life and joy

At four o'clock in the morning, He Huan woke up on time as usual.Knowing that he would never be able to fall asleep again, he resigned himself to giving up, got up and turned on the computer to find out the online lessons that he had collected for a long time from the hard disk.

In fact, it doesn't matter what you watch, it's just that the night of insomnia is too difficult.

In He Huan's not yet deep memory, there have been many similar nights.The sky outside the window changed from boundless black to dark blue, until the east was pale.

That day, when Aunt Li woke up, she found that breakfast was ready, and her chefs were leaning beside her and chatting leisurely, stealing some snacks from the plate from time to time.

"Young master?" Aunt Li took two steps forward, feeling unbelievable at what she saw, "I didn't expect you to be able to cook."

He Huan turned back and smiled, and said, I started cooking for myself when I was eight years old, and my cooking skills are still good. I woke up early today and came to the kitchen, sorry to disturb your work.

Aunt Li waved her hands, and then repeatedly praised, saying that this son will have a bright future in the future.

He Huan smiled, noncommittal.

Yao Yu came down from upstairs and saw many people surrounded by the kitchen on the first floor. He walked over, took over the work from He Huan, and said, let me do it.In the future, Aunt Li will leave things like this in the old house, and wait for me to cook if she is at home.

He Huan didn't argue, just smiled slightly and said, it was only a little bit close.Uncle could have tasted my craft today.

The mother leaned aside to watch He Huan talk, and it took a long time to add a sentence, she still knows how to cook, and she won't be hungry wherever she goes.Should I learn it too?

He Huan handed over the fruit salad next to him, and smiled at his mother: "I didn't need to learn it before, and I won't need it in the future."

"Isn't it good for us to take care of our children with peace of mind?" Although Yao Yu seldom did housework when he lived by himself, He Huan is glad to help now, but he always feels that there seems to be something wrong with the way he gets along with his children.

The person who was eating with gusto looked up at him, paused, and said, it seemed inappropriate, but Xiao Huan has been cooking by herself since she was very young and has always been repulsed by having an aunt at home, preferring to do housework by herself.

"Does he do all the housework?"

"I'm often away from home, he has time...occasionally...sometimes...to clean up..." Two parents who are very playful hid in the kitchen early in the morning and had an in-depth discussion on life while eating breakfast made by their son .

The more I talked, the more I panicked, and the more I talked, the more I felt that my conscience was being whipped.

Half an hour later, the two sat in front of He Huan fully dressed and asked, where would Xiao Huan want to travel during the recent vacation?

He Huan looked at the two flattering people and was inexplicably flustered, then shook his head.

"Want to go to the art exhibition, comic exhibition, sculpture exhibition, game peripheral exhibition?"

He still shook his head.

"Newly bought house decoration, what do you want your room to look like?"

"It's good to live in a well-renovated house."

"Is there anything in particular you want?"

He Huan's attitude didn't change, he still shook his head.

The two were at a loss for words, blinked their eyes and left dejectedly.

It's not that they don't give their children the opportunity to enjoy, it's that the children don't give them the opportunity to perform.He Huan is too sensible, beyond the maturity of age.

Every Mid-Autumn Festival, the Yao family would rush back to the old house from all over the world, not subject to any rules or forced by anyone's prestige, but come back with an almost pious attitude, and then parted ways after a few days.

While wanting to leave more and more, he still has nostalgia for the old house. This is the tacit understanding shared by all the Yao family.

He Huan lived for three days in this house with the lingering and elegant atmosphere of the Republic of China, which was so huge that it was almost empty.Until the festive atmosphere faded away, when everyone packed their bags and prepared to leave, they didn't see the old man, the force that brought everyone together.

It was later learned that the old man had not attended such an event for many years.As for the reason, it may be bored or it may no longer adapt.

That night, after He Huan finished his homework, he went downstairs for a walk and happened to meet Yao Qi who had disappeared for two days.

He was sitting under the lamp reading a book, usually dressed in black, slightly alienated but not indifferent.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Yao Qi raised his head to look at him, then lowered his head again, with the same indifferent attitude as the first time they met, but his body consciously gave way.Probably, he already has a certain degree of understanding of He Huan's familiarity.

"Can I call you uncle?" He Huan looked at Yao Qi's quiet profile and finally got up the courage to ask.

Yao Qi's face froze for a moment, and he paused for a moment to realize that this title seemed to be the most appropriate between them, even though he was in his twenties suddenly being called uncle by such an older child, what did he think and how unhappy he was.

"whatever."

He Huan moved his upper body forward, raised his eyebrows and said, "In this case, can I call you uncle in private?"

Yao Qi felt his brows twitching, so he could only stretch out his palms and push his face away like his own silly dog, and looked at him with a serious face.

