Su Ye pulled his suitcase and followed the hurried crowd out of the trestle.
During the 27-hour trip, he held on to his energy on the plane, fell asleep and woke up repeatedly, and saw the sunrise and sunset outside the porthole window.
The stewardess who was passing by saw that he looked unhappy and brought him an air-conditioning blanket. Wearing dark blue coral velvet, Su Ye wrapped himself in a thin blanket under the doubtful eyes of others, leaned against the porthole, and kept staring at the deep clouds and mist outside the window.
It was already late at night when we landed at our destination. The airport is still brightly lit, and the gift shops and duty-free shops are decorated with golden balls and bells hanging under the mistletoe.
Su Ye didn't pay attention to this cheerful atmosphere that was different from usual. After getting off the plane, he immediately turned on his mobile phone and repeatedly dialed the number he knew so well.
When I called Xi Xi before getting on the plane, there was always a busy signal on the other end.
There is no busy signal now, and the cold voice on the microphone repeats "The other party has turned off."
In the depth of winter, the temperature was very low, and passers-by were wrapped up tightly, but Su Ye's palms were constantly sweating, and his fingertips were trembling with ice.
Su Ye tried to send a lot of messages to Xi Xi again, including WeChat and text messages, hoping that Xi Xi would see them as soon as he turned on his phone.
"Dear, welcome back!"
"It's really cold today, isn't it?"
"Baby, I miss you so much."
He walked to the airport hall unknowingly. There were many pedestrians standing at the airport pick-up gate, holding pick-up signs. After seeing relatives and friends, they loudly expressed their love without reservation.
Those voices with different accents flooded into Su Ye's mind, but his brain seemed to be overloaded, and he had to pause for a while before he could distinguish those words.
There was a pure white angle steel placed in the distance. Su Ye accidentally glanced at it. The body of the piano seemed to be decorated with many scattered trinkets.
An old man passed by with a dark brown briefcase standing next to the piano bench and played a sweet melody. The passers-by applauded.
The melody was very familiar, but Su Ye stood alone in the distance for a long time, fiddling with the mobile phone in his hand, unable to concentrate on listening.
A phone call came in, interrupting Su Ye's message.
"Ye? Have you arrived already?"
Su Ye put the phone to his ear, it was cold to the bone.
"Well, I just arrived."
The man opposite was not as humorous as Su Ye remembered, and his English was urgent and fast.
"I'm so sorry. I was supposed to pick you up at the airport, but your mother's condition is not very good, so I have to take care of her. Is the transportation convenient for you there? It's too late. Just call a car."
Su Ye nodded, thinking that he couldn't see the other side, and said "hmm".
Worry about his mother's body was intertwined with another emotion, leaving him at a loss as to what to do.
"I'll be right over."
"Well, thank you for your hard work." The man paused, "Your mother's illness was very sudden this time. It didn't disturb your work, right?"
Su Ye cheered up and laughed, trying to reassure the other person.
"It doesn't matter, the schedule of that show is relatively free."
"That's good." The other person breathed a sigh of relief, "By the way, it's already past twelve o'clock, right?"
Only then did Su Ye remember to look up and forget to glance at the huge clock hanging in the air. The hour hand was almost pointing to Roman numeral one.
"Well, it's half past twelve."
"Although it's a bit inappropriate." The man sighed, "I hope you have a happy Christmas Eve."
Su Ye remained silent, not knowing how to reply to this sentence. Fortunately, the man didn't say much and hung up the phone after a few instructions.
The call was cut off, and the surrounding sounds squeezed into Su Ye's ears bit by bit again.
This time he heard clearly the melody played by the piano.
Christmas carols.
Another pedestrian passed by in a hurry, running towards the lovers waiting in the distance and hugging each other.
Su Ye called a car and stood waiting, feeling increasingly confused.
The phone quietly listed a dozen call records that could not be dialed, and cheerful piano melody echoed around him. The string lights on the huge Christmas tree at the airport airport flickered, and the golden and green lights fell on the side of Su Ye's face. , reflecting his stunned look.
The ground staff at the pick-up gate was wearing a coat, walked over with concern, and spoke in English with a strong accent.
"Hey, are you okay? Did you run into any trouble?"
