Fragrance of peaches and plums

In the evening, the sky suddenly became overcast, the cold wind was humid, and it blew intermittently until it was dark, and there were snow particles, as if it came specially for the occasion.

When Xia Zhengyu arrived at the restaurant, Wen Xi had already arrived.The restaurant is dimly lit, and the seats are quite private booths. The music is played live by a pianist, and every table is decorated with Christmas atmosphere.

The guests are male and female couples.The waiter led the way for him and sent him to Wen Xi's table, slightly surprised.

Wen Xi calmly said softly: "Please serve."

The waiter nodded and backed away.

The two had been cold on and off for about a month, and usually had little contact with each other. Xia Zhengyu felt a little cramped sitting in such a romantic place—besides, this place was beyond his comfort zone.

He sat down, smiled at Wen Xi, and said nothing.

"This one was recommended by Hechun. I heard that the specialty is delicious food." Wen Xi said, "The environment is also good."

Xia Zhengyu was a little amused when he heard this, and glanced at the promotional card on the table: "A restaurant, delicious food can be considered a special feature?"

"This kind of restaurant, you know, the focus is not on eating." Wen Xi looked at the other booths for a while, and said softly, "The lighting, music, and decoration here are all to create an intimate atmosphere. Also, The food will be served very slowly, because it can prolong the time couples spend together."

"Ah?" Xia Zhengyu said, "I'm hungry."

Wen Xi looked at him with a smile on his face: "So, I ordered the meal very early."

Xia Zhengyu nodded in satisfaction, raised his eyelids, and met the opposite gaze.He knew that Wen Xi should have something to say after the exchanging of pleasantries.Or, what should he say.

"that……"

"actually……"

The two spoke almost at the same time, and were startled by each other. Xia Zhengyu said first, "You go first."

Wen Xi stretched out his hand resting on the table, touched his index finger with his index finger, and said softly, "Zhengyu, are you still angry?"

That's a really straightforward question.Xia Zhengyu glanced at his mouth, and replied: "I thought you would at least bring out a gift, and act according to my face."

Wen Xi grabbed his fingers, put his fingertips against his fingertips, and said, "I can't wait, you tortured me."

Xia Zhengyu's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't stand this sentence, but his face was still stubborn: "I didn't see it at all, you didn't look for me, before..."

He lowered his eyelids, remembering the bet Lu Huaiting made to him that day that Wen Xi would not take the initiative to explain to him, so he hesitated whether to open the mouth first.Once he asked now, Wen Xi would never have the chance to "actively" explain.

"Before, I kept something from you, and I kept it secret. It was my fault." Wen Xi said suddenly.

Xia Zhengyu subconsciously held his breath and stared at him: "What?"

Wen Xi was a little surprised: "Didn't you read my letter?"

"What letter? I didn't—the notebook you gave me that day?" Xia Zhengyu suddenly realized, and a little annoyed, he quickly stuck out his tongue, "No, I stuffed it in the drawer... forgot, sorry."

"It's okay, I'll tell you." I don't know if it was an illusion, but Xia Zhengyu felt that Wen Xi's eyes were rather fortunate.

Then, knowing that he was right, Wen Xi said, "It's better if I can tell you personally."

Lu Huaiting's heart was always on fire, and the snowflakes disappeared instantly when they fell on his palm, as if they were evaporated by his scorching heat.After finishing Dai Wanqing's birthday family dinner, he drove aimlessly around the city, his heart and mind were cold and blank.

When he came back to his senses, he was already near Xia Zhengyu's house.

He parked the car on the side of the road opposite the community, feeling dazed.He didn't understand why he came here and what he was looking for.He had been to this place several times two and a half years ago.Every time at that time, I was happy.

Xia Zhengyu was a sophomore boy with no brains. He didn't have a good relationship with his parents. There was always an awkward feeling in his heart that he had nowhere to vent. On the surface, he was rebellious, but in fact he was easily softened by sugar-coated bullets.

He covered it a little, and the guy screamed out his heart.Take him home, say "best friend", introduce to grandma.

Grandma is old and not blind, she can see through all the tricks.At first, they didn't like him, and felt that he had led Xia Zhengyu to the bad, and regarded him like a scourge, always poking and trying to drive them away.But slowly, he was also infected by him, and he expressed to him both openly and secretly, hoping that he would protect Xia Zhengyu a little bit and not let it go.

The old man's "passed" is nothing more than getting it on the bed.

At that time, even though he and Xia Zhengyu were half-aged, everyone who should be awakened had awakened, and it was indeed a matter of minutes to get on the bed without restraint.Grandma's request just seemed to draw an invisible stick in front of them, drawing a line.

According to his personality, he would not take the request of the "foolish elders" seriously.But for some reason, during the days with Xia Zhengyu, he always stayed within this line.

Why in the end?

He held the steering wheel, and the 16-year-old Xia Zhengyu appeared in his mind.Goofy, naive, a little edgy, and being with him...well, joyously real.

He exhaled, raised his eyes to look at the community, and started the engine again, but suddenly saw a lonely and old figure walking into the gate of the community alone.It's grandma.

He looked at it for a while, then got out of the car involuntarily, and followed.

"Grandma!" he called to her.

Grandma turned around and saw him, with a surprised expression on her face: "Xiao...Xiao Lu."

He habitually put on a harmless smile and walked over: "It's so late, why did you come back from outside alone?"

