I quietly watch you play

In the big kitchen, the oil pan sizzled and exploded. Huang Zhizi was wearing a big apron and was as thin as a hemp stick, but she swung the spatula vigorously.

She was making spicy oil sixtieth, and there was sauerkraut big bone soup in the earthen pot next to her. The hotness of Sichuan and the boldness of the Northeast were mixed together and overflowed through the crack of the door, tantalizing the taste buds.

Zhou Wei leaned on the carpet next to the coffee table in the living room, using the sofa as a backrest, with large and small lace cushions piled up next to him, he and Huang Zhizi never set the table properly when they ate, they always nestled on the coffee table solve.

The rich aroma of the food wafted out, but Zhou Wei inexplicably missed the dullness of complaining from time to time, maybe he was really raised by Jiang Xiaoqi as a sheep.

Huang Zhizi held the soup with her hands, served the dishes, and went to serve the rice again: "Boss, do you need help washing your hands?"

Zhou Wei took out a tissue and wiped it lazily.

Huang Zhizi took out a few cans of beer from the refrigerator, turned to check the expiration date, sat down opposite Zhou Wei, and opened two cans with a bang.

"Hey! Anyway, I also heard that your meal ticket flew away, and you rushed back to cook and cook. Doesn't the employee deserve a good face from the boss for being so dedicated?"

"Aren't you going home on New Year's Day?" Zhou Wei took a sip of her sixtieth birthday, and her throat was so hot that smoke came out of her throat. She quickly drank the soup, but her teeth became sour, so she had to rub five-spice peanuts and drink beer.

Huang Zhizi seems to be filming an episode of Survival in the Wild: "I won't return, I'm working."

"I haven't paid you this month's labor fee," Zhou Wei said, clutching the 1 yuan Jiang Xiaoqi gave him, reluctant to spend it, and lacking confidence in arrears of wages.

Huang Zhizi sucked the sour soup and said, "You lend me money, help me find a job, and give me a place to live. If you ask for your money, am I still human?"

This little girl is drinking beer and crossing her legs, she has a vivacious and heroic spirit.

"I don't care what you think. Anyway, I treat you as a friend. In our hometown, if you meet a friend like this, you will turn your face. Drink!"

She suddenly realized that she was too deep into the drama, so she hurriedly lay down on the coffee table and held Zhou Wei's beer can, and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, boss, it's overstepped. Let me toast, you can do whatever you want..."

Zhou Wei made him laugh and clinked glasses with her: "Which hometown are you from? How did you get from Northeast to Sichuan?"

"I was born in Sichuan when I was young, and I was abducted by traffickers." Huang Zhizi rubbed peanuts with him: "I was very young, maybe two or three years old, and I had no memory at all, so I was taken to the Northeast and sold to my adoptive parents. They have no children and bought me as their own daughter."

It was a miserable experience, Zhou Wei sighed, with a calm face, waiting for her to continue.

"Well, you must think that I was abducted and trafficked. In fact, I was in my parents' house, that is, my adoptive parents' house. Those days were considered the happiest. They never told me that I was not my own. That's great, anyway, I think I'm more like my own cubs than many of my own cubs around me... By the way, I still look a lot like my mother, don't you think it's strange?"

Huang Zhizi chuckled, as if she felt the magic too, her tone of voice revealed a Northeast accent unconsciously.

When Zhou Wei heard this sentence, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Huang Zhizi. The unrelated adoptive daughter and adoptive mother look alike?

"Don't believe me," Huang Zhizi turned over the phone, and then handed it to Zhou Wei: "Here, see for yourself, there are pictures and the truth."

It was a photo with not too high a resolution, and the exposure was a bit overexposed. It was obviously not taken by her current mobile phone, but maybe it was a card machine or an old camera phone that was popular for a while.

On the screen, a girl with a topknot is about ten years old, wearing a ballet training suit, behind her are a pair of middle-aged parents standing on the left and right, all three of them are smiling.

That girl was obviously Huang Zhizi, and her exquisite facial features would still not grow too much after ten years of growth, without the miraculous transformation of a girl's Eighteenth Transformation.

She tilted her head, and her standing posture unconsciously brought out some dancing postures. The smile came from the heart, as if she could float into the clear sky and be carefree.

Zhou Wei's eyes shifted to her adoptive mother, she was wearing a floral dress, her hairstyle was outdated, and she didn't have any makeup on. She also smiled brightly, and the curvature of her mouth was indeed similar to that of Huang Zhizi, and she was also a small slap face.

"Like it?" Huang Zhizi was very proud, and took a big gulp of wine.

