vernacular

Chapter 56

As early as the beginning of the year, Hefei had been peacefully liberated, but this time it is about Nanjing.

That afternoon, Wei Xueyi almost ran home after school: "Father! Uncle Lin! Can we go back?"

Previously, Wei Qingyun and Lin Zhanyu had been discussing about going back to Nanjing, and after listening to it for a long time, this became Xiaoxiao Yi's mind.

"Yes." Lin Zhanyu was happy, so he put down the newspaper and picked up the boy directly.

After being put down by Lin Zhanyu, the child ran to Wei Qingyun: "Father! That's great!"

The latter was writing at the desk, and when he saw him coming, he put down his pen and asked with a smile, "You left there before you were a year old, and you never went back. What are you happy about?"

The child was stopped by his question, and he was stunned for a moment before he said, "It must be a good thing that Father and Uncle Lin are happy. Then I will be happy."

Wei Qingyun couldn't restrain his smile anymore, and rubbed the child's head: "Why are you so good at talking about scenes? We don't engage in such vain things in our house."

"I'm telling the truth." Seeing that Wei Qingyun questioned him, Wei Xueyi became anxious: "Father, you can't say that about me."

"Okay, silly boy, your father is teasing you." Lin Zhanyu also smiled.

Two months later, the three of them officially embarked on the road back to Nanjing.

"Shopkeeper, let's go." At the side of the station, accompanied by the noise of people coming and going, Wei Qingyun held the luggage in one hand, and held the hand of shopkeeper Wu with the other.

"Okay." After years passed, shopkeeper Wu who came to see him off had white hair on his sideburns and lines around his eyes: "Cheng Qi wrote a letter two days ago saying that he and Brother Xiao Qiao went north."

"He's a good boy." Wei Qingyun sighed, "You can rest assured."

"I have nothing to worry about." Shopkeeper Wu smiled indifferently but contentedly.

"Brother!" Lin Zhanyu stepped forward and nodded to shopkeeper Wu: "Let's go, the train will leave soon."

"We will keep in touch in the future." Shopkeeper Wu smiled and patted Lin Zhanyu's arm.

"Let's go." Wei Qingyun called out to Wei Xueyi who was saying goodbye to Wu Chengren, and took a few more bags from Lin Zhanyu.

The roar of the train was heard, and Lin Zhanyu sat by the window and looked at the crowd of seeing off, and suddenly thought of the scene many years ago.

At that time, he was still a young man with a sensitive mind who had not entered the world, and was tormented by the sorrow and desolation of parting.Now looking at the people around him, Lin Zhanyu felt very stable.

"Xueyi, do you know what is the most precious thing in this world?" He suddenly asked.

The child sitting opposite thought for a while: "Gold and silver treasures. I heard people say that money is the most important thing."

"Nonsense." Wei Qingyun patted him on the forehead: "Who taught you?"

Lin Zhanyu also denied, "Think again."

Wei Xueyi tried his best to eat milk, and after digging his stomach, he finally squeezed out a four-character idiom between his teeth: "Fame goes down in history."

Lin Zhanyu shook his head, determined not to embarrass the child anymore: "Uncle told you, it's the word 'sincere'."

"Sincerely?" Wei Xueyi opened his eyes wide.

Seeing that the child was puzzled, Wei Qingyun smiled and said, "You will understand in the future. Whether it is gold or silver, or power, nothing can compare to a person who is willing to treat you with sincerity and do things with sincerity."

"But before, I saw a lot of people doing it for themselves..." Wei Xueyi was interrupted by Lin Zhanyu before he could say it.

This person naturally knew the child's confusion, so he said softly: "In private, only by planting good causes can we get good results. In public, the private ones last for a while, and the public ones last forever."

After returning to Nanjing, Lin Zhanyu and Wei Qingyun found the alley where Qiao's house was located back then according to their memories.It had already been destroyed by artillery, and the two stood there with their children for a long time.

"Brother, let's go to the cemetery outside the city and erect a monument for Master and sister-in-law." On the way back, Lin Zhanyu suggested.

"Okay." Wei Qingyun's eyes turned red.

