Nongben is passionate

This is the best era, success and fame, material desires, the most beautiful art, the most beautiful beauties, the most extravagant extravagant spending are all in the forest of high-rise buildings and flashing neon lights, human desires swell to almost barbarism, and the air is soaked Lustful and luxurious like the gold powder of the Six Dynasties.This is the worst era again, with moral corruption, abnormal human relations, sudden wealth and family bankruptcy, and evil breeds every day in places where the sun doesn't shine.

The demise of the Li family was just one of the daily dramas, and for a period of time, it became the talk of others after dinner. After a long time, it was forgotten, but people still remembered Xie Xuan, and remembered that face. A pale, dark-eyed young man with calm but unfathomable eyes.Compared with the "young entrepreneurs" with a beer belly, Xie Xuan is too young and looks too "good"-it's strange to say that Xie Xuan was beautiful when he was young, but his face tends to be ordinary as he grows up. However, as the years go by, The once plain face was like a jade polished by time, gradually showing a deep charm, the lines on his face became clearer, his gestures were restrained and indifferent, calm and elegant, coupled with witty and sharp eloquence. There is a charm of light and shadow retrospect, like the nobles in French classical novels.

It was an exclusive interview with a business magazine. The interview was coming to an end. An experienced reporter asked: "Mr. Xie, you see that you come from a wealthy family and have a good appearance. You have achieved such a great achievement at such a young age. What most people pursue has reached the ultimate level. Towards perfection, is there anything else you can regret?"

Xie Xuan's gaze became far away for a moment, but before anyone could explore the secrets inside, he had recovered his composure, "There is no such thing as a perfect life, and the charm of life lies in the shortcomings. He drives people to constantly improve themselves. , to seize the moment.”

"So Mr. Xie's current shortcoming is that he doesn't have an ideal partner?" The reporter asked slyly.

Xie Xuan twitched the corner of his mouth, and a smile that could not be regarded as a smile was fleeting, "I am lucky to have it, but I have lost my life."

After the interview, Xie Xuan didn’t leave the coffee shop right away until He Lin came down to look for him, and saw him frowning, with his right thumb and middle finger pinching both temples, with unbearable pain on his face, knowing that he had another headache, Recently, the frequency of his headaches has become more and more frequent——

"Third Young Master, do you want me to get the medicine?" He Lin asked cautiously.

Xie Xuan nodded without looking up.

He Lin immediately turned around and went upstairs, took the painkiller Xie Xuan had been taking, and saw that Xie Xuan had taken it and gradually relieved his symptoms, before he asked worriedly, "Third Young Master, do you want to go to the hospital for an examination?"

Xie Xuan shook her head, "It's okay. What did 'Yifeng' say?"

Speaking of business, He Lin immediately corrected the expression on his face, and explained the situation to Xie Xuan one by one.

Xie Xuan has a new habit. He likes to go to Xie Mingyu's apartment with nothing. Usually after leaving the company, he sometimes stands in front of the French windows watching the sunset melt gold, sometimes lies on the bare mattress and smokes. Sometimes he will unconsciously open the drawers that he has checked countless times, look at those oil paintings, sometimes walk from one room to another, just walk around in the empty room, listening to the sound of his footsteps hitting the wall Then he reflected back, imagining what Xie Mingyu would do and think when he was here alone.The time he stayed there varied from time to time. Sometimes he only stayed for half an hour before going back, sometimes it was two or three hours, and a few times, he fell asleep on the bed and woke up in the middle of the night. I just sat on the bed and smoked one cigarette after another, watching the sky light up bit by bit, and the clarity replaced the chaos.

He felt that his behavior was abnormal. Paranoid people like voyeurs and stalkers had to cover up and not reveal it to anyone. Every time he left that apartment, Xie Xuan would tell himself that this was the last time.He knew that he had to go back to the normal track, a normal life without Xie Mingyu——

But next time, he will still open the door of this apartment—maybe this is the place where Xie Mingyu stayed the longest in the last period, he subconsciously wants to find out the reason for Xie Mingyu to leave, and give him a last resort——

It was there that he was lying on the bed in a kind of half-asleep and half-awake when he received a call from Zhou Tang, saying that the old lady was dying——

The old lady has been in a bad mood recently, and she doesn't eat much. She just sits in a chair all day long, unwilling to move, her eyes are blank as if she is thinking about something.When I woke up one day, I suddenly woke up, as if I had a long sleep a few days ago, and now I woke up as the capable and elegant old lady from before. She slowly tidied up the room, folded the clothes, and changed into a clean cloth by herself. The gown, the hair bun neatly and meticulously, a pair of gold earrings on the ears, an emerald bracelet on the hand, a jade ring and a gold ring on the finger, and then sat on the porch as if waiting What, until dusk, she told Aunt Zheng that she would go to sleep for a while, and then she never woke up——

