monster study

The reunion of the Lu family father and son was as ordinary as a crabapple that thanked last year and reopened this year, it was nothing more than a natural thing.The two sat down and talked, talking about trivial matters.

But Shang Si looked at it for a while, and felt that this should be the case.That's fine, very good.

He backed away quietly, and slowly walked back to the room with his hands behind his back, feeling very good.

The next day, Lu Zhifei woke up and found that it was already nine o'clock in the morning.This was the first time he overslept in so many years, and he was surprised.But after thinking about it, maybe it was because his long-cherished wish was fulfilled, there was nothing to worry him about in his life, he relaxed, and naturally overslept.

After getting up to wash up, Lu Zhifei found that the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was still there, so he washed his face carefully, lest he wipe it off.

I should still be able to see it today, right?

As Lu Zhifei thought about it, his steps became a little hurried.As soon as he opened the door and went out, he saw Shang Si and his father sitting under the ginkgo tree talking happily.The two of them didn't know what they said, but a sincere smile appeared on Lu Tingfang's face.

Seeing Lu Zhifei passing by, Lu Tingfang waved and said, "Zhifei, you can go dig a pot of daughter's red under the tree later, and entertain him well."

Daughter red?Hospitality four?Lu Zhifei looked at Shang Si in surprise, it was only a short while ago, how could Shang Si have gotten to this point?

Shang Si raised his eyebrows at him, with an expression of "comment me, I know I'm amazing".

Lu Zhifei didn't have time to talk to him, so he was thinking now: Does Dad know the real relationship between him and Shang Si?If he knew, would he smash the wine jar on Shang Si's head?

Ah, Shang Si is so powerful, he shouldn't be killed, right?

That way there is nothing to worry about.

After a while, Lu Zhifei really found a small shovel and came over to dig the soil. Lu Tingfang and Shang Si squatted next to him, watching him dig.From time to time, Lu Zhifei talked, talking about everything in the world, and the friendship between men is sometimes as simple as that.

As a result, Wu Qiangqiang and Xiao Qiao got the news that Lu Zhifei was digging the soil from somewhere, and they also came to watch.Wu Qiangqiang couldn't help but feel distressed seeing Lu Zhifei digging hard by himself.

Lu's father is a spirit body and can't dig it up, "Why are you just looking at it, fourth master, help dig it out."

Shang Si hadn't spoken yet, but Lu Tingfang defended him: "No, it's more sincere to let Zhifei dig it out himself."

Wu Qiangqiang was stunned, Xiao Qiao was also stunned, and even Nan Ying who came over couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Dad do you know what you're talking about Dad?

So a group of people gathered around Lu Zhifei to watch him dig a hole. Lu Zhifei felt very bad, and he wanted to shovel them all over with a shovel and bury them all in the hole.

Shang Si couldn't help asking: "Isn't Zhifei a boy? How did you become a daughter?"

Lu Tingfang didn't know that Shang Si's heart was sinister. Thinking back then, she couldn't help but smile, "Back then Ting'an thought that Zhifei would be a girl, so he took me to make these wines together, saying it was a gift for Zhifei. Who knew that the old man When carrying him back, Ting An opened the candle package and found that it was a boy, and he was still holding the newly made little girl's clothes and was sad for a long time..."

"Dad." Lu Zhifei interrupted in time, and if he didn't interrupt, Lu Tingfang would have said everything.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." Lu Tingfang stopped with a smile, and if his son refused to let him speak, he would stop.

It's just that even though I didn't say it, the memories have already been brought back.Lu Tingfang looked at the grown-up boy, and then recalled the pink little doll in her mind who was sleeping sprawled with her fists clenched, and she felt particularly touched.

So many years have passed.

Ting An has been dead for so many years.

In fact, when I recalled it in a trance, the scene of Ting An standing in the baby bucket, babbling and raising his head to talk to him, seemed to be just yesterday.

He opened his big curious eyes, stretched out his little pink hands through his long blond hair, and couldn't be happier.It's just that as time passed, his health became worse and worse, his face was no longer as tender as before, and he spent most of the day lying in bed.

Lu Tingfang sometimes mentioned his childhood memories to him, and he was very annoyed.He didn't want to admit that the kid who had to be hugged for injections and medicine was himself, but he still liked to play with his hair.I like to sit on his branch on rainy days and let him fold the leaves into a big umbrella.He likes to lie under the tree in golden autumn and October, and let the golden leaves cover his whole body.

