You have a bamboo horse waiting to be checked

Chapter 108

Qi Chongshan originally thought that Ling Yifeng would have to question himself as soon as he got out of the station, but he didn't expect that Ling Yifeng didn't say anything, he just went to the small shop next to him and bought two popsicles together, broke off half and handed it to him, and silently sucked the other half.

When I sat in the train, the air conditioner was turned on too much, and I even got goosebumps from the cold. When I got outside, I was sweating profusely when I was exposed to the scorching sun.

"I'll buy some cleaning tools on the way back later," Ling Yifeng finally said, but what he said was irrelevant, "I don't know how long it's been since no one cleaned it up there, and it probably won't look like it long ago."

"Haven't you rented it out all the time?" Qi Zhongshan asked, "Aren't your conditions very difficult at that time, and an extra rent is also income."

"The house doesn't belong to Qi Ming, how can I rent it?" Ling Yifeng said, "The house belongs to his father. The three of us can live in it probably because there are so many properties. I've forgotten about it."

"Do you know, every time I went to kindergarten when I was young, I would pass by Qi Ming's mother's house," Ling Yifeng lowered his head and kicked the pebbles on the side of the road, "I don't know how she feels when she sees me and Qi Ming... maybe not Feeling. After all, in my memory, I have never seen her greet Qi Ming or say that she came to see him... I only found out about this by listening to the corner. "

Qi Zhongshan just listened quietly.

"Qi Ming didn't seem to have contacted his parents for so many years, but Ling Yichen still had some contact with his father, let alone me. My mother died long ago, and my father hadn't even met face-to-face a few times. "Ling Yifeng said softly, "Sometimes I feel that our three children from broken families gather together, as if we are hugging each other for warmth."

Ling Yifeng held the popsicle in his mouth, looked up at the sky, and took it down after a while: "Where's the sycamore tree here?"

"They were all cut down," Qi Zhongshan said, "and they were planted with camphor. The sycamores attract insects, and there are too many fallen leaves, so it is difficult to clean up."

"But it's cooler in summer," Ling Yifeng said, "It's fun to step on the fallen leaves in autumn, but it's a pity that children nowadays don't have the luck to play."

"The things I should have, the things I used to have, are basically lost." After a while, Ling Yifeng sighed softly, "Now you are the only one left."

Qi Chongshan felt a little uncomfortable.

"I don't want to lose you," Ling Yifeng said, "I said I would trust you, so...you can decide on some things by yourself, and don't worry about me being angry or anything else, I don't get angry so easily."

Qi Zhongshan was silent for a moment, and finally just reached out and stroked his hair.

After half an hour's bus ride, the two arrived near the neighborhood of that year.

The small town develops slowly and has not changed much, and this old community belongs to the last row of development, but even so, Ling Yifeng still can't recognize the place he lived in back then.

Although Qi Chongshan came back several times to find him after his breakup with Ling Yifeng, in fact he hadn't lived here for five years. The two of them searched for a long time before they found the downstairs building that year. .

Apart from middle-aged and elderly people who have already retired, the residents here now are only poor students and new employees who rent cheap houses in the old city. Where are you traveling.

It wasn't until Ling Yifeng took out the keys that he heard someone calling him from behind. When he turned around, he found that it was an amiable grandma who was calling him a little painter in a local accent.

For some unknown reason, he suddenly felt sore in his heart.

"Grandma, I'm Yifeng." Ling Yifeng bent down and greeted her patiently.

Qi Zhongshan added while laughing: "Just that little mushroom head."

"Hey, you've grown up so much." Grandma looked at him in surprise, "The one who came back last time, was it you or the little painter?"

"I'm not back," Ling Yifeng was taken aback, "You mean he's back? Do you know where he is now?"

"I don't know about that," grandma waved her hand, "Are you two brothers out of breath? Why, you also came back to look at the house?"

The more Ling Yifeng heard it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he could only shake his head in a daze.

