Mountains and seas have a home

Fu Yangxia stayed in the army all year round, his face was all over the news, newspapers, and major military regions, but he couldn't be seen at home.Mrs. Xu Yingzhao concentrates on welcoming and seeing off business. There are only a handful of days in a year when she can lie in the same room with Fu Yangxia, but this does not affect their relationship.In the winter afternoon, the woman leaned on the deck chair by the balcony to take a nap, her wrists were hanging down, and the chiseled silver bracelet hung on her white and slender wrists, tinkling. Toast warm.This is what Fu Zhong often saw at home before he was eight years old.

Fu Yangxia came down from the army in the first month of this year. He came back earlier than in previous years. Xu Yingzhao didn't need to look at the calendar to know—because the first snow of this year hadn't fallen into the garden yet, and her husband's car had already passed. The driver drove back to the villa.

Xu Yingzhao sat up from the recliner when he heard the car pass by the neem tree and the fountain, put on a gray satin sewn with fox velvet, called Fu Zhong over, straightened his clothes, and told him that his father was home.

"It hasn't snowed this year." Fu Zhong said.

"Ah, yes, it hasn't snowed yet." Xu Yingzhao patted the button of Fu Zhong's coat on his chest, smiling faintly, "Maybe we have important guests in a few days, so Dad will come home earlier .New Year approached."

It was getting dark, the trees in the garden had lost their leaves, the vines on the balcony on the second floor had long been bare, the windows beside the railings were also drawn with velvet curtains, and the wicker chairs that were used to cool off in summer had not been taken away. There are a few scorched yellow leaves nestled on it.There is still the sound of running water in the granite-built fountain pool? When the snow falls, the sculpture should be dressed in white.

Fu Yangxia and Xu Yingzhao hugged briefly, then tilted their heads and kissed her gently on the cheek.Fu Zhong was led by his mother, and after the two adults finished their meeting ceremony, he was picked up by Fu Yangxia and sat in his father's arms.

"This year is earlier than usual." Xu Yingzhao fiddled with the calendar.

"Huh." Fu Yangxia nodded, touched Fu Zhong's cold nose, and made him giggle, "Someone is coming the day after tomorrow."

Xu Yingzhao was taking off his coat and hanging it on the truss, but stopped when he heard that, and asked nonchalantly after a while, "Who's going to be a guest?"?

Fu Yangxia didn't answer his wife's question, he hugged Fu Zhong and walked to the sofa and sat down, the things in the villa were reflected in the wall mirrors on both sides.At that time, there were not too many sculptures in the Adam-style living room. Peruvian handmade brocade hangs down from the concave dome, and the large area of ​​patterns and the tassels at the bottom act as a screen.

Xu Yingzhao went to pour hot water, took the plate from the nanny, and asked her softly to prepare dinner.Mrs. Fu's family? She always spoke in a soft voice, like the bracelet on her wrist and the sound of broken ice in a white porcelain bowl hitting the wall.

She put down the plate, sat next to Fu Yangxia, folded her hands, and stroked the ring on her finger.She raised her eyes and asked Fu Yangxia in a declarative tone: "Are those friends of yours?"

Fu Yangxia held Fu Zhong in his arms, lowered his eyebrows and kissed Fu Zhong's hair, and said, "Don't forget that you are also a person on the road."

Fu Zhong grabbed Fu Yangxia's collar, played with the gold medal on his collar, suddenly raised his eyelids and looked at his father, the upturned eyelashes made his eyes bigger and clearer: "Will there be guests at home the day after tomorrow? Dad? Mom said that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, did the guests come to our house to celebrate the Chinese New Year?"

"Of course, there will be guests coming. They are friends of Dad." Fu Yangxia said, and he pulled Fu Zhong's hand from his collar, "A very good friend."

He didn't go on.Xu Yingzhao put down the water glass, hugged Fu Zhong from Fu Yangxia's lap, called a nanny, smiled and said in Fu Zhong's ear: "Aunt Yuan will take you upstairs to watch a movie, just tell Auntie what you want to watch." .Later mom will call you to eat, good boy."?

