taste of honey

Chapter 82 Conversation

Jiang Yi looked along.

"It's scary to look at this day, the clouds turn over and over, and it won't rain." Uncle Qi said.

The sky in City A is like this now, the sky is full of wind and clouds, and it looks like the wind and rain are about to come at any time, but it doesn't take long for the sun to emerge from the clouds, and the changes are unpredictable.

Holding the small and exquisite teacup, Jiang Yi replied: "The weather forecast says that it will be cloudy and cloudy today, and there may be light rain."

Uncle Qi didn't answer, and looked back at her, chatting about some homely things.

It was nothing more than asking to learn these things. Jiang Yi was puzzled and knew that he was making a roundabout, so she spoke patiently.

"Now it's time to take the postgraduate entrance examination, right? F University?" Uncle Qi asked.

Jiang Yi nodded, "I don't know if I will pass the exam."

He smiled, the creases on his old face were very deep, he looked very kind, and said softly: "I'm sure, when I pass the exam, I happen to be in the same place as Qingxu, and we can take care of each other at that time."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Yi fell silent, unable to control her emotions, and the confusion flashed across her face.

Uncle Qi saw it naturally, but he didn't mention anything, but continued to talk about family affairs. He is very talkative, and his memory is not bad even though he is old. When talking about old things, he can even remember the details.

Small talk can relieve tension, Jiang Yi listened while drinking tea, answering a few words from time to time.

"When I first came to City A, the Jinming Mansion was just a piece of wasteland, without a single house. At that time, the government vigorously supported the development of the old city. It was your area where construction and repair factories were all state-owned enterprises. , I stayed at Hongxing’s place for a while.” He recalled, sipping two sips of tea with his head down.

Jiang Yi was a little surprised, she had never heard of this before.

"Where do you live in Hongxing?"

"Old pagoda tree's rice noodle shop is diagonally opposite your house." Uncle Qi said, thinking about it, "It's a small building now, but it used to be a broken brick and tile house with holes in the walls that can't keep out the wind. Pick up two newspapers and paste them together, if it rains, you won’t be able to live in them, so you can only go to another place to stay, or spend two dollars to stay in a hotel.”

Uncle Qi was older than Zheng Yun and the others. In his era, New China had not been established for a few years. At that time, the whole of China was poor, including City B, which was a truly poor era.

Jiang Yi can't imagine how hard it is. She only knows a little while studying. Famine, floods, etc., many people died, and the country grew from scratch step by step. Until today, it was all due to the blood and blood of Uncle Qi and his generation. Sweat piled out.

She thought for a while and asked, "How old were you then?"

Uncle Qi was startled, his thoughts were a little far away, and he replied: "Seventeen or eighteen, I went to the city to find someone, and it was a letter of recommendation written by the town, hiding my age, saying that I was already eighteen, otherwise the factory would not want it. "

Jiang Yi asked again: "Who are you looking for in the city?"

It's too inquisitive.

But Uncle Qi still replied, "A friend."

She suddenly thought of the photo in Duan Qingxu's room, the man surnamed Shen standing to the left of Uncle Qi, so she stopped asking questions.

After chatting for about ten minutes, the sky outside became more cloudy, dark, and heavy rain was about to come.

When the surroundings become dark, one's mood will inevitably change, so Jiang Yi looks down at the time.

Uncle Qi was still not in a hurry, and turned on the light, and the living room was brightened instantly.

He poured tea for Jiang Yi, refilled his cup, and said, "One year before Manqing went abroad for medical treatment, I retired and returned to my hometown. I lived there for two years. I didn't plan to go back to the city. Call, let me come over and take care of Qing Xu, and then I'll be back."

Jiang Yi heard from Chen Yuqiu that old man Duan was kind to Uncle Qi and helped him a lot back then. If it wasn't for old man Duan, how could he be what he would be later on?Uncle Qi is a person who values ​​love and gratitude, and the reason why he stayed all these years is to repay this love.

She wanted to say a few words, but she didn't know what to say. After struggling for a moment, she still listened silently.

"Yu Qiu should have told you what the Duan family was like back then." Uncle Qi said.

Jiang Yi replied: "I said it, I almost fell down, but I got up again with Uncle Duan behind me."

"It's up," he said.

But he stopped talking, as if he was recalling something.

After a long time, he sighed and continued: "Dong Cheng didn't come home on Qing Xu's 16th birthday."

Suddenly came a nonsensical remark.Jiang Yi couldn't understand and looked up.

Uncle Qi picked up the teacup and flicked it, his eyelids drooped, and said softly, "I didn't see him until midnight. I had to go to the company to look for him. There was no one in the office. Finally, I found him on the rooftop."

Jiang Yi was taken aback for a moment, unable to react.

"Qing Xu didn't know until now, he thought he was just working overtime." Uncle Qi said, without taking a sip of tea, he put down the cup.

She suddenly understood what it meant, opened her mouth, and couldn't find any answer after searching her stomach.

Uncle Qi didn't say much, and changed the subject.

It's just that at the end of the chat, he said something meaningful: "Dong Cheng doesn't have a very good temper, but his heart is not bad. He is not an unreasonable person."

Jiang Yi clenched her hands tightly, she already understood seven or eight points, she muttered for a while, but she didn't say anything, it was getting late, Uncle Qi sent her out.