"Go first," Qi Zhongshan turned his head and whispered to Ling Yifeng, and then raised his voice to the deaf old man, "Grandma! Let's go back first!"

"Hey, good boy, let's go back," grandma leaned her hands behind her back and muttered as she walked downstairs, "The Qi family is dead, and the Ling family came back to look at the house..."

Ling Yifeng was just about to drag the suitcase in when he suddenly felt his heart stop beating.

He immediately dropped everything in his hand and ran over: "Grandma, what did you just say? Who died?"

Qi Zhongshan already had a faint premonition in his heart. Looking at the grandmother who was obviously taken aback, he quickly chased after him, put his hand on Ling Yifeng's shoulder, and pulled back: "Yifeng."

"Isn't he the little painter's father?" Grandma looked at him inexplicably, "Who else could it be?"

Ling Yifeng froze there for a moment.

Until grandma left, he couldn't move. Qi Zhongshan chased after him to thank him, and then turned back to continue to accompany him in a daze.

Qi Ming's father died.

How did you die?

when?

How did he die?

When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting side by side with Qi Zhongshan at the foot of the stairs.

"Qi Ming's father is dead," he turned his head, and subconsciously said what he kept repeating in his mind, "Is that what you mean?"

"Yes." Apart from admitting, Qi Zhongshan didn't know what to say.

He suddenly understood why Qi Ming wore all black in such hot weather.

If this was someone else, and it was a normal father-son relationship, maybe he could say something like death can't be resurrected without pain.

But this person is Ling Yifeng.

He is an illegitimate child who is struggling to survive.

It was his biological father who had never fulfilled his parenting duties for a day.

"Do you remember that I told you that a fortune teller said that I was the lone star of the devil," Ling Yifeng slowly got up, and patted the ashes on his pants, "it's really fucking accurate."

"Yifeng."

Qi Zhongshan was interrupted in the middle of his speech.

"Leave me alone," Ling Yifeng dragged the suitcase into the dusty bedroom, and found a series of cleaning tools such as mop and rags that he had just bought at the gate of the community, "Go and see if there is a power outage or water supply."

Qi Zhongshan turned on the light in the living room, walked to the pool on the balcony, and struggled to unscrew the almost completely rusted faucet to test the flow of water: "No, the water is quite large, but it is a bit difficult to unscrew. "

Ling Yifeng nodded, turned to wash his hands and picked up a bucket of water, without making a sound.

Qi Zhongshan also fell silent, took a rag, and wiped the window with the water from the balcony.

There was no communication between the two of them, and one person used a faucet to clean silently.

When cleaning the master bedroom, Ling Yifeng saw the computer desk that Qi Ming used to draw.

Because the desktop computer was not easy to carry, and the three of them were short of money, they had already sold it second-hand.

The vacant position is very conspicuous.

He subconsciously chose to clean there first.

When tidying up the drawer of the computer desk, he found a yellowed letter inside.

The glue on the envelope had cracked automatically, and the paper slid right out of it.

Ling Yifeng hesitated for a while, then spread out the letter.

Even though the letter was placed in a drawer with wooden boards that could keep out the dust, the dust still drifted in through the gaps, and even the shaken out papers were choking.

His violent coughing soon attracted Qi Chongshan, who was cleaning the other bedroom, and gave him some worried breath: "Is the dust too heavy? Otherwise, you should rest first, and I will do the finishing work." .”

"It's okay, look at this." Ling Yifeng coughed and raised the paper in his hand, "It turns out that it's not just the two of us who thought about playing like this. Qi Ming said ten years ago that they had a box under their bed."

Qi Chongshan was taken aback: "You mean that Qi Ming left a letter for Ling Yichen ten years ago?"

"About 11 years ago," Ling Yifeng said, "I found it under a pile of data cable mouse pads, and there were other empty envelopes there. Maybe neither of them remembered putting things here."

