life and joy

On the evening of the day Yao Qi got the news, he received an email from his father, which contained only two short words: Go home.

The silver phantom galloped through the sparsely populated streets, and the sycamore trees on both sides of the road dappled the light and shadow cast by the street lamps.

He drove the sports car directly into the yard, and then went straight to the old man's study on the second floor in two steps in three steps.

The old man was sitting in front of the window, and the afterglow of the setting sun hit his shoulders, making the strands of silver on his temples more and more obvious.Almost overnight, the man with strong bones became old, and his shoulders and backs collapsed.

"Father." He whispered [].

The person in front of the window turned around while shaking his wheelchair, looked at him quietly for a while, and said, Yang Yuan, you go and bring the bodies of the two of them back, and we will leave tonight.

Yao Qi nodded: Yes.

The two didn't communicate too much, but some things were tacit.Even if the kinship is weak, something turbulent in the blood will never change.

That night was the first time that Yao Qi did something as a member of the Yao family since he left the Yao family six years ago.

Looking from the private plane, the lights of the city look like a meandering river, and the gray sky reflected is colorful. Yao expects the vast night sky to feel so powerless for the first time.

Yao Yu is eight years older than him.He watched his brother turn from a genius boy in the eyes of everyone to a deviant, and finally plunged into the kitchen and never came out again.

This person, raised as a family heir since he was a child, must be very lonely in his heart, which is why he is stuck on the shore of the world of mortals and does not want to sail across.

Although the two brothers have a mother and a compatriot, they have not spoken a few words since they were young. What's more, Yao Qi took his brother's legendary history as an example to strictly demand himself, becoming young and mature, and finally left Yao Qi at the age of 17. Home from scratch.

Yao Qi didn't have any specific feelings about the death news sent by this flimsy phone call at first, only in the dead of night when everyone was quiet, his heart hurt, throbbing.

When he arrived, there were already people waiting at the airport. The body was sealed in an ice coffin and looked peaceful. He glanced at it and suddenly thought of the young man who was thousands of miles away. After just one glance, he felt dizzy.

At that time, He Huan was sitting in a spacious and bright classroom, the sunlight shone through the ginkgo leaves, and the English teacher was writing something on the blackboard.

Yao Qi thought of ten thousand ways to convey this news to He Huan, but after much deliberation, he still couldn't find the most appropriate one. Probably, some things were destined to be unable to take it easy.

On the day of the memorial service, He Huan showed up as scheduled. Unlike attending his mother's wedding two years ago, this time, he was dressed in black and stood at the door to greet her.

The expression on his face was flat, neither the faint joy nor sadness of the wedding.If it weren't for the baby fat hanging on his cheeks, it would really make people doubt his age.

Yao Qi walked up to him, moved his lips and teeth a few times, hesitant to speak, but he didn't say anything.

He Huan nodded, bowed, gave a distant smile, and said, thank you for bringing them back.

When the police handed over the relic, He Huan immediately looked at the call records of the two mobile phones. Not surprisingly, he found the clue that he was trying to contact Yao's family for help on the page of Yao Yu's call with 110.

The earliest one is two hours before calling 110.He thought of his own family when he was on the verge of death, but none of the calls were answered, and the reason why the two of them appeared in the mountain area after the heavy rain was completely a mystery.

The so-called relatives who he refused to answer a call during his lifetime all appeared after his death, in the name of blood connection.

He Huan didn't know what kind of face he should respond to this somewhat ethereal family that existed in the legend, but he just found it absurd.

It was October of another year, and it was raining in the sky. He Huan ran in the rain, picked up group after group of people, sent them away one by one, and finally took his parents to the crematorium.

Those are his closest relatives in this world, and the only two relatives.

Coming out of the venue, He Huan took everything he had in his life and got into a taxi alone, and walked back to his hometown through two streets and one river.

That was the house he and his mother lived in after they moved out of He Yikun's house, and it was the only place in this dirty world where he could breathe heavily.He came from there, and now he is going back there.

Yaocheng has a mother river passing through the city, and every time you pass by the river, you can always hear the sound of waves and boats galloping around the river.He Huan had dreamed of this river countless times, but there was no sound of water or waves in his dreams, only the continuous dark blue water.

Due to being idle all year round, the furniture in the old house was covered with dust, and the fine dust flew in the sunlight.

The house is warm and unchanged, as if every inch has been paved with care over time.

That day, there was a heavy rain in Yaocheng, and it was dusk when Yao Qi arrived, and the wooden bridge outside the city collapsed and cars could not pass through.The two got out of the car and stopped a passerby.

Passers-by looked at them carefully for a while, and said, are they the mother and son at the entrance of the village?

"Yes, sir, do you know how to get there?"

