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Shan Yun walked into the room and saw a large closet at the entrance. The room was simple and tidy, with bright windows and clean rooms without a trace of clutter. The main color was light blue, and the room was connected to a small living room and bathroom.

The bed was very big, and the quilt was laid out neatly, like a piece of tofu. Two pillows were placed side by side at the head of the bed, just like walking into a military dormitory.

There is a small table lamp on the blue bedside table, and next to it is a bookshelf with a few books and small ornaments on it. There is a large window with a wide windowsill and dark blue solid curtains, and a desk in front of the window.

The layout and style of this room is totally that of a boy's room. Dan Yun never thought that an old lady like her would know what kind of style boys like.

Shan Yun thought that maybe it was based on the style his uncle liked. It seemed that he and his uncle had similar preferences. This surprised him a little and gave him some expectations for this place.

He walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and opened the window. About a meter away across from him was a two-and-a-half-story house. Half of the roof was an attic, and the other half was a terrace. There was no light blocking the house at all, and he could see the city center not far away.

"If you don't like it, tell grandma and we'll change it." Grandma followed Shan Yun and asked him if he liked the room prepared for him.

Shan Yun listened to the Mandarin which was not fluent but had an accent, then looked at the room that his grandmother had prepared for him so carefully. He wiped away the gloom on his face, turned around, smiled and nodded.

He transferred schools just as an excuse to escape his parents' quarrels, and even regretted his sudden decision to transfer on the way here, but so far, this place has exceeded his expectations and is a pretty good place.

The cell phone in his pocket kept vibrating. Shan Yun took it out, took a look at it, then slowly walked out of the room before answering the call.

"Yun'er, have you reached grandma's house yet? I'm so sorry, mom promised to take you there, but something happened at the company..."

"We're here." When Shan Yun heard the words "grandma's house", he turned around to look at his grandmother who was putting his clothes into the closet with Uncle Zhao. The words "this is your home too" popped into his mind, but he still swallowed the words that were about to come to his throat.

"It doesn't matter. I'm used to it."

"What, what? Mom didn't hear it clearly." Xu Ru asked.

Shan Yun was already angry because Xu Ru broke her promise again, and the other party brought it up again on the phone. Every word was like a fuse, igniting Shan Yun's temper.

But he regretted what he had said. After all, his mother was the one who was hurt in the whole incident. He suppressed his temper, leaned against the wall in silence, waiting for the other party to say next.

There was a voice on the other end of the phone, and then she said, "Yun'er, Mom's client has arrived. I'll call you back later. Be good."

Shan Yun listened to the beeping sound on the phone, sighed as if it was nothing, turned around and looked at the two people who were still packing their luggage. Instead, his annoyance disappeared for the most part. He deeply despised himself for the tangled mentality that had been in his mind since he got off the bus.

Isn't it nice here?

"Xiao Yun, come over and help." Uncle Zhao called again.

"Okay." Shan Yun took a deep breath, suppressed the complicated feelings in his heart, and ran to help.

"Room, do you like it?"

"Ah?" Shan Yun looked up and saw his grandmother's expectant eyes. "Well, thank you." He answered with a smile, but his tone was still a little stiff and distant.

He tried to act natural and familiar, but he didn't like his grandmother very much eleven years ago, and they had no contact for eleven years. When they met again, he still couldn't be familiar with her, and his tone and expression were full of awkwardness.

"Grandma knew you were coming back and prepared so much for you. You should be grateful." Uncle Zhao taught Shan Yun while helping him put his clothes into the closet.

"Since you have decided to live with your grandma, settle down. Don't go missing for two or three days, and don't cause trouble. Study hard and take care of your grandma. Your grandma is old, don't let her worry so much."

Shan Yun glanced at his grandmother and agreed with a guilty conscience.

After they packed their luggage and went downstairs, Shan Yun saw two black-and-white photos hanging on the wall of the living room on the second floor, one of a middle-aged man and the other of a young man.