"Does this count as opening other people's letters privately? I think it's a bit immoral," Ling Yifeng said while staring at the bed, "but why do I want to see what's under the bed so much?"

Qi Zhongshan didn't make a sound, bent down to take a look, and dragged out a cardboard box from under the bed.

"There are a lot of paintings and some notebooks here," Qi Zhongshan said, "it's scattered here and there, you can take a look."

"This is Qi Ming's drawing back then," Ling Yifeng walked over and clicked his tongue, "Look at his seventeen or eighteen-year-old paintings, and then look at me."

He slowly flipped through the messy drafts and scribbles, and occasionally there were finished works that were carefully drawn, and the paper was full of aura.

Ling Yifeng suddenly had the feeling that he understood Duan Yu.

Maybe Duan Yu didn't mean anything else, he just simply felt that with his talent, he shouldn't give up painting just like that.

He looked at the paintings of Qi Ming, who was not a few years older than himself, and then thought about the fact that he and Ling Yichen did not go to university for further studies, and also delayed most of the time for systematic study. Stone.

The content of the drawing is very rich, including Ling Yifeng who was a child lying there blowing his bangs boredly, a puppy rolling on the lawn, Qi Zhongshan who was practicing the piano seriously like an adult, and more Most of them are Ling Yichen with various painting techniques and angles.

Some were smiling, some were frowning, some were angry at Ling Yifeng who was next to him, some were doing their homework seriously, and some were simply pulled over to be models with a blank face.

At that time, time flowed very slowly, and life was leisurely and fulfilling. The prickly schoolmaster hadn't had time to become Mr. Ling, and the little painter was still the boyfriend who made him stand on the train overnight just to go home and take a look. .

"This man is ashamed to call me," Ling Yifeng said softly, "He paints my brother much more than I paint you."

He put down Qi Ming's painting and squatted aside in a daze.

Qi Zhongshan was not very good at understanding paintings, he casually glanced at the cardboard box, and his attention was drawn away by the fragmented diary inside.

The weather is fine on September 4

Yifeng told me that it would be great if he could write, so that he could write down everything he wanted to say and show it to his brother when he came back.

I'm ashamed, as an adult who can write, I don't know what to say.

……

Each diary is filled with random drawings, if it is more detailed, it can be used as a handbook.

It was also the first time Qi Chongshan knew that Qi Ming was actually such a delicate person, so he couldn't help being a little surprised.

So Yifeng really looks like him, he thought.

Qi Ming intermittently recorded a lot of things that happened when they were children and when he was a teenager, some of which were pure text, and many of them were nine-square cartoons, some of which made Qi Chongshan unable to help but want to laugh.

Ling Yifeng squatted for a while with his head down, and then followed suit.

He never knew that in Qi Ming's eyes, those days were so interesting.

Such a deep feeling can be exhausted in the quarrel, so that he can break it so thoroughly.

Qi Zhongshan sensitively noticed that Ling Yifeng's breathing had become sluggish, and when he turned his head, his eyes were indeed red.

"Although I have no relationship with Qi Yan at all, and he doesn't recognize my son, he has nothing to do with me when he dies," Ling Yifeng said, "but I still have to say, I am really an orphan now. The real meaning There are no fathers and no mothers."

"Then the family that had always existed in my cognition also broke up. Ling Yichen was too busy to see me, and Qi Ming still avoided seeing me." Ling Yifeng's voice was already choked up, "I'm really There is no home."

Qi Zhongshan hugged his shoulders and kissed him lightly at the corner of his eyes.

"Where I am is home." Qi Zhongshan said in his ear, "Will you come with me?"

Ling Yifeng lowered his head without making a sound, raised his hand for a while, and stretched out a little finger.

"Pull the hook."

"Pull the hook."

The author has something to say: long wait.

It was supposed to be updated yesterday, but I was disturbed by Jinjiang's new regulations, so I changed it today. Sorry, I will try to resume daily updates in the future.