Fu Zhong was taken upstairs by the nanny, and after the sound of footsteps disappeared, Xu Yingzhao said, "It's Ji's family, right?"

Fu Yangxia propped up his knees, waiting for the cold to be warmed up.He held his fingers together, and his eyes were wet under the browbones—he was born that way—like a soaked fox statue in the fountain outside the door.After being silent for a while, he stood up, left Xu Yingzhao and walked aside to pick up the water bottle to water the flowers: "Yes, it's him."

The water dripped down on the flowers and plants, and then fell down along the edge of the leaves, wetting a piece of mossy stone.Xu Yingzhao was sitting on the sofa, seeing Fu Yangxia's back to her figure, turned his gaze away, and drank two mouthfuls of warm coffee. ?

"Didn't he go to the Northeast long ago?" Xu Yingzhao heard the cold wind blowing through the bushes outside.

"He went there two years ago, and now he wants to come back and have a look."?

"He wants to come back to see you?"

"Maybe...is it possible?" The sound of dripping water stopped, Fu Yangxia put the kettle aside, and wiped off the remaining drops of water on his fingers.

It started snowing the night Fu Yangxia came home, at first there were a few flecks of white snow frothing shyly, sliding past the glass window.Then it gradually grew bigger, and was blown by the wind to wrap dry roses, sparse sycamores, green pool firs and stone railings outside the flower garden.The railing, which may have once been the walls of the Forbidden City, where Aixinjueluo slept soundly.

"Go to sleep," Xu Yingzhao covered Fu Zhong with a quilt, and then turned off the bedside lamp, "It's time to wear new clothes when I get up tomorrow."

Fu Zhong opened his eyes wide, watching his mother open the door and go out. Then he sat up in the dark, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, stepped on the hot carpet, and quietly opened the curtains.The night outside reflects the snowy light. This is the winter of 2004. Winter is called winter when it is illuminated by snow.

Fu Zhong leaned on the window and looked out, the warm breath he exhaled hit the cold glass, turning into misty mist.His eyes gathered in front of a snowflake, and waited for it to slowly melt.Fu Zhong watches the snow every year, even if it snows every year.He likes to watch the snow in a secluded place, such as late at night, such as in the corner of the garden.Fu Zhong is lonely by nature.

One day later in the morning, Fu Yangxia sat up very early, but he didn't get out of bed in a hurry, he leaned against the head of the bed and rubbed his eyes.The clock on the wall only pointed to four o'clock, and there was no sound in the quiet room, and a thin layer of shimmer flew on the curtains in front of the curved French windows.Fu Yangxia had a dream all night, but after waking up, he forgot all about the dream.

Xu Yingzhao was sleeping next to him, and was awakened by the noise at this time, stretched out her hand from under the quilt and pressed the back of Fu Yangxia's hand: "Have you had a nightmare again?"

Fu Yangxia looked down at Xu Yingzhao's hand, then clasped it, stroked his wife's slightly curly long hair with his fingers, and said with a smile, "It's nothing, it's not a nightmare, it's just that I'm tired from sleeping, so get up and sit for a while."

"You don't always sleep well." Xu Yingzhao rested her head on her pillow and looked into Fu Yangxia's eyes, "You only come home so soon, but I have never seen you sleep well. Is this also the case in the army?" ?”

Fu Yangxia pursed his lips and smiled, he gently stroked Xu Yingzhao's hair and smoothed her temples.After being silent for a while, he bowed his head and kissed Xu Yingzhao's forehead, and let go of his hand: "I'll sit on the balcony for a while, lest I disturb you, or you won't be able to sleep. Go to sleep, it's still early before you get up, and I'll wait a while Call you."?

Xu Yingzhao watched Fu Yangxia put on a black coat, opened the curtain and moved the door, and went to the balcony.He left a gap in the curtain, and Xu Yingzhao saw him sitting down on a chair covered with blankets and furs on the balcony, and slowly lighting a cigarette while the snow was flying. The smoke rose from his fingers, covering the climbing walls. The dead branches of roses on the pillars.

She didn't know what her husband was thinking at this time, and she didn't know what she should do. ?Xu Yingzhao fell asleep, and in her dream, she returned to her wedding with Fu Yangxia.

