The Witch

The day before the autumn festival, major schools began to have holidays. At the gate of Mingcheng Primary School, all kinds of luxury cars were parked one hour before school.

The pupils in school uniforms walked out of the school gate one by one and were soon picked up by their parents. However, only a few can be picked up by their parents, most of them are picked up by the nanny or driver at home.

Aunt Hong, the nanny at home, came to pick up Ji An.

"Young Master." Aunt Hong waited at the door for a long time, and when she saw Ji An walking out of the school carrying her schoolbag, she quickly stepped forward and took the schoolbag over.

"Aunt Hong, you are here." Ji An was a little disappointed to see that the person who came to pick him up was Aunt Hong, but he still greeted him with excellent education.

"Young Master, why is your complexion so bad? Are you sick?" Aunt Hong was a little frightened when she saw Ji An's face, and she hurriedly explored Ji'an's forehead with the back of her hand.

"I'm okay, but I didn't sleep well last night." As he said, Ji An also hit Hache.

Aunt Hong touched her forehead, her forehead was slightly cold, and she did not have a fever. She was relieved a lot: "Is it too happy to be on vacation, so I can't sleep excitedly?"

Ji An smiled and didn't speak. He was in a bad spirit at this time and didn't want to speak much.

"Go, let's go home, Aunt Hong made you your favorite tomato stew sirloin." The two said, and they got into the car soon.

When the driver saw Ji An getting in the car, he smiled and called the young master, and then started the car and left the school. About half an hour later, the car drove into a villa area. Ji An got out of the car and walked to the living room. Aunt Hong quickly followed with her schoolbag.

After entering the living room, Aunt Hong saw that Young Master did not go back to her room upstairs, but stood in a daze in the living room. She couldn't help but said: "Young Master, you didn't sleep yesterday? It's still early, you go to sleep upstairs. After a while, I will call you when dinner is over."

Ji An looked at the deserted living room, his eyes were even more lost: "Parents, haven't you come back?"

"The wife is on the plane tonight. If you say your husband, you will be back after work." Aunt Hong said.

"Can I see them for dinner?" Ji An asked again.

"This..." She couldn't be sure about this. Aunt Hong hesitated for a while and comforted, "Little Master has a good night's sleep tonight, and I can see them when I get up tomorrow morning."

As soon as Ji An heard this, he knew that he couldn't come back. He took the schoolbag from Aunt Hong and went straight upstairs.

Aunt Hong sighed and couldn't say anything. She knew that the young master missed his parents, but with such a big family business in the Ji family, the husband could not have too much time with the young master. As for the wife, when the young master was young, she took care of her wholeheartedly for a few years, but then the young master started to go to school and it was a boarding school. The wife was really bored at home, so she picked up her career in her youth and started painting again.

In the past few years, my wife’s paintings have received a good response. She often goes abroad for exhibitions. In addition to deliberately pushing her work away during the winter and summer vacations and staying at home for a period of time, she is also absent all year round.

Ji An went back to the room, changed his pajamas and wanted to take a nap, but every time he just fell asleep, he would be awakened by nightmares. Because of this, he didn't have an appetite when he ate at night, and even his favorite tomato stewed beef brisket barely ate two bites. Aunt Hong thought he was sad because her husband hadn't come back to have dinner with him, so she didn't care much.

After dinner, Ji An returned to the room and tried to continue sleeping. He knew he had to sleep. When he brushed his teeth, he just lowered his head, and when he lifted it up, he was dizzy. He knew that if he didn't sleep anymore, he might really fall ill.

Ji An doesn't like going to the hospital, and tomorrow is the autumn festival. He doesn't want his parents to worry, so even if he is awakened by nightmares every time, he still tries to fall asleep again and again.

When he was awakened by a nightmare for the third time, Ji An glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed, just after eleven o'clock.

"No, I have to find a way to fall asleep." Ji An thought for a while, then got up and went downstairs, digging out the medicine box from the storage room, and took out a bottle of sleeping pills. He looked at the instructions, took a pill, swallowed it, and then returned to his room.