When the wind blows, golden ginkgo leaves are flying all over the yard, so he holds up an umbrella and says it's raining.

Lu Zhifei saw that his father stopped talking suddenly, with memories in his eyes, and a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, so he knew that he thought of his father again.He didn't bother, and continued digging.

Finally, the wine jar was dug out.Shang Si stared at Lu Zhifei picking up a jar of wine, wiped off the dirt on the jar with his white fingers, and then watched him hold the jar in his arms, feeling itchy.

He followed Lu Zhifei all the way to the kitchen, and as he walked, he bumped into Lu Zhifei's shoulder from time to time.

Lu Zhifei glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and he asked with a smile, "My daughter is red?"

"Do you still want to drink?" Lu Zhifei asked back.

"Think." Shang Si shut up wisely.

In the kitchen, Lu Zhifei lifted the mud seal and poured out a little for Shang Si to taste first.

The beauty was holding fine wine, so Shang Si had no reason not to join in, so he just lowered his head and drank it from the wine glass in Lu Zhifei's hand.Lu Zhifei's fingers were a little stiff due to his sudden movement, but the person had already approached him, so he had no choice but to tilt the wine glass to feed him.

Then, a kiss that was not unexpected, smacked his lips with the smell of wine.

Shang Si restrained himself a lot this time, and let him go after a while, hugging his waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, watching him prepare the fruit plate.Lu Zhifei was a little dizzy, because thanks to Shang Si, he felt that a small half of the glass of wine had entered his stomach.

However, Shang Si still hugged him so intimately, sending the faint smell of alcohol into his mouth and nose, even his ears were itchy.

So when he returned to the yard with the fruit plate and Shang Si, his face was still a little red.Lu Tingfang saw it and smelled the faint smell of alcohol. She couldn't help laughing and said, "Zhifei has grown up and loves to drink. I guess, he must drink better than your father, right?"

"Can't he drink?" Lu Zhifei asked.

Lu Tingfang nodded, stretched out a finger, then bent, "Half a glass."

At this time, Taibai Taihei suddenly pointed at the courtyard wall and shouted, "Ah! Beast!"

Lu Zhifei followed their gaze, and saw the mythical beast sitting on the wall of his house on the corner of the eaves, raising a paw to protest, "What kind of beast! I'm Yayu, Yayu!"

The little fat man "hummed" and made a face at him, "Beast, it's a beast!"

Yayu jumped off the courtyard wall and paced around the two of them, "Say it again, say it again?"

The little fat man faltered immediately, "Lu Lu, help!"

Lu Zhifei went over dumbfounded, "He's just kidding with you."

Yayu hum, no comment.But he suddenly became suspicious again, walked around Lu Zhifei twice, and said, "Huh? You are not him? You look a little different."

Lu Zhifei understood, "You know my father?"

Ya Yu also understood, "That's your father, I just said... Ah, I remembered, that person is dead, I think about it, did he die yesterday? Or last year?"

Yayu's memory makes people unable to complain, but what he mentioned makes Lu Zhifei more concerned, "When my father died, were you there?"

"Yeah." Yayu shook his stone head, as if he wanted to shake his memory more clearly, "I remember that the weather was very good that day, oh no, it was very bad, ouch, it doesn't matter if it is good or not, anyway, the world It’s raining in the sun, I really hate it, you know? It’s raining for me while the sun is still up…”

Yayu talked about a lot of things, and finally got to the point, "Anyway, the rain came and went quickly, so I took a nap, and your father was lying in the yard. It moved. The leaves fell like a rain of gold, and the branches were almost bald..."

Hearing what he said, Lu Zhifei seemed to remember something vaguely.

When Lu Tingan died, he was too young to remember anything.But if it was a golden rain, perhaps he had seen it before.

From his bedroom room, looking out through the latticed window, he could just see the luxuriant tree.The golden rain is too beautiful to be seen in the world.

The person lying on the ground has lost his vitality forever, his young face is sickly, regretful and peaceful, and all of these are covered by boundless fallen leaves.

Quietly, a golden funeral was completed like this.

"Zhifei." Lu Tingfang shouted all his life, pulling Lu Zhifei back from his fugue.

