Hei Yang looked at Hei Changhong in confusion and said cautiously: "Second Grandpa and Brother Hei Chen, what are their specific situations?
If I, a stranger, suddenly appear in front of them, will it stimulate their spirits?"
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that."
Hei Changhong sighed and gently opened the door: "Anyway, you will understand when you see them."
"Well..."
Hei Yang nodded and followed Hei Changhong into the room.
The temperature in the hut is moderate, the air is fresh, and the morning sun shines through the window on an old man and a young man sitting quietly.
Several elders of the Hei family, including Heiyang's uncles and aunts, gently shuttled through the house, cleaning and tidying up skillfully.
An old woman who looked no less than sixty years old was bending over with great effort, holding a bowl of steaming soup, with a bright smile like a girl on her face: "Dad, open your mouth, ah——"
The old man who was called dad turned his head and stared straight at the old woman, his eyes full of doubts and confusion. After an unknown amount of time, he nodded: "Ah——"
"Well, dad is the best."
The old woman took back the porcelain spoon and scooped out another small spoonful of soup: "Try again!"
"Hehe, hehe..."
The old man, like a child who was praised, let out a somewhat muddy laugh, with a chaotic light shining in his eyes.
On the other side, there was also an old woman. She gently wiped away the food residue from the corners of the mouth of the dull-looking young man, and murmured as if she was dreaming: "Heishui Shui, the big sailing boat, carrying my family's Xiaochen, wandering around,
A small broken bridge leads to sweet dreams and family..."
The melody is not very beautiful, but the woman's voice is extremely gentle, just like coaxing her son to sleep when she was a child, just hoping to add a few ripples to his empty eyes.
But no matter what the woman did, the young man remained unmoved. His expression gave people a feeling of being separated from the world, and his eyes seemed like that of a small beast, or some other creature...
Everything looks like it, except Hei Chen, the former head of the Hei family.
Hei Yang looked at the room quietly. For a moment, he felt that the atmosphere in the room was a bit suffocating. It took him a long time to realize that it turned out that he had not dared to breathe.
"I still remember when I was little, what I was most afraid of was my grandpa."
Hei Changhong whispered softly: "It's not that he likes to beat and scold children, but there is always a fearful majesty about him, which is the oppression of the head of the family.
After that incident, grandpa seemed to suddenly become gentler, no longer oppressive, but his character remained solemn.
When his mind deteriorated and he became a child, he also looked like he didn't cry or make a fuss, he was quiet, as if he didn't want us to worry too much.
But I really want Grandpa to trouble us..."
"He is also my second grandfather."
Hei Yang nodded slightly and looked at the dull young man: "Where's Brother Hei Chen, his condition looks... gives me a more serious feeling..."
"Who knows?"
Hei Changhong took a deep breath and fell into memories: "It has been like this since that day. Sometimes everyone suspects that Brother Hei Chen is gone and all that is left is just a shell..."
Hei Changhong was forced to stop mid-sentence.
Because the old woman who wiped the corners of Hei Chen's mouth just now was standing in front of him, staring at him quietly.
Neither scolding nor crying, the old woman just looked at Hei Changhong with slightly red eyes, which made him feel a heavy pressure.
The Adam's apple moved up and down subconsciously, and beads of sweat fell from Hei Changhong's head. His voice was hoarse and he looked apologetic: "I'm really sorry, Aunt Jia, I didn't mean to say..."
"My son is still alive."
The old woman called Aunt Jia seemed to be whispering, but her tone was so unquestionable: "Xiaochen is here!"
"Well, you're right!"
Hei Changhong said humbly: "It's because of my bad eyesight that I didn't see cousin Hei Chen..."
"Next time, brighten your eyes!"
The old woman snorted coldly, turned around and looked at her son, her eyes turned into gentle water again, and her love seemed to drown him.
Ignoring Hei Changhong who was in embarrassment, Hei Yang walked gently to Second Grandpa and called out: "Second Grandpa?"
"You are..."
The second grandfather turned his head in confusion: "Brother Xiaofeng?"
"Hei Xiaofeng is my grandfather."
"Then you are, Mu Guang?"
"That's my dad."
"Oh, that's it..."
The second grandfather nodded thoughtfully: "You are Muguang's son..."
"Dad, are you awake again?"
The old woman's eyes lit up and she called out in surprise: "I'm Xiaoran!"