Fu Zhong waited for the guests to arrive with trepidation, he had been thinking about this all day long, and he was always inexplicably uneasy, as if some fate was coming.The house is lively when guests come, but Fu Zhong doesn't like the excitement of adults, he likes to play by himself in a lively atmosphere. ?

In the evening, when the wind and snow got heavier, the nanny stood in front of the hallway and complained softly, and then carefully helped Fu Zhong put on the scarf.There was the sound of wind in the distance, the dead trees in the garden moaned melancholy, and the snow curtain had almost smeared the opposite mountain into a paste color.Thinking that the guests might not be able to visit due to the snowstorm, the melancholy in Fu Xin's heart also groaned like a dead tree.

A Mercedes came in through the open garden gate, its body covered in snow.The butler of the family walked down the veranda to open the door, and a straight calf wrapped in black trousers moved out, with stiff leather shoes on his feet.After the man leaned on the car door to reveal his body in a camel hair coat, Fu Zhong standing on the porch suddenly realized that he had seen this man before.

After Ji Songlin got out of the car, he leaned over to help his son out. Ji Yao's shoes stepped on the soft and flat snow, and the scarf wrapped around his neck was blown away by the wind.Fu Zhong saw Ji Yao's face at a glance, compared to Ji Songlin, he remembered Ji Yao's face more clearly.

Did they meet before? It turned out to be a reunion of old friends.They had an ordinary and pleasant night before, and after being separated for two years, Fu Zhong had the honor to meet his former playmate again.Although we only saw each other for a few hours, Fu Zhong remembered it very clearly.This may be instinct, the memory born in the blood, regardless of age, regardless of age, I instinctively want to remember him, thinking that he is especially important to my life.

Fu Yangxia went down first, he stretched out his hand to hug Ji Songlin, snow fell on their shoulders, and their hair turned white in an instant.Xu Yingzhao was standing under the veranda, she saw Ji Songlin raised his eyes and looked at herself, there seemed to be many things hidden in his eyes.Xu Yingzhao blinked her eyes, and when she looked again, Ji Songlin was already smiling and talking to Fu Yangxia. ?

"Didn't Mrs. Bai come?" Xu Yingzhao stepped over Fu Yangxia to shake hands with Ji Songlin, separating the two of them a little.

Ji Songlin pulled up his coat, tied Ji Yao's scarf neatly, and said, "She's in the Bai family in the Northeast, so she didn't come to Beijing with me."?

After Ji Yao tied the scarf and walked up a few steps, Fu Zhong let go of Xu Yingzhao's hand, walked down to meet him, and stretched out his arms to hug him.Ji Yao probably didn't expect that Fu Zhong would hug him, so he was stunned for a while before wrapping his arms around his back.Fu Zhong is three years younger than Ji Yao, a head shorter, and looks well-proportioned. When Ji Yao hugged him, he felt that he was protecting a baby.

Seeing this, Xu Yingzhao wanted to pull the two away, but Fu Zhong tilted his head and kissed Ji Yao lightly on the cheek.This kiss silenced the three parents. As soon as Xu Yingzhao took Fu Zhong's arm, he heard him say in Ji Yao's ear: "Brother, mom said this is a meeting ceremony."?

Hearing this, Ji Yao smiled softly, tightened his arms, and pressed Fuzhong's warm cheek, but did not kiss him.Fu Zhong got the answer, and he laughed, but Ji Yao was a little more shy than him, after all, he still had the soft warmth from Fu Zhong's lips on his cheeks. ?

"Zhixin is very similar to you." Ji Songlin said to Fu Yangxia, he was standing on the porch with the wind and snow blocking him, "It's really similar."

After Fu Zhong and Ji Yao separated, Xu Yingzhao took Fu Zhong's hand, bent down to shake hands with Ji Yao, and asked, "Have they met before?"

Fu Yangxia glanced at Ji Songlin, nodded his toes, and said, "I met you once two years ago."?

