Late ripening

The door opened, and Lu Qian's voice came from downstairs.Since that day, Lu Qian would come to the house as a guest every few days, and every time he only chatted with his father in the living room downstairs.

Jing Yan sometimes passes by the living room in the name of pouring water.The father who was chatting excitedly couldn't hear his footsteps, he wandered around the kitchen like a squirrel listening to the news, occasionally glancing at the living room, Lu Qian didn't notice him most of the time, sometimes it seemed out of the corner of his eye Sensing his visitation, she gave him a gentle look.

He seldom took the initiative to approach Lu Qian, and every time he greeted him in a low voice and left.He barely communicates with people, much less the conversational skills his father used to have.But his father became silent after his mother died, and only when Lu Qian came, he would sit in the living room and talk and laugh like before.Lin Jingyan didn't know how to communicate with his father, let alone what to say.

Everything that should be said, everything that could be said, seemed to disappear overnight, and it seemed that everything had been said during the time when my mother died.

So he was very grateful to this little uncle whom he was not familiar with. Every visit by Lu Qian made this family no longer dull for at least one afternoon, just like what Jing Yan once thought, if only there was someone who could talk to his father.

The sky was very cloudy, Jing Yan stared at the window sill in front of the desk in a daze, not wanting to go downstairs to say hello for the first time.It seems to be raining, the rainy season in the south is always lingering and hot and humid.The smell of jasmine flowers in full bloom in the garden downstairs wafts from the window, and the air pressure is so low that it makes one drowsy.He went to the cemetery with his father in the morning, and he felt very tired on the way back.

He cried unknowingly during his nap, and when he woke up, there was only a small piece of wetness on the pillow.Surrounded by silence, he thought maybe the crying in the dream was silent, so his father couldn't hear it.Lately he couldn't remember why he was crying.Maybe it wasn't because he missed his mother too much, or even couldn't find any reason, but he just felt tired.

He opened the jar of mints, put one in his mouth, and closed his eyes on his arms.He has been wondering where the mint smell came from the day he first met Lu Qian, but no matter what kind of mint candy, it is always a little sweeter than that day.

"Tut duk duk", Lin Jingyan was awakened by the knock on the door, he stared blankly at the door for a while, not sure if it was the sound coming from his own door.There was a low coughing sound at the door, and he suddenly became a little nervous. Is it the little uncle?He went over and opened the door.

Outside the door, Lu Qian seemed to think that the door would not open and was about to turn around and leave when he heard the sound of the door opening and looked back.Lin Jingyan caught Lu Qian's expression on the real side of "treating children", and he suddenly became more nervous. The little uncle at this moment was far colder than those moments he had seen before. The low eyebrows made him realize that Lu Qian belonged to an adult like his father.

Jing Yan secretly overheard the conversation between him and his father. Lu Qian was 13 years older than him, but his appearance seemed to be that of a older brother who was more mature than him.And at this moment, the 28-year-old Lu Qian really made him realize that he was his little uncle.

"Hello, Uncle..." Jing Yan said softly.Lu Qian's expression softened a little, "Hi Jingyan," Lin Jingyan didn't know why he liked this way of greeting so much, it made him feel that he was not so far away from the people around him, "Are you taking a nap?" "No... I'm already up." He saw Lu Qian smiled slightly, and the hand he met for the first time appeared in his sight, clean and warm, but when the handshake was slightly forceful, blood vessels would emerge again.

"I heard from your father that you like sketching, and bought you a set of pencils. I don't know if you can use them." Lu Qian was holding the bag in his hand, and the green Faber-Castell box that Jing Yan was familiar with faintly appeared inside.Although my father knew that he liked sketching, it seemed to be just an ordinary hobby for children to play around.Jing Yan knows that he is not a painting genius, and he has never mentioned to his family that he wants to buy these so-called "toys", but occasionally buys a box with his own pocket money.

"Thank you uncle..." His palms were sweating again.I don't know why his body temperature is usually a little low, but he always feels a little hot when facing Lu Qian. He didn't dare to touch Lu Qian's hand, took the bag with both hands, and bowed his head to thank him in a low voice.Downstairs came the voice of his father on the phone, "Lu Qian," followed by his father's voice greeting his little uncle. Lu Qian looked back at the living room and said to Lin Jingyan, "It's okay, go get busy." up the stairs.

Jing Yan stood at the door with the bag in his arms and watched Lu Qian go down, then stood there blankly for a while, then turned and entered the room.Go get busy, Jing Yan didn't know what he was busy with, the moment he closed the door, he glanced at the full-length mirror.In the mirror, his face still bears the imprint of just waking up, and a trace of unknown redness.

For dinner, Jing Yan ate the tomato beef noodles made by the part-time job, and his father left the house not long after seeing off his little uncle. He told him that the school had an urgent business trip and he would probably be back tomorrow.Jing Yan obediently finished his meal, and the hourly worker hurriedly packed up and left. Before leaving, he told him to remember to close the door at night, because it might rain heavily.

He was a little happy to hear that, it's raining, will the flowers downstairs grow better?Maybe he can go plant some mint tomorrow?

It finally started to rain after nine o'clock in the evening, Jing Yan stretched out his hand outside the window to touch the rain, it wasn't very heavy.He hoped that the rain would be heavier, so that tomorrow would probably not be so sweltering, right?Lin Jingyan thought while eating ice cream, he hoped the weather would be cooler when Dad came back.

The temperature of the air conditioner is turned on moderately, but Jing Yan can't sleep well.He's used to staying at home alone at night, maybe it's because the rain is really getting heavier and it's too noisy.The raindrops were not as drizzling as they were at night, and began to hit the window with a crackling sound.There might be thunder in the middle of the night, he rolled over and closed his eyes.

Asleep, and then seemed to be awake again, there was a sound of ding ding coming and going.He was awakened and opened his eyes. It wasn't the expected thunder and lightning, but the doorbell downstairs.

Is dad back?Lin Jingyan ran down barefoot to open the locked door.Standing outside the door was Lu Qian, who was mostly drenched.

Jing Yan opened his mouth, as if he forgot to say hello politely, he was confused as to why his little uncle would appear in front of his house.Lu Qian's normally well-groomed hair was loosened and messed up, and there was a shadow of fear in his eyes that Jing Yan couldn't understand but was inexplicably fearful.

"Jing Yan, something happened to your father, you have to come with me immediately."

There was thunder, but the rain seemed to have stopped.