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Chapter 12 Aunt
The first time Yan Qiu saw Fu Chenze, he turned around and wanted to run, but after walking for a day, he was tired and hungry, and he really had no strength, so he was quickly caught up.
Then Fu Chenze dragged him by the arm like a chicken, pulling him towards the side of the car.
Yan Qiu struggled desperately, but he was no match for Fu Chenze, and taking care of the cat in his arms, he was quickly pushed into the car by Fu Chenze.
Because he was struggling so hard, Fu Chenze's subordinates exerted force, and Yan Qiu accidentally knocked his head on the door frame when he was pushed in, and instantly became dizzy.
After finally waiting for the dizziness in front of him to pass, the car door was locked when he opened his eyes again.
No matter how desperately Yan Qiu tried to open it, it was useless.
"Let me go." Yan Qiu turned his head and glared at Fu Chenze.
Fu Chenze didn't speak, and stepped on the accelerator to start driving.
Seeing this, Yan Qiu put down the cat bag in his arms, and rushed over to grab the car keys.
Seeing this, Fu Chenze immediately stopped what he was doing, and stretched out his hand to pull him away.
"Put me down, I want to go home." Yan Qiu said as he turned his head and looked out the window. It was obviously less than twenty meters away, why was it suddenly far away?
Fu Chenze didn't speak, and he didn't drive any more. He just took out a pack of cigarettes a little annoyedly, took out one from it and lit it.
Soon, a thin layer of smoke rose before his eyes.
The faint mist temporarily covered Fu Chenze's expression, only his side face and the flickering scarlet of the cigarette butt could be seen.
"Yan Qiu." After a long time, Fu Chenze finally said the first words since they met.
"Can you stop making trouble?"
Yan Qiu seemed to be stopped by Fu Chenze's words, and suddenly became hoarse, unable to say anything for a while.
He actually didn't quite understand why people from the Fu family came to him?Obviously everyone doesn't like him, right?
Isn't it a good thing that he's gone at last?Why do you have to make such a gloomy look again?Act like you care about him.
And why tell him to stop making trouble?
He had never cried in front of them, and this time he just wanted to go home.
Why did it... make a fuss?
Diudiu seemed to have noticed the change in Yan Qiu's mood, and suddenly became restless in the cat bag, slamming left and right, and made a low moan in his throat, which seemed to be a warning, but combined with his milky voice, there was really no deterrent effect.
Seeing this, Yan Qiu leaned over to open the cat bag and put it on his lap, comforting him while trying to explain, "I didn't..."
However, he was interrupted by Fu Chenze before he finished speaking, "Yes, we all know that you have resentment in your heart, but can't you say what compensation you want? Why do you threaten to run away from home?"
Yan Qiu turned to look at him in a daze, somewhat puzzled by his meaning, "...threat?"
"Otherwise? Then what is the purpose of your mobilizing people to run a race? Isn't it just to make us regret it?"
"We all know you're angry, we'll make it up to you, don't make trouble, okay?"
Today, because he was in a hurry, Yan Qiu didn't eat much all day, probably because of insufficient nutrition, every word of Fu Chenze made him think hard for a long time.
But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't understand how Fu Chenze achieved the logic and self-consistency. He felt that his actions were threatening?
who is he?What qualifications do you have to threaten them with yourself?
They obviously didn't care about him.
Besides, the closer he was to home along the way, the more familiar scenery he would be familiar with. His mind was full of his aunt, Diudiu and the past.
No time to think about anything else.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Chenze thought he had finally figured it out, and extinguished the remaining half of the cigarette.
In order to find Yan Qiu these days, he almost ran all the intersections and stations from city A to here.
He couldn't stand the sleepless days, so he couldn't control his temper when he saw Yan Qiu's refusal to obey.
but……
Fu Chenze glanced sideways to the right.
Yan Qiu was thinking about something with his head down. Because he was wearing a hat and a mask, he couldn't see his expression. He could only see him gently stroking the cat in his arms. It seemed that he had finally figured it out.
Seeing this, Fu Chenze breathed a sigh of relief, and prepared to continue driving.
However, just after inserting the key, Yan Qiu said, "I never thought of threatening you."
"No trouble, I just want to go home."
Fu Chenze was in a hurry to take him back to meet his parents, so he didn't listen to him seriously at all, but just said, "Okay, I'll take you home now."
