Come To My Office After Get Off Work

After get off work, Ji Lianxing didn't go back to Jiang Shu's house. She went to Song's third yard to pack up and prepare to leave tomorrow.

The next morning, it was still raining, Ji Lianxing got up early and rushed to the station.

Her hometown is in a small county not far from N city, and it takes about two hours by high-speed train.

This is the first time to go home in three years. She never went back after her junior year. There are two reasons. She has to work part-time to earn money during the summer vacation. When she goes back during the winter vacation, Ji Siyu's mother always doesn't give her a good look. Over time, Ji Lianxing simply did not go back.

Along the way, we have to pass through another city. The medical conditions are not much different from N city. It is also the place where the uncle was treated before. Now he has given up the treatment and went home. Basically, it is basically the same as what Ji Siyu said, and it will not last long.

Thinking of this, Ji Lianxing panicked.

Two hours later, the high-speed train stopped in Luoer County. Ji Lianxing walked out of the station and found that the small county town was not much different from a few years ago.

Most of the buildings are still old. New buildings are being built in the main city. There are stalls and hawkers on the street. The noodle restaurant is still the same noodle restaurant. The county is going to have a major renovation, and there should be a lot of demolition by then.

But now, it is still a relatively poor county.

Ji Lianxing stopped a tricycle, still pedaling on three wheels.

"Master, how much does it cost to go to Feiqian Village?"

The master's expression is kind, and his fingers are put together to compare a "5".

Ji Lianxing got into the car and sat in the back seat of the tricycle. This was the car that her mother liked to take her when she was a child.

When I was a child, I liked to stare at the driver's feet when I was riding a tricycle. Due to the long-term pedaling, almost every driver's belly and legs were very strong.

This time Ji Lianxing was no exception, staring at his legs in a daze, she found that the tricycle master was getting old, and it was a little hard to kick up and pant heavily.

ten minutes later.

"Miss, it's here." He wiped the sweat from his face, looked at Ji Lianxing a little more, and asked her, "Where did you come back from?"

"N City." Ji Lianxing took out the paper money and handed it to him.

"Not bad, back from the big city."

"Thank you, master, it's hard work." Ji Lianxing didn't chat with him, she had to rush home.

After entering the village, the aunt and aunt cast a scrutinizing look. They are always like this, and the faces of new young people will make their curiosity peak.

"Is that person Ji Fat Girl?" An aunt in the crowd said excitedly, speaking in dialect.

"Yes yes yes! It must be like a water spirit!!"

"The little girl hasn't been fat for a long time, you guys are still talking about other people!" Several aunts looked at Ji Lianxing with a smile, as if to say how they looked so good after three years.

Ji Lianxing could only bite the bullet and say hello. She knew all these people. Zhao Siniang, Wang Erma, and Aunt Fang were all people who had witnessed how fat she was when she was a child.

"It's good to have some." Ji Lianxing also replied to them in dialect.

"Oh." Aunt Fang showed a distressed expression and said, "Did you come back to work on your uncle's business? Your brother really doesn't care about football matters, he is like a second-rate every day." , swaying all day.)

It's been a long time since I came back. How should I put it? Ji Lianxing felt both familiar and unfamiliar when he heard the local dialect. The people in her hometown are much more enthusiastic, which reminded her of the life when she was a child.

"He's always been like this, I can't help it."

After a few words of greeting, Ji Lianxing escaped from everyone's concern.

Their good intentions are accepted, but it is useless to say too much.

Ji Lianxing walked towards the uncle's house. It was a yard. The yard looked a bit shabby, with crazy grass growing like an old man who hadn't shaved for a long time.

Although it is broken, the area is very large. If you have the intention to take care of it a little, it is actually not bad.

The house is a common tile house. Ji Lianxing stepped into the yard and stepped on the moss within a few steps, almost slipping.

The door is open, there is no electric light inside, and although it is daytime, it is a little dark.