Early the next morning.

Dad Ji and Mom Ji got up very early, Dad Ji was doing morning exercises in the yard, and Mom Ji went to the kitchen, and with the help of Aunt Hong, they made small wontons for their long-lost son.

"Young Master loves your small wontons, and I will definitely be happy for a while," said Aunt Hong.

"I'm too busy this year and I haven't been at home very much. It's rare to come back, so I want to cook more for Xiao An." Mother Ji is almost 50 years old, but she seems to be in her early thirties, and is extremely well maintained. it is good. When she spoke, she smiled softly, and her tone was full of pampering with her son.

"The young master went home yesterday and he was disappointed that he didn't see you." Aunt Hong mentioned casually.

"is it?"

"Isn't it? I went upstairs angrily. I didn't eat a few bites for dinner. Later, I said that when he wakes up, he can see you early this morning, so the young master will be better." Aunt Hong said.

Mother Ji’s heart was warm and astringent when she heard it. What was warm was her son’s attachment to herself, but the thing was that she didn’t accompany him too much: “I’ll get him up in a while.”

"The feeling is good."

Mother Ji speeded up, wrapped the small wontons, washed her hands and walked out of the kitchen, and went directly to Ji'an's room on the second floor.

She knocked on the door first, and saw that there was no answer in the door. She thought it was her little son who was angry with herself, so she smiled and said, "I count to three. If Xiao An doesn't open the door again, my mother will come in."

Mother Ji smiled and counted three, but there was still no movement inside the door, Mother Ji smiled helplessly.

Thinking that it took too long to go this time, the child was angry. He unscrewed the door directly, intending to go in for a good coax.

She opened the door and saw that her son was lying on the bed with her back facing her, as if she didn't want to care about her, the smile on her face suddenly became even worse. She walked over and squatted in front of the bed and coaxed quietly, "Xiao An, isn't it I am angry with my mother? Mom knows that my mother went to the art exhibition before the end of the summer vacation, and you are very angry. But my mother promises that it won’t happen in the future. As long as it’s winter and summer vacations, my mother will not pick up any work and stay at home. You, so you forgive mom once, OK?"

Ji An on the bed remained motionless.

Mother Ji continued: "Mom woke up very early today and made your favorite small wontons to make you apologize. Would you like to get up and have a bite?"

Ji An on the bed still doesn't move.

Ji's mother twisted her eyebrows and noticed something was wrong. In her impression, Xiao An had always had a good temper, and every time she lost her temper, it was almost a good deal. And even if he was angry, he wouldn't have been in for so long, he was still lying motionless in bed.

"Xiao'an." Mother Ji couldn't help reaching out and turning Ji'an over, and she immediately saw a small snow-white face with cyan, her lips pressed tightly, no trace of blood was visible.

"Xiao'an?!" Mother Ji exclaimed, picking up Ji An and ran downstairs, "Sister Hong, tell the driver to drive over, Xiaoan is sick."

At the same time, Ji Lang had just bought breakfast from outside, and he subconsciously turned to look at the sofa. There was nothing on the sofa except a few pillows. Ji Lang was startled, only then did he remember that on Monday, Wu Miaomiao took the doll to school.

During this period of time, he helped to watch the doll and became familiar with the doll a lot. Every day he bought breakfast from outside, the doll would jump off the sofa, and then rush to his feet, like a housekeeper puppy. Ji Lang didn't know where the doll came from, but he didn't hate it. Every time the doll came over, he would pick it up from the ground and put it on the dining table as decoration.

Habit is really a terrible thing. Some time ago, Wu Miaomiao started school. He knew that Wu Miaomiao was not there, but every time he went out to buy breakfast, or ordered a meal in the evening, he would still order two portions unconsciously. Nowadays, even the baby is a little used to it.

"Ding."

At this time, the phone rang suddenly, Ji Lang casually threw the breakfast on the table, took a look at it, and found that it was Wu Miaomiao's message.

Wu Miaomiao: [Mother and father, have you gotten up yet? 】

Ji Lang: [Hmm. 】

After replying to the news, Ji Lang opened the chair and sat down, preparing to eat breakfast.

