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After get off work, Ji Lianxing didn't go back to Jiang Shu's house. She went to the third courtyard of Song's house, packed her things and prepared to leave tomorrow.

The next morning, it was still raining, so Ji Lianxing got up early and rushed to the station.

Her hometown is in a small county not far from N City, and it takes about two hours by high-speed train.

This is the first time she went home in three years, and she never went back after her junior year. There are two reasons, she has to work to earn money during the summer vacation, and when she goes back during the winter vacation, Ji Siyu's mother always doesn't give her a good face. Over time, Ji Lianxing simply didn't go back.

Along the way, he passed through another city. The medical conditions were not much different from that of N City, and it was also the place where the uncle had been treated. Now he has given up the treatment and went home. Basically, it is similar to what Ji Siyu said, and it won't last long.

Thinking of this, Ji Lianxing panicked.

Two hours later, the high-speed train stopped in Luoer County. Ji Lianxing walked out of the station and found that the small county was not much different from a few years ago.

Most of them are old buildings. New buildings are being built in the main city. There are small vendors on the street. The noodle shop is still the same noodle shop. The old road is still the same old road, but there is one more park that is being built. The county is going to undergo a major renovation, and there should be a lot of demolition by then.

But now, it is still a relatively poor county.

Ji Lianxing stopped a tricycle and still pedaled.

"Master, how much is it to Feiqian Village?"

The master had a kind expression on his face, and he put his fingers together to make a "5".

Ji Lianxing got in the car and sat in the back seat of the tricycle. This was the car her mother liked to take her when she was shopping when she was a child.

When I was a child riding a tricycle, I liked to stare at the driver's feet. Due to long-term pedaling, almost every driver's belly and legs are very strong.

This time Ji Lianxing was no exception, staring at his legs in a daze, she found that the tricycle master was getting old, he was panting heavily when he was pedaling, and it was a bit difficult.

10 minute later.

"Girl, we're here." He wiped the sweat off his face, looked at Ji Lianxing more, and asked her, "Where did you come back from?"

"N City." Ji Lianxing took out the banknotes and handed them to him.

"Not bad, come back from the big city."

"Thank you, master, for your hard work." Ji Lianxing didn't chat with him, she had to rush home.

After entering the village, the aunts and aunts will look at them, as they always do, and the faces of new young people will make their curiosity peak.

"Is that person Ji Fat Girl?" An aunt in the crowd spoke in dialect and said very excitedly.

"Yes yes yes! It must be like a water spirit!!!"

"The little girl is not fat anymore, you are still talking about other people!" Several aunts looked at Ji Lianxing with a smile, as if they were saying how they are so obedient after three years.

Ji Lianxing could only bite the bullet and say hello. She knew all these people, Zhao Siniang, Wang Erma, and Aunt Fang, all of whom had witnessed how fat she was when she was a child.

"Ma'am, please." Ji Lianxing also replied to them in dialect.

"Oh." Aunt Fang showed a distressed expression, and said, "Aren't you coming back to take care of your uncle's affairs? That brother of yours really doesn't care about football, and acts like a bum every day." , dangling all day.)

I haven't been back for a long time, how should I put it, hearing the local dialect, Ji Lianxing has a feeling of familiarity and strangeness.The people in my hometown are much more enthusiastic, which reminded her of the life when she was a child and played with each other.

"He's been like this all the time, and I can't help it."

After a few greetings, Ji Lianxing escaped from everyone's concern.

Their kindness was appreciated, but it was useless to say too much.

Ji Lianxing walked towards the uncle's house. It was a yard. The yard looked a bit dilapidated, with crazy grass growing wildly, like an old man who hadn't shaved for a long time.

Although it is broken, it has a large area. If you want to take care of it a little bit, it is actually not bad.

The house is a common tile house. Ji Lianxing stepped into the yard, stepped on the moss within a few steps, and almost slipped.

The door was open, and there was no electric light inside. Although it was daytime, it was a bit dark.