Then I heard Yan Qiu continue to say: "It's not the Fu family."
Fu Chenze was taken aback when he heard this sentence, "You mean the Yan family?"
When Yan Qiu heard the words, he suddenly didn't want to say anything, so he fell silent.
However, Fu Chenze continued to ask: "They didn't seem to treat you well at the beginning?"
Yan Qiu recalled the old days, and replied, "Yeah."
"Then I don't understand even more, why do you still have to run all the way back?"
Yan Qiu didn't speak any more, but just silently looked at the rearview mirror outside the window.
Fu Chenze's car has turned around, and the ancient town of Qing'an on the sign is getting farther and farther away from him.
Seeing that he hadn't answered, Fu Chenze didn't care, so he took the initiative to change the topic.
"It's too late today, let's find a hotel first, and we'll fly back tomorrow."
"Mom and Dad miss you very much, really."
"You don't know that during the past few days when you ran away from home, your mother was in tears."
Fu Chenze had always said little in front of Yan Qiu. He always felt that he had nothing to say to a younger brother, but for some reason, when he saw him today, he suddenly talked a lot more.
Maybe when held his wrist just now, suddenly realized that he was a little too thin?
After meeting again this time, Yan Qiu's body has been covered with a layer of mist.
Fu Chenze couldn't tell what it was, but he just felt that he should talk to him more.
otherwise……
He seemed about to break.
Fu Chenze had always been a person who followed his heart, so he didn't care whether he answered or not, and just talked to him casually.
"You can tell me where you want to go next time. If you have time, we will accompany you there. I hope that such a thing that disappears without saying a word will never happen again."
"Mom and Dad went to great lengths to find you this time."
"Dad hasn't been to the company recently, and Mom has been holding your photo and crying."
"...We know you are angry because of what happened last time."
"right……"
Fu Chenze struggled for a long time, but he still didn't say that sentence.
Yan Qiu didn't listen either, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.
Yan Qiu slept very lightly, and woke up as soon as the car stopped.
Fu Chenze was absolutely unambiguous in terms of food and lodging, he just drove for half an hour to the urban area, and then stopped at a barely passable hotel.
Yan Qiu knew that as long as Fu Chenze was awake, he would definitely not be able to run away, so he had no choice but to follow him out of the car first.
In order to keep an eye on him better, Fu Chenze even opened only one room, even keeping him outside while taking a bath.
Yan Qiu didn't have any objection to this, and went to lie down on the bed after taking a shower.
Fu Chenze moved the sofa to the door, and then slept on the sofa.
Fu Chenze seemed to be really exhausted these days, and soon fell into a deep sleep, but Yan Qiu didn't get up in a hurry, and waited until the early morning before slowly opening his eyes.
Then slowly sat up from the bed, picked up the cat bag and walked to the balcony.
He was worried that Diu Diu would bark, but fortunately, he was very upbeat and lay quietly in the cat bag.
Yan Qiu came to the balcony, first carefully closed the balcony door, and then opened the balcony window little by little.
Because he was afraid of making a sound, Yan Qiu pushed very slowly. It took a full ten minutes for a window to be fully opened.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, sweat oozes from his forehead.
After opening the window, he glanced down. They lived on the third floor, which was not too high, and there was an external unit of the air conditioner outside. Next to the external unit of the air conditioner was the pipe, which should be able to slide down along the pipe.
After making a plan in his mind, Yan Qiu hung the cat bag on his body and crawled outside.
In winter in the north, dripping water turns to ice, and the exposed air-conditioning unit and pipes are as cold as ice. Yan Qiu's fingers are soon frozen stiff.
In addition, he really expended too much energy yesterday, so when he was about to hold the pipe, he almost missed it and fell down.
Fortunately, there was no danger, and he slid down smoothly.
When he landed on the grass, Yan Qiu was shivering from the cold, but he didn't dare to delay for a moment. Before Fu Chenze noticed, he strode out with the cat bag in his arms.
Finally, he ran out of the hotel.
At this time, the night was quiet, and there were not many cars on the road.
So he stopped for a long time before stopping a van.
The owner of the car was a simple and honest middle-aged man. Seeing him standing by the side of the road with a cat in his arms, he stopped and asked him where he was going?
Yan Qiu tentatively said, "Qian'an Town, hometown village."
Unexpectedly, when the driver heard this, he looked at him in surprise, "What a coincidence, I just went back to my hometown."
