I have something to say about the invisible population of schools

In 405, Yang Xiaofeng is a local. When he was packing his clothes at night, he attracted a burst of envy.

"It's nice to be home and not have to do laundry."

"The internet speed at home is okay, unlike the campus network, which is one card at a time."

"Xiaofeng, how long will it take you to take the subway back?"

"Two and a half hours. Speaking of which, I haven't been home for so long since school started."

With the start of military training and the mid-autumn festival rest, Yang Xiaofeng hasn't been home for more than half a month.

"Is there anything you want me to bring? I'll bring it for you when I come back on Sunday." Yang Xiaofeng casually hung the bag on the back of the chair and asked.

"Ah, can you bring me some apples? Come back and give you the money."

"Okay, is there any more?"

"A box of duck necks."

"Okay, it's gone, right? I'm going to sleep without it."

"Brother Feng went to bed so early?"

"Well, I'm a little sleepy today."

"It's too early, it's just after nine o'clock."

Yang Xiaofeng was really tired. He was not used to living in a dormitory. He usually had to wear eye masks and earplugs to sleep, but today he fell asleep with his head covered in a pillow.

"Is Xiaofeng very busy? I couldn't even wake him up this morning." Seeing that he was abnormal, Qiu Luo couldn't help complaining to the boss.

"I don't feel it, maybe it's uncomfortable. Let's keep our voices down."

"Xiaofeng, are you still used to it in school?"

Yang Xiaofeng sat in his uncle Liu An's car, nodding constantly.

Liu An glanced at him in the rearview mirror, smiled and said, "Tell uncle what you need, don't be shy."

"Thank you uncle, I'm fine."

"Dad, I feel that you treat Yang Xiaofeng better than me." Liu Yiyi pretended to be angry and pouted.

"What's the trouble with such a big man?"

"Dad, why are you attacking me?"

"You are my daughter, if I don't kill you, who are you?" Liu An stared at the rearview mirror, Liu Yiyi snorted, lowered her head and played with her phone.

"Dad, Mom told us to bring a bottle of ketchup up."

"Okay, I'll go buy it in a while."

"Go up? Where are you going?" Yang Xiaofeng couldn't help asking, hearing them talking in a foggy state.

"Your house. Grandma Yang said that the house is going to be cleaned up, and we will drop by to help today. Didn't I tell you?"

"Have you said that?" Yang Xiaofeng spread his hands with disbelief.

"I said it," Liu Yiyi snatched his phone, swipe it twice, and pointed to a sentence in the chat history: "Hey, it's here."

Yang Xiaofeng was so shocked that his double chin popped out: "Who would have discovered this, you still posted it after I went to bed."

"Then you won't listen in the morning."

"I, in the morning..." Yang Xiaofeng couldn't reply, so he could only give up.

When the car drove to the entrance of the alley, Yang Xiaofeng felt very emotional. He had lived here with his grandma as long as he could remember, and he had never been so far away from home.

"You guys go back first, I'm going to park the car."

"Okay, uncle."

As soon as he stepped into the house, Yang Xiaofeng won a blow: "You brat, you haven't come back for so long."

"Ah, Grandma, I'm going to school. Didn't you say before, 'Go to school early so you won't bother me.'"

"Do you blame me?"

Yang Xiaofeng's grandmother held up a rag and almost threw it on his head.

"Xiaofeng finally came back, so don't get angry with him." His aunt He Xin came out to smooth things over, and pushed Yang Xiaofeng to wash his hands.

"Hey, it's better to be a girl." Grandma took Liu Yiyi's hand, and smiled and narrowed her eyes in a blink of an eye, "Yiyi, the longer she grows, the more beautiful she is."

"Grandma, I'm your own grandson." Yang Xiaofeng came out after washing his hands, and muttered while shaking the drops of water.

"Oh, I just mopped the floor, and you dripped water on it again. Really."

Yang Xiaofeng covered his head and looked at grandma pitifully.

"Go, clean up the utility room." After all, it was her grandson, grandma couldn't bear to hit him, pretended to be impatient and dismissed him, then turned to Liu Yiyi and said, "Yiyi, sit down, I'll wash you an apple .”

"Utility room? When will it be cleaned up?"

"The utility room in our house is not big. How long can we take care of it? Go, be careful, if your parents' things are put away, throw away the ones you don't need. Do you understand?"

"understood."

It is said to be a utility room, but it is actually a room that is too small to have any other purpose, and it is piled up with unused things.It is usually locked, and I never think of going in.

"It's just such a broken room, what's the lock?" Yang Xiaofeng opened the door, a cloud of dust rose in the air, he fanned it with his hands, and frowned.

The room is very small, stacked with many large and small cardboard boxes, there is only a small place to stand, it is difficult to stand in and turn around.

"Do you need my help?" Liu Yiyi poked her head out, blinking her eyes and asked him.

Yang Xiaofeng wanted to refuse, but he looked at the dozen or so cardboard boxes behind him and nodded: "I'll take the boxes down, you can open them and see what they are all about."

"Okay." Liu Yiyi tied up her hair with her hands behind her back, and rolled up her sleeves, "Wow, you look thin, and you are quite strong."