Zhou Wei returned the phone to her, but she was thinking about other confusions. The similarity between people may gradually transition from 0 to 100. A child may be 100% like their parents, or they may be like seven or eight points or four or five points, but That's not the case with the paternity test...it's either a 0 or a 1.

"When you returned to Sichuan, did you still have contact with your adoptive parents?"

He thought it should be a very intense story. The adopted daughter was found by her biological parents, as if a similar documentary was broadcast on TV. The adults waved their fists and shouted to stop the rescue police from enforcing the law, and the children cried and refused to leave.

The misplaced family relationship is like a human tragedy. No one seems to have made a big mistake, but everyone has been tortured and punished.

Zhou Wei is not a person who stretches out his hand to expose people's scars, so he regrets asking this sentence.

But Huang Zhizi didn't care too much, as if she was ready to tell the whole story.

"No, I went back to my mother's place when I was fifteen, because the bus of my adoptive parents' unit overturned into the river on the way to travel a year ago, and five people in the car died, including the two of them."

Huang Zhizi sniffed her nose, the tip of her nose and the sockets of her eyes turned red, as if her sixties were hot, she wiped her nose with a piece of paper, and smiled apologetically: "Unfortunately, that car is overloaded... and I am underage, and I am not If they are adopted by relatives, they will be temporarily transferred to the orphanage.”

Zhou Wei has been quietly listening to her.

"It was only when I went through the formalities that I found out that my parents paid for it. Although they are also wrong in buying the baby, if there is no sale, there is no killing, but I don't blame them. I just think that if nothing happens, our family of three will live forever. It's good, you never know the best."

"Then, the street, the orphanage, and the police all thought that if I could find my biological parents, it would be the best to hand me back to them...God is short-sighted, and they really found them!"

Zhou Wei choked on beer, this girl dared to speak and act, she just used the haunted sound effect as a personalized ringtone for her mother, what does it mean that God has no eyes.

"Haha," Huang Zhizi was very satisfied with the amazing effect of her words, and she could still laugh: "Really, I lived a normal life at my parents' place, and I didn't get used to it just now."

"My own mother," she specially emphasized that she was her own mother, and she had to add this word to show the relationship and remind herself: "I gave birth to two daughters for her man, my sister and me. She favors boys over girls, so she must have a son." , so that scumbag ran away before the full moon. It may be because I feel that I will repeat it again and again."

"Abandoning their wives and daughters? No, no, no, they didn't argue, they said they would only argue if they gave birth to a son... Damn, there are women who are willing to give birth to him!"

"Then she dragged the two oil bottles by herself. Naturally, she had a hard time. She had to work to support us, so she had to let my sister watch me. My sister studied for a year at night to watch the children, but she still ignored me. My mother told me She was so beaten up, and now she still has a scar on her back."

"If my parents hadn't died, I would definitely die and refuse to go back."

"At that time, my sister was old enough to work and earn money, but she couldn't stand her gambling. She lost my sister's salary and the money my parents left me. I was so angry that I wanted to fight her desperately. .She brought me a kitchen knife from the kitchen and asked me to hack her to death..."

"Have you ever seen a mother who made her daughter a murderer? You must have never seen—"

"She said that she regretted it too. She is not human, but she can't quit. She can only die once."

Huang Zhizi picked up the cold sixtieth and threw it into her mouth, chewing the bitterness of peppercorns in her mouthful: "It's like making a movie, your rich family is a plot house movie, our kind should be considered... a documentary scar movie? "

"Actually, I don't understand why three women can create an ethical drama. Even if they are poor and miserable, they can always find a way to make their lives better. I don't accept my fate."

"My sister has been suppressed and scolded by her for losing me for half of my life, but I think I should thank my sister, otherwise I would not have lived those 14 years of good life!"

Zhou Wei threw a cigarette in the past, and Huang Zhizi smoked with him, not like a novice.

"Now that she's sick, she can't make a fuss like before. Since my sister is willing to look at her, I want to treat her. Maybe I can have a restful old age. I can repay her life's favor."

Zhou Wei nodded, saying that feelings cannot be measured by money, but there are indeed feelings in this world that can only be repaid with money, and nothing else can be given.

The two ate and drank until midnight, as if they hadn't eaten anything, and their stomachs were heavy.

There was a mess of cups and plates on the tea table, Zhou Wei stood up, brushed off the peanut crumbs and soot on his clothes, and went to the entrance to pick up his coat.

"where to?"

"My cat hasn't had supper yet, I'm afraid it will be hungry."