Xu Yingzhao hummed lightly, stood up straight, and raised her hands to gather her curly hair behind her ears.Fu Yangxia put on a windbreaker for her to keep out the cold, then looked back into Ji Songlin's eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "Come in, it's cold outside."

Fu Zhong sat next to Ji Yao at the dining table, and Ji Yao held Fu Zhong's hand under the table, gave him corn and pork ribs, poured hot cream on the egg skin and put it on another plate. ?There was golden thick soup simmering in the pot. Fu Zhong said he wanted it, so Ji Yao went to serve it for him.

Fu Zhong grew taller later, but he grew slowly when he was a child, and was always a bit smaller than children of the same age, not to mention Ji Yao was three years older than him.He regards Ji Yao as his elder brother, who is good-looking, temperamental, and gentle.

After dinner, the house is still deserted, only the fireworks outside can make the night of the first lunar month come alive? But the excitement is from other people's homes.Fu Yangxia and Ji Songlin talked for a while, but also softly, they sat under the glass wall of the living room, Fu Yangxia was lighting a cigar in his hand.Looking through the glass window, you can see the corridor in the garden, where Fu Zhong and Ji Yao are sitting side by side on the railing.

The nanny said that it was cold in the garden, so she asked the children to go to the roof of the villa to watch the snow. There was a viewing balcony, the floor was covered with a whole piece of white fur, and there were tapestries scattered here and there.There is a grand piano in the northeast corner, where Fu Zhong learns from the teacher.There are so few people here that even Xu Yingzhao doesn't often come to visit.

"Do you know why the sky is always dark?" Ji Yao asked. He was wearing a thin sweater, and he took off his coat and sat on the soft chair beside him. ' something hanging in the sky."

Fu Zhong opened his eyes wide and looked at the flying snow outside, then turned his head and said to Ji Yao: "My father said that it was dark because there was a black hole in the sky that sucked all the light away."?

"My dad said the same thing." Ji Yao wiped off the layer of moisture on the window, "He also said that the place where he works can eliminate these black holes, and then we can see the sun rise. I'll give you Look at something."

Ji Yao unbuttoned the collar, took out a necklace from the collar, and said, "This is given to me by my father. He said that there is a small black hole in it, which can hide many things."

? "What can be hidden?"

Fu Zhong leaned forward to look, stretched out his hand to fiddle with the pendant, and blinked his eyes.Ji Yao put the necklace back and said, "I don't know, but my father told me to wear it all the time, saying that it will be useful in the future."?

Fu Zhong stretched his legs and sat on the fur carpet, and Ji Yao sat cross-legged opposite him, with a few books and small wooden boards for building houses spread out in front of him.The curtains of the balcony are half-hidden, and against the background of leaden gray, the golden lights of the windows are exposed like a scene in a painting.Heavy snow fell all over the place, in the courtyard, by the pond, and in the years when the two children hadn't opened up to the wilderness.

Xu Yingzhao found two children on the balcony on the top of the building. She carried her skirt and walked over and sat down beside the children with her legs crossed. Ji Yao greeted her politely.Fu Zhong raised his head and asked his mother, "Where's Dad?"

"He went out with Uncle Ji after dinner, and they went to the temple to pray for blessings."?

Xu Yingzhao spoke lightly, leaning on the soft chair, and carefully folded the coat that Ji Yao took off neatly.In Ji Yao's memory, Xu Yingzhao was sitting quietly on the side that night, her pleated skirt fell by her feet, and her face was a little blurred under the light.

Fu Yangxia didn't come back until midnight? At that time, Fu Zhong had already taken a shower and went to bed. Xu Yingzhao led Ji Yao downstairs after Fu Zhong fell asleep. Ji Yao was holding a teddy bear made of flannel in his arms.Xu Yingzhao shook off his coat and put it on for him, smoothing out the wrinkles meticulously and gently as if she were her own son.The garden gate opened, the headlights of the car turned in, and it stopped in front of the porch, the wind and snow became lighter.

"Yaoyao, it's time to go." Ji Songlin stood in front of the hall and took Ji Yao over. He was wrapped with sandalwood from the ancient temple.

Fu Yangxia took off his gloves and said, "Don't you want to stay overnight? It's already midnight. Yaoyao can sleep with Fu Zhong, there are many guest rooms at home."?