He had just noticed this beautiful oriental young man here. Passengers coming off the international flight were all carrying heavy suitcases. Only this young man had light luggage, as if he was on a short business trip.
The wind blew up the long light flaxen hair. While Diqin admired it in his heart, he was also worried when he saw the expression on that beautiful face.
"Do you speak English? Are you lost?"
This young man had an extremely confused expression on his face.
If he didn't look like an adult, the ground staff would almost suspect that he was a child lost in a foreign country.
"Ah." Su Ye's eyelashes twitched slightly and he shook his head, speaking fluent English, "No, I'm waiting for the bus."
"Oh, okay." The ground crew nodded, still a little doubtful of the Eastern young man's condition, but he didn't ask any more questions and finally said, "Welcome to Geneva."
Su Ye nodded, but his expression was still blank.
What year is this?
The surrounding scenes are too familiar, the end of the year, cold winter, and Christmas.
When Su Ye left Nanshi five years ago, it was the same season, and the night wind was freezing and biting. He came here alone, carrying only a small suitcase.
It seemed to be close to Christmas at that time, and he remembered the bright and playful decorations, the holly trees and mistletoe everywhere, and the lovers walking on the streets.
Has he never returned to the country and never met Xi Yun? The month he has experienced in the country is just a pitiful fantasy that the 20-year-old had just left Oril and arrived in a foreign country in the cold wind?
Su Ye couldn't tell where he was at first. The cold wind was howling, carrying snowflakes, and there was a stinging pain when it crossed his cheek.
He seemed to have become the little girl in the fairy tale, holding the three remaining matches on Christmas Eve and lighting them one by one.
The first one is when he and Xi Wei first met.
The second one is about their reunion after a long separation.
There was only one stick left, and after it was extinguished with a hiss, nothing was left.
Buzz.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated with a continuous stream of incoming calls. Su Ye quickly came to his senses, and without even looking at it, he took out his phone in a panic and answered it.
"Hello? Xi Yun?"
The phone was stuck for two seconds, "No, Yeye, it's me."
An Sijia's voice was always energetic and slowly brought Su Ye back from his daze.
It was five years later that he and his teammates met again, so he was able to receive a call from An Sijia.
Not five years ago, not when I was twenty.
There was a hint of hesitation in An Sijia's voice, but Su Ye was too confused to hear it.
"Yeah Yeye, are you there?"
Su Ye wiped off the large snowflakes on his face, "Well, I just arrived and I'm waiting for the bus now."
"Oh, that's good!" An Sijia was quiet for a moment, "Well, have you contacted Xi Yun?"
The snowflakes melted into water on the fingertips. Su Ye lowered his head, his long hair swaying listlessly in the wind.
"No, I didn't get through to him when I called him before I arrived. When I called him after I arrived, he was told that his phone was turned off."
An Sijia did not answer quickly, but turned her head and said something to someone outside the phone before speaking.
"Uh, it should be fine. By the way, Yeye, where have you been? You haven't told us yet."
Su Ye whispered, "I'm in Geneva."
"Oh!" An Sijia's tone was unusual, "Well, Switzerland is a great place, not bad!"
Su Ye finally heard that something was wrong with An Sijia's attitude, "Sijia? What's wrong?"
An Sijia answered quickly this time, "It's nothing. I'm worried about you. It's okay. Go see your mother quickly and come back after the matter is settled. The schedule for the show is originally designed to coordinate with the guests, so don't think too much about it. Ah.”
Jiang Congfeng's dull voice seemed to come from a little further away on the phone, "Brother, you——"
"Okay, okay, I'll hang up now and won't disturb you anymore!"
Before Su Ye could speak, An Sijia quickly hung up, leaving only a busy signal.
Su Ye was stunned for a moment. The taxi arrived just in time. The driver took the initiative to help him put his luggage in the trunk. When Su Ye got in the car, he also said "Merry Christmas Eve."
The air conditioner was turned on in the car. Su Ye couldn't rest well all day and night on the plane. He began to feel drowsy in the long-lost warmth. He banged his head against the window, causing the driver to ask several times, "Are you okay?" ?”
The airport was some distance from the nursing home where his mother Su Yun was staying. After sitting for about an hour and a half, Su Ye finally arrived at the familiar cold white and gray building.
