Jing Book

Now is the peak season of the hotel industry, Jiang Xu has been busy during this time, with more and more entertainment, and the time to go home is getting later and later, and there is always a lingering smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body.

The busy work seemed to consume a lot of Jiang Xu's energy, and he finally stopped pestering Zhang Jingshu to beg for sex every night. While Zhang Jingshu was relaxed, he also had more time to spend freely at night.

The National Day holiday is coming in a blink of an eye, and Jiang Xu's company has too many things to leave, so Zhang Jingshu bought a ticket in advance and planned to go back to his hometown by himself, and told Jiang Xu only after everything was arranged.

"Why did you say it today?"

Just as Jiang Xu was sent home by the driver, he slumped drunkenly on the sofa. After hearing about Zhang Jingshu's plan to leave tomorrow, he was a little unhappy. He didn't want to stop Zhang Jingshu from going back to his hometown. It's been a long time, why still haven't entered the state?If you don't want to find your man to solve something, you have to torment yourself, and it's not like there is no car at home, so what does it mean to squeeze the train?And only told him the day before departure?

"If you don't want to drive, just ask the driver to go with you."

Zhang Jingshu came out of the kitchen with a glass of freshly squeezed lemon juice and handed it to Jiang Xu. She bowed slightly and unbuttoned his shirt one by one for the drunken man, and replied, "You have dinner every day, I dare you Take the driver away?"

"Old Zheng is still here, what are you afraid of?"

"Doesn't Assistant Zheng often help you stop drinking? How do you drive? Besides, he is an assistant and not a full-time driver. He is usually tired enough." Zhang Jingshu reached out and stroked Jiang Xu's sweaty forehead, and said in a low voice: "You are busy. Yours, I have booked all the tickets, and I will be back after two days."

"You have made arrangements, what else can I say?" Jiang Xu took a sip of lemon juice and frowned, grinning his teeth and said: "There are many people at the station, be careful."

Zhang Jingshu responded, watching Jiang Xu drink a whole glass of lemon juice before helping him back to the bedroom to rest.

Jiang Xu drank a lot today and lay motionless in bed, so Zhang Jingshu had to help him take off his clothes and shoes, and twisted a hot towel to wipe Jiang Xu's face and body.

Jiang Xu belongs to the type who gets paler the more he drinks. He can drink a lot. Usually, he is the only one who drinks for others. If he drank like this today, he probably met an opponent.

Zhang Jingshu sat by the bed and observed for a long time. Seeing that Jiang Xu was breathing steadily and showed no signs of discomfort, he went to wash up at ease. By the way, he also packed up the luggage that he was going to bring home tomorrow. When he returned to the bedroom, Jiang Xu lay sideways on the bed. , It seems that he has fallen asleep.

Zhang Jingshu lightly turned off the light and went to bed, covered the thin quilt that Jiang Xu had torn off in the dark, and then turned over and lay back in her seat.Jiang Xu's regular breathing sounded next to his ears, and Zhang Jingshu was overwhelmed by the influx of drowsiness after hearing it for a long time, and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, Zhang Jingshu suddenly felt a heavy weight on her body, as if a huge stone was pressed on her chest, and her breathing became more and more difficult.

Consciousness struggled out of sleep, Zhang Jingshu opened his eyes suddenly, and before he could make a sound, his lips were blocked by the black shadow above.

Jiang Xu's breathing was extraordinarily heavy at this time, and the lingering smell of alcohol made him feel very hot in his sleep, and he woke up in the middle of the night to find the people around him regardless.

Zhang Jingshu was sucked in by Jiang Xuhou's hasty movements, and it took him a while to get used to Jiang Xu's rhythm.

Jiang Xu didn't know if he was drunk or awake, he buried his face in Zhang Jingshu's neck and gnawed hard, without saying a word, just focused on attacking silently, a happy love seemed to be a silent contest.

After venting, Jiang Xu was satisfied and fell asleep. Zhang Jingshu was woken up by a drunk in the middle of the night and tossed hard. The bathroom took a shower.

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Xu was refreshed, and the packer went out like a dog, but Zhang Jingshu's spirit was a little sluggish. After Jiang Xu went to work, he took a rest for a while before going out with his luggage.

As expected, the station was crowded with people during the holidays. When Zhang Jingshu lined up for half a day to get the tickets from the ticket machine, it was almost time to check the tickets.The train departed on time and roared out of the station. Zhang Jingshu devoted himself to fighting the sleepy bugs along the way, and the journey of more than three hours was not boring at all.

