So lazy, how can you become a fairy

Chapter 80 Those happy times, I will never forget!

"Should I just go in?"

Hei Yang looked at Hei Changhong suspiciously, and said cautiously, "Second grandfather and brother Heichen, what is their specific situation?
If a stranger like me appeared in front of them rashly, would it stimulate their spirits? "

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that."

Hei Changhong sighed and gently opened the door: "In short, you will understand when you see them."

"Um……"

Hei Yang nodded and followed Hei Changhong into the house.

The temperature in the hut is moderate, the air is fresh, and the morning sun shines through the windows on the old and young sitting quietly.

Several Hei family elders of Heiyang's uncle and aunt's generation gently shuttled through the house, skillfully cleaning and tidying up.

An old woman who looked no less than sixty was bent over with difficulty, holding a bowl of steaming soup, with a bright smile like a girl on her face: "Dad, open your mouth, ah—"

The old man called Dad turned his head and stared straight at the old woman. His eyes were 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 a small spoon of soup: "Try again!"

"Heh, hehe..."

The old man is like a child who has been praised, with a murky laughter and a chaotic light in his eyes.

On the other side, the same old woman gently wiped away the food residue from the corner of the mouth of the dull-faced young man, murmuring like a dream: "Black water, big sailboat, Xiaochen carrying my family, swaying, A small broken bridge leads to a beautiful dream with family..."

The melody is not very beautiful, but the woman's voice is very gentle, just like coaxing her son to sleep when he was a child, only wishing to add some ripples to his empty eyes.

But no matter what the woman did, the young man was unmoved. His expression gave people a feeling of being separated from the world, his eyes seemed to be a small beast, or some other creature...

It's like everything, but it's not like Hei Chen, the former head of the Hei family.

Hei Yang looked at the room quietly, and felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little suffocating for a while, but it took him a long time to react. It turned out that he had never dared to breathe.

"I still remember when I was young, the thing I was most afraid of was my grandfather."

Hei Changhong whispered softly: "It's not that he likes to beat and scold children, but there is always a fearful majesty about him, that is the sense of oppression of the head of the family.

After that incident, Grandpa seemed to suddenly become gentle, no longer oppressive, but still solemn in character.

Mental decline is a child, and he also looks like he doesn't cry or make trouble, quiet, as if he doesn't want us to worry about it.

But I really want grandpa to trouble us..."

"It's also my second grandfather."

Hei Yang nodded lightly and looked at the sluggish young man: "Brother Heichen, his condition seems...gives me a more serious feeling..."

"Who knows?"

Hei Changhong took a deep breath and fell into memory: "Since that day, it has been like this. Sometimes everyone suspects that Brother Heichen is no longer there, and the rest is just a body..."

Hei Changhong was forced to stop halfway through his words.

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 reddish eyes, which made him feel a heavy pressure.

The Adam's apple moved up and down subconsciously, and beads of sweat fell from the top of Hei Changhong's head. His voice was hoarse, and his face was apologetic: "I'm really sorry, Aunt Jia, I didn't mean to say..."

"My son is still alive."

The old woman called Jiayi 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..."

"Clear your eyes next time!"

The old woman snorted coldly, turned to look at her son, her eyes turned into gentle water again, and kindness seemed to drown him.

Ignoring the embarrassed Hei Changhong, Hei Yang gently walked over to the second grandfather and called out, "Second grandfather?"

"You are……"

The second grandfather turned his head suspiciously: "Brother Xiaofeng?"

"Hei Xiaofeng is my grandfather."

"Then who are you, Mu Guang?"

"That's my dad."

"oh, I see……"

The second grandfather nodded thoughtfully: "You are Mu Guang's son..."

"Dad, are you awake again?"

The old woman's eyes lit up and she called out in surprise, "I'm Xiaoran!"

"what---"

The second grandfather ignored the old woman, but was thinking about something: "Well, Muguang's son, if you say that, I should call you brother!"

"Nah."