In the fall of this year, Wei Xueyi was in middle school, and Lin Zhanyu still rode his bicycle back and forth to pick him up and drop him off every day.The young boy hadn't reached the age to grow tall, standing next to Lin Zhanyu didn't even reach his shoulders, and a few crisp goodbyes in a trance would make the man called Uncle Lin have some illusions.

The world is a big dream, as if there has never been a war in the past few decades.

However, Lin Zhanyu knew that what the thin back of the young man took away was the real time, the ten years they wandered and tossed and tossed.

Hu'er rides a jackal and never bows to his strengths.It was also more than ten years when the ordinary people took up the righteousness of their family and country with their flesh and blood as duckweed.

"Uncle Lin!" After coming out of the school, he saw Lin Zhanyu from a distance, and the boy ran over.

"Come up." Lin Zhanyu pointed to the seat behind him.

Wei Xueyi jumped up and looked at the construction site in the distance: "What are they doing?"

"It's building a house." Lin Zhanyu got on the bike and said with a smile, "It's so safe and stable, how wonderful."

"Uncle, don't forget that I will also build a house in the future." The twelve or thirteen-year-old boy suddenly became serious, and he said to Lin Zhanyu solemnly: "I want to build a big house for you and my dad to live in." go in."

"Okay." Lin Zhanyu was amused by him: "I've been waiting."

"Uncle, don't you believe me?" Wei Xueyi was unwilling, and grabbed Lin Zhanyu's coat with both hands: "Uncle Lin, believe me, I can definitely do it."

This young man who looked like a grown-up said that he was full of ambition: "There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which shelters the world's poor and happy people. I read it from the book."

"I believe in you." Lin Zhanyu turned a corner on his bicycle, stretched his long legs, and stopped firmly at the door of a shop: "Young man, go buy five sesame cakes."

"Okay." The boy took the change from Lin Zhanyu, and ran over bouncing around.

The school is not far from their new residence. After buying food, they rode for about 10 minutes to get home.

"Father! I'm back!" Before Lin Zhanyu could stop, Wei Xueyi rushed out.He ran up to the old apartment building, put the biscuits in the kitchen, dropped his schoolbag and disappeared without a trace.

"Don't forget to come back for dinner!" Lin Zhanyu parked his bicycle and walked up, his eyes following the young man's figure, and he asked helplessly.

The child's appearance was similar to his father's, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a gray cotton shirt that was hardly styled covered his thin figure, and he had a physique that would not make him fat no matter how much he ate.

Every time he saw Wei Xueyi running wildly outside, Lin Zhanyu would subconsciously think, the elder brother must have been such a carefree young man when he was young, right?

However, when he sees Senior Brother Wei again, he knows that whether he is vigorous or calm and introverted, it will not change even if he is gray-haired and faltering in the future: this person is Senior Brother Wei who has stood by his side for ten years on the stage, and he is in the audience. Wei Qingyun, who has always been on the tip of his heart.

"This kid, why can't he just stay at home for a while?" Wei Qingyun, who was standing at the door of the house, frowned.

"He's still young, it's not unusual for him to love to play and make trouble." Lin Zhanyu pushed Wei Qingyun into the room, turned around and closed the door: "I'll cook."

However, unlike before, Wei Qingyun followed him into the kitchen.

"The place is too small, go out quickly." Lin Zhanyu rolled up his sleeves and tied up his apron: "You are here, how can I work?"

Wei Qingyun was holding the folding fan that Lin Zhanyu had given him earlier, and instead of responding to his words, he looked him up and finally sighed: "I have been hanging on my heart for a long time since I met you, and now I can let it go."

"Why?" Lin Zhanyu asked with a smile, "Is there anything I can make you worry about?"

Wei Qingyun looked at the radiant young man, but what he thought of in his mind was the stubborn boy back then.

He smiled and narrowed his eyes: "You have always said that you want to leave since you were a child. In the early years, I was worried about whether you, a child of such a young age, would be bullied when you went out, and what would you do to live on. Later, the world was too chaotic, and I was even more worried. I'm afraid, afraid that you will be in danger, afraid that once you leave, you will never come back."

"You can really rest assured." Lin Zhanyu pursed his lips and smiled.He moved closer: "From now on, you and Xueyi will be fine, and so will I."

