a protracted war

May 5 was cloudy.

Last night there was a night of howling ghosts and howling wolves. I didn't sleep well. Except for the sound of the wind, the night was quiet.

The clay figurine that Yi Yi gave me was placed on the bedside table. I turned on the phone, looked at it with the faint light of the phone screen, and touched the small spikes on the lifelike durian on its head.

I don't know when I fell asleep.

When I woke up to the morning news, I heard my parents discussing an issue that seemed familiar to me.

My dad said: "In 2012, we will be well-off in an all-round way."

My mother said: "Who will believe it? The poor are still poor, the rich are still rich, and the polarization is still polarization."

My dad said: "I believe it, I think it will definitely come true."

My mother said: "You believe in everything, even if the country dominates."

My dad said: "Our country follows the strategy of peaceful development and will never be the hegemon of the world."

My mother clicked twice, "I'm too lazy to tell you."

My dad was an educated youth who went to the countryside. Unlike others, he volunteered to go to the countryside with enthusiasm, so in the corner of the countryside, he reaped a love. He met my mother. When he was sweating profusely in the commune .

Although my dad is getting older now, the passion from that year still seems to be boiling in his chest. He is keen on watching the news, and when he sees the news about the rise of the country and the revitalization of the nation, the meals he cooks that night will be salty.

I'm happy, I sing when I cook, and I shake it when I sing, and I put too much salt when I shake it.

I laughed listening to their conversation, not because I thought it was funny, but because I felt comfortable. It was cloudy outside, but my small house of about [-] square meters seemed to be full of sunshine everywhere.

When I was in a comfortable mood, I wanted to close my eyes, but to no avail, my mother called me outside: "Zhang Yang! Are you up?"

I didn't make a sound, I lay flat on the bed like a mummy, pretending that I was still asleep.

My mother continued to call me: "Get up and have breakfast, don't pretend, I heard movement in your room!"

I was dumbfounded, my mother's hearing is really unmatched, and it beats old ladies of the same age by [-] blocks in minutes.

So I got up and got dressed.

I am used to sleeping with only a pair of underwear, and the most comfortable time is when the skin is in contact with the soft quilt.

Seeing that I finally got up, my mother said to me: "The sun is drying your ass, what can you do if you are so lazy? So you really need to find someone to cure your problem."

I ignored the second part of my mother's sentence, walked to the window and opened the curtains, and said, "Mom, it's cloudy outside, and Father Sun hasn't come out yet."

My mother glanced at me: "Don't be stupid, hurry up, brush your teeth, wash your face and have breakfast!"

My dad peeked out from behind the newspaper, and his eyes should be saying, "Go quickly."

I smiled and jumped to wash up.

After eating, I fell into boring contemplation, because my mother and my father were watching a TV series, they warmly invited me to watch it together, and discussed the plot in a timely manner.

But thankfully, the TV series starring Lu Zijie will no longer be replayed. My mother is very sorry for this. Since Lu Zijie came to my house for a meal, I feel that my mother and Lu Zijie have become very familiar with each other. At least it's my mother's unilateral familiarity. She likes to connect with Lu Zijie in reality while watching that boring TV series, and then evaluate the characters in the play and Lu Zijie's acting skills.

She wears a pair of reading glasses and looks very scholarly. Perhaps during those times, she felt that she had become a senior professor at the film academy.

My dad would occasionally echo her a few words and praise Lu Zijie against his will.

The TV series my parents are chasing now is actually no different from that of Lu Zijie. This is the heroine's ill-fated life experience.

My parents watched with gusto.

I finally made an excuse and went back to the room.

I had to spoil the warm moments of a family of three sitting in front of the TV and watching mindless serials.

Coincidentally, when I checked Moments, the first one I happened to see was from Lu Zijie.

He said: "It's finished." The accompanying picture is a photo of him wearing heavy armor and holding a long sword. He is cool, handsome, and full of heroism.

I liked it, and couldn't help but commented, "Are you playing a general?"

Lu Zijie replied quickly: "...you will know when the movie is released."

I thought to myself, that's right, since he wants to keep it secret, of course I can follow his wishes.

I feel that Yi Yi is very busy today, he sent me good morning after eight o'clock.

I replied to him soon after I saw it, but I haven't received a new message until now.

I grabbed the durian kid next to the bed in my hand, and squeezed his little spikes twice.

It was only in the afternoon that Yi Yi replied to me, saying I'm sorry, I'm busy today, I have a plan to catch up, and I didn't have time to touch my phone this morning.

I said generously: "It's okay, work is important, let's talk after we're done."

Yi Yi said, "I'm sorry, are you going back to work tomorrow? I'll take you there in the afternoon."

I still said generously: "It's okay, you finish your work first, and you will have plenty of time after you finish your work."

After dinner, my mother is going to dance, my father is going to play chess, and I am going to take out the trash.

On the corridor, I just ran into the kid from the opposite door——Xiaojie.

He was carrying a strangely shaped bag, with his head bowed and he was sluggish.

I guess he's because tomorrow is Monday and he hasn't finished his homework.

I asked him: "Xiaojie, did you finish your homework?"

Xiaojie looked up at me in a daze, as if he didn't quite understand why I asked this question, he was stunned for a while before saying, "I've finished my homework a long time ago."

I said, "Oh."

He asked again, "Where are you going?"

Xiaojie said, "Let's go to class."

I was surprised and said, "Are elementary school students so miserable now?! They still have classes on Sundays."

Xiaojie seemed to be looking at me with disdain.

I pretended not to see it, and asked him again: "Your bag has a unique shape, can it hold books?"

Xiaojie said: "It contains a saxophone, and I'm going to take a saxophone training class."

I'm pretty sure he gave me a disdainful look this time.

I suddenly realized: "Oh, I said so."

Xiaojie looked at me and shook his head again. After chatting with me, he seemed to cheer up after he was sluggish. He jumped into the elevator and smiled at me before the elevator door closed. Said: "Goodbye, uncle."

I found a penny on the side of the road.