"Ji Siyu..." Ji Lianxing called into the room.

He called Ji Siyu's mother again: "Auntie, I'm back."

A woman walked out of the room, about 1.6 meters tall, with a mean face and a sallow complexion. The years had taken away her youthful beauty, leaving only a few conspicuous wrinkles.

She was holding a bowl in her hand, which was filled with porridge. She glanced at Ji Lianxing, and said displeasedly: "When you come back, you will come back, why are you shouting, I don't know how to come here."

Ji Lianxing walked into the room and asked her, "Uncle is in the room?"

"Now you know you're back? Everyone is going to die, you are really a white-eyed wolf."

Sure enough, this is what it feels like when you come home.

Ji Siyu's mother is Wang Xiaoli, her vitriol can make everyone useless, except her precious son.

When she said this to Ji Lianxing, Wang Xiaoli didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all, as if she had forgotten that at the moment she was scolding the only person in the village who was admitted to a key university, who was the most promising and should not be called White-eyed wolf, because she is much better than Ji Siyu's own son.

"I—" Ji Lianxing wanted to speak, but swallowed the words again, forget it, what did she care about with her?Wang Xiaoli and her uncle were the result of an arranged marriage, they couldn't get along at all, and the relationship between husband and wife has always been poor.

Under Wang Xiaoli's gaze, Ji Lianxing walked towards the bedroom.

Standing at the door, Ji Lianxing took a deep breath, she was afraid that she would not be able to accept the uncle's current appearance.

"Uncle, I'm back." She spoke first, and then entered the room after she finished speaking.

The room was dimly lit, and there was a scrawny man lying on the bed. Because of chemotherapy, his hair had fallen out, he was skinny, with protruding cheekbones, and his eyes were tired. His appearance was very different from what Ji Lianxing remembered.

But it was only four months, and the serious illness had turned him from a strong middle-aged man into an extremely weak one, at least thirty catties had been lost.

His breathing became very weak, but his chest was still rising and falling, and his breathing rhythm was quite slow, so slow that he felt like he couldn't catch his breath.

Ji Lianxing's eye circles were red, she said before that she was getting better, and when she called, she also said that she was recovering slowly.

"Daddy..." Ji Lianxing walked to the edge of the bed, tears dripped down and dripped onto the pillow.

She saw that his hands were so thin that only bones were left, they could be grasped with one hand, and the backs of his hands were full of veins.

He closed his eyelids, but his fingers were moving, humming a few words, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Daddy, I'm back." Ji Lianxing held his hand and repeated this sentence in his ear.

"Hey, good boy." His voice was muddy, his eyes wanted to open but he couldn't open them, Ji Lianxing couldn't stand it, and turned his back to wipe his tears.

"Don't cry." The uncle stretched out a hand, and patted the back of Ji Lianxing's hand a few times, "Good boy, the things in the box, go, go get some candies."

Hearing "eat candy", Ji Lianxing couldn't hold back any longer, tears streaming down his face, his vision became blurred, and his uncle's appearance became swaying.

The candy box was the surprise her uncle always gave her when she was a child. As long as she was unhappy, when she opened the box, there would always be sweet candies inside.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, I'm not filial, it's my fault, Daddy, I'm a white-eyed wolf, I should have come back a long time ago." Ji Lianxing's shoulders shook violently, and when she cried, her heart ached. She regretted not looking for the weekend Go home and see him, you shouldn't want to go home because you don't want to see Wang Xiaoli.

She should take a look at him more, to see how healthy he is, how good is that?

There was also a strong smell of medicine on the bedding, as well as a stench coming from his body, from his skin, his organs, and his dying soul.

The uncle understood Ji Lianxing's words, kept shaking his head, and patted Ji Lianxing's arm with the remaining strength.

"Where, it's not your fault, no, I don't blame you, candy, candy box, be good." The uncle took a breath, rested for a while, and said: "Inside the box, there is Xinle, look, look. "

There was a letter in the candy box, and Ji Lianxing understood it.