"Uh...Mr. Yao, I'm good at coaxing children, why don't you let me try?" Jiang He appeared behind them at some point, and startled the two of them by making a sudden noise.

Yao Qi frowned and said, I don't have idlers under my staff, go and read the annual report of the sales department last year, find out ten areas worth improving, and hand over the results to me tomorrow.

What the hell is going on with extra work out of thin air!Did I offend my boss? !No!Obviously I've always been so cute!

Jiang He nodded stiffly and said: Yes, Mr. Yao, then I'm leaving.

Yao Qi gave a faint "hmm", and looked back at He Huan, only to find that the crystal light in the other's eyes dimmed at some point.

He didn't know that since He Huan was eight years old, he started to handle all his own affairs independently and take care of the family. He had long since stopped treating himself as a child. Joking attitude.

"I still have something to do, so I'll go up first." He Huan looked up at him, with a harmless upward angle of his mouth.

"Wait...that..."

He Huan stopped and turned to laugh at him: He Huan, my name is He Huan.

"The old house is a temporary residence for everyone, but it accommodates everyone who lives here. Why are you so restrained." Yao Qi walked up to him and looked down at him.

He Huan still laughed and said, even if you come back here every year, you just don't want to break certain rules and make everyone look too ugly.I'm just a passer-by who was lucky enough to live here, so it should be right to position myself this way.

He Huan raised his head until his neck was about to break. He really didn't understand why the tone of the person in front of him was suddenly cold, so he could only smile wryly and walked towards the stairs.Then he walked too hastily and stepped on the ground.

After spinning around for a while, He Huan's knee stopped only a few centimeters from the floor, and his arm was grasping someone's hand. He was half lying on the stairs and half hanging on Yao Qi's body in such a strange posture.

"Do we have any hatred? My arm hurts..."

Yao Qi let him go and stood leaning against the wall, his drooping eyebrows covered with a thin layer of ice.The originally empty hall fell silent for a while, filled with ghosts and ghosts.

With a loud "bang", the fireworks exploded out of the window and exploded into the sky.The person leaning against the wall said lightly: This was my favorite moment when I was a child. Now that the air quality control is so strict, I didn't expect this habit to still exist.

As he said that, he walked towards the yard. He Huan paused behind him, and then followed him mysteriously.

In the yard, Aunt Li was instructing a few young people to set off fireworks. Jiang He mingled among them, laughing and making noise, turning a blind eye to his boss who was not far away.

When the fuze burned to the end, the flames rushed into the sky with a squeak, dazzling.

He Huan stood at the bottom of the steps, stood in the shadows, looked back at Yao Qi who was under the light, and inexplicably felt something called "majesty" in his heart.It seems that I am at the end of the century, feeling the passing of the old century and the arrival of the new century together with tens of thousands of people.At the same time, you know exactly where you are going.

Unfortunately, while he saw his desired destination, he also saw the distance between two fixed points.

The distance between devils and angels.Even an inch is enough for his whole life.

It was dusk in October, the sky had just rained, and then cleared for a short time, only a moment of sunshine made the ground half-dry, and the air was damp.

Yao Qi stood on the steps and watched the lively crowd in the yard, silently.

He Huan's ancient well-like heart suddenly had a layer of ripples. Although there was only a moment of ripples, he clearly realized that he had a desire for warmth.The balance of faith in my heart is tilting from the ghost side to the god side.

My mother has found someone worthy of love, and he is also growing up, with a peaceful and peaceful appearance in this world, which is considered happiness.Be it.

Back in the room at night, He Huan organized all his books in front of the desk and put them in his schoolbag.Just as I was about to close the window, I saw a paper airplane flying over, and finally flew into the room accurately.

Pick it up, there are words on it.He looked out the window suspiciously, trying to find the source of the paper airplane, just in time to see Jiang He waving to him on the fifth floor opposite.

Flatten the page and write on it: I just knocked on the door and you ignored me, so I had to try throwing the plane from the boss's room.I hung the newly bought scarf on the handle, remember to take it back.In the end, it was an exaggerated grimace.

Holding the paper, He Huan felt his forehead twitch, and thought again: Could it be that he is so accurate in throwing paper airplanes?

Looking out of the window, I realized that I was thinking too much. In the flower garden, the white ones on the withered flower branches were all paper airplanes...

He held his forehead, feeling angry for the person in charge of cleaning, especially angry, extremely angry, super invincible angry in the universe.

On the fifth floor, Jiang He was jumping for joy, so happy that he was able to throw it in. Yao Qi, who was on the side, quietly looked at the window below which the curtain was suddenly drawn and did not move for a long time.

The night slowly unfolded in front of him, covering his whole body in shadow, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.