Yunyun

The sudden sound of car sirens in the residential area suddenly broke the silence of the night.Aunt Bao woke up from her sleep, got up habitually and wanted to see Fanfan, only when she walked out of the bedroom did she realize that Fanfan had already gone to the winter camp.When he was in a daze and wanted to turn back, he saw a motionless figure stretched out on the floor by the hazy light outside the house.

The wide and thick curtains covering the floor-to-ceiling windows were opened a crack, and Ji Yibei stood in front of the window, leaned slightly because of his foot injury, and stared quietly out of the window.

The night was empty, and the masonry wall blocked the line of sight. At a glance, there was nothing else in the garden except the thick fog that lingered in the cold night.

"Yibei?" Aunt Bao looked at her watch, it was past three o'clock, and Ji Yibei had to work overtime again.

"Ah, Aunt Bao, why are you awake?" Ji Yibei turned around in response, his dazed eyes came back to his senses, subconsciously stretched out his hands to brush the hair that had slipped from his ears, and changed into his usual gentle look.

"I said to see if Fanfan kicked the quilt. Thinking about it, I forgot to play Fanfan." Aunt Bao muttered, and then looked into Fanfan's room. The little guy was happily led by her sister Qiao Yi during the day. When I left, I didn't forget to hug the plush rabbit on the bed together.

"Ah."

"Working overtime again?" Seeing that Ji Yibei didn't respond, Aunt Bao paused and asked.In the end, I felt that this question was a little redundant. After all, in the past two months, I could see Ji Yibei busy in the study almost every time I got up at night, which seemed to have become the norm.

"Oh, no, not tonight."

"Uh...then..."

"It's okay. It's just that Fanfan is not at home, and I'm not used to it."

Qiao also took half of the screen out of the phone from his pocket, and looked down at the new news on it.

"What are you still doing in a daze, leaving your mother to work alone?" Old Qiao's loud voice suddenly rang out, interrupting the conversation of the guests who were greeting each other.

Qiao Yi raised his head. Father Qiao was sitting on the other side of the coffee table, with a gloomy face, and his straight figure was facing the window, drawing a clear boundary between light and dark in the living room where the afternoon sun was shining.

On the contrary, the visitor was flustered, a little embarrassed, and hurriedly smoothed things over, "Hey, Old Qiao, you're welcome. Look, we've been friends for so many years! Children... Xiao Yi is all us Seeing that he grew up, he is no different from his own children, so there is no need to be so..." Then he turned his head to comfort Qiao Yilai, "Hey, Xiaoyi, it's okay... let's not..."

And Qiao also got up, and went straight into the kitchen through Dad Qiao's eyes with a blank expression.

The wall clock on the wall made a "click", and the hour and minute hands overlapped, and another hour passed.

"Oh, but when I was a child, Xiao He was better. At that time, Xiao Yi ran after Xiao He~" The woman turned her head towards Qiao Yi, her eyes half-closed, and there was a gratifying smile in the corners of her eyes , as if seeing the picture described in the memory, "Hey, Xiao Yi remembers it?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, auntie, I can't remember clearly." Qiao Yi leaned on the sofa with her arms folded, with a symbolic regretful expression on her face.

"Ah, that's really a pity. Our Xiaohe was still nagging me two days ago." The woman pursed her lips, shook her head, grabbed her son's hand, and stretched out the other hand Going to Rajoyi, trying to connect the two young people who seem a bit shy to her through the bridge she built.When Qiao Yi was about to catch herself with her other hand, she stood up quickly and nodded to the guest. "I'm going to the bathroom."

"You go to the bathroom, what are you doing with your cell phone?" Old Qiao's voice sounded again, the speech habits he had formed for many years in politics, his enunciation was exceptionally clear and majestic.

Qiao also heard the sound, paused for half a step, turned his head and looked at his father, pinched the mobile phone with three fingers and turned it provocatively in his hand, a careless arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth, and his waist disappeared in a flash In the corner of the living room.

Qiao also sat on the granite countertop in the bathroom, scrolled through the unread WeChat messages one by one on the phone, burst out laughing, and typed to reply, "So today you are practicing reciting the name of the scenic spot?"

"What?" Yuan Chaonan's message was replied very quickly, popping up almost at the same time as Qiao Yi pressed send.

"You have more than [-] entries, all of which are the names of scenic spots. Who wants to read this?"

"Ah...then what do you want to see?"