"Ji Siyu..." Ji Lianxing called into the room.

Called Ji Siyu's mother again: "Aunt, I'm back."

A woman walked out of the room, about 1.6 meters tall, with a mean face and a sallow complexion. The years have taken away her youth and beauty, leaving only a few prominent wrinkles.

She held a bowl in her hand, which was filled with porridge. She glanced at Ji Lianxing and said displeasedly, "I will come back when I come back. What are you shouting? I don't know how to come in."

Ji Lianxing walked into the room and asked her, "Uncle is in the room?"

"Now that you know you're back? Everyone is going to die. You are really a white-eyed wolf."

Sure enough, that's what it feels like when I get home.

Ji Siyu's mother's name is Wang Xiaoli, and her vitriol can make everyone useless except her precious son.

When she said this to Ji Lianxing, Wang Xiaoli didn't feel anything wrong at all, as if she had forgotten that what she was scolding at the moment was the only person in the village who was admitted to a key university, who is the most promising and the least deserving of being a The person with the white-eyed wolf, because she is much better than Ji Siyu's biological son.

"I—" Ji Lianxing wanted to speak, but he swallowed it again. Forget it, what does she care about? Wang Xiaoli and her uncle were the result of an arranged marriage, and they couldn't get along at all. The relationship between husband and wife has always been poor.

Under Wang Xiaoli's gaze, Ji Lianxing walked towards the bedroom.

Standing at the door, Ji Lianxing took a deep breath, she was afraid that she could not accept the uncle's current appearance.

"Uncle, I'm back." He spoke first, and then entered the room after the voice fell.

The room was dimly lit, and there was a scrawny man lying on the bed. Because of chemotherapy, his hair had fallen out, his cheekbones were bulging, his eyes were tired, and his appearance was too different from what Ji Lianxing remembered.

But it's only been four months, and the disease has turned him from a strong middle-aged man into an extremely weak, at least 30 kilograms thinner.

His breathing became very weak, but his chest was still heaving, and the rhythm of his breathing was quite slow, so slow that he felt like he couldn't catch his breath.

Ji Lianxing's eyes were red, and he said that he was getting better before, but he also said that he was slowly recovering when he called.

"Dad..." Ji Lianxing walked to the edge of the bed, tears falling down, dripping on the pillow.

She saw that his hand was so thin that only bones were left, and he could hold it with one hand, and the back of his hand was full of blue veins.

He closed his eyelids, but his fingers were moving, buzzing a few words, and he didn't know what to say.

"Dad, I'm back." Ji Lianxing held his hand and repeated the words in his ear.

"Hey, darling, chubby." His voice was muddy, his eyes wanted to open but couldn't. Ji Lianxing couldn't stand it any longer, so he turned his back and wiped his tears.

"Don't cry." The uncle stretched out a hand and patted the back of Ji Lianxing's hand a few times, "Dear little fat, what's in the box, go and get some candy."

Hearing "Take the candy", Ji Lianxing couldn't hold back any longer, tears were streaming down his cheeks, his vision became blurred, and the uncle's appearance became fading.

The candy box is a surprise that her uncle always gave her when she was a child. As long as she is unhappy, open the box and there will always be sweet candies in it.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, I'm not filial, it's my fault, Dad, I'm a white-eyed wolf, I should have come back." Ji Lianxing's shoulders trembled badly, and it hurt her heart when she cried, she regretted not looking for the weekend Go home to see him, you shouldn't want to go home because you don't want to see Wang Xiaoli.

She should look at him more and see how healthy he is, how good is that?

There was also a strong medicinal smell on the quilt, and a stench coming from his body, coming from his skin, his organs, and his dying soul.

The uncle understood Ji Lianxing's words, kept shaking his head, and used his remaining strength to pat Ji Lianxing's arm.

"Where, where do I blame you, no, I don't blame you, candy, candy box box, be good." The uncle took a breath, rested for a while, and then said: "In the box box, there is Xinle, look, look. "

There was a letter in the candy box, and Ji Lianxing understood it.