Huang Zhizi leaned back between the coffee table and the sofa, her eyes were dazzled by the crystal chandelier, she didn't expect Zhou Wei to turn back soon.

Jiang Xiaoqi's house without Jiang Xiaoqi is really too quiet, Zhou Wei kicked Xiao Qi into his arms and hugged him: "Draw a picture for it tonight. You go to bed early, the part-time workers will clean up these things tomorrow."

"Oh, that's right," Huang Zhizi got up from the ground and said, "Brother Jiang forwarded me a text message from the property, saying that there will be a nearby reconstruction line, and there will be a power outage from [-] o'clock tomorrow night to [-] o'clock in the morning, asking me to buy emergency lights... Why buy emergency lights when there is a power outage in the middle of the night?"

There was a smile on Zhou Wei's face, and something seemed to bloom in his heart, and his voice softened inexplicably: "Probably, I think I need to stay up all night to study."

"You don't have to work so hard, do you?" The tutor who beat the killer to pain has an inexhaustible sense of happiness on his face. What kind of meow-shaking syndrome is this?

Huang Zhizi scratched her head, seeing Zhou Wei carrying the cat downstairs to the basement as if she was kissing a cub.

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"Xiao Qi, do you miss Dad?" Zhou Wei rolled the cat on the soft cushion in the corner of his wall, shaking it in the air, and the milk cat grew three inches out of thin air.

Xiao Qi kicked jiojio excitedly, meow~meow~

"Shall we draw a handsome portrait for him?" Zhou Wei jumped up and put Xiaoqi on the table: "Very good, this is the feeling of arrogance, I will give you a bow tie later...Look at this! Pay attention to your eyes... Hey, okay, lazy lady style is also OK..."

"Keep—" Zhou Wei turned around to pick up the canvas and adjust the paint.

bang!meow~

Crash... ding li bang @#￥%...

"Hey! Xiaoqi! Your father's!"

Zhou Wei let go of the easel to chase the cat. Xiao Qi just kicked down the acrylic jar and knocked over the bucket. His tail swept across a row of brushes. flower cat.

Under Godfather's ferocious pursuit, Xiaoqi was running wildly at this moment, rolled from the table to under the chair, stepped on a row of colorful paw prints on the floor, and then knocked over a picture frame in a panic, and it jumped away nimbly , A domino effect occurred in the picture frame and knocked down a row, so the colorful picture scrolls were opened at the same time.

Zhou Wei spent a lot of effort, and finally brought the murderer to justice. His hands were colorful, the murderer calmed down, and acted cute to him, meow~

weekend:"……"

His studio is simply out of reach!There are spilled paint and water stains everywhere, and the work is either mushy or scratched, and it is devastated and unbearable to see.

"Little bastard!" Zhou Wei pulled a piece of rice paper to wipe his hands, and then wiped the cat on the paper.

Xiao Qi looked at Zhou Wei's handprints on the rice paper, so she stretched out jiojio and stepped on it, obviously feeling that her work was better, and her tail was raised high.

Panting for breath, Zhou Wei took out her mobile phone and took a short video of the scene of the crime and sent it to Jiang Xiaoqi, with a postscript: To, me, compensation!

When Jiang Xiaoqi received the video, he was about to lie down and sleep, so he leaned against the head of the bed and watched the 17-second short video several times, then suddenly clicked to pause, and then scrolled back for three seconds, watched again, dragged again, watched again... Finally, the frame was fixed at 11 seconds, zoomed in, and zoomed in again.

Next to the wall of Zhou Wei's studio, near his mattress, stood a sketch that was about to fall, perhaps because the scroll was too small so it was not affected by the cat disaster.

He had a quick glance at this painting when he came last time, only one side was exposed, but now it is completely displayed in front of his eyes without any cover.

It was a sketch of a portrait. The person in the painting had sculpture-like firm lines, sharp eyebrows, stern eyes, and a high nose bridge. His lips were pursed slightly serious. It was Jiang Xiaoqi himself.

Outside the screen, the same face was as soft as melting in the warm light of the desk lamp, with brows dyed into a smile, and the corners of the lips raised. After saving the screen capture, he returned to the dialog box and replied: Very well drawn.

Zhou Wei held the cat between his arms: "???"

He slowly picked up the crumpled rice paper covered with cat paw prints and his finger prints, looked left and right: "How about it? Impressionism?"

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感谢在2019-12-2511:00:00~2020-01-0111:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Yue 4; Jinse Wusheng 2; Lushan. , 254775131;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 6 bottles of yue;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!