In the cramped and simple house, the light is dim, and there is an iron box on the old-fashioned wardrobe. Going back more than ten years ago, it is full of Ji Lianxing's favorite candy.

White peach, corn, green apple...

Now there are two more flavors, one is the smell of medicine, and the other is the smell of rotten flesh.

Under the dim light, Ji Lianxing unfolded the yellow and white letter, which was written to her by her uncle. Going back 30 years, he is also a cultural person.

[Ji Xiaopang, if you can read this letter, it means that I am not far from Lord Hades.When I wrote this letter, I had just received the examination report, and the hospital told me that it was an advanced stage and that I would need chemotherapy in the future. Chemotherapy should be chemotherapy. I looked in the mirror for half an hour today and talked to my hair, because I also want to Say goodbye to them.In fact, death is not terrible. I told you this when your mother left, and I still want to say this now. Even if we leave, we will still be with you.Ji Xiaopang, good boy, your burden is too heavy, some things should not be borne by you, there is nothing wrong with reading, if you don't read, you can easily become a person like Ji Siyu.The 30 yuan from six years ago can't be called a loan. Your mother is also my relative. It can't be called a loan, but a gift. I am willing to give it.There is still 3 yuan in the card in the box, of which 5000 yuan was sent to me by your university scholarship, and the remaining [-] yuan is your dowry. I wanted to give you more, but I haven’t saved enough money. People are leaving.I guess I can't see you getting married, you must be happy. 】

On the back of the envelope it read:

[Cremate me, you keep half of the ashes, and sprinkle the rest in the Jin'e River, I will go play chess with your father. 】

The inscription is not the name, but another line of words: [I have one more thing to give you, but I can't tell you yet, remember: after you get that thing, you can't be soft-hearted, it belongs to you. 】

Ji Lianxing burst into tears, and the tears flowed uncontrollably. He actually wrote this letter a few months ago.

There was also the 8000 yuan she got from the university scholarship, and she sent 5000 yuan to let him buy clothes and cigarettes. She didn't think too much about it, she just wanted to repay him in the most direct way.

In the end, he didn't even have enough money for his own medical treatment, so he squeezed out another [-] dowry.

She is really the only family member. Because Ji Lianxing cried so much, she even had some difficulty breathing. She was pulled into the deep sea, fell infinitely, and was a little suffocated.

Why do people who treat her well leave?

Dad fell into the river when she was six years old and never got up again. Everyone said he could swim.

My mother suffered from leukemia in the year of the college entrance examination, so she left as soon as she said she wanted to.

Now that she has just turned 24, she thinks that life can set sail, at least in her future plans, uncle is the one who must enjoy happiness.

"Are you in such a hurry?" Ji Lianxing lay down beside the bed and cried loudly, "I'm yelling after you leave, no one loves me, loves me, cares about me anymore."

"Little Fatty, I can't wait any longer." The uncle looked at Ji Lianxing, exhaled his last breath, and said, "Maybe this time, it's true, true, and we're leaving."

The breath was weak, and an extremely gentle wisp of air was spit out from the nasal cavity, and drifted away, leaving nothing.

The room was very quiet, Ji Lianxing lowered his head, and did not let go of his hand.

The candy box next to her was full of white peach, corn, and green apple candies, as well as a bank card and a photo of Ji Lianxing when she was a child.

He was a literary youth of that era, with a vintage camera.

15 years ago, when Ji Lianxing was crying to find her father, the uncle took her to stand under the cherry tree in the village and said to her:

"Ji Xiaopang, I am your father's brother, don't be afraid, I am your uncle and your father."

"Come on, let me take a picture of you."

"Your mother bought you such beautiful little leather shoes, it will be cuter if you smile."

"I'll teach you, say eggplant."

"Eggplant—" the young Ji Lianxing grinned, raised his hand, and made a gesture.

Her little red leather shoes remained in the photo, as did the person who took the photo.