brought.Then he left a bottle of hot drink, quietly looked at the sleeping boy, turned around and left.

The onlookers were disappointed, especially the girls. One of them covered his chest and yelled at his little girlfriend, "Why didn't he kiss him?" The little girlfriend looked at her with the eyes of a mentally retarded: "Do you think you are filming an online drama?"

Wen Xi heard this quiet discussion, and his eyes lingered on the two girls for a while like feathers.He didn't care how the girls were blushing and embarrassed, he just thought about the phrase "why didn't you kiss him".

He did.The head covered in the school uniform revealed a piece of soft hair. When he touched it with his fingers, he wanted to bow his head and kiss it.

Next time.The next time we meet, if the little guy loses his temper, he can make up for today's kiss.

It wasn't until the class bell rang that Xia Zhengyu reluctantly got out of his school uniform, and the cold air immediately slipped into his neck.The school uniform he had just used to cover his head immediately became a sharp weapon against the wind, and he put it on his body.

Scanning his surroundings, he realized that there were one, two, three, four, five, six... pairs of eyes staring at him with a strange expression.

What's wrong?With a dazed expression on his face, he straightened his clothes involuntarily, and by the way whispered to Wu Baiwan who was leaning forward: "Hey, so who, lend me the mirror!"

The teacher in class had already appeared in the corridor, and those gazes were taken back one by one.Wu Baiwan's mirror was sent along with a draft book, and on a completely blank page was written a sentence: During recess, your boyfriend came to see you.

Xia Zhengyu: ...

He was shocked by the word "boyfriend", and he didn't use the mirror anymore. He tried hard to recall what happened during class, but he couldn't remember anything.But judging from everyone's reaction, Wen Xi's trip must be not low-key at all.

But Wen Xi has always been low-key.

He is a little happy.Looking down to see the hot drinks, drafts, and notebooks on the table, I feel more happy and warm.In the draft book are the words left by Wen Xi, and the words are also low-key, telling him to keep warm, pay attention to work and rest, and Christmas appointments.

He watched, his heart beat inexplicably faster, he exhaled, and pressed his heart again, so that he would not be so restless.

"Take out yesterday's test paper, and let's focus on a few questions..." The teacher on the stage had already started to write on the blackboard with chalk. While flipping through yesterday's test paper, he stuffed all the things Wen Xi left behind into the drawer.

After the rainstorm, the weather suddenly warmed up, and the sun seemed to be cleaner.Taking advantage of the good weather, all the work that could be started at the base started. Wen Xi was busy at the base for several days, and went to the field with Lao Wen and the local farmers he hired.

The days go by so fast, and before you know it, it's Christmas.

After school at noon, Xia Zhengyu received messages from Wen Xi, one was the location of a certain restaurant, and the other was a voice explaining the appointment time to him.He typed the word "good" with one hand and went back, feeling very good.

At this time, Wen Xi had already left the base, and according to Lao Wen's intention, he went to Lu's house with the cake.

Since he was 20 years old, except for such special days, he hardly ever stepped into the Lu family's door.Neither the mother nor the son talked about this estrangement openly, but they both understood that it was the result of an irreparable split.

He entered the living room of Lu's house, put down the cake, and sat for a while before Dai Wanqing came downstairs.Today's day means that she is one year older, but she fights against this "oldness" with a brighter appearance than ever.At the age of 30, she looks like a beautiful woman in her [-]s.

"Xiaoxi." She sat across from Wenxi in a coquettish manner, and glanced at the cake with lowered eyebrows, "This year's one is very beautiful."

Wen Xi nodded and nodded: "My heart has been delivered, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

"Brother!" Lu Huaiting came down from upstairs. He was wearing a blue sweater with the hem still rolled up. He rushed towards him in a hurry, "Didn't you just come? You're leaving soon." ?”

Wen Xi leaned back slightly, kept a distance, and said lightly: "Well, there is still something to do."

Lu Huaiting sat down while tidying up his clothes: "I'm going back to school in a month, and I've booked a place for my mother's birthday this time. I plan to give my mother a good birthday. You come too, okay?"

Wen Xi smiled and replied bluntly: "Sorry, I have arrangements."

After hearing this, Lu Huaiting's face darkened, probably thinking of something.

Dai Wanqing knew the youngest son's veins most clearly, she could tell from his expression that he was about to throw a temper tantrum, and she was a little irritable and displeased - no one could spoil her birthday fun.

She interjected coolly: "I've been spending my birthday with my family for so many years, why do you forcefully add your brother?"

"But, today is Christmas!" Lu Huaiting frowned, his tone was colder than his mother's, and his eyes were fixed on Wen Xi. His posture seemed to torture the other's conscience.

——Wen Xi spent Christmas with him since childhood, until he went abroad to study.Now that he is here, Wen Xi should naturally spend this festival with him, there is no reason to abandon him.

It's a pity that Wen Xi left him long ago.

"It's getting late, I'm leaving first." Wen Xi didn't even answer his question directly, so he got up and walked towards the gate.

"Brother, let him live with us!" Lu Huaiting called to stop him, "You like him so much, don't you want your mother to see him?"

Hearing this, Wen Xi paused and stopped.

Lu Huaiting stared closely at Wen Xi's back with the ball of wool on his chest, longing for him to turn around.Wen Xi did turn his face away, and they looked at each other.However, Wen Xi's eyes made him inexplicably afraid, and he suddenly felt that he had said the wrong thing.

Wen Xi replied: "No need, he and I don't need anyone's acknowledgment and approval."

After all, I really left.

Lu Huaiting's hand holding the ball of wool trembled a little. In order to restrain this slight embarrassment, he pulled harder, and his knuckles turned white.

"Xiao Ting." Dai Wanqing called him softly.

Hearing this, he suddenly turned around and sat upright, with a sullen expression on his face, trying to keep himself calm—he hated losing his composure in front of his mother the most.

However, his mother knew him well: "You should have gone back to school yesterday, and you postponed it until the next period, just to spend Christmas with your brother. I can understand you emotionally. But you saw, It's useless."

"Mom, don't worry about me and my brother's affairs." He lowered his eyelids, barely able to suppress his eyes and eyes, and said coldly.

Dai Wanqing laughed: "I don't care, should I wait for the outsiders to finish talking about Dai Wanqing's romantic history before talking about my son's incest history?"

"I didn't!" Lu Huaiting stood up abruptly, "You all don't understand, what is incest? Is that crying and crying emotional model worthy of being compared with the relationship between me and my brother?"

Dai Wanqing was sitting, looking up at him slightly, only to see that his jaw line was as sharp as a knife, as cold as ice, and as tight as a string.At first glance, it is strong, but if you touch it, it will break.

She sighed and said softly: "Mom doesn't want to be angry today, so calm down, okay?"

After hearing this, Lu Huaiting's jaw line gradually, gradually, loosened.