"Ah——"
The second grandfather ignored the old woman, but was thinking about something: "Well, Mu Guang's son, if you say this, I should call you brother!"
"No."
Hei Yang held his forehead and smiled bitterly: "I am your grandson, why am I your younger brother?"
"No, no."
The second grandfather retorted seriously: "Dad's father is called mother, and mother's son is called aunt. You don't understand such a simple common sense question?
Are you a child of my Hei family? Who is your father? Let him come to me. I just want to see how he raised his children, how he turned such a handsome child into a little fool!"
Hei Yang: "..."
Although but...
Second Grandpa praised me for being handsome!
"Well, Second Grandpa..."
Hei Yang beeped in a low voice: "It's me, Xiao Yang, I hugged you when I was a child!"
"Oh!"
Grandpa Er suddenly realized: "It's Xiaoyang!"
"Yeah."
Hei Yang nodded and said happily: "Have you remembered?"
"Then how could I forget!"
The second grandfather touched Hei Yang's head with a kind face and sighed: "I haven't seen him for so many years. Grandpa can't recognize him. My Xiaoyang has grown into a big girl!"
Hei Yang: "???"
No, he looks a little crooked, right?
"Ahem..."
Hei Yang coughed twice and pointed at himself: "Grandpa, I, Hei Yang, a handsome young man!"
"Ah?"
The second grandfather was startled: "Is there such a person in our Hei family? Let me think about it...
Dad’s daughter is called uncle, and aunt’s grandma is called grandson..."
"It's a bit serious..."
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The corner of Hei Yang's mouth twitched and he turned to look at the old woman beside him. The latter responded with a helpless smile: "Dad, he was quite sober at first, but then he became more and more confused..."
"Well..."
Hei Yang thought for a while, took out a midnight pill, gently divided it into two halves, and then divided the two halves into two halves.
Under the puzzled gaze of the old woman, Hei Yang gently put a quarter of the night-staying pill into the soup and nodded to her: "You can try it. Even if it doesn't succeed, there won't be any adverse effects. I believe it."
Me!"
"..."
The old woman was stunned for a moment, stirring the spoon hesitantly, and finally nodded gently: "Dad, the soup is almost cold, ah——"
"Ah——"
Watching the second grandfather drinking the soup from the bowl under the care of his aunt, Hei Yang turned his head away and saw the dumbfounded look of his cousin Hei Chen again.
For a moment, Hei Yang felt a little heavy. Death and forgetfulness were topics he didn't want to mention.
He thought of many people's faces, and the smiling faces of relatives and friends in this life were the clearest.
Going further, he even still has some impression of the old woman who served him soup on the bridge.
Thinking about the past life again...
Well, among the countless textbooks and questions, there are still two pairs of faces that are gradually blurring.
They said: "You don't have to worry about anything, just study hard. Before you leave school, we will take care of everything in life..."
Those were his parents in his previous life. Although he was dissatisfied with their education methods, he still didn't want to forget them.
He touched his chest, and there was a diary stuffed there, the one Hongli had coveted for a long time. He had always carried it with him, fearing to throw it away.
In the first few years after traveling through time, he was always afraid of being "assimilated" by this world and afraid of forgetting that he once did not belong to this world.
He thought and quickly recorded every bit of his past life to remind himself of it all the time.
But then, why did he stop keeping a diary?
Oh, by the way, it’s when he feels his parents’ care for him...
It’s when you realize that your younger siblings are relying on you...
It was when that girl sweetly called him Brother Heiyang, played with him, fought wits and courage together, and grew up together...
It’s time to feel the warmth of this life...
There are too many things he doesn’t want to forget!
Parents in the past life, parents in this life...
Xiaolong, Xiaohui, Sister Xiaoqi...
And the girl who always shouted angrily, "Heiyang, are you going to die?"...
Hei Yang couldn't help but smile, but felt the corners of his eyes were a little moist.
【Heiyang:Xiaoli.】
[Hongli: Huh?]
[Heiyang: It’s okay.]
【Hongli:?】
The soup in the bowl gradually bottomed out, and the old woman beat her legs, which were aching from bending for too long, and prepared to get up to put away the bowl and spoon.
"Xiaoran..."
A pair of dry hands touched the old woman's gray and sparse hair. She raised her head blankly and saw her father looking at her as before...