"You." Qiao also clicked send, and smiled as he watched "The other party is typing..." at the top of the dialog box appearing and disappearing, appearing, and disappearing again, but no message was sent on the screen, so he simply sat on the table. He climbed up, leaned against the wall and dangled his legs, showing 12 points of patience.

Tsk, let's see how long you struggle.

After a while, the phone vibrated again. Qiao Yi picked up the phone and clicked on the newly sent selfie. After zooming in and looking at it for a while, he typed the first message to reply: "Well, the picture is blurred. The model may be nervous. , and the smile is a little stiff."

"Hello!!" The reply came quickly. Teacher Yuan, who took more than a dozen photos before plucking up the courage to choose and send the work, was aggrieved, "You asked me to post it!"

"Qiao Yi, your father called you." Qiao Yi's mother's voice came through the door.

"Oh, here we come." Qiao Yi jumped off the sink and looked at the photo again.

"But the flaws don't hide the beauty. My girlfriend is just beautiful. Ha." A voice, the last particle, was as gentle as a whisper.

"Well."

"Call me in five minutes."

"What's the matter with you in there?" Dad Qiao glanced at the screen of the phone that had just been darkened in Qiao Yi's hand, and raised his gaze from bottom to top, the displeasure contained in it was obvious.

"This is private, are you sure you want me to tell you in front of the guests?" Qiao Yi's brows furrowed and then quickly relaxed. He shrugged, stopped and looked back into Old Qiao's eyes.

"you!"

"Hey, hey, don't be angry, don't be angry!" Qiao's mother hurriedly stepped forward to stand between the two of them. She knew Old Qiao's temper very well, and she couldn't tolerate any provocative authority. Qiao was also a stubborn person who refused to give in. Temper, it's really unseemly to quarrel in front of the guests.Qiao's mother winked at Old Qiao, and pulled Qiao Yi back hard, "Hey, hey, so, you can take Xiao He to the park opposite, I think the weather is not bad, you two, you two Let's talk more."

"Mom, I can't go." Qiao Yi shook his head sadly, turned around and sat on the sofa, and when he looked up again, he looked at Old Qiao who was facing him with a tense face, "Didn't my dad want to ask?" ? Menstrual period, uncomfortable."

"Qiao Yi!" Seeing Qiao Yi's unwillingness to give in, Qiao's mother became anxious, and squeezed Qiao Yi's hand vigorously, "Well, just now, your aunt praised you for your versatility, otherwise you will play a song. piano."

"Hey, that's right! Xiaoyi is so good at playing the piano. I told Xiaohe at that time to learn more from Xiaoyi, but this kid just doesn't like learning. Look..." Mother Qiao smoothed things over , the guest's family of three quickly followed suit.

"Uh...Come on, Mom, I haven't touched the piano for a long time."

"Go, play a piece of music for everyone." Qiao's father's commanding voice came again, stopping everyone's chattering in an instant.

All eyes were on Qiao Yi.

And Qiao Yi was still sitting on the sofa, looking straight into his father's eyes.

"Can't you hear me? Go play a tune."

Qiao also glanced at the wall clock, a half-smile flashed across his face, and when he lowered his head again, the phone rang.

The sun has changed its position, and the light in the house is much darker.

Qiao also connected the phone while Old Qiao slowly tightened his pupils.

"Hey, um, um, ok, ok."

"Hey, I'm sorry, Uncle He, Auntie, just now my colleague called and I have to go to the bank." Qiao Yi shook his phone and stood up.

"Aren't you uncomfortable?" Old Qiao asked.

"Then, work always comes first, right?" Qiao Yi replied with a smile, and looked at the guests sitting beside him as if asking questions.

"What can the bank do to let you go back to work overtime at four in the afternoon?"

"Then I have to go to find out."

"You play the piano before you go." Old Qiao paused every word, his tone was stern, and he could not tolerate the slightest rebuttal. His fingers on the sofa were tightly locked on the wooden armrests, and the sunlight that could not be moved away was on his arms. A smear remains, revealing the blue veins protruding from the arms.

"Ah...? Not good... I'm in a hurry..."

"Play the piano before leaving." Qiao Yi's words were interrupted, and Lao Qiao sat firmly on the sofa with a cold tone and a livid face.

Mother Qiao clasped her hands together subconsciously. In the stagnant air, even the floating dust in the light seemed to have stopped dancing. All emotions were tense, and there was no room for her to mediate.

Qiao Yi stared intently at Old Qiao's eyes for a long time, then suddenly sneered.

"it is good."