Mr.Lu, don't mess around

When the plane landed, the voice of the stewardess interrupted Qin Yihuan's thoughts. After a pause, she couldn't help laughing. Let them all go.

Out of the airport, Qin Yihuan stopped a taxi parked on the side of the road. At this time, the sky is darkening. The dusk of this city seems colder than that of Lan City.

The driver was reluctant to run a long distance. After listening to the destination, he wanted to refuse the order. Finally, Qin Yihuan offered to add another 100 yuan before he agreed.

The car directly on the highway, the holly in the isolation zone was cut flat, because the speed is fast, in the dim night, those plants arranged in order are like fences, almost connected together.

And the orange dots, reflecting the light of the car lights, form a long and lonely queue.

The taxi driver has been singing, the effect of the CD in the car is not good, there is a little card in the middle of the song, accompanied by a slight squeak.

It's an old song, repeated over and over again:

"Waiting for you to love me... Love me... Even once is enough. Waiting for you to love me... Love me... Maybe only once can last forever.

Whether love will have torture, but I don't admit that I'm destined to wait for you enough, so I can be more happy. When you say to me one day, I'll wait here, waiting for you to love me... Waiting for you to love me... "

This is a very vulgar song, like the theme song of a TV play many years ago.

So persistent, so firm, but who will have enough courage, really love to the end.

The night of Lincheng Town, in the little lights, is particularly beautiful.

Qin Yihuan has never been back since his grandfather died.

Following the memory, he walked down the bridge and stood in the familiar lane. The sound of the TV sets in the houses on both sides was faintly audible, but Qin Yihuan did not dare to go any further, even one step.

She knew clearly in her heart that all that would never happen again, all that she had ever had.

Her family, and the grandfather who loves her most, are gone.

The clear winter sky is full of bright stars, but the cold wind makes her hands and feet cold.

After her grandfather died, she was taken back to the so-called home by her father.

Qin Yihuan didn't know at that time that the home was quite different from the one in her image.

Her biological mother has been driven out of the house, and now Mrs. Qin is still with a girl. As soon as she comes home, her father, who loved her and loved her, forces her to call her mother.

And for their mother and daughter bullying her behavior, turn a blind eye to, Qin Yihuan at that time only feel their world is gray, the sky is about to fall.

Later, when her mother was seriously ill, her so-called father ignored her. She begged for a long time and got 50000 yuan for emergency.

In order to repay the 50000 yuan, Qin Yihuan later sold the old house that he had lived with his grandfather for decades.

There is also a little pension given by the town, and a little money she has saved over the years. She pieced together all the money used for medical expenses, saved it back to the bank card, and then returned it to her father.

Qin Yihuan should not owe a dime, nor should her grandfather. For that person, for that matter, she didn't want her grandfather to have any humiliating gesture.

That's her debt to her grandfather. She can't even keep her last home. She has to use their home in exchange for his final dignity.

But it was the place where she lived with her grandfather for nearly 20 years. After going to university, every winter and summer vacation, the days when she went home always felt precious.

Every time I go home and see a corner of the building behind the wall, I feel suddenly relaxed.

Because she's coming home.

No matter how hard or tired she is outside, she can always bear the humiliation as long as she thinks of home and home.

Because as long as there is a home and her home is there, there will always be a warm light waiting for her.

No matter when, no matter where, no matter how far she finally went, because she knew that her grandfather would be at home, waiting for her at home.

But now, she has no home.

She had to sell it in exchange for her only dignity.

On the day of selling the house, Qin Yihuan didn't cry, but she really knew and experienced what it was like to be heartbroken.

Since she was born, she has lived in that small building. She knows that in every step and every window, what she remembers is her time with her grandfather.

She knew that every cupboard door and every chair in the house left her grandfather's fingerprints.

That's what she values most, and that's all she has left.

But Qin Yihuan couldn't even keep the memory. She had to sell out when there was no way to go.

It was then that she really understood what despair was and what fragmentation was.

She sold what she cherished most, but she lost it forever.

In fact, in so many years, Ling huohuohuo has also asked Qin Yihuan if he wants to bring Qiao Qiao and orange back to have a look, but every time Qin Yihuan just shakes his head.

Because Qin Yihuan knew that after she sold the house, she never had the face to come back and face everything she had with her grandfather.

Come back to face the best and happiest time, to face the warmest and warmest memory.

After returning home this time, Qin Yihuan also thought about buying the house back, but when someone came, they didn't agree to sell it, so they had to give up.

Qin Yihuan thought for a while, then dragged the box back to the bridge.

The stone slab on the bridge fence is as cold as ice. It seems that many years ago, she was still the little girl. She left school and forgot her key, so she had to sit here waiting for her grandfather to come back.

She knew that as long as he waited a little longer, my grandfather would push his bicycle and walk up the bridge from the other side of the bridge, and the familiar figure would appear in the field of vision little by little.

The river is silent, the wind is very cold, the river reflects the lights of people on both sides, rippling with warm orange halo.

But now no one will come back and open the door for her. There is no light to remind her that it will be her home.

So many years, the most difficult, the most difficult time, she also had tears, hiding in the quilt, quietly crying, but no one, with a gentle palm, wipe away tears for her.

After all these years, she came back here with nothing. Empty handed, physically and mentally tired, nothing, even a heart, have become ashes.

Qin Yihuan didn't know how long he had been sitting there, until the lights of other people in the distance went out one by one. The night was as thick as ink, and the wind was so cold.