After some mental struggle, Yu Wei slowly got up from the bed.
She huddled back to her room, squatted on the floor and rummaged through her suitcase.
There were footsteps behind me, "Little deer?"
She was startled when she heard this and looked back.
Standing at the door was a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties, wearing a thick down jacket and a woolen hat. Her skin is very fair, there are no obvious wrinkles on her face, her eyebrows are very clear, her nose is straight, she is a perfect beauty.
Yu Weiwei was stunned for a moment before opening his lips and calling: "Hello, aunt."
She is Lin Jianshen's mother, Luomei.
Before, when I was abroad, Lin Jianshen made videos with his mother, and Yu Weiwei was in the camera several times.
But Yu Weiwei didn't expect that she would still remember her.
Lin Jianshen looks like his mother, but his mother is much gentler than he looks. Especially a pair of eyes, tender and tender, and a smile that makes people feel like spring breeze.
Yu Weiwei was still wearing thin clothes, so he could only find a coat and put it on first.
She combed her messy hair with her fingers, stood up, and spoke a little awkwardly:
"Sorry auntie, I came here too late yesterday and didn't have time to say hello to you."
Luomei looked at her with a smile, "It's okay. Whatever you want to eat in the morning, Auntie will make it for you."
"No need to bother, I..."
Meeting in this way for the first time, Yu Weiwei felt awkward beyond words and could only change the topic, "Where is Lin Jianshen?"
"Ah Shen went to town and hasn't come back yet."
With that said, Luomei turned and left, "I'll make you something to eat."
"I... thank you, auntie."
Yu Weiwei hurriedly packed his suitcase and took out the toiletries.
Yu Weiwei was brushing his teeth and washing up at the sink outside the yard, shivering from the cold wind.
After washing, Yu Weiwei simply looked at his surroundings.
This house is very old. Although it can be seen that the owner has carefully maintained and decorated it, it still cannot cover up the sense of age.
Two jujube trees and an orchid were planted in the yard.
Outside the yard, there is a small ridge of land with some Chinese cabbage and garlic sprouts planted on it.
Yu Weiwei breathed into his frozen little hands and thought to himself: This is probably where Lin Jianshen lived when he was a child.
"Little deer——"
A voice called her from inside the house.
"Why."
Yu Weiwei took something and walked inside.
"Quick, I made a fire to warm myself up."
Luomei asked her to sit down in front of a stove. It was said to be a stove, but in fact it was more like a table. It could even boil water for cooking.
It was the first time that Yu Wei saw such a thing, and he observed it with novelty.
Luomei smiled and said, "Isn't it very warm?"
"Um."
She nodded and put her hands on the table, her entire palms starting to feel hot.
"Sit down for a while, the food will be ready soon."
With that said, Luomei turned around and made some noodles.
"Auntie, I'll do it myself."
Yu Weiwei thought that she just came here without even bringing a gift, but she had to bother others with all the fuss. He felt really bad about it.
"Need not."
Luomei pushed her away with a smile on her face: "You go and warm yourself by the fire."
Yu Weiwei couldn't resist her enthusiasm and had to sit back again.
Looking at the busy figures in front of the stove, Yu Weiwei suddenly thought of what Lin Jianshen said yesterday.
He said his mother was sick. What was wrong with her?
Looking at her like this, Luomei's hands and feet were quick and her complexion was rosy. She didn't look like a patient.
The sound of a car engine came from outside, and Yu Weiwei's thoughts were interrupted.
The kitchen door was pushed open, and a tall man came in with a cold air.
Yu Weiwei raised his eyes to look at him. A few tiny snowflakes fell on his shoulders and melted quickly. The black coat made his skin look too white, but there was no blood color, and even his lip color was very light.
He put down what he was holding, and Yu Weiwei glanced at it. The ingredients were abundant, and they were all her favorites.
"You go and accompany Xiaolu."
Lin Jianshen wanted to help, but Luomei touched him with her elbow to signal him.
Then he looked towards the little girl by the stove.
He sat down on the other side, and the two of them were silent.
After Luomei finished making the noodles, Lin Jianshen stood up and went to help, bringing it to Yu Weiwei.
"Thanks."
She spoke softly, lowered her head and started eating noodles.
"A Shen, you should eat some too."
"good."
Luomei took off her apron and sat on the edge watching the two of them eating, her gentle eyes seemed to be watery.
"Auntie, don't you want to eat?"
Yu Weiwei asked.
Luomei smiled and answered: "I have eaten."
She held her chin and looked at the two of them, the more she looked at them, the happier she became.
"A Shen, when will you and Xiaolu get married?"
"Ahem..."
Yu Weiwei choked, and Lin saw Shen eating the noodles.
He looked at her, stood up and poured her a glass of water.
Yu Weiwei thanked him in a low voice, took a sip of water, and glanced at Lin Jianshen quietly.
He continued eating noodles nonchalantly, as if he didn't hear what he just said.
Yu Weiwei was wondering, they broke up for so long, didn't Lin Jianshen mention it to his mother?
"Why don't you say anything? You can't keep delaying other girls, right? I think Xiaolu is quite nice, pretty and sensible. You have brought her home, it's time to think about getting married..."
"Auntie, I..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, the man beside her suddenly held her hand.
She paused and looked over in confusion, only to see him answer politely and seriously: "I know."
Yu Weiwei was stunned.
She wanted to withdraw her hand, but Lin Jianshen held on.
Looking down, the man's cold white wrists were stretched with veins and he exerted force.
"Hey, that's good."
Luomei smiled again, got up and went over to pack the vegetables that Lin Jianshen had just bought.
Lin Jianshen then let go of his hand, turned his head to look at her, and said indifferently: "I'm sorry."
Yu Weiwei stared at him in confusion.
After eating the noodles, Yu Weiwei followed Lin Jianshen out for a walk in the snow.
She followed the man and followed in his footsteps, her hat and scarf covering her so tightly that she didn't notice that Lin Jianshen in front of him had stopped and bumped into him.
He reached out and helped her to prevent her from falling.
Lin Jian lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly for a while, and the light in his eyes slowly dimmed: "My mother...has Alzheimer's disease."
Yu Weiwei was stunned and looked at him with wide eyes.
"She forgets things easily. I told her about our affairs, but she probably forgot again. So, if she tells you something, don't take it too seriously."
Yu Wei stood there, not knowing what expression to put on for a moment.
After a while, she finally spoke: "That's why you brought her back to live here. You guys lived here before, right?"
"Um."
He continued calmly: "The doctor said that a familiar environment will help her condition."
"She will slowly forget many things, including me."
"This disease is very painful, and there is no effective treatment, which can only delay the progression of the disease."
"That's why I stay here."