Hei Yang smiled bitterly: "I am your grandson, how can I become a younger brother?"

"No, no, no."

The second grandpa solemnly retorted: "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 the child of my black family?Who is your father, let him come to me, but I want to see how he taught the child, how he taught such a handsome child to be a little fool! "

Hei Yang: "..."

However, although……

Second grandpa praises me for being handsome!
"That, second grandpa..."

Hei Yang whispered: "It's me, Xiao Yang, I hugged you when I was a kid!"

"Oh!"

The second grandfather suddenly realized: "It's Xiaoyang!"

"Ah."

Hei Yang nodded and said happily, "Do you remember?"

"Then how could I forget!"

The second grandfather patted Heiyang's head kindly, and sighed: "I haven't seen each other for so many years, and my grandfather can't recognize it. My little Yang has grown into a big girl!"

Hei Yang: "???"

No, he looks a little crooked, doesn't he?

"Cough cough..."

Hei Yang coughed twice and pointed to himself: "Grandpa, I, Hei Yang, handsome guy!"

"what?"

The second grandfather was startled: "Is there any such person in my Hei family? I think about it...

Dad's daughter is called uncle, aunt's grandmother is called grandson..."

"It's a bit serious..."

The corners of Hei Yang's mouth twitched, and he turned to look at the old woman beside him. The latter smiled helplessly: "Dad, he was quite sober at first, but later he became more and more confused..."

"Well……"

Hei Yang thought about it for a while, took out an Aoye Pill, and gently divided it into two halves, and then divided the two halves into two halves.

Under the puzzled eyes of the old woman, Hei Yang gently put a quarter of the Aoye Dan into the soup and nodded to her: "You can try it, even if it doesn't work, it won't have any adverse effects, I believe I!"

"..."

The old woman was stunned for a moment, stirring the spoon hesitantly, and finally nodded lightly: "Dad, the soup is getting cold, ah—"

"what---"

Seeing that the second grandfather, under the care of his aunt, drank the soup in one gulp, Hei Yang turned his head, and saw the stunned appearance of his cousin Hei Chen.

For a time, Hei Yang felt a little heavy. Death and forgetting were topics he didn't want to talk about.

He thought about the faces of many people, and the smiling faces of relatives and friends in this life were the clearest.

Going forward, even the old woman who handed him the soup on the bridge still had a bit of an impression.

Thinking back to the past...

Well, in the countless textbooks and questions, there are still two pairs of faces that are gradually blurred.

They said, "You don't have to worry about anything, just study hard. Before you leave school, we will have everything in your life..."

Those were the parents of the previous life. Although he was dissatisfied with their education method, he still did not want to forget them.

He touched his chest, and there was a diary stuffed there, the one that Hongli had coveted for a long time. He always carried it with him, afraid of throwing it away.

For the first few years, he was always afraid of being "assimilated" by this world, afraid of forgetting things that he did not belong to this world.

He thought about it, and quickly recorded the bits and pieces of his previous life to remind himself at all times.

But then, why did he stop keeping a diary?
Oh, by the way, it was when I felt that my parents cared for him...

It was when I realized that my younger siblings depended on me...

It was that girl who sweetly called him Brother Heiyang, frolicking with him, fighting wits and courage together, and growing up together...

It's time to feel the warmth of this world...

He didn't want to forget too much!
Past life parents, present life parents...

Xiaolong, Xiaohui, Xiaoqi sister...

And the girl who always shouted "Hei Yang, are you going to die?" in exasperation...

Hei Yang couldn't help but smile, but the corners of his eyes felt a little wet.

[Heiyang: Xiaoli. 】

[Hongli: Huh? 】

[Heiyang: It's okay. 】

[Hongli: ? 】

The soup in the bowl gradually bottomed out, and the old woman beat her sore legs, ready to get up to clean up the bowl and spoon.

"Little dye..."

A pair of dry hands touched the old woman's gray and sparse hair, she raised her head in a daze, and saw her father looking at her like before...

(End of this chapter)