Years are warm

Afterwards, Xie Zhiyao mentioned this matter in a message with Xu Huai'an, but he couldn't help complaining.

[I don't understand, what is there to hide, and never let people mention it, how heinous is this. 】

I probably thought about it for a while before coming back.

[If it is really heinous, will you still be called by this name? 】

...that makes sense.Xie Zhiyao lay on the desk and sighed helplessly.

[Also... Forget it, don't want to, you hurry up and do the questions, won't you be going to the competition in a few days? 】

Although he was running with him, he still had to put on a show, after all, he was still there under the name of No. [-] Middle School.

Xu Huaian braced his face and put down the phone.

It happened that Yu Xiuyun was looking for a book in her room, she held her chin, hesitated and asked a question.

"Mom, I have a question for you."

Yu Xiuyun looked up at her: "Huh? What's the problem?"

"If I look like someone who left by accident, would you prevent me from doing something that person was or was good at in order to prevent the accident from happening again?"

"No." Yu Xiuyun shook her head, "That's not fair to you. And the existence of the accident is to remind us to remember it, not to throw it at the mouse."

"Furthermore..." She paused, then said with a smile, "Why are you hiding it? You have the right to know."

Xu Huaian froze for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully.

Probably because she is a bit rare in this appearance, and unexpectedly cute, Yu Xiuyun couldn't help reaching out and pinching her face, making it round and flattened.

Xu Huai'an: "...Mom, your face is about to be pinched!"

Yu Xiuyun smiled and kissed her on the face, and told her to remember to combine work and rest before leaving the house.

Xu Huai'an couldn't help but touched his face, and resignedly sighed in his heart that his mother was still the same.

The summer sun shone through the windows into the room, making it hot.She turned the ratio in her hand twice, shook her head to shake these things out of her mind, and reached out to take another brand new paper to continue writing.

Summer weather in seaside cities is always unpredictable, as if the sun was shining brightly one day, and cloudy the next day.

It was clearly daytime, but the sky seemed to be completely dark, like night.

Xie Zhiyao ran back downstairs before it rained. She was holding the book she had just borrowed from the library in her hand. Almost as soon as she stepped in, she heard the sound of the rainstorm falling.

While rejoicing that she came back one step earlier, she pressed the elevator.

The rumble of thunder made people panic.

Xie Zhiyao's hand holding the key trembled, she patted her chest, pushed open the door, and was about to say I'm back, but saw Xie Yuanhong, who came back from the other side of the bedroom, was holding the key in his hand, and it was thrown. Artboard in half.

"...Yaoyao?" There was a moment of panic on the man's face, as if trying to cover up something.

There was still a faint sound of arguing from the other end of the bedroom.

Probably because she heard the movement in the entrance, the quarrel stopped, and after a few seconds, Xia Lan came out of her room.

Likewise, she held several sheets of paper that had been torn in half.

There was a buzzing in Xie Zhiyao's head, and before she even had time to change her shoes, she ran to the door in three steps at a time, and pushed the door open with a bang.

The door of the small studio is open, and there are shredded papers and painting utensils scattered all over the floor.

When the old man saw her coming in, his eyes seemed unnatural for a moment, but he calmed down quickly.

Xie Zhiyao froze on the spot for a few seconds before recovering her voice. She raised her head, looked at the old man's face in disbelief, and said hoarsely, "...what are you doing?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm your grandfather." The old man frowned, showing his usual seriousness, and bluntly slapped the table twice, "You have started your third year of high school! Is it wrong to tell you to calm down!"

"Then you can't do such a thing!"

She took a step forward and grabbed the crumpled drawing paper from the opponent's hand.

"It's...enough."

It seemed that the accumulated anger burst out in an instant, and it seemed that the emotions that had been suppressed for an unknown amount of time collapsed in an instant. The two confronted each other unwillingly. The heavy rain poured in from the open window, and they were torn apart when they were dizzy. torn paper.

Xie Zhiyao stood in the messy studio and quietly looked at the old man in front of him.Her eyes were red, and her body was still shaking.

Because of anger, because of confusion.

"I'm not her." Standing in front of the old man, she spit out the words word by word, her eyes full of resentment.

She doesn't know what happened in the past, and no one wants to talk to her.But...Even if it was a scar, as my father said, could it be that a scar from the past is a reason to add a new wound to another person who didn't know it?

How can there be such a truth in this world?

There are no two people who are exactly the same in this world. It is too absurd to use one person's accident to guard against whether the other person will become her.

"...What did you say?!" The old man widened his eyes and raised the crutch in his hand to hit her.

Xie Zhiyao didn't move, just stood there watching the crutch come down, she snorted muffledly, her body shook with the momentum.

"I will not be the person you think in your heart. Even if I am, I am not." She took a deep breath, covered her shoulders, and glanced at the old man in front of her and the parents at the door, "Grandpa, No one is qualified to use the past to punish the present, especially you who know what happened in the past."

"Is that fair to me?"

They seem to be looking at themselves, and they seem to be looking at someone else through themselves.

Perhaps a certain person once looked at everyone present with the same eyes.

The old man's momentum suddenly weakened, he leaned on the wall, and gasped for breath.He was not in good health, and when he became angry so suddenly, his blood pressure went up suddenly, and his heart was beating rapidly, which made his whole face change instantly.