The man who called just now is already waiting at the door, wearing a white coat, with messy blond hair but still handsome, and a pair of blue eyes full of anxiety and worry.
"Ye, you're here."
Su Ye nodded, "Edmond."
The two of them didn't exchange much greetings. Edmond carried Su Ye's suitcase, handed it to a helper, and quickly took Su Ye upstairs.
This sanatorium occupies a wide area, but the number of floors is not high, with only three floors in total.
Su Ye followed Edmund closely, and his palms began to sweat again.
"Why did my mother suddenly have a seizure?"
Edmund shook his head and habitually pressed the ballpoint pen in his hand as he walked.
"I don't know. I saw your mother's condition before you left. She has gotten much better in the past few years. She has never had an outburst except for being emotionally unstable when she was tired. I don't know what triggers suddenly caused her to be like this."
Su Ye's fingertips clenched tightly in his palm.
The two quickly reached the third floor.
The third floor is very different from the first and second floors. It is not as warm and quiet as the first and second floors, and there are not many decorations. You can only see the door walls with too calm colors, and even some corridors have protective measures.
Here, all possibilities of patient injury are eliminated. The tables and chairs are all arc-shaped, the corners of the walls are sealed with rubber, and there are no dangerous devices as far as the eye can see.
The smell of disinfectant filled the nasal cavity, making Su Ye's mouth taste bitter.
Edmund looked back at him and said, "Your mother hasn't been to the third floor for several years. Before, she could even go out for a walk and go shopping with someone to accompany her, and she could also participate in some social activities, but-"
He sighed and said no more.
Su Ye followed him deep into a corridor. When he lowered his head, he saw his pale face reflected on the smooth marble floor.
"Get away! Get out of here!"
From a room deep in the corridor, a loud scream suddenly broke out, speaking in Chinese.
Su Ye's heartbeat almost stopped, and he immediately ran over, but was stopped by Edmund.
"Ye, don't be anxious yet. Don't let your mother see you suddenly. You have to give her a little buffer."
Su Ye's back was wet with cold sweat and felt cold.
".Okay."
He slowed down, but his fingers were still clenched tightly, as if he was obsessive-compulsive and unable to let go.
Edmund took him to a single ward. Su Ye stood behind Edmund and saw his mother's current appearance through the observation window.
Su Yun was lying on the hospital bed, her limbs bound by restraints. She kept struggling violently, and the entire hospital bed was squeaking and shaking.
The cuffs of the hospital gown slipped a little during the struggle, revealing the blood-congested forearms rubbed by the restraints due to the struggle. Even with protective measures, the sight was still horrifying.
She looked completely different from the way she looked during the video call with Su Ye on Wazong.
Three caregivers, a nurse, and an attending doctor gathered around the bed, trying to get closer to her, but Su Yun struggled and swayed, and her supposedly soft face appeared behind the messy hair, her eyes were bloodshot, and her forehead appeared. There were shallow veins, and his expression was manic and ferocious.
"You killed. You"
Through the glass window, Su Ye heard Su Yun say something loudly. At first, he could still make out some words, but later it turned into vague curses with unknown meaning.
Edmund's shoulders slumped, and he turned around and tried to smile, telling Su Ye not to be so nervous, "Your mother can speak Chinese when she is angry. The Chinese students who were working before have taken leave to go back to China, and the nurses can't understand what your mother is saying. What.”
"Xiaoye! Xiaoye!"
Su Yun screamed again, like an angry beast.
The word "ye" is the only Chinese word that the nursing staff and doctors present understand.
"She's looking for her son."
Edmund gestured to the people inside, opened the door, stood three steps away from the hospital bed, and lowered his voice.
"Hey Yun, Xiaoye is here, do you want to see him?"
When Su Yun saw Edmund, her struggle became smaller, but her eyes were still extremely aggressive.
"Xiaoye. Where is Xiaoye?"
Edmund took half a step back to let Su Ye stand behind him.
Su Ye slowly loosened his clenched hands, raised his head, and tried his best to show a relaxed-looking smile.
"Mom, who made you unhappy?"
Su Yun struggled upright and looked up at Su Ye with a strange and startled expression. After a while, she looked at Edmund again and tried hard to reach out her hand.