Maybe Uncle Qi discovered her relationship with Duan Qingxu during the pick-up time after time, or maybe there are other possibilities, she doesn't know, and it doesn't matter, what matters is the last sentence.

Of course, that doesn't mean that Duan Dongcheng agrees or acquiesces, there is no deep meaning.

She seemed to be relieved, both grateful and thankful, her heart was sore, and she couldn't tell what it was like.

After a while, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the sky appeared dark blue, with a line of white where it meets the distant mountains.

……

Zheng Yun came back early today and bought a lot of vegetables. Chen Yuqiu also followed her. She didn't ask her aunt at home to help, let alone let Chen Yuqiu in. She only looked upstairs.

It seems that the couple should have talked.

Chen Yuqiu probably knew something, he was still trying to persuade Zheng Yun before, and he kept consoling him, but now he has nothing to say, in short, he is very helpless.

The matter of children is really difficult to deal with. One is the stepdaughter and the other is the daughter of a close friend. To him, it is like the palm of his hand and the back of his hand.

He went upstairs and knocked on the door, told Jiang Yi to go down, and said, "Your mother is waiting for you in the kitchen."

Jiang Yi was wearing slippers, her hair was a little messy, she was startled for a moment, and then she recovered.

Chen Yuqiu has no right to speak in this matter, he looked embarrassed, maybe he wanted to persuade a few words, but in the end he didn't, but changed his words and said: "Talk to her carefully, don't quarrel, I will wait outside, what's the matter?" Just call."

Jiang Yi's nose was sore, she gritted her teeth secretly, and whispered, "I see..."

In the kitchen, Zheng Yun was peeling potatoes, but he didn't even lift his head when he heard a sound behind him.

The air seemed to be stagnant, and the atmosphere was heavy and depressing.

The flames on the stove danced and flickered.

Jiang Yi took the dishes to help wash, the mother and daughter didn't speak first, the water was rushing.

Finally, after washing the vegetables and putting them in a basket to drain, she still shouted, "Mom."

Zheng Yun paused, continued to peel the skin, did not respond, after a while, raised his hand to wipe his eyes.

Jiang Yi saw her from behind and wanted to see her, but Zheng Yun avoided her and said, "Don't come over, just stand there."

She had to stand where she was.

Zheng Yun suppressed his emotions, and after peeling all the potato skins, he put them on a plate and handed them over, "Wash it for me."

The moment she turned around, Jiang Yi saw that her eyes were red and swollen, and she didn't know how long she had been crying.

Jiang Yi took it, washed it quickly, then took a knife to cut it, tilted her head and asked, "Cut into pieces or shred?"

After all, the ability to bear is stronger, not so fragile, no matter how uncomfortable I feel, I will hold it back for the time being.

Zheng Yun is willing to communicate. It is unknown to what extent he will talk about it, but it can be regarded as a kind of progress.It's good to be willing to talk, and I'm most afraid of silence at this time.

Zheng Yun wiped away his tears, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Cut shreds."

She has cried a lot these days, but she has never cried in front of Jiang Yi, and basically hides herself. The tears she shed in the past few years have not been as many as recently.No one told Jiang Ning about the family affairs when he called. That silly boy was still having so much fun in Tibet, he didn't know what happened.

More than ten years ago, divorce was the top priority. At that time, there were very few divorced couples. If anyone got divorced, they could drown you with spittle. Grinding his teeth, he brought up the siblings, but now he doesn't have the courage to face the truth.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand, the angle of the station is different.She is the protagonist of the divorce, but Jiang Yi is the protagonist of coming out. In the two situations and identities, what you see and think is very different.

It doesn't matter if you are a man or a woman, as long as you are happy.One sentence is simple to say, but it is not easy to accept.

Even if you accept it, there is still a knot in your heart.

Gossip, the social environment, and all kinds of variables that will be faced, she will be gone in a few years, ten years, or even decades, and she can't stop thinking about what might happen badly cry.

This society is inherently unfair to women. Once this road is gone, if something happens, there is really no turning back.Zheng Yun doesn't believe in Duan Qingxu at all. She has seen many 20-year-old juniors who promise to do what they say and do, so it can't be any guarantee.

Jiang Yi went out for a trip and came back with two pieces of paper to wipe her tears.

Zheng Yun looked away, tears fell straight down, don't ask her to wipe them.

After wiping his face twice, he put a few slices of ginger into the soup pot and calmed down. Zheng Yun asked bluntly, "When did it happen?"

Jiang Yi's face was gloomy, and she put the tissue in her pocket, thinking it was Duan Qingxu who was asking the question, thought for a moment, and replied: "It was about the time when the foot injury from the sports meeting healed."

Zheng Yun said, "I'm asking when you knew you were..." He couldn't say those three words, as if he didn't want to admit it, he paused, "That's right."

I still remember many small things, but I can't remember exactly when it started. Jiang Yi has hidden it so deeply, and has been deliberately hiding it for many years.She had mixed feelings in her heart, she was either blaming her, or she just wanted to make it clear.

Such a big matter, I didn't find out until now, if it wasn't for that phone call, this girl might be able to hide it for a few more years.

"Always."

How can I say clearly when and when gender awareness will appear, and this will come slowly, and then suddenly, when I am enlightened, I will understand everything.

Whether loving men and women is innate or acquired, whether it is a natural idea, or an understanding formed by conventions imposed by the outside world, no one can give an accurate answer.