Schrödinger's straight man

Chapter 58

The two of them spent almost the whole January busy.In the first half of the year, I was busy buying daily necessities, and replaced some unsuitable single-person furniture.Before he had rested for a few days, Qin Shaoyou took on some private work to earn quick money, so he had to find time to rush to the surrounding cities on the rest day, and try to return on the same day as much as possible.Tired all the way, when I got home late at night, I took a shower and crawled under the covers to sleep with Yao Ruolin, without even thinking about talking to him.

Sometimes Yao Ruolin went to dinner, or worked overtime and led certain departments to deal with emergencies overnight, and the one who stayed alone in the vacant room and couldn't sleep all night would become Qin Shaoyou again.The cold winter wind whizzed by, slapping the doors and windows from time to time, the sky was completely dark, and there was not a single speck of light from the stars and the moon; among the thousands of families hidden in the night, only his family was still lit. I'm afraid it's too dark, Yao Ruolin can't see the way home.

This year's Spring Festival passed early, and until the end of January, the New Year's Eve is counting down the days, and the taste of the year is getting stronger.According to past habits, Yao Ruolin would prepare red lacquer paper and write a few Spring Festival couplets for himself.One of his father's closest friends was a famous calligrapher and painter. Both of them were young back then. This famous artist was just a fledgling artist and could only make ends meet by selling calligraphy and painting in scenic spots.Yao's father took Yao Ruolin, who was a little bigger than a peacock, to travel around the mountains and rivers. When he was resting, he stopped by his stall. The father and son glanced at the long scroll of mountains and rivers he was creating. morning.

After that, Yao's father spent a lot of money and bought this painting, which gave the young man who was about to end his life great encouragement and financial relief.The next year, the calligrapher and painter moved to the southern city where their father and son lived, and became Yao Ruolin's master who had served tea seriously and recognized his master. However, painting Chinese paintings is a very exhausting thing, boring, and it is really painful. Yao Ruolin After studying for half a year, I couldn't continue to learn. I only made some success in practicing one handwriting under the threat of "not allowed to eat if I can't write well".

Therefore, every year when the new year is approaching, Yao Ruolin and his master would spend time in the study writing couplets, posting them at home, giving them as gifts to relatives and friends, practicing and having fun, writing and writing couplets all afternoon.

This year is no exception.

Yao Ruolin took advantage of one night when he was finally free, and after having a simple meal with Qin Shaoyou, he lit a thin piece of sandalwood in the study, dipped in Qin Shaoyou's ink and wrote "Farewell to the old and welcome the new" stroke by stroke. Good wishes such as "wealth and prosperity".But everyone who has achieved something in the field of art will more or less have some eccentricities. His master is usually a slow person, and he speaks lightly and slowly. He is afraid that speaking loudly will blow away the people opposite him; He loves to chatter and is too lively.

Yao Ruolin was abused by his master when he was young, and his habits are just the opposite. Once he holds the brush, no noise is allowed around him.Qin Shaoyou didn't dare to yawn until he finished writing, and when the ink was drying, he asked as if asking for credit: "Is this set of four treasures of the study easy to use?"

His usual brushes, inkstones and inkstones were left behind at Yao’s house and he didn’t bring them out. What he was using was a set of old, half-old antiques. Qin Shaoyou deliberately inquired about Yao’s mother’s preferences, and specially entrusted Yutou to buy second-hand goods. Amoy from the market.Yao Ruolin knows the goods better than him, and knows that the things are good things, but in the process of changing hands several times, someone scratched a small inkstone with an inferior ink ingot, and shook his head regretfully: "It's very easy, I'm afraid my mother I suspect that this blemish was caused by you, a layman."

Qin Shaoyou said innocently: "This thing is older than my grandfather, so it's not easy to keep it intact."

Yao Ruolin pursed his lips and laughed a few times, and his fingers, which were still a little warm after holding on to the warm bamboo tube for a long time, were tightly attached to Qin Shaoyou's five fingers, and he took him to twist the ink ingot with his hands, and gently drew circles on the inkstone , the range is much larger than Qin Shaoyou's focus on one point: "A layman will be as lazy as you when grinding ink, and hurt the inkstone. Although my mother is not a professional eater, but your temporary Buddha's feet are too bad , I will show timidity as soon as I get started."

"Oh, so there are so many things to pay attention to." Qin Shaoyou suddenly realized, he squeezed Yao Ruolin's shoulder flatteringly, and humbly asked for advice while taking advantage of him, "Mr. It would be bad if my mother-in-law beat me out."

Yao Ruolin pulled an empty piece of red paper, and patiently taught him how to make a decent appearance.Qin Shaoyou listened carefully, as if a senior high school student was facing the college entrance examination as if facing a formidable enemy, he couldn't help but asked again and again: "Are you really going to find my mother alone tomorrow?"

Qin Shaoyou said "hmm" without thinking about it: "You must send the couplets you wrote, anyway, I am an outsider in your mother's eyes, so don't care if you are cold-hearted. You are her own son. Getting angry, scolding and hitting you makes me feel bad, how bad it is for you to rebuild the old good. So I still have to use me as a shield."

Yao Ruolin lowered his head and didn't speak, he thought it was raining heavily, he cleared his throat after a while, and reminded slyly: "My mother likes to wear skirts all year round, especially mermaid skirts, you see she is angry Just run, she won't chase you."

Qin Shaoyou nodded with a smirk, he couldn't remember anything about grinding ink and mounting paper, but he firmly remembered the tricks that were bad.

After work the next day, Qin Shaoyou drove straight to Yao Ruolin's parents' house.Yao's father was on a business trip and was in Shanghai for the past few days. He was a little afraid that Yao's mother would simply lock him out of the gate and not let him see a single hair.But the car stopped slightly at the door, and it was unknown what was going on inside. After a few minutes, the owner let him pass.

Mother Yao's needles are always the most difficult to deal with. Qin Shaoyou's anxiety surged up again when he thought that he would have to fight alone immediately.He took a deep breath and stepped up the steps firmly. He was about to open his mouth to call "Auntie", but what he saw was that the workers were busy renovating the soft furnishings in the house.

A tall, shrewd woman in her early thirties was wearing wear-resistant and dirt-resistant denim overalls, with several buckets of paint at her feet, gesticulating on the snow-white wall how to paint fresh and bright colors.From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Qin Shaoyou who was stunned at the door, put down the paintbrush, stared straight at his appearance and attire, and asked unceremoniously, "Who are you looking for?"

Qin Shaoyou saw that she was dressed more casually than ordinary workers, and she talked more and did less. He guessed that she was either related to Yao Ruolin, or an interior designer who supervised the construction.These two possibilities turned around in my mind for a few times, and finally I replied modestly and politely: "I am here to deliver something." Holding the wrapped Spring Festival couplets in his hand, he raised them,

"Send things?"

The woman frowned slightly, and her eyebrows and eyes looked somewhat similar to Yao Ruolin from certain angles.

The author has something to say:

Qin Shaoyou: What should I do if my mother-in-law suddenly becomes a younger version?

Yutou: Of course continue to flatter