Interns are teased everyday

Jiang Yu felt the chill of late autumn when he got off the plane. Most of the people in Jianglin put on winter clothes and thin coats, and most of them were foreign tourists like him, or wanderers.

Jiang Yu was only five or six years old when he left this city, not at the age he can remember, so he didn't have much affection for the place where he was born.

The thing with the deepest memory is kindergarten after school. If grandma comes to pick her up from school, she can buy a bunch of sugar figurines on the corner of the street. The paintings are not too delicate, but it is a rare joy in a day.

However, Jiang Yu didn't have any intention of hurting the spring and autumn at the moment. Zhong Jiajing stopped breathing around nine o'clock last night, and now he has been sent to the funeral home, waiting for Jiang Yu to see his grandfather for the last time.

Jiang Yu took a taxi as soon as he got out of the airport, and when he arrived at the place, his grandmother and Zhong Mo were waiting. There was no sadness on the faces of the two of them, on the contrary, there was a touch of relief.

Jiang Yu stepped into the funeral parlor for the first time in 23 years. It was as cold and solemn as he had imagined.

"You're exhausted from the journey." The old lady came forward to take Jiang Yu's backpack, raised her chin somewhere, and said, "He's there, go and see him, if there is such a saying that there is a soul in the sky , he should also fulfill a wish."

Jiang Yu nodded, "Yes", and walked slowly towards where Zhong Jiajing was.

The mighty old man in his memory lay silently, with a peaceful and serene expression, as if he was just asleep.

Too many years have passed between the grandparent and grandson, so Jiang Yu only remembers how he was seriously ill in the hospital, but it is not much different from now.

There wasn't much deep affection in the first place, but after seeing Jiang Yu, he helped Zhong Jiajing put the white cloth on his body to the top of his head, and said his final farewell.

Because of several generations of single inheritance, Jiang Yu has no other cousins, nor any uncles and aunts. On the day of cremation, there were only their grandparents, father and son.

When leaving the funeral home, the old lady said: "Xiao Yu, go back to grandma's place to sleep today, the bed has been prepared for you."

Jiang Yu took his backpack from the old lady and said, "OK."

Zhong Mo, who was holding the urn, didn't say a word the whole time, and Jiang Yu just pretended not to be him, and walked in front with the old lady, chatting about what happened recently.

The Zhong family's old house had been stationed in Jianglin for a hundred years, and Jiang Yu was surprised that it seemed to be no different from what he remembered.

He lived in the same room as before. He thought he had forgotten it, but after entering the door, he was more familiar with it than anyone else.

On the old but not old bedside table is a photo of him and Jiang Wan when he was three years old. Both mother and son smiled brightly, as if life was still full of sunshine at that time.

The grandmother stood at the door of the room, with a kind smile on her face, and she said: "I keep the photos of you and your mother, from when I was a child until I learned how to write by heart, I took them out to see when I was free. If I don't pay attention, my precious grandson has grown up to this size."

Jiang Yu smiled: "I didn't take anything with me when I left. I haven't seen my childhood self for a long time."

The old lady flipped through the photos she had saved. The only thing that could reassure her over the years was that her dim eyes became blurred, and a cloudy tear fell on Jiang Yu's face in the photo, "There was nothing worthwhile before. You are nostalgic, you just need to cherish the present, grow up happily, and do what you like."

Jiang Yu's eyes were sore, he turned his head and whispered, "Got it."

……

A lot of people came to the funeral the next day, except for the few distant relatives of the Zhong family, the others were all students of Zhong Jiajing's life.

Jiang Yu wore the white clothes provided by the funeral home and entertained those who came to express condolences as family members.

What's interesting is that most of the relatives present were silent, but those outsiders showed sincere grief that Jiang Yu didn't expect.

After talking politely all morning, Jiang Yu's mouth was so dry that he was about to drink some water when someone stopped him on the way: "Jiang Yu?"

The speaker looked familiar, Jiang Yu was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Who are you?"

The man stretched out his hand and reported his family name: "Lin Xun."