As he spoke, he warmly greeted him and got into the car, "Are you visiting relatives? I know everyone in the village, but I haven't seen you before."
Yan Qiu replied: "Look at Auntie, I lived here when I was a child, and I haven't been back for many years."
"Who is your aunt?"
Yan Qiu paused for a long time before replying, "Yan Yu."
When the man heard this, his tone immediately became sad, "Sister Yan Yu..."
"I remembered, you are the little nephew who always followed her ass when she was a child."
Yan Qiu smiled when he heard this, but didn't speak.
"How long will you stay here this time?"
Yan Qiu seemed to be stopped by the question, Fu Chenze's words flashed in his mind, and he smiled bitterly, "Probably won't last long."
"But I mainly want to see my aunt this time. I haven't come back to see her for a long time. I wonder if she is angry with me?"
When the driver heard this, he immediately replied: "Sister Yan Yu is so angry with you, she likes you the most, and she is such a good person, she should live a long life."
"Hey, do you think that good people don't live long?"
Hearing this, Yan Qiu recalled his test report, carefully reviewed his first half of his life, and then came to the conclusion that he had never done anything bad.
So for a while, I felt that this was very reasonable, so I followed the driver and nodded, agreeing: "Good people don't live long."
Because of the free ride, finally went back smoothly this time.
But it was probably too smooth, and when it arrived, Yan Qiu was a little afraid to go down.
The driver didn't urge him, but just comforted him patiently, "People who haven't been home for a long time are like this, what is this called that, near, near, near..."
"Being closer to the hometown is more timid." ①
"Yes, that's it. I went out to work for two years and didn't come back. When I got to the entrance of the village, I didn't dare to enter, but..."
The driver master patted him on the shoulder, "It's fine to stop for a while, hurry up, there is a reason why you don't go in when you are at the door of your house."
Yan Qiu nodded, took a deep breath, then turned around and smiled at him, then opened the car door and walked out.
Yan Qiu hasn't been back for many years. It turned out that when they were in Yan's house, they didn't like him coming back, and they always felt that Yan Qiu didn't get close to them because of his aunt's instigation.
Yan Qiu sneaked back only once, the year of his twelfth birthday.
He missed his aunt so much that he walked abruptly all night and came back.
But he was quickly found back, and then he was locked in the basement for three days.
But he didn't regret it. That time when he was dehydrated from hunger and his consciousness was blurred, he seemed to see his aunt coming, sitting next to him, hugging him like when he was a child, and singing birthday song to him.
So even after lying in the hospital for a long time, he felt it was worth it.
The scene he saw when he ran back when he was twelve years old gradually overlapped with everything in front of him.
In front of him is still the quaint vermilion wooden door, but it is much more mottled and old, and the textures and veins are all engraved with the years.
Yan Qiu took out the key and opened the gate. After not coming back for so many years, the small courtyard is still tidy and clean.
The light bulbs at the door are all on, and they turn on when you press them.
This place seems to have changed, but also seems to have not changed.
It seemed that as long as he yelled into the room like he did when he was a child, his aunt would come out and pretend to be aggressive, "It's so late, I still know how to come back."
Thinking of that scene, Yan Qiu couldn't help but smile, and continued to walk in.
The walnut tree in the yard swayed its branches and leaves with the breeze, as if welcoming him back.
When my aunt passed away, she gave him the two keys of the small courtyard, one to the neighbor, and gave the neighbor half of her savings.
She hopes that the neighbors can come here to clean it every once in a while, so that the yard will not be deserted.
"Is it still necessary? Xiaoqiu's parents will definitely come to pick him up then."
"Yes." My aunt insisted on this matter, "No matter where he goes, this will always be Xiaoqiu's home."
The neighbor's aunt is very nice, even though no one has been back for so many years, she still insists on cleaning once a week.
Even the light bulbs are replaced with new ones every year.
When have nothing to do, still go to water the walnut tree in the yard, because aunt's last wish was to bury the ashes under the walnut tree without building a grave.
He said that if Xiaoqiu wants to come back in the future, she can still accompany him.
"Auntie." Yan Qiu walked over with Diudiu in his arms, looked up at the walnut tree in front of him, as if he saw the aunt who had been waiting for him to come home countless times many years ago.
"I came back with Diu Diu."
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① "Crossing the Han River", Song Zhiwen