Cannon Fodder Counterattacks Spiritual Writings (7)

It was past nine o'clock when he returned home according to the route in his memory. Although the journey was tiring, it was a smooth sailing. The dagger hidden in the pocket was not found by security for some reason.

Of course, this is undoubtedly a good thing in Ye sinian's eyes.

Yi Che's parents had a pretty good life. Their house is located in the well-known garden community in City C. Although it is a long time ago, it seems that both the environment and the supporting facilities are very worthwhile.

Seeing the taxi leaving in the dust, Ye Sinian turned around and looked at the small two-story western-style building in front of him.

The light of the street lamp is not very bright. In the dark, the small building presents a slightly strange shape, quiet and silent.

Perhaps because of the early spring, the night breeze was a bit cooler.

Ye Sinian gathered up his gray trench coat, carried his suitcase and pushed open the white fence in front of him.

"Squeak..."

In the gloomy night, the voice came from far away.

Ye sinian paused in his footsteps and turned his head blankly and looked at the small building closeby.

Unlike the small building in front of him that fell silent in the dark, even at such a distance, Ye Sinian could clearly hear the warm laughter.

The warm light through the window illuminates the restored green lawn.

It also makes the child holding the doll even more wronged.

A cold gaze fell on the boy in the duckling pajamas.

Ye Sinian's hand on the fence tightened.

Standing bare-footed on the grass, the bottom of his pale yellow pajamas was stained with mud, and even the doll in his arms was not very clean. The boy looked eagerly and grievously at the laughter in the window, his pair of colored glaze eyes widened, his pale face was bathed in the light, and the whole person looked like an illusion.

Withdrawing his eyes blankly, Ye Sinian pursed his lips and walked into the yard carrying the box.

Turn on the light "pop", Ye Si Nian was standing at the door carrying the box, his eyes swept across the cleaned room, and he paused before walking in slowly.

Yi Che's aunt and uncle have always treated him well. In the past few years, he has gone to university alone, but the house has been cleaned up all the time. It looks like it has always been living in, clean and familiar.

Ye sinian walked to the living room and put down the box, looked around, then took out his cell phone and dialed the phone.

"Aunt?"

Ye sinian sat down on the sofa and quietly watched the thick copy of "Global History" on the coffee table, which was the original owner's who stayed at home during the winter vacation.

"Hey! Little Che!"

Yi Che's aunt, Yi Yun was about to go out. After receiving the call, she was relieved and grinned with a smile:

"Why didn't you call me when you came back? You didn't answer the call, too. Got me in! I'm planning to drive over and see you!"

After living in the orc world and ancient times for two lifetimes, when he returned to modern society at first, he was a little uncomfortable with this convenient means of communication. The existence of mobile phones was even ignored by him as he stuffed it directly into the bag.

But of course these cannot be said. Ye Sinian smiled and said,

"The phone is dead, and it's not far away."

"You, you! Have you eaten yet?"

Yi Yun walked to her car and said as she walked:

"Wait, let me cook for you!"

"I have eaten it, and it's too late now, don't bother..."

Ye Sinian said with a smile for a long time, and this dispelled Yi Yun's idea of ​​driving over immediately.

She and her husband are both university professors. Although they have always regarded Yi Che as their own son, Yi Che was eight years old when her elder brother and sister-in-law were involved in car accident. No matter how they were, they could not really replace his parents.

Thinking of that little nephew who was naughty enough to make her collapse overnight, Yi Yun sighed in her heart and closed the car door and said,

"That's OK. You must be tired when you come back by car. Rest early tonight. Tomorrow we will pick you up, let's go there together, ah!"

"Yes!" Ye Sinian nodded, the smile on his lips became deeper.

The two chatted a few more words, then he was rushed to rest by Yi Yun. After Ye Sinian hung up the phone, her caring voice seemed to echo in his ear.

Some people are like this, even if they are on the phone, they can also raise a kind of caring warmth from deep in their hearts.

Smiling and putting down the phone, Ye sinian got up from the sofa and walked slowly around the house.

With the familiar and unfamiliar structure and layout, everything in front of him overlapped with the memory of the original owner.

Ye Sinian stood at the door of the bedroom, gaze across the dark carpet on the floor, and walked in slowly.

There is a lot of rain during the Qingming Festival, and early the next morning, Ye sinian has not opened yet when he heard the patter of rain outside the window.

Lifting the quilt and getting out of the bed, Ye sinian opened the thick curtains and squinted out the window with a pair of sleepy eyes.

The water mist is pervasive on this land. The mountains in the distance and the trees nearby are covered with a vague white mist. The ground is wet, and the grass is soaked by rainwater, showing a deeper green. You can smell the freshness with water vapor even through the thick glass.

The sleepiness finally dissipated a lot, Ye Sinian blinked and looked at the courtyard in front of the small building last night.

In the water vapor in the sky, the child holding the doll has disappeared.

Ye Sinian breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.