He knew that one was his grandfather who had passed away more than 30 years ago, and the other was his uncle who died unexpectedly six years ago.

My grandmother has lived alone for six years.

Shan Yun looked at the photos on the wall and felt a lump in his throat. He felt guilty for the real reason why he suddenly came here and for regretting transferring schools after arriving here.

Uncle Zhao had Lantern Festival dinner with his grandparents and grandchildren. He originally planned to stay overnight to accompany Shan Yun, but Shan Yun couldn't bear to leave Uncle Zhao's paralyzed child in bed without anyone to take care of him, so he urged Uncle Zhao to go back after dinner.

Although grandma prepared a lot of things carefully and enthusiastically to welcome Shan Yun's arrival, Shan Yun didn't know how to get along with an old person, and he hid in his room early on the pretext of being tired and wanting to go to bed early.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the bulging wallet and brand new bank cards on the bedside table, as well as the cell phone that never rang again. He fell on the bed, and although he was exhausted, he had no desire to sleep.

It's a festive scene outside. Today is not only the traditional Chinese Lantern Festival, but also February 14th of the lunar calendar, which is Valentine's Day for Westerners.

On such a double celebration day, Shan Yun thought that he must be the loneliest person in the world today.

Faced with his parents' endless quarrels about divorce, Shan Yun deliberately skipped school, ran away from home, and avoided them. He turned from a good student into a rebellious teenager in the eyes of his teachers, but he could not change his parents' quarrels day and night. Finally, during another quarrel between his parents, he exploded and yelled, "I want to transfer schools."

As expected, Shan Sixiong and Xu Ru had a new round of quarrel over the issue of transferring schools. Shan Sixiong agreed to transfer, but Xu Ru disagreed.

"You destroyed this family, and you're planning to take my son away."

"You always use your son as an excuse. If he transfers to another school, he won't skip classes and cause trouble. And our problems can be resolved soon."

Shan Yun ran away from home again in a fit of anger. This time, he hid for a full half month and only returned home on the eve of the Spring Festival.

But as soon as they entered the room, they saw the completed transfer documents on the table. The couple, whose relationship had been torn asunder, completed the complicated transfer procedures efficiently together, which was a rare opportunity.

You know, transferring schools in the second semester of senior year is a very troublesome thing.

Xu Ru managed to get Shan Yun to study at her mother's home before she agreed to let Shan Yun transfer to another school. She also personally ran around to arrange Shan Yun's transfer and never got tired of it.

Shan Yun looked at the transfer materials and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Just make the best of it, Shan Yun comforted himself.

Shan Yun looked around his new room boredly. A photo album next to the books on the bookshelf suddenly caught Shan Yun's attention. He stood up, took the album and opened it. He didn't expect that it was a collection of photos of himself from childhood to adulthood.

This doesn't look like something Uncle Zhao would prepare for him. Could it be that his grandmother prepared it for him? But he hasn't been back here in the past eleven years, and has never contacted anyone here. How could there be photos of him from childhood to adulthood?

Could it be that Uncle Zhao sent it to grandma?

A warm feeling flowed through his heart, and Shan Yun suddenly felt that this double celebration day was not that bad.

As he was flipping through the photo album, he suddenly remembered the boy who came down from the building during the day. Who was he? Why was he at home today?

I clearly only remembered that he was tall and thin, and I couldn't even remember his face. How could I suddenly think of him? Shan Yun shook his head, put down the photo album and lay back on the bed.

As the night deepened, the surrounding environment gradually became quiet. Shan Yun turned over, looked at the night scene outside the window through the gaps in the curtains, and fell into a whirlpool of sadness and happiness.

The melodious sound of a guitar floated in from the window, followed by a gentle singing voice. I wonder who was playing the guitar and singing "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze" at this time.

Shan Yun tilted his ears to listen. In this city which was still very unfamiliar to him, on that lonely night, hearing such songs, he felt a little comforted in his heart.