This time Zhang Jingshu didn't greet the neighbors in advance when she came back, so when the old lady upstairs saw Zhang Jingshu appearing at her door with a gift, her shrewd little eyes couldn't help but stare round.

"Why are you back at this time?" After being surprised, the old lady warmly welcomed Zhang Jingshu into the room, and asked with concern: "Is there anything you need to do?"

"No, I just want to come back and have a look." Zhang Jingshu sat down with a smile, and said, "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow. I plan to go to the mountain to visit the grave tomorrow."

"You said you, it's not Qingming, why go to the grave at this time?" The old lady was a little surprised, and said: "Besides, it's so hot now, if you have to go, go early, and you can come back before noon."

Zhang Jingshu responded with a smile, and started a routine with the old lady.

I haven't seen her for more than half a year, but the old lady is still in good health and is living a comfortable life. She plays mahjong and takes a walk every day, and occasionally helps her children with the bears. She is very happy.

"By the way, someone asked about you some time ago."

While chatting, the old lady suddenly remembered something, and said to Zhang Jingshu mysteriously: "A man, with a popular face, is not tall, and his accent is not from our local area. I didn't know where he was from. One day he came suddenly Ask me about you, and I said that I am looking after the house for you, and I don't know anything about you."

The old lady who lives alone is particularly considerate in this regard, even if she is a local, it is impossible for her to be clichéd casually, let alone a foreigner.

"If you ask me again, I'll pretend to be deaf. What can my dying old lady understand? If I didn't say that he couldn't find out from other people, then the man left."

The old lady is very proud. Why haven't you seen her at such an old age?It's not easy to fool her.

"I figured it out too. That person may be a relative of your family who didn't show up before. I might have heard from somewhere that you are now promising, so I want to recognize this relative. Pooh!"

The old lady was a little excited when she said this, and took Zhang Jingshu's hand and said: "In the future, if someone really wants to come to you to confess your relatives, you don't care about it. When your family was in trouble, you didn't show up. What's the matter now?! "

"Probably not. I searched for so long and found no news." Zhang Jingshu, a relative, thought about it for herself, but she couldn't say that to the old lady, so she just said, "But I'm not sure."

"So, be careful!"

After sitting for a while, Zhang Jingshu politely declined the old lady's offer to keep him for dinner, and went to the market to buy all the things needed to go to the grave, and then went home to clean up the house carefully, and settled the dinner in a small restaurant nearby. I slept at home overnight, and took a taxi to the foot of the mountain early the next morning.

Many dead people were buried in this barren mountain in the early years, and there is no exact name until now, because there are only two decent mountains in the local area, one in the south and one in the north, so the locals casually call it Nanshan and Beishan.

Zhang Jingshu's parents were buried in Nanshan, and he couldn't get there in a car, so he could only walk. He walked up the mountain road step by step, and found the cemetery following the old signs on the tree.

Many graves in the early years have been taken out, and Zhang Jingshu found the place where his parents were buried without much effort. He squatted in front of the grave and pulled out the nearby weeds little by little. While cleaning, he said softly: "Parents, I'm on vacation, and I'll come back to see you. I'm doing well now. After a while, when I'm really stable, I'll give you a different place, a place closer to me, so that you can watch me. "

After the liquor and sacrifices were arranged, Zhang Jingshu knelt down in front of his parents' tombstone and burned the paper with a concentrated expression, muttering: "You must already know, but I still have to take the initiative to confess, Dad, Mom, I'm sorry, I can't even pretend to be normal." There may be a normal married life, I can't be with women."

Zhang Jingshu's eyes were a little confused, "I don't know if it was born or acquired, and it's useless to worry about it now. The person with me is Jiang Xu, who is my high school classmate. He has a bit of a temper, but most of the time he is pretty good." Yes, of course he is not as handsome as my father, but he is still decent, his body is very strong, and he hardly gets sick. Mom, you must like a healthy young man, I know..."

Zhang Jingshu babbled alone in front of the grave for a long time, and finally hurried down the mountain under the scorching sun. In the evening, he brought a gift to visit the home of the high school head teacher, and heard the news that someone had inquired about him a while ago, and finally confirmed this. The person couldn't be the Meng Xiaodong he guessed before.

After being left by the teacher for a meal, it was after eight o'clock in the evening when Zhang Jingshu left there. When he got into the taxi, he was too lazy to think about who was wandering around to inquire about him.

What should come will always come, and some things cannot be avoided.

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