Those years when I was liked by green tea Alpha pack O

Chapter 82

After the first year of high school, Chen Yan moved out of the house. It was a cloudy day. He packed up the few things in the room, pulled a suitcase just above his knees, and threw away the locked photo album in the bedside table. After entering, he took some clothes and slammed the door out.

The Chen family rented a house for him on Chengbei Road. The house is not too close to the high school, but these are all harmless.

He was late at home on weekdays, and the head teacher cared about him at first, but later he didn't even look at him, so whether he lived in the east district or in the remote south district, it didn't make any difference to Chen Yan.

In the empty residential area in the north of the city, Chen Hao looked at the old photos in the album, some were group photos, some were single photos, but what was never missing in the photos was a gentle and elegant woman, she was none other than Chen Hao His aunt, his mother's sister.

It's just that the person he loved the most in his life died tragically many years ago, or when he was five years old.

It is strange that few people of his age can explain what happened when he was five years old, but Chen Hao is different. Chen Hao can always recall the past between him and his aunt. The reason for this may be because , his mother was too strict with him, and the so-called father hadn't seen him for a long time, only his aunt, in my impression, was the best and gentlest person he had ever seen.

My aunt's name is Autumn Leaf Dance, and she also recited a poem, which reads, "There is nothing to do for ten days behind closed doors, and Qiu Yewu sits facing the empty courtyard."

In Chen Hao's view, the Autumn Leaf Dance is like an image. When he mentions these three words, the picture of the bleak maple leaves will first appear in his mind. Dancer, landing gracefully.

He remembered that when he was in the Qiu family's home, there was a studio upstairs where Qiu Yewu was alone.She let him make trouble in the studio, the paint was scattered everywhere, and every time Chen Yan came, the room was always a mess.

And in his spare time, he can always see Qiuyewu flipping out a book on the small bookshelf beside him, with a photo in it, looking like a baby.

Chen Hao knew that Qiuyewu had another child, who was also born in October, and he happened to be two years older than that little cousin, but the strange thing was that since he could remember, he didn't have that little cousin in his memory. Memory, and the only memory, comes from Akiba Dance.

"Auntie, who is he?" Chen Yan asked, leaning on Qiu Yewu's shoulder.

"It's my aunt's child." When looking at Chen Yan, Qiu Yewu's pale face and lips were light pink, and the walking dead seemed to have a little life.

"Auntie's child?"

"His name is Ye Xuan, and he is two years younger than Xiao Yan. Look, isn't he very good-looking? Doesn't he look very similar to our Xiao Yan?"

"My brother is so cute." At that time, Chen Hao felt that the photos were difficult to distinguish. After all, what can such a small baby see?It's just that when he was young, he subtly understood the way of loving the house and black. He blinked and asked, "Why isn't he with Auntie now?"

Chen Hao believes that just like he needs to live with his mother, this younger brother should live with his aunt.

Qiu Ye Wu was silent, she raised her head sullenly and stared at the unlit chandelier on the ceiling without blinking.

Chen Yan followed her gaze, and then heard her say in a trembling voice: "Someday, another day, I will bring Xiaoyan to play with Xiaozhu."

A promise is made, but it's just a promise, and promises often don't come true.

When mentioning Qiuye Wu again, Chen Hao heard his mother say: "Your aunt is getting married."

"Is auntie not married?" He asked confusedly.

Doesn't aunt already have a child?He thought his aunt was married.

In fact, Chen Hao had never thought about this problem before.He always thought that having a child meant that he was married, but thinking about it carefully, he had never seen that cousin. For such a long time, his understanding of that person was limited to one photo.

A photo of a baby who never grew up.

Chen Yan fantasized about how this cousin would look like when he was his age, and also fantasized about meeting him for the first time. He even carefully selected a gift in private to give to his aunt's child, but from the beginning to the end, he never had a chance.

Autumn Leaf Dance is like a fallen leaf from the warm-colored red maple branch.

He cried and shouted to call other people, but standing between the tables, looking at the dazzling lights and grinning faces, listening to his mother's accusation and his father's displeasure, for a moment, Chen Hao was a little confused.

It wasn't until someone hurriedly called out his grandfather who was chatting with people with a smirk, that all this gradually came to an end.

If the red thing is not done, it is the so-called white matter.

Chen Yan heard this sentence from the nanny who has been taking care of Qiu Yewu in the old house of Qiu's family.

What can a person's departure change?

Nothing can be changed, except that the originally tacit engagement banquet was cancelled.