The sound of wheels running across the road is not very clear in the sound of rain. Ye Sinian turned his face and saw that there was a black cross-car parked outside the yard. The somewhat blessed middle-aged man opened the fence with an umbrella and came in.

Ye sinian looked down at the pajamas on his body, didn't care much, turned around and walked out of the room.

"Oh, it's raining!"

Yi Che's uncle, Zhang Nian, walked in and brushed the rain on his arm. He feared he might woke up his nephew, so he deliberately lowered his voice. He didn't expect to see him walking down the stairs.

"Little Che! Why did you get up so early?"

Zhang Nian was taken aback. He knew the work and rest habits of young people nowadays, not to mention the holidays. Even at school, he can still sleep for a while! What time is it now? Why did Yi Che get up so early? After thinking about it, he pushed his glasses and said with some worry:

"Did you not sleep well?"

"No, I went to bed earlier last night." Ye Sinian glanced behind him and said strangely:

"Where is my aunt?"

"Oh, she'll come over right away, you go change clothes, I'll cook for you."

Then Zhang Nian rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen familiarly.

The original owner grew up in front of them since he was a child, and he was not very polite.

Ye Sinian nodded and turned upstairs. Speaking of which, he hasn't washed his face yet...

Zhang Nian's cooking skills have always been very good, and he had cooked a meal. For the beautiful breakfast, Ye sinian was in a great mood and smiled a little bit more on his face.

Seeing that he was eating very happily, Zhang Nian and Yi Yun looked at each other, then they were relieved, and their hearts were lifted slightly.

After so many years, although Xiao Che is no different from normal children in normal times, on such special days, although he has tried to hide as much as possible, they can still see his sadness.

Psychological shadows are really hard to erase. What's more, when Yi Che was so young, he witnessed the tragic death of his parents.

Yi Yun walked to the kitchen with the bowls and chopsticks, raising her voice to Zhang Nian behind her as she walked: "Old Zhang! Check if you have everything ready!"

"Okay." Zhang Nian promised to stand up. Said to Ye Sinian, "Xiao Che, the wind in the cemetery is relatively strong, so you'd better wear a thicker coat."

Ye Sinian nodded, stood up and walked to the upper room.

After changing into a long camel-colored windbreaker, and wearing a pair of boots with thick soles on his feet, Ye Sinian took a picture in front of the full-length mirror and found that there was nothing missing, so he was about to go downstairs.

Downstairs, Zhang Nian and Yi Yun were already in the car and were waiting for him.

As he walked out, Ye Sinian frowned and glanced at the table not far away.

The dagger with a black handle was lying quietly on the table, there was no suspicious movement.

Yesterday, the hoarse voice with a pleasant smile seemed to sound in his ears again.

Ye Sinian squinted for a moment, and finally turned around and went back, pressing his lips to put it into his pocket.

If he doesn't take it with him, who knows what moths will come out?

The other side.

Hearing what his mother meant, the smile on Sun Lin's face was a little reluctant, and said: "How old am I? What anxious!"

"Are you not old enough? The grandson of Grandpa Li's next door carried the baby last year! He returned and he's one year younger than you!" Sun Lin's mother retorted: "Aren't there many girls in your school who like you? There isn't a suitable one in it?"

The expression on Sun Lin's face was a little stiff, with his hands hanging beside him. Uncontrollably squeezed into a fist, the eyes of parents and relatives who cast on him seemed to have a different sense of scrutiny.

The secret that he had been kept desperately seemed about to be exposed by breaking the disguise. Sun Lin felt his fingertips slightly tremor, and he suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and squeezed a smile: "Don't worry, mom, there will be a girlfriend."

Sun Lin's mother stared at her son's face, feeling a little strange in her heart for some reason.

In her mind, Sun Lin has always been a very good person who is good in everything. Since he was a child, she doesn't need to worry about him. His academic performance is so good, and he has been admitted to such a great university. He is handsome and capable. So that she feels proud as a mother.

Would such a person not find a girlfriend?

Thinking of the sour faces of those people, Sun Lin's mother was disdainful, but she told him: "Don't take it too seriously! If you have a good girl, you must take good care of her! Otherwise, it will be hard to find when you are older. That's it!"

"Yeah! I know it!" Sun Lin was stunned by her strange look, and hurriedly said: "Then you guys go down first! I want to walk around the mountain."

"What will you do on this mountain? You..."

Sun Lin's mother frowned, then she was interrupted by Sun Lin's father before she could finish her words.

"Today why asking so much? Young people like him will want to go shopping but with you! Such a great person to say he can not! What happened? This is a bunch of relatives waiting! Hurry back to cook!"

Sun Lin's mother finally shut up as Sun Lin's father brought a group of relatives down the mountain.

Looking at the mighty back of that group of people, Sun Lin was relieved.

There are some secrets that he can only bring into the grave.

But at least at this moment, let him forget those troubles and relax for a while...

Sun Lin let out a long sigh, bowed his head aimlessly, and walked into the mountain along the path that the predecessors stepped on.