Ji Songlin smiled slightly: "No, it's time to go, let's talk about it next time. Yaoyao, goodbye to uncle and aunt. Have you said goodbye to brother?"?

"I said it, but my brother is already asleep."

"Where did this teddy bear come from?"

"My brother gave it to me."

Fu Yangxia sent Ji Songlin and his son away, all the way to the gate of the garden, stood in the snow and waited for a while, then put on his clothes and turned back.Xu Yingzhao didn't speak, turned and went upstairs, and the lights in the villa went out one by one.

Before going to bed, Fu Yangxia went to visit Fu Zhong. He sat by the bed and stroked Fu Zhong's hair. He glanced at a box of Jamaican chocolates on the bedside table and asked softly, "Where did you get the chocolate?"

"Ji Yao gave it to Zhongxin." Xu Yingzhao said while holding the door frame, "They exchanged gifts, and that teddy bear is Zhongzhong's favorite."

Fu Yangxia didn't speak.He lowered his head and kissed Fu Zhong's forehead, got up and left the room, Xu Yingzhao looked at his son's quiet face, and closed the door lightly. ?

"Where have you been? You have been out for so long, the temple has already closed."?

Fu Yangxia rubbed his waist and back, his back was injured, and it hurts in winter.He took off the pajamas from the closet, put them on his hands and said, "I went to some other places, far away. So I was delayed."

Xu Yingzhao threw the clothes in his hand on the low stool at the end of the bed: "You are always so ambiguous. I have been married to you for so many years and I don't know what you do outside every day. Are you unwilling to tell the truth even where you went?" ?

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong." Fu Yangxia hugged Xu Yingzhao from behind, saw the snow flying outside the window, lowered his head and kissed her hair, "I went with him to the place I have been to before, around Walking around the reservoir, the mountains are covered with snow and the water is frozen."

"real?"?

"real."?

Xu Yingzhao didn't ask any more questions.

Fu Yangxia went to wash up, the wall lamp was lit in the bathroom, and the sound of dripping water was like the echo of watering flowers.He washed his body under the running water, and there were many scars on his body, all of which were left after joining the army.The steaming mist submerged him, his strong and beautiful back was opened, and the lines were gathered at the waist.The spine groove is connected to the buttocks, and at the place where the waist and hips meet, a smiling fox is tattooed with the most delicate techniques.

He leaned on the wall, lowered his head to let the water wash down? Frowning, the water flowed past his cheeks.He propped his hands back over the fox tattoo, closed his eyes, and frowned almost imperceptibly.

Xu Yingzhao was lying on the bed with her back facing Fu Yangxia, the quilt was propped up in a gentle arc, her hair was loose, and the light gently covered her body.The light was turned off, and the room was plunged into darkness. There was a slight movement behind him. Fu Yangxia lay down and put his arms around Xu Yingzhao.

The two of them lay on their sides in this position, Xu Yingzhao rested her head on the pillow, she was still asleep.After smelling the fragrance of Fu Yangxia's body for a while, Xu Yingzhao suddenly said softly: "Ji Yao is a good boy, right?"?

"Huh." Fu Yangxia replied, he looked at the faint halo on the curtain, and the smell of Xu Yingzhao's perfume lingered on the tip of his nose, "He is a good boy."

"Compared to his father?"

Fu Yangxia remained silent.

Xu Yingzhao laughed to herself, moved her head, and pressed against Fu Yangxia's chest: "It's really hard to compare. Will Ji's family come back in the future?"?

"What do you want?"

"I hope their family never comes."?

"Zhizhen likes Ji Yao very much." Fu Yangxia said.

"Children know what they like and don't like. People who meet once will forget in a few days, and he will soon forget Ji Yao."?

Fu Yangxia straightened his wife's hair and remained silent.Xu Yingzhao turned her head and saw Fu Yangxia's face in the dark. That face was handsome and tough, and she was once a stunningly handsome man. ?

Xu Yingzhao asked another question: "How long did you have a relationship before you got married?"?

"15 years." Fu Yangxia replied.