When Chen Yan came to the studio where he stayed with Qiu Ye Wu again, a stranger appeared. He was lying on a girl in school uniform. Under the two of them was the rocking chair that Qiu Ye Wu often leaned on.

"Damn! Push the bastard!" The man didn't seem to expect someone to come, he pushed the girl under him away, and pulled up the loose pants.

The man's tone was not kind, and he squinted his eyes: "Sister's son?"

Chen Yan frowned: "Who are you? What are you... doing."

The studio was in a mess, but there was no paint, only overturned bookshelves and books scattered all over the floor. Some paintings were even scratched without hesitation and discarded on the ground at will.

"It's so stupid, the labor and management of this dead man's house is still unlucky." The man grabbed a girl, "You go out."

The girl didn't say anything, she just glanced at Chen Yan in fear, pulled up the buttons on her body, straightened her hair, opened the door in a panic and went out.

The man said, "Just now..."

"I'm here to get things." Chen Yan said quickly with no expression on his face, "Are you my uncle?"

"You're smart." The man said with dark circles under his eyes, "You look for it, I'm out."

He straightened his clothes, kicked away the notebook at his feet, and walked out of the studio without looking back, as if nothing had happened, leaving Chen Yan standing there staring blankly. paintings and books.

After standing for an unknown amount of time, Chen Yan walked over. He picked up the not-so-thick notebook on the floor. He didn't realize it was a diary until he opened it, but he couldn't fully understand it except for a few words. However, that day When he left the Qiu family's old house, he still brought his notebook and the broken photo album with him.

That dusty diary...it wasn't until he was ten years old that he could read every word completely, and he had read it countless times during these more than 1000 days and nights.

At the beginning of the diary, the date was recorded, and sometimes nothing was written, it was just a simple stick figure, but in the later period, there were fewer and fewer things recorded, and the original happiness disappeared.

Chen Yan knew that my aunt fell in love with her senior, and she liked a top student in the physics department. She would feel entangled in not knowing how to confess, and she would also be happy to be pregnant with that person's child.They once said that they would get married and go to the southernmost island to take a look. They also said that they would open a studio together and live a happy life.

But none of this came true, and the man surnamed Ye appeared less and less frequently, replaced by the name Xiao Pian.

May 2004, 3 sunny

Names: Ye Xuan, Ye Jun, Ye Xuxing, Ye Zhou, Ye Jingqiu, Ye Gui, Ye Fei...

It's so hard to come up with a name!I almost don't know the word Ye.The child's father is still a science student and can't help at all.

but……

Be good and be born soon, mom can't wait to meet you, and I will teach you a lot in the days to come, mom loves you!

It was cloudy on X, X, 2005

i hate...

Cloudy on September X, 2006

Xiaoxiu, can you walk now?Can you speak?Are you going to call mom?

Mom misses you so much.

Overcast April 2007, 1

Today seems to be the new year, Xiao Xuan, happy new year.

Sunny on X, X, 2007

I heard that he sent Xiaopang back to his hometown, and Xiaopiao's life was ruined.

But is it really him who ruined my son...

It was cloudy on X, X, 2017

I am in prison, my son is also in prison, our whole family is in prison, and this cage is actually built for us by my close relatives.

They are so cruel, they don't lock us together, I only heard the cry of my son when he came into the world!

Now they are going to give me to a stranger who killed me and my son, and they want me to marry my enemy!

/year/month/day shade

The leaves outside are turning yellow and falling, and it's autumn again.

On a cloudy day with the sun, days seem like years.

Overcast April 0, 0

etc.

My aunt wrote the word "he" many times.

As time went by, Chen Hao was no longer the naive child he was back then. He gradually understood that the death of the person he cared about was not just her own wish.

At the age of 14, he heard that the person who killed Akiba Mai was married.Not only did the Qiu family not complain, they even accepted the invitation.

This is really a big joke.

Looking at his brightly dressed lady mother who was about to go to the banquet, Chen Yan couldn't help sneering in the dark corner.

Smiling and laughing, he couldn't stop laughing.

As Qiuyewu said, the Qiu family is a cage, a rotten cage, but even so, a broken person is destined to be unable to get out.Because it is not only a cage, but also an impenetrable net, or a strong vine that cannot struggle.

It can hang people to death, suffocate people to death, it is almost impossible to crack, so Qiuba Mai chose the only way to get rid of it.

The former Chen Yan thought more than once, how wonderful it would be if he were the child of Qiuye Wu.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

And how lucky is the person who is the son of Akiba Mai?

The Sri Lankan has passed away, and there is no wave in the stagnant water.

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Chen Xi's chapter is over, and the next chapter is Shao Yi.