Jiang Yu suddenly realized that this is the Professor Lin recommended by the head teacher.As a member of Zhong Jiajing's research institute, Professor Lin was stuck on a very important thesis by Zhong Jiajing. The purpose was to make him reject Jiang Yu's supervisor interview and drive Jiang Yu to a desperate situation.

Jiang Yu shook hands with the other party and respectfully said, "Hello, Professor Lin."

Lin was not looking for Jiang Yu to start a conversation, he went straight to the point and asked, "The exam is coming up in a few days. I heard from Shaobai that you plan to follow Jiang Ningchuan?"

"This is the only option at the moment." The implication is that, after all, you have rejected me in advance.

"To tell you the truth, I don't think this choice is a good one. Because of the email two months ago, most people in the industry and school teachers knew about the relationship between you and Jiang Ningchuan. If you insist on asking him to be your mentor, yes. For you, it will definitely not be a good thing."

Lin Xun glanced at Jiang Yu, and then said: "I did express my opinion through Shaobai at the beginning, but everything has changed now. If you come, I will definitely welcome you."

Jiang Yu understood what Lin Xun meant, and he politely expressed his thanks, saying that he would definitely consider it seriously.

No matter in terms of professionalism or human relationship, it is the best choice to target Lin Xun, but the other party is the one who rejected him after all, and the other party gave himself endless disappointment before meeting him.

The funeral is very simple. Put the urn into the cemetery, fill it with soil, mourners express their condolences, put down the flowers they brought, and then everyone bows together. The whole set of procedures is over.

Watching the people present leave one by one, Jiang Yu took one last look at the petals trembling in the wind, at the brand new tombstone, and left with everyone.

When a person is born, he always cries loudly to remind others that he has come, but when he leaves, he is silent. No matter how he was alive, after death, he is just a pile of mud, a handful of soil.

After the funeral, Jiang Yu was going back. When he came, he didn't bring much. He left the health care products he bought for his grandmother, and only a data cable and a few pieces of clothing were left inside.

With his bag on his back, Jiang Yu stopped his grandmother who was going out with him. He said helplessly, "Don't give it away. It's only half an hour from here to the high-speed rail station."

The old lady insisted: "It's only half an hour. I'll talk to you on the way. I don't know when we can meet again."

Jiang Yu persuaded her: "Call me next time you want to see me. I'll come here to see you when I'm free. Isn't the high-speed rail very convenient now? Besides, when I get on the car later, you will come back alone , I feel so sorry."

What Jiang Yu said was true. He couldn't even think about the scene where the old lady watched him leave in the crowd. In the end, his figure would be submerged in the crowd of pedestrians, while the old lady left alone, feeling lost. .

"But……"

"No need, but I'm free after the exam. I'll see if you're okay after the exam. I'll show you the photos I've taken over the years, so you can see how I grew from a small radish to a tall man." small."

The old lady was amused, and took Jiang Yu's hand and squeezed it, "That's a deal."

Jiang Yu hooked up her grandmother's little finger like a coaxing child, pulled it back and forth a few times, and said, "I won't lie to you if I pull the hook."

The old lady smiled and patted the back of Jiang Yu's hand lightly, "Childish."

When Jiang Yu was in the taxi, Zhong Mo came back from school. There was no communication between father and son in the past two days, just like strangers.

Zhong Mo stopped beside the taxi, hesitated for a moment, "I'm going back."

Jiang Yu was also taken aback by the other party's initiative to talk, and then nodded, "Yeah."

"Be careful on the road." After Zhong Mo said these four words, he left expressionlessly, as if he wasn't the one who initiated the conversation just now.

Confused, Jiang Yu got into the car and called Jiang Ningchuan.

"I'm on the bus to the high-speed rail station now, and I'll be there in three hours, come pick me up!"

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, Jiang Yu thought the signal was not good, and said "Hi Hey Hey" a few times, Jiang Ningchuan finally spoke, "I'm at Jianglin Airport..."

The air froze in an instant, and even Jiang Yu didn't hold back the words "Damn!", but then his heart was beating wildly, and he grabbed the car seat and shouted to the driver: "Don't go to the high-speed rail station, go to the airport, Go to the airport!"