"Dad!" Xie Yuanhong's face sank, and he quickly helped the old man to sit down and calm down for him. He didn't forget to turn around and persuade her, "Yaoyao! Apologize first!"

Xie Zhiyao bit his lower lip hard, holding his temper and refusing to say a word.

The situation didn't improve. The rapid coughing sound was accompanied by heavy rain and thunder. The old man seemed to be coughing up his lungs.

"Send it to the hospital first!" I don't know who said that first.

Xie Zhiyao just felt like an outsider, who was watching everything from close at hand, but it seemed that there had never been a moment more distant than now.

She took several deep breaths, barely pulling back her chaotic thoughts, but she could only stand there without knowing what to do.

Thunder, rain, car horns, and the messy voices of people in communication... countless sounds seem to fill the ears, making people feel at a loss.

It wasn't until she really came back to herself that she realized that she was already sitting on a hospital bench.

The breath was full of the smell of disinfectant, the lights in the corridor were white and miserable, Xie Zhiyao was in a daze, and looked up to see the parents who were communicating with the doctor outside the ward.

Probably noticing her gaze, the two turned their heads to look at her.

"Fortunately, it's nothing serious." She heard the doctor say so.

"Yaoyao." Xia Lan walked towards her, she bent down and rubbed her head, "Go home first, your father and I will watch over here, grandpa."

Xie Zhiyao stared at her blankly for a while, her lips were moving, and she murmured: "Mom..."

She actually wanted to ask, do they also think that she is the one who is wrong, the one who is ignorant, and the one who makes trouble for no reason?But she didn't ask this sentence after all, she just nodded silently, and walked stiffly towards the stairs.

It was still raining outside, and there was water in the low-lying areas, and the car was moving slowly on the road.

Seeing her daughter's back disappearing from sight, Xia Lan hesitated for a moment, then picked up her phone and walked to the corner to dial a number.

The answer over there was fast, and the girl's clear voice came from the other end of the phone into the ear.

"Hello, auntie?"

She took a deep breath and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Xiao An, it's me. Are you free now, is it convenient for Fang to do auntie a favor?"

When Xie Zhiyao got home, his clothes were almost soaked.

I was in a hurry to go out, the air conditioner at home hadn't turned off yet, my wet clothes were sticking to my skin, and it was chilled by the cold wind.

She didn't want to take care of all this, but slowly walked back to the small studio in her room with her tired body.

The ground is still a mess.

Outside the window was cloudy, and the sky was as dark as the polar night, Xie Zhiyao closed the leaky window, leaned his back against the wall, slid down to the ground, and buried his face in his arms.

The warm tears once again moistened the cold skin of the arm blown by the wind.

I don't know how long it has passed, it may have been more than ten minutes, or it may have been more than half an hour, when someone suddenly turned on the light in the room with a snap.

Xie Zhiyao raised his head subconsciously, and was caught off guard by the light of the fluorescent lamp and narrowed his eyes.She waited until her eyes gradually adapted to the sudden light before she put down the palm covering her eyes.

But when she saw the person standing at the door, she suddenly froze.

"...how did you come here?"

Xu Huai'an's eyes flicked over the pieces of paper on the wooden floor. She didn't say anything, but walked in lightly, and slowly knelt down in front of Xie Zhiyao.

Probably because of crying for too long, the eyes of the people in front of me are a little swollen.

"Auntie called me and came to give me the key." Xu Huaian sighed, "I knocked on the door, but you didn't hear me."

"I..." Xie Zhiyao sniffed, she subconsciously reached out and grabbed Xu Huai'an's cuff, and unexpectedly found that the other person's body was actually a little wet.

It's no wonder that the rain hasn't stopped. Although the communities of their two homes are not far away, but they can't get a taxi at this time, the distance they walk will definitely be wet a little.

She was just about to ask her to change clothes to save herself from catching a cold, when the other party touched the corners of her eyes and stopped her voice.

"Are you still uncomfortable?" Xu Huai'an helped her wipe away the tears on her face little by little, her movements were very light and her voice was very gentle, "Stop crying, okay?"

The distance between the two of them was very close, so close that Xie Zhiyao could see the girl's slightly frowning eyebrows and lightly pursed thin lips.She saw the undisguised distress in the eyes in front of her eyes, and felt the warmth of the fingertips touching her cheek.

If you can cry silently when you are alone, then now, Xie Zhiyao seems to feel that she can't bear it anymore. She opened her hands and hugged the girl in front of her tightly, with a short groan coming out of her throat. whimper.

Xu Huaian was originally sitting on his knees, but was caught off guard by her hug and almost fell on his back. Fortunately, he reacted in time and supported the wooden floor with one hand.

Even though the clothes of both of them were wet, this hug seemed to bring back the warmth of everything that had been lost.

Tears flowed wantonly, over the girl's neck.

Xu Huaian lowered his eyes, wrapped one hand around her waist, and slowly raised the other hand to gently stroke the back of her head.

"Ayao." She watched the rainstorm outside the window and listened to the roar of thunder.

Among the debris on the floor, beside the smudged stains, Xie Zhiyao heard a clear and soft voice ringing in his ears.

"Then...cry, I'll be with you."

The author has something to say:

May everyone have a hug in the rainstorm.

The copywriting is online jpg Auntie's matter will be explained slowly, but after all, the people in the article are not God's perspective hhhh