"Oh." Grandma picked up the plastic bag in her hand, "I went to the doctor to pick up some medicine, it's too late to chat. Fortunately, Xiaoyu is not coming back today, he..."

Having said this, grandma paused, did not continue, and only said: "Are you looking for him? Come back another day."

"I know, he went out with Wen Xi." Lu Huaiting answered the words flatly, he naturally supported his grandma, as if he had helped her thousands of times.This ability to do everything naturally and normally is really a gifted talent.

Grandma couldn't pull her arms away for a while: "You know Wen Xi? That's right, you used to go to No. [-] Middle School, teacher..."

"He's my brother."

"What?" Grandma was taken aback.

Lu Huaiting looked down at grandma and said, "Wen Xi is my brother, my real brother."

"Then..." Grandma opened her mouth, but she couldn't say anything.This is usually called, don't know how to say it.

Lu Huaiting looked at it, just smiled, his eyes and expression were indifferent: "You said, is it a coincidence? I left Xiaoyu and left, but he was picked up by my brother. I was so good with my brother. Xiaoyu is so good, but now I am not good with any of them. There is no place for me among them."

Grandma looked at him for a while, then closed her open mouth, but didn't say anything.

Lu Huaiting is not a person who likes to confide, and he occasionally utters a few words, which are all tainted with a damn sickness.He clicked his tongue, didn't say anything, and just sent grandma home silently.

When the old and the young returned to the door, grandma took out the key and opened the door.If Xia Zhengyu was here at this time, he would definitely step forward and keep Lu Huaiting two meters away, and never let him get close to grandma.

However, grandma took the initiative to invite him into the house: "It's cold outside, come in and have a cup of hot water, don't catch a cold."

Lu Huaiting was stunned unexpectedly and stayed there.

"Close the door quickly, don't let the cold air come in." Grandma urged.

He hesitated for a moment, then closed the door silently and went in.

Grandma really poured him a cup of hot water, and then went to the kitchen to wash the pot and decoct medicine by herself.Lu Huaiting followed with the cup in his arms, watching grandma light the fire and pour a messy bag of important things into the crock.

"Grandma, are you feeling unwell?" This scene made him feel inexplicably warm, and he was not used to it, so he asked for nothing.

Grandma smiled: "When people are old, there are always problems. Take some medicine to hang your spirits."

"Oh." Lu Huaiting listened, feeling a little weird in his heart, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Grandma changed the subject: "You said, Teacher Wen is really your brother?"

Lu Huaiting nodded: "Well, half mother and half father." Then he muttered to himself, "Isn't it a bit of a coincidence..."

As he spoke, he lowered his head.

He remembered that he had threatened Xia Zhengyu before, saying that he would tell grandma about the relationship between Wen Xi and his brother... At that time, what he thought was to say viciously, like that year before grandma's hospital bed, embellishing and saying with all rhetoric, you must get up To the effect of hurting the tendons in the air - hurting Xia Zhengyu and Wen Xi's tendons.

However, at the moment it is not at all as expected.

At this moment, the world is so big, but he feels that there is no place for him to go, only grandma invites him in without any grudges, and talks to him in a normal way...

He was disdainful of such a provocative description.But standing in this small kitchen, grandma was tinkering with the medicine on the stove in front of him, he couldn't help thinking this way.

Can't help trembling.

Can't help being nostalgic.

Can't help but want to be a "good guy".

This experience was so unfamiliar, he searched his brains to find a term to define it, but in the end he could only dig out "moving", which seemed to barely fit.

——A person who faces him in an ordinary way, neither guarded nor pitiful, let alone thinks he is sick, is so precious that he is "moved".

What a shame.

Fortunately, he lowered his head, and grandma couldn't see his gaffe.

Grandma was just worried, worried about the dog blood of the three of them, sighed, and stopped talking several times.Finally, she said softly to him: "Xiao Lu, once the past is gone, you can't get it back. You have to look forward."

While talking, grandma turned down the fire a little, and then walked outside.Walking to the living room, he pointed to a photo on the table—one of the few photos of Xia Zhengyu's parents' life together.

"Everyone has something to lose. No matter what you lose, if you admit it and move forward, everything will be fine. You have to admit it, or it will hurt you and make you feel uncomfortable." Grandma said, "If I don't admit it Ah, today, I can't see this picture."

Lu Huaiting listened, tightly covering the cup with his hand.The cup was filled with highly boiled water, and the wall of the cup was already very hot. He held it very tightly as if unconscious.

Grandma looked at it, went over and pinched the ear of the cup, and twitched, but couldn't move.

"Son, it's burning." Grandma turned to pat him, "Put it down, I'll burn in a while."

Scalded.

He blinked his eyebrows, let go of the cup, put it on the table, and sat down on the sofa.After sitting there silently for a while, he suddenly asked, "Grandma, can I stay with you for one night?"

Hearing this, grandma was a little embarrassed: "This, if Xiaoyu knows..."

"He's not coming back tonight, is he?"

Grandma moved her lips: "That's true."

"I have nowhere to go." He said with a pitiful expression without burden.

What I said in my heart was: I can't go out.

Thinking that he was used to being a rascal, he finished speaking, leaned on the sofa without waiting for grandma's consent, hugged a pillow, and stared out the window in a daze.I don't know whether it's acting or the real thing on the face, it seems to be covered with a layer of sadness that no one can solve, it looks sad.

Grandma watched him for a while, but didn't chase him after all.