"That was a really long time."

Fu Yangxia pursed his lips and smiled, he hugged Xu Yingzhao and kissed her lips, saying: "It's all in the past, don't bring up the old things again."

On the way home, the car raced through the snow.Ji Yao fell asleep leaning against his father, and Ji Songlin saw that Ji Yao still held the teddy bear in his arms even when he fell asleep.He pulled off his camel hair trench coat to wrap around Ji Yao's body, wrapping him in his arms.Outside the window, the mountains are covered with snow, and the railings of the viaduct connect the darkness at both ends.

After getting off the highway, Ji Songlin asked the driver to change to another road.They drove to the suburbs, rolled over the snow, and then came to the outside of the newly built Binjiang Park. There was a reservoir across a bend in the river. There were lights on the embankment, reflected in the river water, cold like a string of pearls.

The driver slowed down and drove along the deserted Binjiang Highway, leaving four ruts.Ji Songlin let the car park on the sandstone dam beside the river bend, facing the barrier-like mountains on the opposite bank.As soon as the car stopped, Ji Yao woke up from Ji Songlin's windbreaker, rubbed his eyes, and said, "I'm so sleepy, Dad. Are we home yet?"

"If you don't get home, Dad will take you to the reservoir for a walk."

"But it's very late."

"It's okay, you can sleep all day tomorrow."

The wind has stopped, and the snow is still falling.Ji Songlin put a hat on Ji Yao, then wrapped half of his face with a scarf, and tied a beautiful knot at the back.Ji Songlin was always able to take good care of Ji Yao, even he himself was meticulous.

The lights on the embankment of the reservoir are on, the gates are closed, the watchtower and railing stand alone on a high place, and a bean of light shines through the lampshade.The too bright white light poured on the unfrozen water, illuminating it so brightly that the submerged stone slabs and dead trees along the shore were clearly visible.

Ji Songlin led Ji Yao up the stairs of the embankment, Ji Yao hugged the teddy bear and asked, "Why did Dad come here?"

"I've been here before, and I just happened to be in Beijing this year, so I want to come again. I just came here with Fu Zhong's father before, when the reservoir was just built." Ji Songlin said, he went up to the height of the embankment, The leather shoes stepped on the snow, "Then we said goodbye here. I took the train to Jiagedaqi and met your mother on the train. It was also winter, and it was snowing like today."

"I knew I should come here with him today." Ji Songlin said, and he let out a breath after speaking.Ji Yao took his hand and didn't speak.

Ji Songlin hugged Ji Yao and stood on the wall, supported him, pointed to the north, and said, "That's our hometown, and that's where we came from."

Heavy snow covered the mountains, and Ji Yao didn't feel much about his hometown at that time.The high mountains and deep streams, the new fermented grains of green ants, and the barking of the chaimen dog are all things that came later.

Suddenly, fireworks burst up between the two mountains. Standing on the high platform, you can just see the shadow of the fireworks reflected in the river, so the sky and the earth have become a peach blossom garden in the world.Ji Songlin checked the time, it was already midnight, and there were still people setting off fireworks at this time.The lights of the city are exposed behind the mountain. From a distance, it seems that the stars are hiding here to rest.

Ji Yao raised the teddy bear in his hand, placed it next to the exploding fireworks, and shook the little bear's body. At this time, his eyes were also brightly lit by the fireworks: "Shall we come to Beijing again in the future?"

"Do you still want to come?"

"Think about it, only when you come to Beijing can you play with brother Fu Zhong."

"Do you like him very much?"

"He's very good, Dad." Ji Yao draped Ji Songlin's neck, looking at the teddy bear in his hand, "So will we come here again in the future?"

? Ji Songlin copied his pockets and stood on the embankment to watch the fireworks until they went out.After the winter night became deserted again, he carried Ji Yao off the wall and led him down the stone stairs: "Maybe we will come again next year."

But many years have passed, and Ji Yao has not seen Fu Zhong.After that day, until Fu Zhong went to college, they never saw each other again. ?As age grows, the years open up like wilderness, Ji Yao has forgotten those longings, and the name Fu Zhong is also covered with dust.