Wei Qingyun stared at him, and finally laughed out loud: "Why are you so sensible all of a sudden? I'm not used to it yet."

"Suddenly?" Lin Zhanyu pretended to be dissatisfied and disappointed: "Where am I like this now? Do you have a bad memory, or do you not care about me at all?"

Wei Qingjun expressed his disapproval of his behavior of "biting words": "I care a lot."

"Really? I don't believe it." Lin Zhanyu put the washed vegetables on the cutting board, cut and said, "I even remember the time when we first met, but I think you forgot."

"Just kidding, how can I not remember?" Wei Qingjun rubbed the top of Lin Zhanyu's hair with a smile: "It was winter at that time, and I was memorizing "Eight Fan Screens". There is a cinnabar mole', I heard a crackling sound. As soon as I looked up..."

He suddenly stopped talking, causing Lin Zhanyu's heart to hang in his throat, unable to get up or down, he quickly grabbed his sleeve and asked, "What happened when you raised your head?"

Wei Qingyun said slowly, "As soon as I looked up, I saw a sister Lin fell from the sky."

Lin Zhanyu blushed: "Did you miss the girl crazy? Where did Sister Lin come from?"

Wei Qingyun stretched out his hand, and picked Lin Zhanyu's chin with a folding fan: "Such a beauty, even if you think about it, it can't be inferior to that other fairyland."

Lin Zhanyu's tongue was tied up, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "As expected of talking jokes, it's really not forgiving." He put the cut vegetables on the plate, stretched out his hand and gently twisted Wei Qingyun's back waist : "Calm down, Xueyi is still standing there."

Wei Qingyun glanced downstairs: "He and his classmates are having fun, how can he care about us?"

After that, he moved closer and slowly pressed Lin Zhanyu's lips.

Lin Zhanyu pushed him away, his gaze stayed between his brows and eyes for a long time, and he blurted out in a strange way: "I'm sorry."

These were the words he had held back in his heart for many years. He knew that he owed Wei Qingyun an apology for his willful and reckless behavior when he was young in the wandering years of the past, but he never found a suitable opportunity.

After all, Lin Zhanyu smiled embarrassedly: "Brother, I..."

"What are you sorry for?" Wei Qingyun looked him up and down, deliberately took half a step back, and joked, "Could it be that someone is outside?"

"Why are you making fun of me with this?" Lin Zhanyu leaned towards Wei Qingyun's direction, and whispered: "You said that if I dare to find someone else, you will castrate me yourself. I dare not forget."

"Oh?" Wei Qingyun raised his eyebrows, and then made an inch of it: "Then what if I have someone else?"

Lin Zhanyu was amused by him, and pretended to grit his teeth: "You can find it as you like, and I won't stop it. It's just that you don't want to take Xueyi away. A fox spirit can't teach children well."

Wei Qingyun smiled heartily: "I can't say no to you."

Wearing a gray cloth coat, he stood by the door until Lin Zhanyu had finished cooking and said, "Do you remember? I sent a letter to Hong Kong a while ago, and wanted to contact Mr. He and ask him if he is healthy now."

"Remember, how is it?" The latter put the dishes on the plate.

"The reply letter from the people over there arrived this afternoon, saying that he had passed away last year. The person who signed the letter, He Yun, claimed to be the eldest son of Fourth Master He, the nephew of Master He, and the current leader of the He family's property." Wei Qingyun said in a low voice.

"That's it." Lin Zhanyu untied his apron: "The old man has lived a long life, and he started well and ended well."

Wei Qingyun didn't speak, but walked out with a plate.

Lin Zhanyu opened the window and shouted downstairs: "Wei Xueyi! Eat!"

The warm sunshine shines into the room and blows on people, giving them infinite warmth.

Vernacular · end of text

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This article is empty and has nothing to do with real history. Regarding the development experience of Nanjing vernacular, I put the experience of its founder Mr. Qian Tianxiao before 1937 on Boss Qiao, and I put the experience after that on Wei Qingyun and Lin Zhanyu body, explain here

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The public is eternal, and the private is temporary.From "Yao Tai Ming"