can i borrow your white paint

"Hello, passengers! The Gxx train from Beijing Southbound to Nanjing has started to check tickets. Passengers who take the Gxx train, please sort out your own..."

The announcement at the high-speed rail station sounded, and Cheng Yi raised his head from his mobile phone, and walked towards the No. [-] ticket gate with his bag on his back.

He didn't bring a suitcase, so he stayed for one night, and he could wear a makeshift set of clothes.

The phone that was not turned off still showed his chat history with Du Mao, and Du Mao sent over a dozen photos, mixed with a few videos, all of which were Cheng Moutong.

After Cheng Yi found his seat and sat down, he took a photo of him and sent it to him.

[Your father will always be your father]: I'm leaving right now.Thank you for taking care of the kids.

[Ermao]: Brother, the last thing you need to be polite to is me.

Cheng Yi laughed, the irritability of getting up early in the morning slowly dissipated, he didn't reply, closed his eyes and began to catch up on sleep.

The fare of the bus at six in the morning is cheaper. As a good family man, if you can save money, you still need to save money.

The train started slowly and drove out of the city.

Because they are all in Jiangsu, and they are not too far away, Cheng Yiding's alarm clock rang after a while.

He took off the headphones that kept ringing in his ears and turned off the alarm clock.

His mind was buzzing, and his neck was sore from the awkward sleeping position, but at least he had some energy, so he wouldn't die of sleepiness before arriving in Yangzhou.

The scenery outside the car window swished for a while, and finally slowed down. The moment "Yangzhou East Railway Station" was reported on the radio, he yawned.

There were quite a few people who got off at this stop, but only Cheng Yi carried a small bag on his back with nothing in his hands.

He walked out of the station with ease, stood at the signpost and clicked on his phone.

I didn't pay attention along the way, and now I found out that there are a lot of new messages, all asking whether he has arrived or not.

His fingers paused, Cheng Yi found a bus stop, leaned on the billboard next to his chair, and replied one by one.

When he got back to Fang Hengzhi, he hesitated for a moment. Between "talking to people" and "talking to Fang Hengzhi", he still relented and chose the former.

[Your dad will always be your dad]: It's time to go.

Fang Hengzhi returned quickly.

[Old Fox]: Okay, three hundred kilometers away, one must be strong and take good care of oneself!

[Old Fox]: Brave and shining, not afraid of difficulties!

Cheng Yi: "..."

He turned off the phone with a blank expression, and set "Do Not Disturb Messages" for the contact "F".

Sure enough, for this guy, I really can't be soft-hearted!

It is already very hot in Yangzhou in June, and the air is filled with water vapor, which is a bit damp. It should have just rained.

Cheng Yi doesn't like the humid south very much, but the northern part of Jiangsu is relatively nourishing, comfortable, and neither wet nor dry is just right.

The bus in the distance was driving towards him with its horn blaring, and he scanned the QR code to get on the bus with a bag on his back and a mask and hat on.

Born in the 21st century, among other things, travel is really convenient, he thought to himself, a payment code can travel the world.

The last row was still empty, so Cheng Yi walked over and sat by the window.

The bus wobbled away.

The bus here in Yangzhou is gentler than the city he is in. The driver is not so hot-tempered, and the bus drives steadily. Apart from being slower, there are no shortcomings.

The scenery outside the window kept changing. After more than an hour, Cheng Yi got out of the car with his bag on his back.

This is not the urban area of ​​Yangzhou, there are few people, but fortunately, there are mountains and water, and the scenery is not bad.

He looked around and sighed.

It's the same here as it was during the Chinese New Year. It hasn't changed much in the past few months, which is very good.

He took out his mobile phone to take a photo and sent it to Du Mao and Lai Xiao.

[Your father will always be your father]: Is it beautiful?

The two didn't know what they were doing and didn't reply.

Cheng Yi gave a "tsk", looked around the friends in the address book, hesitated for a while, and clicked on the person whose messages he set to do not disturb.

Fang Heng knew that he had selectively ignored the other messages posted above, so he clicked twice and sent the photo he just took.

[Your father will always be your father]: Is it beautiful?

Fang Hengzhi probably lives in his mobile phone, and always answers almost instantly.

[old fox]: /pictures/

[Old Fox]: Is this one?

The picture is one side of the sketchbook that Cheng Yi gave Fang Hengzhi, and the painting on it is indeed the scenery here.

Cheng Yi looked at the picture and subconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth.

He poked a word on the phone with one hand.

[Your dad will always be your dad]: Well.

The phone vibrated with a "buzz".

[Fang Hengzhi]: Beautiful.

I don't know whether I'm talking about scenery or painting.

He suddenly felt better.