Perhaps it was because of the tiring journey, or perhaps it was because the song was too gentle, Dan Yun felt sleepy and fell asleep slowly. He slept very soundly that night and slept until dawn.

The dark blue curtains fluttered in the wind, and the light that filtered through the gaps in the curtains fell on the bed intermittently.

Shan Yun frowned and put his hands on his eyes, but was still awakened by the dazzling light.

He propped himself up and sat up, looking up at the curtains that were still swaying in the wind, and then looked around the room that was filled with the atmosphere of young boys.

Everything that happened yesterday flashed through my mind.

On the day of the Lantern Festival and Valentine's Day, he traveled with Uncle Zhao for more than four hours and arrived at his grandmother's house where he had lived for a period of time when he was six years old.

He really left, but it still felt like a dream.

"Now that I'm here, I'll make the best of it." Shan Yun patted his cheeks, comforted himself again, turned over the quilt, got out of bed and washed up.

Shan Yun stood in the stairwell, looking at his grandmother who was packing buns for the guests at the door.

She had shiny white hair and a slightly hunched back. The hand she used to collect money was trembling slightly. She was holding her waist with the other hand, so her movements were not very convenient, but her face was always filled with a smile.

Thinking of how excited and cautious his grandmother was when she saw him yesterday, and how she was busy running around for him, Shan Yun couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

He patted his face and shouted as he walked down the stairs: "Good morning, grandma."

He didn't want to spoil his grandmother's joy because of his emotions. They would have to live together in the future and would have to get used to each other sooner or later. He couldn't let a little memory from his childhood affect his current judgment.

"Good morning, you get up so early, why don't you sleep a little longer..." When grandma heard Shan Yun's voice, she turned around and smiled, speaking Mandarin with an accent and not fluently, and as she spoke, her voice gradually changed into dialect.

Just when Shan Yun didn't know what to do, grandma brought a bowl of hot lean meat porridge to the table and raised her hand to invite Shan Yun to eat.

Shan Yunsi was not polite at all. He sat down and drank the porridge in big gulps. He drank three bowls in a row. He had tasted his grandmother's cooking last night and had been thinking about it.

Although the two are not familiar with each other yet, he admits that his grandmother's cooking skills have captured his stomach.

Grandma was packing breakfast for the guests at the door. As soon as the steamer was turned on, the aroma of steamed buns wafted over.

Although Shan Yun had already drunk two bowls of porridge, he felt that he could still eat one or two more buns as he was still growing. He walked to the stall, smelled it, reached out and took a bun, and took a bite directly.

Seeing Shan Yun eating so happily, grandma smiled even more pleased.

After the guests left, grandma pointed at the steamer and said, "If you want to eat, take it yourself." Then she went into the kitchen and I don't know what she was busy with.

The phone in my pocket vibrated wildly.

Shan Yun took out his cell phone and glanced at the three words "Shan Sixiong" written on the screen. He walked out the door and hesitated until the ringing was about to end before clicking to answer the call.

"Shan Sixiong, I forbid you to call Xiaoyun. I tell you, you were the one who couldn't wait to send him away, and now you blame me. He has already gone to my mother's house, so don't keep coming to my son, and don't even think about looking for him. If you want to drive a wedge between me and my son, I will never forgive you."

"You hid the fact that I sent Xiaoyun away and didn't even give me a chance to see him for the last time, and you still blame me. Also, don't call him your son, he is also my son..."

Shan Yun listened to the quarrel on the other end of the phone and hung up without hesitation. He took a deep breath, turned around to look at his grandmother who was busy in the kitchen, and then looked at the changed environment around him.

"Well, Shan Yun, why do you have to think so much? At least it's quiet here. How did you comfort yourself last night? Since you are here, you might as well eat two more buns."

Shan Yun exhaled. Although the sun was out today, it was still quite cold. He covered his head with his coat and hat, walked to the steamer, opened it and prepared another meat bun.

As soon as he opened the steamer and took out a bun, someone grabbed his hand.