When the doctor came, he just shook his head and asked them to prepare for the funeral.Xie Xuan's parents came, Xie Ya's family came, Xie Xuan's uncle's family came, Feng Kailuo also came, everyone was present, the old house that had been silent for a long time became lively, everyone gathered around the window Before, I took turns talking to the old lady. Everyone knew that the old lady’s day had come—there was a saying in the countryside, 73, 84, the king of hell didn’t invite me to go, I could pass 73, and I was sad at 84—the old lady just happened this year 84. Her life has been full of ups and downs, riches and honors, poverty and hard work. Her husband and wife are harmonious. Although she has no son, her two daughters are filial to her. She has grandchildren and granddaughters, and now she has a great-grandson. Prosperous, I didn’t cause any trouble to my daughter when I was old, and I didn’t suffer from any illnesses. It’s enough to live to this age—so, although relatives are sad, they also feel that the old man came innocently, and now it’s good to go away with peace of mind. ——

Everyone took turns talking to the old man so she knew they were all there and all right—

"Mom, this is Tiaotiao, where is your great-grandson—tiaotiao, called Mrs.—"

Little Ye Tiaotiao was hugged by his mother, felt the solemn atmosphere, and was not noisy, so he called out very obediently, "Madam—"

Han Ruoying leaned over and said to the old man lying on the bed: "Mom, we are all here, don't worry—" She straightened up suddenly, looked around, and frowned, "Where's San'er?"

Xie Xuan was sitting on the high threshold at the gate of the yard. He still remembered how much surprise and delight he had been brought by the upturned eaves corners, exquisite wood-carved corbels, and exquisite stone windows when he first came to Zhoutang; Grabbing his wrist as hard as steel hooped him, the mother's high-heeled shoes echoed crisply on the flat bluestone slab; I remember grandma wearing a plain cheongsam, standing in the courtyard at dusk and turning her head to look at him solemnly, The shoulders seem to be covered with dust from thousands of years of trekking; I remember the tables in the yard, the heat of the food and the remaining heat of summer mixed with each other, the ground is sprinkled with cold well water, I remember the pain of my grandmother's stern ruler hitting my fingers, I remember She washed his feet with those rough but warm hands, rubbing the temperature of his feet, remembering that she played a sunflower fan for him and taught him to read poems-recited "The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty", Read "Yichuan Tobacco, the city is full of wind and wind, and the plums are yellow and rainy", read "The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, the long river falls into the sun"... She read a sentence, and he followed a sentence. It was in the evening. The melodious and graceful drama, while thinking about it, his thoughts ran away with the singing——

In fact, due to various factors, the two daughters were not raised by the old lady since they were young, so no one behaves like her. On the contrary, Xie Xuan was raised by the old lady herself. In a sense, he is more like her child .Xie Xuan knew that everyone was waiting for him, and the old lady was also waiting for him——

But Xie Xuan's heart seemed to be filled with lead. He thought, if grandma couldn't see his third son, wouldn't she leave? He knew the naivety of this idea, but he really couldn't accept the one who loved him the most in the world. The departure of the person, even if it is 1 minute, let that moment come later, wait, wait——

But Han Ruoying didn't give him this chance. With red eyes, she pulled Xie Xuan's arm angrily, "Why are you still here, come here quickly."

Her fingernails scratched Xie Xuan's arm, and Xie Xuan was pulled up by him, like the pale and weak child back then, who was pulled forward by him and came to the old lady's room, the room was full of people, but he couldn't see Clearing anyone's face, they all seemed to become symbols, and he was pulled to the bed like a marionette——

Han Ruoying said affectionately: "Mom, San'er is here, your beloved San'er is here—" She pinched Xie Xuan's arm fiercely with her hand, "San'er, talk to your grandma—"

Xie Xuan called mechanically, "Grandma—"

The person on the bed was motionless, as if he was in a deep sleep. Han Ruoying pinched him again, and Xie Xuan called again, "Grandma—" He couldn't say anything, his head was blank, as if he couldn't figure out what was going on. Like a helpless child, under the guidance of adults, he can call people dryly.

The old man didn't wake up. At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the doctor officially announced the old man's death. For a while, there was a loud cry in the room. The two sisters Han Ruoying and Han Ruohua cried so much that they fell on the bed, out of breath, and almost passed out. , Feng Kailuo and Xie Ya also had tears on their faces, Ye Tiaotiao's children still couldn't understand the meaning of death, but seeing so many people crying, they were so frightened that they cried loudly, calling their mother and wife at the same time.

But to Xie Xuan, these seemed very far away, his soul seemed to have left his body, looking down on the grief of the crowd, his heart was empty, something was broken, he left, no matter what No matter how I stretch out my hand, I can't grasp it——