The phone was turned off and thrown into the backpack, and Cheng Yi walked towards the stone path paved on the grass on the wet ground.

This stone path is the shortcut to the only sanatorium here.

He walked for a while, and soon saw the gate of the nursing home.

This gate is very ordinary, with two big red wooden doors, the overall style is very similar to the tone of Yangzhou. Those who don't know it may think that this is an inn.

Cheng Yi stepped forward and knocked on the door, and soon a short girl opened the door for him.

When the little girl saw him, she greeted him very familiarly: "Brother Yi, long time no see."

"Yeah." Cheng Yi smiled at him, "I haven't seen you for a few months, but Xiao Yu is still so pretty."

The girl named Xiaoyu immediately blushed, smiled and turned around to call out: "Mother Yao, Brother Yi is here!"

A woman in an apron hurried out upon hearing the sound of footsteps, and narrowed her eyes when she saw the person standing at the door: "Xiao Yi, come in, come in!"

"Mother Yao." Cheng Yi walked in and gave her a hug, "I came in a hurry this time, so I didn't bring you anything."

Yao Ma has taken over this nursing home for some years, and she worked in an orphanage before.

Xiaoyu is the child she brought out from the orphanage.

After he came in, he realized that there were already a lot of people sitting in the compound at this point, all of them were elderly people, and when they saw him coming, they immediately turned their eyes on him.

Sizing up, exploring, and envious... It makes people feel a little sad.

Yao Ma patted her on the back and said angrily, "What are you bringing? It's not like my mother and I can't eat anymore!"

Cheng Yi smiled and said, "Yes, yes, Yao's mother is such a good cook, how can she not be able to eat?"

Yao Ma patted him with a smile, and then her eyes drifted to the room behind him: "Are you here to see grandpa? Let's go, in that room, I have already woken up now, and I am probably studying that chess."

"My grandfather..." Cheng Yi looked at the door behind him, but didn't move his feet immediately, "How are you doing?"

Yao Ma sighed: "It's still the same."

Cheng Yi lowered his eyelids, said "um", turned around and walked towards the gate.

The wooden door was pushed open with a "squeak", and the old man sitting in front of the chessboard paused slightly, then slowly turned around and stared at Cheng Yi.

The old man was very thin and dark, and his face was already covered with age spots, as if his skeleton was covered with a layer of withered old tree bark.

Those eyes also seemed to be covered with a layer of haze, as if no light had been shining in for a long time.

Cheng Yi also looked at him, and suddenly smiled bitterly: "Master..."

Before he finished the second word, the old man turned his head and stopped looking at him.

Cheng Yi didn't say anything more, but slowly closed the door again after entering without making any sound.

He walked over, sat on the other side of the old man's chessboard, and said softly, "Shall I accompany you to the next game?"

The old man ignored him and continued to play chess on his own.

It's just that he is probably a stinky chess basket, after watching it for a long time, he doesn't know how to make the next move.

In fact, Cheng Yi is not good at chess, but at least he is better than the old man, so he pushed a "cannon" out with his index finger: "Grandpa, let's go."

"Crack!" The old man slapped his hand pushing the chess.

Cheng Yi was not angry, but silently withdrew his hand.

The old man glared at him angrily, and finally said, "Who are you? Why do you interrupt my chess game?!"

The voice was hoarse and dry, and it sounded like a lack of water.

Hearing this, Cheng Yi sighed, took the water glass on the bedside table and poured him a glass of water: "Grandpa, I am your grandson, Cheng Yi."

The old man seemed to have a memory of this name. After hearing it, he suddenly became confused for a while. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head disappointedly: "You are not my grandson. My grandson's name is Xiao Yi. He is not here, so I don't know you."

"..." Cheng Yi closed his eyes, and opened them again after the soreness in his eyes passed.

He handed over the water glass: "Grandpa, Xiao Yi is back, please drink first."

Grandpa Cheng stared at him stubbornly, as if considering the credibility of his words.

In the end, I didn't know what to think of, so I took the water and drank it.

Cheng Yi took the water glass he finished drinking and put it back on the bedside table, then skillfully took out a nail clipper from his bag, and stretched out his hand to the old man: "Grandpa, give me your hand, I'll cut your nails .”

"I don't want it." The old man shook his head, "I want Xiaoyi to cut it for me."

"I'm Xiaoyi, grandpa." Cheng Yi didn't have the slightest bit of impatience, but said in a gentle and kind voice, "Grandpa, do you think I look like you?"

Hearing this, the old man looked him up and down, then shook his head, stretched out his hand and gestured on his waist: "You are not Xiao Yi, my Xiao Yi is only this big."

"That's right, Xiao Yi was so big eight years ago." Cheng Yi smiled and grabbed his hand, and this time the old man didn't refuse again, "But now Xiao Yi has grown up."

