Why be serious

The next day I went home with a happy heart, and I was warmly welcomed by my aunt.With a straight face, Rong En said that I was strong, dark, like a monkey.I don't know how he came up with this metaphor, my physique doesn't look like a monkey, okay?

Rong En is old again, looks like 60 years old.After Rong Hua and Rong An passed away, my aunt said that he was getting old all of a sudden, and then she persuaded Rong En to go out to relax, but unexpectedly, the old house caught fire.Once when my aunt took Rong En to an opera, he fell in love with Huadan Xiahui.

I said that Rong En fell in love with Xia Hui just because of the makeup on his face?

The aunt said: "No, Rong En was looking for your uncle, and Xia Hui just came out after washing his face."

I asked, "Uncle? You mean..."

Auntie rolled her eyes, very rude: "He is a rabbit master, everyone knows it."

She said she hated it.Gritting my teeth, I shuddered.

Of course, my wife and I talked in private, but on the stage the three of us talked and laughed happily and lived in harmony.

After sitting for a while, Xia Hui came out.My neck unconsciously leaned forward, and then my aunt smiled and kicked me under the table.Her heels were very sharp, I quickly retracted my neck and sat upright. When Xia Hui sat down, I raised my eyes.Coincidentally, Xia Hui also looked at me.

Xia Hui is the same as I think, I mean, he is the kind of man that Rong En would like, about [-] years old, not tall, thin and weak, with beautiful features, wearing a white shirt and suit pants, wearing a With a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, he looks a bit bookish, like a college student.Rong En is getting older, and he likes to find this kind of men and women with handsome looks and clean temperament, which may make him return to his school days at night.

To be honest, we father and son are exactly the same in this regard, with similar tastes.I like what he likes.

Xia Hui smiled and called me by my name: "I know you, Rong Hui."

Forgot to mention, Xia Hui also collided with my name, although it is not the same word, but the pronunciation is the same.My aunt said that she had heard Enrong call him "Huihui"—Huihui was my nickname, and my aunt often called me that, but Rong En seldom called him that.Because of this, Auntie stunned Xia Hui to death.

In fact, I don't really care about hitting names, it's such a big deal.But I'm curious if Rong En will think of me when he calls him "Huihui" at night, it's kind of funny to think about it.

The four of us chatted happily at the dinner table. Rong En chatted with me about my life in England and asked me what I had learned and what I had gained. It showed that he didn’t care enough for me usually. That’s right, he was addicted to the land of beauties.I am not a studious person, and I am dawdling in foreign countries. He should ask me what I have not learned, so that I can list them one by one.

Since there was another Xia Hui at the dinner table, I had to give Xia Hui a serious impression so as not to scare him.So I said that I read a lot of books, and drank foreign ink until I hiccupped.Xia Hui smiled, and he asked me: "What do you study literature? What do you study literature, writing books?"

He speaks with a northern accent, which is hard, which is the exact opposite of the soft, innocent and lively in his words.I suddenly understood why Xia Hui was able to fascinate Rong En.

"No, I mainly study literary theory." I said.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my aunt rolled her eyes, but I pretended not to see it.

Xia Hui sighed softly: "I thought you wrote books."

I don't know what obsession he has with writing books, but seeing him so regretful, I don't want to disappoint him.So I said, "I usually write some stories."

His eyes lit up: "What to write?"

Rong En coughed.Xia Hui's bright almond eyes darkened immediately, he restrained his emotions obviously, and lowered his head to cut the steak.

There was no smile on Rong En's face. I don't know if he was dissatisfied with my ignorant answer or Xia Hui's closeness to me.I smiled at him and said, "I wrote an ethics story."

My aunt asked in surprise, "What the hell?" Her northern accent popped out again.

"A man is in love with the wrong woman," I said.