In the cramped and shabby house, the light is dim, and there is a tin box on the old-fashioned wardrobe. Go back more than ten years ago, it is full of candy that Ji Lianxing likes to eat.

White peach, corn, green apple…

Now there are two more flavors, one is the smell of medicine, and the other is the smell of rotting.

In the dim light, Ji Lianxing opened the yellow and white letter, which the uncle wrote to her. Going back 30 years, he was also a cultural person.

[Ji Xiaopang, if you can read this letter, it means that I am not far from Lord Yama. When I wrote this letter, I just got the examination report. The hospital told me that I was in advanced stage. I would need chemotherapy in the future. I should just do chemotherapy. I looked in the mirror for half an hour today and talked to my hair, because I also want to. Say goodbye to them. In fact, death is not terrible. I told you so when your mother left, and I still say it now, even if we leave, we will still be with you. Ji Xiaopang, good baby, your burden is too heavy, and some things should not be borne by you. There is nothing wrong with reading. If you don't read, you can easily become a person like Ji Siyu. The 300,000 yuan from six years ago cannot be called borrowing. Your mother is also my relative. It cannot be said to be borrowed, but given. I am willing to give it. The card in the box still has 30,000 yuan, of which 5,000 yuan is sent to me by your university scholarship, and the remaining 25,000 yuan is your dowry. People are leaving. I guess I can't see you getting married, you must be happy. 】

On the back of the envelope it reads:

[Cremate me, you will keep half of the ashes, and the other half will be sprinkled in the Jin'e River. I will go to your father to play chess. 】

The inscription is not a name, but another line of words: [I still have something to give you, but I can't tell you yet, remember: after you get that thing, you can't soften your heart, it belongs to you. 】

Ji Lianxing burst into tears, and the tears could not be restrained from flowing. He actually wrote this letter a few months ago.

There was also 8,000 yuan from the university scholarship, and she sent 5,000 yuan to let him buy clothes and cigarettes, what he wanted to do, she didn't think too much, just wanted to repay him in the most direct way.

As a result, he didn't have enough money for his own treatment, and he even squeezed out another 25,000 dowry.

She is really the only relative. Ji Lianxing was having difficulty breathing because she cried so much. She was pulled into the deep sea, and she fell infinitely, suffocating.

Why do people who are nice to her leave?

Dad fell into the river when she was six years old fishing and never got up again, obviously everyone said he could swim.

My mother suffered from leukemia in the year of the college entrance examination, so she just walked away.

Now that she has just turned twenty-four, she thinks that life can set sail, at least in her future plans, the uncle is the one who must be happy.

"Are you in such a hurry?" Ji Lianxing leaned on the bedside and cried loudly, "I'll murmur when you leave, no one loves me, loves me and cares about me."

"Little Fatle, I can't wait any longer." The uncle looked at Ji Lianxing, let out his last breath, and said, "Maybe this time, it's true, really, I'm leaving."

The breath was weak, and an extremely gentle wisp of air spit out from the nasal cavity and floated away, leaving nothing.

The room was very quiet, Ji Lianxing lowered his head and held his hand without letting go.

The candy box beside him was full of white peach, corn, and green apple candies, as well as a bank card and a photo of Ji Lianxing as a child.

He was a literary youth of that era and had a retro camera.

Fifteen years ago, Ji Lianxing was crying to find her father that day. The uncle took her to stand under the cherry tree in the village and said to her:

"Ji Xiaopang, I'm your father's brother, don't be afraid, I'm your uncle and your father."

"Come on, let me take a picture of you."

"Your mother bought you such beautiful little leather shoes, it will be cuter when you smile."

"I teach you, say eggplant."

"Eggplant—" The young Ji Lianxing grinned, raised his hand, and compared one.

Her little red leather shoes were left in the photo, as was the person who took the photo.