Wu Miaomiao: [Then what time are you here today? 】

Ji Lang raised his eyebrows, pretending to be a question mark.

Wu Miaomiao was anxious: [What you promised me this weekend, spend the autumn festival with me, have you forgotten it? 】

Ji Lang continued to pretend to forget: [Oh, then come back. 】

Wu Miaomiao: [No, right, you promised me to come to my school, you want to put the Kong Ming Lantern with me, I bought the Kong Ming Lantern! ! ! 】

Three huge exclamation marks expressed Wu Miaomiao's eager mood at this time.

Ji Lang smiled slightly, took a bite of the steamed bun, and replied slowly: [Well, I remembered. 】

Wu Miaomiao: [When will you come? 】

Ji Lang thought for a while and asked: [When does your light-emitting activity start? 】

Wu Miaomiao: [Ten o'clock in the evening. 】

Ji Lang doesn't like crowds. Although he agreed to Wu Miaomiao, he didn't want to go prematurely: [I order fifty, and we will come back after lighting up. 】

Wu Miaomiao: [Then I will remind you again at noon. 】

Ji Lang was speechless, but he did not stop Wu Miaomiao.

Today is the autumn festival?

Ji Lang prepared to put down his phone for a while, then clicked on the address book again, found his parents' WeChat accounts, and sent a blessing message to the past. His blessings have always been concise, the new year is a happy new year, and the autumn is a happy autumn. It is simple and almost perfunctory, but each word is written by himself, not just forwarded.

After sending the blessing message, Ji Lang put down the phone and continued to eat breakfast. During the meal, the phone rang several times, but Ji Lang didn't look at it, because 80% of the news came back from his parents. The news from Ji’s parents is the same every time, but there are a few more words than Ji Lang’s. After **** happy holidays, I will add a sentence to pay attention to the body.

The greeting between them is so simple and boring, like a program with a formula set up, and it runs automatically when the date is reached, but there is not much emotion.

After tidying up the dining table, Ji Lang cleaned the house again, and then thinking that Wu Miaomiao was going home to live today, he went to the second bedroom and took out the pillow blanket on Wu Miaomiao's bed and put it on the balcony to dry. Unlike him, Wu Miaomiao likes the sun very much, and also likes to run in the sun in summer, not to mention the act of drying dolls every day.

After doing all this, Ji Lang cleaned up the house again. He often cleaned up the room, not because he was obsessed with cleanliness or liked it, but once he was free, he had nothing to do and didn’t want to go out, so he automatically started to clean up the room. , And slowly developed a habit.

After the ground was dragged, the trash was sorted, and even went downstairs to throw the trash away, Ji Lang took the book and prepared to kill the time. I don’t know how long it took, when the phone rang again. Ji Lang took a look and found that it was Wu Miaomiao’s WeChat.

Wu Miaomiao: [Miangong, it's noon, I'll remind you that I'm coming tonight. 】

The corner of Ji Lang's mouth raised slightly, and he really came to remind at noon: [Hmm. 】

Wu Miaomiao continued to send: [Miangong, it's noon,

Remember to eat. 】At the same time, I posted a photo of myself eating in the cafeteria.

Ji Lang: [Hmm. 】

Wu Miaomiao: [Then I will remind you again tonight. 】

Ji Lang wanted to say you don't remind me, I will go, the words have been edited, but the moment they are sent, they paused, then deleted them all, and only returned one more.

There are still a few unread messages on WeChat. Ji Lang glanced at it casually and found that they were all blessing messages forwarded to him by those in the studio. Then he flipped down and found several websites editors, directors and producers sent him autumn blessings, but other than that, there was nothing else.

Ji Lang was taken aback, slid his finger on the WeChat business card of his parents and clicked on the dialog box. Only the WeChat blessings he had sent were still bare on it, but the other party did not reply to him.

Did you even save a reply this year?

Ji Lang's eyes flickered, but he didn't react much, and then he directly exited the WeChat interface, clicked on the takeaway app, and ordered a lunch for himself.