"Of course, I've been helping my grandma move the goods."

"Then you still fail in sports."

"I just failed to run."

"Isn't that still... Oh, Yang Xiaofeng, do you still want your elementary school textbooks and papers?"

"No, you put it aside, I'll throw it away later." Yang Xiao did not return the limelight.

"MP3, really a childhood memory."

"lost."

"Pokemon card. Oh, it's been a long time since I saw it. You are full of surprises here."

"No more."

After Yang Xiaofeng finished speaking, he wiped off his sweat and went to move the largest white cardboard box on the ground.

"Oh, what is so heavy." Yang Xiaofeng slammed the box on the ground with a "boom", straightened up and shook his arms, "Yiyi, take a look and tell me."

There was rustling behind him for a while, but no one spoke.

Liu Yiyi turned over the box and chattered for a long time, but suddenly there was no sound, Yang Xiaofeng felt strange.

Looking back, Liu Yiyi was sitting in front of the white box, holding a photo in her hand. Seeing him turn around, she quickly put the photo into the notebook. Seeing that he was still staring at it, she had to take out the photo again, and whispered: " It seems to belong to your parents."

"Oh, show me."

Yang Xiaofeng walked over expressionlessly and took the notebook.

Liu Yiyi looked at him, feeling a little apprehensive, and asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"

"What can be wrong?"

"What about aunt and uncle?"

Yang Xiaofeng thought for a while before realizing that he was talking about his parents.

"I don't even remember my parents. I was only old when they left." Yang Xiaofeng opened the notebook and didn't care.

"My parents refused to talk to me more, I thought you had some childhood shadows."

"It's okay, don't think so much, you should eat and sleep."

"Do you think everyone is a pig like you?"

"Huh?" Yang Xiaofeng didn't pay attention to Liu Yiyi's words, and flipped through a few pages of the notebook. The pen marks on the yellowed pages were all black.The things written are very mysterious, and I drew a few strange pictures.

"What did you draw?"

"It's nothing." Yang Xiaofeng felt that this box was not simple, so he put the notebook and photos into the box casually, "I'll move this box to my room first. Don't move around, the boxes are very heavy."

"Why are you carrying this thing? There's dust everywhere." Grandma said in surprise when she saw him go upstairs carrying a box of things.

"Ah? My parents' things, I'll take them, uh, to my room and put them away."

"Can't you wipe it clean and put it in the utility room?"

"I want to take a good look and see if there is anything I need to use."

"Your dad is ignorant all day long, let me see if he can find something useful." Grandma smacked her lips and came closer to look.

Yang Xiaofeng moved in a hurry, the box was not closed, the things in it had been placed for a long time, and they were scattered all over the place. The notebook and photos were left on top, and when it was shaken just now, a corner of the photo turned up.

Grandma reached out to pick up the photo and looked at it for a while. Yang Xiaofeng put down the cardboard box and leaned over to look at it together.Before patronizing to look at the notebook, did not pay attention to the photos.Look at it now, that is his only family portrait.

A young woman hugged him, and a man wearing glasses next to him hugged his wife and children, smiling brightly.

"I remember you were only half a year old at that time, and you've grown up so much now." Grandma stroked the photo with her withered fingers, not knowing whether she was looking at her son or grandson.

When Yang Xiaofeng was very young, his parents died in an accident. He only vaguely remembered that when he was a child, his father would let him ride on his shoulders, and his mother stood aside, giggling.

Grandma looked at the photo in silence for a long time, until Yang Xiaofeng hugged grandma worriedly, and she opened her mouth.

"Forget it, take it away and put it away. Be careful, don't stain the floor, it was just mopped."

"Oh, good." Yang Xiaofeng took the photo and stared blankly at grandma walking away.

"Brother, are you okay?" Seeing him in a daze, Liu Yiyi patted his back.

"I'm fine, I'm afraid something is wrong with grandma."

"Yeah." Liu Yiyi didn't know what to do, so she answered silently and went to look at the carton again.

Yang Xiaofeng's room wasn't that big, and when he placed a cardboard box that wasn't too small, it instantly became cramped. He looked around for a week, and finally pulled away the chair in front of the desk, and threw the cardboard box underneath.

After doing this, Yang Xiaofeng was so tired that he slumped on the chair for a while, and then he took out the notebook and read it carefully.

On the title page of the notebook, the word Yang Hui was written squarely. It seems that it was left by his father.

Yang Xiaofeng called out "Dad" softly, and couldn't help laughing again, feeling that he was being silly with a notebook.

Without thinking too much, he opened the book and read it carefully, and found that his father's book recorded many supernatural events.

The notes in the early stage were still very scattered, but in the later stage, the order gradually became clear, and there were even some beautiful small characters on the side for revision or annotation.

"My mother changed it." Yang Xiaofeng touched the small words.

Yang Xiaofeng wanted to continue watching, but he heard Liu Yiyi shouting from downstairs: "Yang Xiaofeng! You can't get down anymore!"

"Hey, here we come." He casually put the photo in the notebook, put the notebook in the drawer, and then closed the door and went downstairs.

The author has something to say: For the evening, I added a long chapter.