The uncle said that if you don't know the direction, you can find the place you are looking for by walking along the river.

On the road, two men in army green raincoats went deep into the small village in the heavy rain, carrying the loneliness of desperate life.

He Huan lay in an extremely familiar room, without any sleepiness, his mind was extremely clear but he didn't think about anything. He just opened his eyes and looked at the dark ceiling.

It was four o'clock in the morning when Yao Qi arrived. He found the last house built along the river, walked under the eaves, but didn't knock on the door.

"President, shall we just stand here overnight?" Jiang He asked in a low voice.

"It's early in the morning, and it will be dawn soon. He hasn't slept for many days. Don't wake him up."

In the room, He Huan opened his eyes and listened to their conversation under the window.For a long time, there was no sound.He put on his clothes and got up, opened the door, and looked at the two uninvited people.

Both of them thought that the movement was light enough, and when they saw someone open the door, they froze for a moment.In the end Yao Qi was the first to come back to his senses and said, I didn't expect you to be awake.

He Huan watched them for a long time, then moved away and said, come in.

The two sat in the living room, and He Huan went back to his room.

The light outside the door was on, and a ray of light came in through the glass. He Huan turned over and fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, there was a wide and turbulent river, washing away the filth of the world.

During the two years when his mother remarried, He Huan once thought that he had found his place in life, and that he could forget all the past.Probably, it was because life was too happy, and because he wanted too much, he lost everything overnight.

The so-called addiction and rebellion, no matter what choice you make, you will eventually walk on a predetermined path. Looking back after many years, you will feel powerless and exhausted.

In the morning of the next day, Yao Qi waited for a long time but did not see He Huan come out, and no one answered when he knocked on the door. When he entered, he found that the person on the bed was blushing and in a semi-comatose state.

Jiang He searched for a long time in the living room before he found a box of cold medicine from a dark corner of the drawer. After checking the production date, he was not surprised to find that it had expired.

Outside the window, the rainstorm continued and the sky was dark. Yao Qi took He Huan's temperature, which was exactly 39 degrees.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and ordered Jiang He to call the doctor, while he turned around to find alcohol and towels.

And He Huan was trapped in a dense dream, ignorant of everything outside.

When the private doctor drove hundreds of miles from Daicheng to Yaocheng, Yao Qi tried dozens of methods to physically lower his temperature. Although the effect was minimal, at least the situation did not worsen.

Jiang He was surprised when he saw the always indifferent boss busy, so he silently lit a stick of incense in the corner, and went up to Sakyamuni Avalokitesvara and down to Guan Erye Stove King Lord 72 to invite the gods.Yao Qi watched him jump up and down, and for the first time, he didn't just roll his eyes, but felt a sense of approval.

No matter what crooked way, it is a good way to solve the problem.

When He Huanyou woke up, he was lying flat on the bed with all four limbs flat, with only a pair of shorts on his body, and two people stood by the bed, looking at him with piercing eyes.

He subconsciously pulled the quilt, and it was this action that activated Jiang He. He heaved a sigh of relief and patted He Huan on the shoulder, turned around and handed him a bowl of rice, saying that something would happen if he didn't wake up, so he quickly replenished his energy.

Looking at the bowl of porridge in front of him, He Huan couldn't help but smile wryly. He didn't expect that the meager kindness he gave a few days ago would be returned in the same way so quickly.

All owed can only be cut off by paying back the love.

After a few days of getting along well, He Huan almost forgot that the person in front of him was just his stepfather's younger brother.In addition to being stepfather's younger brother, he is also the second young master of the Yao family, a proud son of heaven born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

Yao Qi watched the expression of the person in front of him change from the initial strange alertness to the usual indifference within a few seconds, and was shocked by a child's ability to deal with emotions.

After the sudden change in his life, he still looked at him like this, but Yao Qi always felt that something was different. There was an unspeakable secret hidden behind the other's clear eyes.

When the private doctor arrived, He Huan's fever had subsided.Even if he rushed to the end at the fastest speed, it was still a step late, just like the phone call from Yangyuan Mountain, when the news finally reached the ears of those who were willing to save him, it was already a step late, no more, no less, just too late took a step.

Jiang He took the medicine box in the doctor's hand and waved him away.Yao Qi looked at him from behind, raised his chin to signal: You are with him.

Jiang He pointed at the doctor who had gone away, and pointed at himself, at a loss: Shall I go too?I'm your bodyguard and assistant, in case something happens...

"I've never needed a bodyguard. As for half-baked assistants, the company is more suitable for you." Yao Qi said indifferently.

The consciously talkative Jiang He was once again forced to leave his employer, even though he had been employed as an assistant all along.

He Huan calmly watched Yao Qi arrange things clearly, and silently watched the two go away until only him and him were left in the room.