"Is he Xiaoye?"
Edmund tried to hold Su Yun's hand, "Yun, look at your son, how beautiful he is."
Su Yun finally turned her attention to Su Ye again.
Su Ye stepped forward, squatted down in front of the bed, put his cheek against his mother's bound hand, and rubbed it very gently.
"Mom, why don't you remember me again?" Su Yun was stunned, her fingertips piercing Su Ye's long hair.
Su Ye obediently turned his head and let Su Yun's fingertips rest on the scar on the back of his head.
Su Yun stroked her for a long time, and finally spoke out. Her consciousness recovered a little, and she spoke in English with a confused voice.
"You are Xiaoye. But why has Xiaoye grown so big?"
Su Ye's eyelashes trembled, but he tried hard to restrain himself, pressing his throat to prevent cracks in his smile.
"Yes, Mom, I am twenty-five years old this year."
Su Yun seemed unable to understand this situation and was still mumbling to herself.
"But my Xiaoye, he is little, only seven years old, not even as high as my chest. He is very cute and loves to cry. He often looks at me and sheds tears."
Su Yun's fingertips caressed the side of Su Ye's face with great effort, and placed them next to Su Ye's soft eyes that were curved with a smile. They followed the end of the eyebrows and stayed on the mole, pressing gently again and again.
"Child, who are you and why are you laughing all the time?"
Su Ye pursed a smile, biting the soft flesh inside his lips with his closed lips, maintaining the expression on his face.
He got closer to Su Yun, half of his face pressed against Su Yun's palm, and when he spoke, he almost couldn't control his vibrato at the end of the sentence.
"Mom, look at me, I'm Xiaoye. I'm very happy now, so I won't cry anymore."
Su Yun frowned, showing a sad look, caressing Su Ye, and uttered some syllables like coaxing a child.
She was still repeating that sentence, "But why are you laughing all the time?"
A nurse next to him turned his face away and wiped his eyes.
The ward was quiet for a long time until Su Yun got better little by little.
"Xiao Ye." She held Su Ye's hand with a very satisfied expression on her face, "You came to see me."
Su Ye leaned over and brushed away a hair from his mother's face, "Well, I'm here to see you. You should be happy."
Su Yun laughed, and her face finally turned into the soft and gentle look it once had.
"It's my Xiaoye's birthday, Edmund, can you order a cake for me?"
Edmund stood leaning against the wall and laughed when he heard the words, "Yun, there is still nearly a week, it is too early to order a cake now."
Su Ye also laughed, but his eyes were still a little distracted.
"No, in China, there is a special celebration when you reach this age." Su Yun smiled and shook her head, "When the time comes, I will put twenty candles for Xiaoye, and the cake will have to be bigger."
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The bright smile on Edmund's face slowly faded, and he looked at Su Ye, who was still sitting by the bed.
From his perspective, he could only see Su Ye's back, tall and thin, with long hair spread behind a dark gray tweed coat. He looked very beautiful, but also very fragile.
Su Ye's voice sounded, soft yet powerful, "Mom, your son is twenty-five years old, and he will be three years old soon."
Su Yun was startled, "Xiaoye, you're twenty-five? But haven't you just arrived in Geneva? Your aunt told me that your job in China——"
"Mom, I just arrived in Geneva." Su Ye held his mother's thin hand, "You have forgotten that I stayed in Geneva for five years and returned to China to work before. I also participated in Ji Ru As for the director’s movie, we watched it with Edmund.”
Edmund shook his head and smiled, "The Chinese people's emotional sophistication is really top-notch."
"Oh, yes." Su Yun slowly came back to her senses, her smile full of apology, "You also came in winter five years ago, around this time, I forgot about it."
She reached out and touched the top of Su Ye's head, "My Xiaoye is twenty-five years old, and she is still so beautiful. She is born to be a big star."
Su Ye smiled sheepishly, "It's because my mother has good genes."
Edmund laughed again and reached out to brush his blond hair, "You two have a good chat, I'll be watching outside."
Su Ye stayed with Su Yun for a while, but Su Yun was a little tired and fell asleep without being able to chat more with Su Ye.
Su Ye helped his mother tuck the quilt in before walking out of the ward.
