Why be serious

Xia Hui is a singer, and his voice is very beautiful.I was so inspired that I went back and started writing the second part.

The next day I found Xia Hui with a blue face and gave him the manuscript.

I said you must watch it.

He said yes.

I said you must not let Rong En see.

He said yes.

For the next week, I asked Xia Hui every day if he had finished watching, and he said no.I don't know if Xia Hui saw that I was alluding to the Rong family's affair, or if he read too slowly.Then one day I was going to my study, and I happened to come across him reading my manuscript, with a dictionary by his hand.He had just read page nine of the manuscript.Xia Hui was very embarrassed and closed the dictionary.

"I have little literacy," he said.

I found it strange: "If you have little literacy, how do you read the libretto?"

Xia Hui said: "Someone in the troupe read it to me, and I will recite it."

"Who read it to you?" I asked him.

Xia Hui couldn't answer, he lowered his head with a bad expression on his face.

"Literacy is always good." I didn't know what he had experienced in the theater troupe, so I had to say, "You are very motivated."

"Well," Xia Hui smiled far-fetchedly, "so I envy educated people."

I asked him do you like reading?

"I love it," he said.

He smiled, Wenwen was weak.

To smile for Bo Meiren, I bought a bunch of books at the bookstore and gave them to him.

In the days that followed, while I was writing the manuscript, I sent the manuscript to Xia Hui.I never asked Xia Hui how he felt after reading the story, I only asked him if he had finished reading it.

In May, I went to the next province to visit my grandparents.They are very old, and grandma has dementia and can no longer recognize who I am.She took my hand and asked me stupidly: "Who are you? Are you Yanyan?"

Yanyan is my uncle's nickname.My nephew looks like my uncle, and I look a lot like him.

Grandma asked me again: "Are you Yanyan's son? Why are you so tall? Has Yanyan come back yet?"

Grandpa scolded her: "He's still fighting! Why are you so anxious!"

"Why is this battle not over yet?" Grandma complained, "I haven't seen Yanyan for a year. By the way, where's your daughter?"

After lunch, grandpa coaxed grandma to take a nap, and I shed a few tears in the deserted courtyard.

On the sixth day of the sixth day, my grandfather and I went to visit my mother's grave.Grandpa fell down on the way back, so I had to carry him back.

Grandpa asked me what I had learned abroad these years.

I say nationalism.

Grandpa said why you look like your uncle, do you want to follow his path.

I said that a nephew is like an uncle, it should be.

My grandparents were both businessmen who grew up in the capital. They lived in their hometown of Muzhou after earning enough money, so my mother and uncle both spoke northern dialect.In fact, my aunt and Xia Hui are also from the north.For many years, Rong En's hobbies remained unchanged.

I sent the coffins of my mother and uncle back to Muzhou, and they all came back here. I thought I could be buried here in the future, so I told my grandfather that you would leave me a place.

Grandpa hit my waist with a cane: "I have to walk ahead of you!"

I said: "Actually, this is really not sure." So my head was slapped.

I talked a lot with my grandpa that night.About uncle, about war, about ambition.

I only returned to Huzhou at the end of the month.It was early in the morning when I went back, and the living room was not turned on. I was afraid of waking up the children, so I tiptoed around, but I accidentally bumped into Rong En and Xia Hui kissing in the living room.

I asked Rong En: "Can't you go back to your room? Don't scare Xiaobao and Yingying someday."

Xia Hui blushed, and Rong En became angry from embarrassment.

He said, "This is my house!"

"I know, it will be mine from now on." I said.

When Rong En heard this, he wanted to hit me, but Xia Hui stopped him.The three of them pushed and smashed a vase, startling Auntie.

I looked at Rong En and remembered many things.He was sorry for his mother, but he never owed me.But I still pissed him off.

Xia Hui's face was pale and pale, dangling in front of my eyes.

I couldn't help but said to Rong En: "Don't spoil Xia Hui. If you really like him, you won't embarrass him so much at home."

Rong En punched me in a rage, and I fell on the sofa, dizzy.At the center of the vortex was Xia Hui's overly surprised and dull face, he was like a puppet.

My aunt rushed over and hugged me, screaming, "I can't live through this day!"