The old man didn't talk to him anymore, he just looked down at him cutting his nails.

Although there are nail clippers here, Yu Ma and Xiao Yu will take care of his grandfather, but Cheng Yi still likes to use things related to his life to take care of him.

After cutting the nails, the old man stared at his fingers and did not move.

Cheng Yi poured him another glass of water and put it beside him. He also peeled an apple and cut it into pieces and put it in the fruit bowl. Seeing that the old man still didn't move, he sighed and went out.

Yao Ma was cleaning in the yard, when she saw him coming out, she hurried up and asked, "How is it? Do you still remember you?"

"I don't remember." Cheng Yi shook his head, "But I remember Xiao Yi."

Yao Ma smiled and said, "Your grandpa can still read you well."

Mama Yao's soft accent, which is exclusive to southerners, did not comfort Cheng Yi, he forced a smile: "Mama Yu, I'll go to the Rain Watching Terrace for a walk."

Yao Ma nodded: "Be careful."

"Ah."

The Rain Watching Terrace is the tallest place in this nursing home. It is about five stories high in an ordinary residential building, and the elderly living here are generally not allowed to approach it.

Many of the elderly here are unable to take care of themselves. If one accidentally falls and touches it, it will be bad.

Cheng Yi sat here very clean.

He looked down through the well-wiped window and could just see his grandpa's room.

The old man was staring at the plate of apples at the moment. He stretched out his hand and then retracted it. He went back and forth several times before he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

Cheng Yi tilted his head against the window and closed his eyes.

Alzheimer's disease, commonly known as senile dementia, has no cure or relief.

The old man has been ill for eight years.

Elderly people suffering from this disease are unable to take care of themselves for a lot of their lives, but Grandpa Cheng is not bad.

In fact, Cheng Yi didn't need to worry so much, but not long ago, Ji Zhi fired the nurse hired here, and Yao Ma and Xiao Yu couldn't keep watching his grandfather, so he was worried.

But he has no money to hire a nurse. The elderly live here, and it costs more than 3000 a month, rent, living expenses, tuition fees...

The money saved by Cheng Yi's careful calculation is not enough to support a nurse's fee, not to mention...he will formally study art soon, and the tuition fee for art is not cheap.

A sense of powerlessness flooded his body, and he suddenly felt surrounded by something, exhausted and desperate.

In fact, a person like him should accept his fate in the first place, and make a fool of himself to make ends meet, but he does not give up, he is not reconciled.

Why?

Why is he only human, so he can only live like this for a lifetime?Frowning for a living, running around to live?

He also wants to live freely, he can travel, go out and sing a song, and he can steal time with his friends and lovers if he has nothing to do...

But how difficult it is, so difficult that he can hardly even think about it now.

Such fucking days haunt him every day, and he can't escape at all.

If he can be as ruthless as Ji Zhi and get rid of Cheng Moutong and his grandfather, then he can indeed live a little better, and he can look forward to the future.

But he couldn't do it. He was like his father since he was a child. Once the burden of these heavy burdens bent his back, once he carried it, he couldn't take it off.

Confusion and despair overwhelmed him all of a sudden, making his nose sore.

When he opened his eyes, tears fell heavily on his hands.

He took out his phone, but didn't know what to do.

Du Mao sent him a message about the picture, but Lai Xiao remained silent.

After a while, he clicked on the chat record with Fang Hengzhi.

[Your father will always be your father]: Teacher Fang.

Fang Hengzhi didn't reply in seconds this time.

Cheng Yi lowered his eyes.

In fact, he is very envious of Fang Hengzhi, who has a happy family, excellent grades, and...a future with infinite possibilities.

Such a person, he really can't afford it.

The phone twirled around at the fingertips and fell back into the palm of his hand. Cheng Yi got up and planned to leave here.

But as soon as he stood up, he felt a vibration in his palm.

It was Fang Hengzhi who got the news.

[Old Fox]: Student Cheng, where do you think I am?

Cheng Yi looked at it and answered him with a question mark.

After a while, Fang Hengzhi posted a photo of him in a taxi.

[Old Fox]: The ticket to Yangzhou was just booked 3 minutes ago, and it will be opened in half an hour.

[Old Fox]: Brother Yi, pick me up at the station in three hours.

[Old Fox]: /rose/

Cheng Yi: "..."

He let out a "fuck", and the emptiness in his heart was instantly dispelled by his anger.

Fang Hengzhi has this kind of ability, he can forget everything in the moment when he is so angry.

Live, big mallet.

He rubbed his face, and was so tired that he planned to go out to pick up someone.

It's just that the footsteps going downstairs are not brisk.