Edmund was waiting outside and looked serious when he saw Su Ye.
"You asked the nurse. Your mother had a sudden attack after receiving a phone call."
Su Ye frowned, "Phone?"
"Yes." Edmund pressed his temples, "Unless the patient's condition is so bad that he cannot control himself, we will not isolate the patient from the outside world. Your mother's situation is special, so I should pay more attention. ”
Edmund's voice was remorseful.
Su Ye pressed his shoulder, "I can't blame you. You have already worried a lot about my mother."
Edmund waved his hand, "Seeing your mother's smile is worth more than anything else."
He talked to Su Ye about the phone call.
"I checked the address and found that the caller came from your landline number. The number I called was already empty. I suspect it was deliberately to irritate your mother."
Su Ye nodded, "It's okay. I'll tell my aunt and my grandma's family will go check it out."
Edmund knew something about Su Ye because of Su Yun. He hesitated and said, "Your grandpa——"
Su Ye shook his head and reassured him, "It doesn't matter. Grandpa will be very concerned about my mother's affairs."
Edmund glanced at Su Ye, said nothing, and patted Su Ye on the back.
"Thank you for your hard work. You came here in the middle of the night. Your mother's condition is relatively stable now and there should be no problem. Go and have a rest. Have you booked a hotel?"
Su Ye smiled bitterly and said, "It's so urgent, I haven't made an order yet."
Edmund snapped his fingers and said, "I'm still keeping the house you rented before. Your mother occasionally goes there to stay for two days, so why not just go there and stay one night?"
After spinning for nearly 30 hours, Su Ye was strangely not sleepy, but he was indeed exhausted physically and mentally. He nodded, "Okay, thank you."
Edmund helped Su Ye call a car, and before sending Su Ye into the car, he held the car door and said something.
"On Christmas Eve, I remember that the neighborhood there was very decorated. You can have a good rest and walk around the neighborhood after you have rested. The church will also hold evangelistic activities. Just treat it as a vacation and don't think too much."
The taxi took Su Ye and stopped at an alley that Su Ye was very familiar with.
Su Ye got out of the car, and the small lanterns hanging in mid-air came into view, sparkling under the dark night sky.
There are uneven stone steps at the feet, and on both sides there are buildings that have faded due to wind erosion, but the original colors of the buildings can still be seen.
The buildings in this block are only three or four stories high, and the tallest one is just the lighthouse building of a nearby church. It has a strong cultural and historical atmosphere.
Su Ye stood downstairs in the apartment where he had lived for five years, looking at the window that he had opened countless times, feeling a little stunned.
After a while, he laughed, but his eyes were a little bitter.
He has lived here far longer than the small bungalow he lived with Xi Wei.
It was strange, but in the end, what stayed in his heart and made him unforgettable was the evergreen camphor tree. So when Xi Yun carried him back to the house that day, Su Ye was familiar with everything. god.
But when he actually returned to the apartment where he had lived for five years, a strange and wistful emotion arose in Su Ye's heart.
Su Ye lowered his head and went upstairs quietly.
There was a circle of mistletoe hung in front of the door of his room, and Su Ye speculated that it might be a gift from an enthusiastic neighbor.
Su Ye inserted the key given by Edmund, opened the door, walked into the living room, put the suitcase aside, and sunk into the old dark green sofa as if his body had suddenly lost strength.
The coat was opened, revealing Su Ye's thin and weak body.
There was a TV set against the wall directly in front of the sofa, covered with a colorful hand-knitted dust cover. It was gaudy and not at all Su Ye's style.
Su Ye didn't make any movement at all. After looking at it for a long time, he remembered that one year at the end of winter, he was walking on the street. A girl dressed in gypsy clothes on the side of the road said that this was very suitable for him and asked him to buy it.
He didn't want to buy it, so why did he show up in the apartment later.
Su Ye thought slowly.
Because that day was July 12th, which was Xi Xing's birthday.
He was in a good mood. On the way, he passed by children selling flowers, students handing out proposals, newsboys, and girls. Su Ye accepted everyone who came. After returning, he realized that he had a bunch of extra things in his hands.
The sound of the TV next door floated through the slightly open window, and the host's tone was exaggerated and artificial.