He turned his head and heard Lu Tingfang ask, "How long will you stay this time?"

"Five days."

"That's it." Lu Tingfang thought for a while and said, "Then go see your father in the afternoon."

Lu Zhifei nodded. He didn't make a special trip to visit the tomb during Qingming, so he should visit it both emotionally and rationally.Lu Tingfang couldn't leave the ginkgo tree too far, so he couldn't go to the ancestral grave, so he had to tell him everything, "Remember to bring his favorite plum cake, loquat and strawberry later, he doesn't like apples, so don't buy apples. "

"okay, I get it."

"Also." Lu Tingfang paused, and handed him a golden ginkgo leaf, "Give this to him."

Uncle Wu and the others went to sweep the grave in the past, because they couldn't see Lu Tingfang, so they never thought that a ginkgo tree in the courtyard would have anything to do with the young master who died young, and naturally they couldn't hear Lu Tingfang's appeal.

Only when Lu Tingfang misses him, will he ask a passing bird to take a piece of gold leaf that he has carefully preserved, and express his condolences.

This year is different, Lu Zhifei has grown up and can see him, so the meaning is naturally different for him to take the leaves.

So after lunch, Lu Zhifei took the prepared plum cake and the loquat picked at home, and pushed his bicycle out the door.

But as soon as he stepped on the bicycle, he pedaled and found that he couldn't pedal.Turning around, I saw Shang Si sitting on the back seat generously, looking at him with folded arms.

"What are you doing with me?"

"At least I drank Nurhong, how can I not meet my daughter's father?" Shang Si smiled, stood up, drove Lu Zhifei out of the car, then rode on himself, took out his sunglasses and put it on handsomely, "Get in the car. "

As the bicycle passed the Qingshiban road, the jingle of the bicycle bell rang.

Lu Zhifei grabbed Shang Si's clothes, and the gentle breeze blew by his ears, reminding him of the first time he rode Shang Si with him.At that time, he hadn't thought at all that one day Shang Si would take him around his hometown on a bicycle.

He smiled slightly, grabbed Shang Si's clothes and poked his head out to look, "Stop in front."

The bicycle stopped smoothly, and Lu Zhifei got out of the car to buy some fruit.Shang Si pushed the cart to his side, looked at a large pile of bright red strawberries, and said, "I really like eating strawberries too."

Lu Zhifei ignored him and bought a bag by himself.After paying, he turned his head to look at a man wearing sunglasses who was pretending to be angry with folded arms, and stuffed a very big strawberry into his hand, "Here, yours."

"Only one?"

"Don't pay me back." Lu Zhifei stretched out his hand.

"Who said I don't want it anymore." Shang Si put the strawberry into the car basket, and was worried that it would be spoiled, so he took it out, drew a little mana to make a strand of black rope, and tied the strawberry to the handlebar of the car superior.

Lu Zhifei looked at his childish behavior and said helplessly, "Let's go."

On the other side, Yayu is still silent in his memory maze, unable to extricate himself.Even when Taibai Taihei climbed him like a hill, he only occasionally shook his body to shake them off.

When Lu Tingfang saw him, he asked Wu Qiangqiang to get some wine and brought it to Yayu.Smelling the aroma of the wine, Ya Yu suddenly lost his mind and drank happily while holding the wine bottle.

"Hi!" A wine hiccup came out, and Yu Yu's memory seemed to clear up. He looked at Lu Tingfang drunkenly, and said, "Hey, little Ginkgo, how long has it been since you transformed into a human form?"

Lu Tingfang remembered this clearly, "46 years."

"46 years? That's right, that's right, you've been the only one who has transformed in this area for a hundred years, which proves that our place is a treasure land of geomantic omen! Thanks to my guarding by the Great God of Fish, hahahahaha..."

"Wow, Uncle Lu, so you are so young?" Wu Qiangqiang's voice came from beside the stone table.

Lu Tingfang turned her head and smiled sheepishly, "Yes, it's really not long since I transformed."

Nanying smiled and picked up a piece of pastry to cover Wu Qiangqiang's mouth, and then said: "Tingfang, Fanghua in Tingzhong, Zhifei's father gave you this name?"

"Yes." Lu Tingfang nodded, "We were born in the same year, the same month, and the same day. He is from the generation of Ting, so he also gave me a homonym."

Tingfang and Ting'an knew each other well, Mu Huanian.