Why be serious

Chapter 10 Chapter 10

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I can't tell what thought is guiding me, where it comes from, or why.Maybe it's because I went to Mokju to see the ruins after the war, the wailing and the corpses, the mother and uncle who died in the war...or the book.

In the end, my aunt couldn't hold back me, so she begged Rong En to release me.Rong En didn't agree.

I was reading in the study, and I couldn't stand it, so I started rummaging through the boxes and cabinets.I opened the desk and cabinet, and a manuscript fell out.Exactly what I wrote about Pulp Fiction.

There are also some other things in the cabinet, educational books, photos of my mother, me and Rong En, and a calligraphy practice book.

Xia Hui's calligraphy practice book.The first page is "One", "Two", "Three" written like a child's handwriting... Then "Rong En", and then "Xiahui".He practiced calligraphy, first learning to write Rong En's name, and then himself.I think he really loves Jung Eun.

In fact, I really don't need to stay here anymore.

Xia Hui knocked on my door again, urging me to eat.This time I didn't answer him.

I can't remember what happened after that, it seems that my aunt opened the door and beat and scolded me, and I seemed to be sent to the hospital.Later, the time for the technical training class passed, and I was disheartened.

After leaving the hospital I had another idea.

I said to my aunt, "I'd better go to England."

She said cautiously: "Are you still angry with your father?"

I said, "I'll take grandma and grandpa with me. Are you coming too?"

Auntie turned pale with shock: "You don't plan to come back?"

"It's true what I say," I said. "I'm not a business guy. I want to keep studying. Probably won't come back. It's no fun here."

I said the same thing to Rong En.He had a big fight with me again.

I told him that I compromised and that he should also step back.

He said: "You are fooling around!" He meant to imprison me again.

At this time, my grandfather spoke, and he said he listened to me.

The living room was silent.Rong En looked at his grandfather, and for some reason suddenly sank down.He said, "Go, go!"

In the end, my aunt did not go to England with me, but secretly gave me a sum of money.She said she couldn't bear Rong En.

Xia Hui stayed at Rong's house, I guess it was because I took away my grandparents and no one took care of little Bao Yingying.

On the day he left, he asked me, "Have you finished your story?"

I don't think this question makes much sense.

I just said, "Give me the aria, I've never heard it."

In [-], when I obtained my Ph.D., my grandmother and grandfather passed away one after another.I sent a funeral report home.The person who replied to me was my aunt, she said that everything is fine at home, don't read.

For the next forty years, I never returned to the East.Until eight or nine years ago, I received an urgent report from my family: my aunt is critically ill, please return quickly.

When I hurried back to Huzhou, I found that Huzhou had changed a lot.The buildings are taller and more numerous, and people dress in colorful clothes.It took me a lot of time before I found the dilapidated Rong family mansion.

I knocked on the door, and after a while, a middle-aged man appeared.

"Nong Saning?" The puzzled look in the middle-aged man's eyes made me uncomfortable, he could no longer recognize me.What surprised me even more was the shadow of Xiaobao on his old, wrinkled face.

"I'm Rong Hui," I said, "Xiao Bao, is that you?"

The Rong family is empty, many of the decorations in the house are still the same as the year I left, but they are all dirty and worn out.

Xiao Bao said: "My aunt has already left, you didn't have time. Go and pay your respects."

I kowtowed in the mourning hall.Facing the portrait, I didn't say anything.Nothing needs to be said.

Xiaobao led me out of the mourning hall, and went to the kitchen to serve two bowls of noodles.We ate and talked face to face.

I asked him, "Is Rong En dead?"

Xiaobao said, "I don't know."

I was shocked and asked, "What's going on?"

He said, after you left, grandpa also left.

"When you left, grandpa went crazy for some reason. He sold the business and left the money to the family, but he disappeared overnight, leaving only a letter telling us not to tell you. God knows what happened to grandpa, he Be crazy. Once grandpa left, no one could find him. Some said he joined the army, some said he went abroad, some said he became a beggar! Auntie and Mr. Xia ran around to inquire. The next year, Mr. Xia fell ill It was very heavy, and within a few years, he was gone. I was ten years old that year, and my aunt pulled me and my sister to grow up. She kept thinking about you, but you didn’t want to come back. Later, my sister was admitted to a women’s university and graduated. Ye worked as a teacher in Muzhou, married there, and lived a good life. I didn’t go to university, so I married a wife, and the two of them started a small business to make a living.” Xiaobao said, half of Huzhou The words are half Mandarin.He has completely lost his northern accent.

Xiaobao said, after Rong En and I left, we never came back.There are only women, patients and children left in the family. Like a child walking in a busy city with gold, they have a very difficult life.

He said that he hated me, and also hated Rong En.

"If you hadn't left one after another, this family wouldn't have broken up," Xiao Bao said while eating noodles, "Where did you say grandpa went? Why did he go? Why didn't he come back?"

I said, I don't know.

Xiaobao shook his head: "Forget it! It's all in the past, don't mention it. How have you been living abroad these years? I'll call later and tell my sister to come back tomorrow. Let's have a dinner and get together before going to summer." Let's take a look at Mr.'s grave. My daughter-in-law has taken the child back to her mother's house in the countryside, and she won't be able to come back for a while..."

Xiaobao went to make a phone call, and I wandered around the courtyard of the Rong family, and then returned to the study on the second floor.

The study is still the same as when I left, even the cabinet that I dismantled was placed on the ground as it was, with a thick layer of dust on it.

I saw my manuscript again, already yellow and old, and various photos of my family, and a book of essays I had never seen before.

I glanced at a page—it turned out to be Rong En's handwriting.

He wrote: "He is really like me. I am old, but I am also him." The time is [-].

I almost shed tears.

Xia Hui's handwriting practice book is still there, I flipped through it tremblingly, and found that there was an extra lyric on the last page:

It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming all over the place, and they are all ruined like this. If there is a beautiful day, no matter what the day is, it will be a pleasure to enjoy someone's courtyard.Flying in the morning and rolling in the evening, clouds and green pavilions, rain and wind, smoke and waves painting boats, the people of Jinping look at this time so cheap...

He sang this phrase to me the day I left.

I suddenly didn't know who I loved.

Xiaobao called me outside the door: "Why don't we go to the grave first, my sister can't get through on the phone, so I will call later..."

I wiped my tears and replied, "That's fine."

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