"Oh! On this wonderful Christmas Eve, let us hold up our wine glasses, listen to carols, and kiss our loved ones passionately!"
spouse.
Su Ye took out his phone again and clicked on the call history. There was no need to look at the number, because the entire page was filled with records of the same person.
When the phone dialed, it was quiet twice first, and then switched to the dialing sound.
Su Ye slowly sat up straight, a glimmer of light flashing in his lowered eyelashes.
It wasn't a shutdown prompt, which meant that Xi Xing's phone was already turned on.
Hurry up, hurry up and answer the phone.
Su Ye muttered to himself, his body that had been loosely nestled on the sofa straightened completely, and the fingers holding the phone turned slightly white due to nervousness.
The call rang for a long time and finally dropped into a busy signal.
Su Ye's lower back collapsed again and sank into the sofa.
His hand dropped unconsciously, holding the phone and falling next to his leg.
The phone screen was on, showing several message prompts.
Su Ye sat quietly for a long time before clicking to check.
An Sijia and Jiang Congfeng sent it two hours ago. He was with Su Yun at the time and didn't see it.
[An Sijia]: Yeye, be careful.
[An Sijia]: Sleep with your eyes open.
[An Sijia]: I can only say this!
[Jiang Congfeng]: Brother, Xi Wei is angry.
[Jiang Congfeng]: It seems that I spoke too directly, sorry brother.
Su Ye lowered his head and looked at the three words "angry".
A group of students passed by downstairs, noisily discussing where to drink next time.
On Christmas Eve, there are many people partying all night long.
Someone said they were going home, and one female student laughed.
"How can you sleep at this point? Come out and play!"
Su Ye's body was very tired, but his brain was not sleepy at all.
The TV set next door has been changed to a romantic drama. It also happens to be Christmas, which is very suitable for the occasion. The protagonists are talking sticky love words.
Su Ye suddenly felt irritable. He almost never felt such emotions when he was so old.
He struggled to get up, gathered his coat, walked downstairs step by step, mixed in with the crowds of pedestrians, and walked aimlessly outside the church.
Those young people came in the opposite direction, and their voices fell into Su Ye's ears.
"God, that Chinese man can really drink!"
"The tavern owner said that he started drinking as soon as he entered the restaurant, and he didn't stop drinking one cup after another."
"Oh, he is so handsome. He is my type. Unfortunately, he is too cold and cold. I dare not ask for his contact information."
"He looks like he's lost in love, so charming."
Su Ye paused and stood there when he was accidentally knocked down by a pedestrian behind him.
Chinese men.
Su Ye suddenly had a strange and unreasonable premonition in his heart, which was exactly the same as when he passed by the flower shop near the community during his break that day and heard the flower shop owner mention the "regular customer who only ordered lilacs."
A snowflake fell on Su Ye's neck, freezing Su Ye from head to toe.
He turned around, followed the ramp where the students came down, walked to the pub, clenched his fingers and took a look outside.
"Hey, guest, would you like a drink?" the boss greeted warmly.
All kinds of people were mixed together in the tavern, but none of them belonged to the East.
Su Ye even ignored his image. Under the stunned gaze of the tavern owner, Su Ye put his hands outside the glass window and looked carefully at each one with his eyes open. He still didn't see the "Chinese man" those students called him.
"No, I'm just passing by, sorry."
Su Ye let go of his hand, said sorry with lowered eyes, and walked back in despair.
Late at night, there were far fewer people. When Su Ye walked back downstairs to the apartment, a black cat jumped out of the shadows lightly, brushed against his ankle, and quickly disappeared into the night.
Su Ye's long hair was messy and he walked into the stairwell with heavy steps.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the void, accompanied by a small sound like a howling wind.
The wind blew against Su Ye's face.
With a strong, very strong smell of alcohol.
Su Ye seemed to feel some omen in his footsteps and stopped involuntarily.
The pale silver moonlight emerged, flowing along the hollow round window into the apartment corridor, illuminating Su Ye's apartment door with mistletoe hanging on it inch by inch.
On the ground at the door, a man with slightly curly black hair and a handsome face sat slumped against the wall, holding a wine bottle in his hand.
(End of chapter)
The author said: Xiao Yang in voice-over: Our brother Xi has always been an activist, you know.
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