Two pots of water

"What are you talking about?" Mom also looked at him.

Her relaxed posture didn't change, but her gaze quickly became sharp after seeing Jiang Chu's intentions.

"You talk, I'll go to sleep for a while." Fang Zhou never got involved in the serious conversation between the two of them, and got up with his teacup.

Jiang Chu turned his head and smiled at him, then looked back at his mother, who still stared at his face without moving her eyeballs.

"I'm not suitable with Qianqian." Jiang Chu said.

"What's the matter?" Mom sat up a little more, crossed her hands together, "I think you have a good chat."

Just as Jiang Chu opened her mouth to speak, she smiled again and said, "Then who are you suitable for? Tell me, what kind of mother do you like?"

"Mom." Jiang Chu lowered his eyelids and paused for two seconds, then looked up at her again, "Don't make trouble for me."

"You have done everything you can for me, and I have done everything I can. You want me to try to get in touch with Qianqian, watch a movie and have dinner, so I went." Jiang Chu said.

"You didn't dare to tell me about today's meal in advance, because you knew that I would definitely not like it." He paused, and his tone was lighter and slower, "I stayed and ate if I didn't like it, and I didn't make it difficult for you to come down." Otherwise, if I just turn around and leave, Mom, can you still tie me to the table?"

Mom's eyebrows furrowed vigorously.

"Unhappy, aren't you?" She let herself smile, "Today is my problem, I'm a little anxious. In fact, I really just called you, Aunt Pan, to come to our house for a gathering. I didn't think about it."

There should be no one in the world who is better at playing sloppy than the identity of "mother".

Jiang Chu sighed in his heart, so helpless that he didn't have the heart to expose her.

After thinking about it, he simply confessed everything to his mother.

"Let's be honest, Mom." Jiang Chu squeezed his mother's legs twice, "This matter is not about how you and Auntie Pan think about it, it doesn't even matter to me. Qianqian doesn't think about dating at all."

Mom frowned again.

"She said it, and I said it too." Jiang Chu knew what his mother was thinking, "You and Aunt Pan just don't listen."

"Actually, we have also thought about whether we should really get in touch. On the one hand..." Jiang Chu paused, unable to continue with this sentence.

As if he was suddenly tired, he turned his wrist and rubbed the center of his brow vigorously.

"It turned out that within a few days, you called people home for dinner."

He rubbed and continued.

"I was thinking at the dinner table just now, if I don't tell you clearly today, maybe you will arrange something next time, so I can't say no." Jiang Chu put down his hand and looked at his mother again, "Mom, you just have to Should I make do with her?"

"I didn't ask you to make do with it, didn't I tell you, I'll find you what you like." The corners of the mother's mouth were tightly pursed unconsciously, and her tone was much sharper when she spoke again.

"Otherwise, what do you want, huh? Jiang Chu?" There was annoyance and doubt in her eyes.

Jiang Chu stared at her for a while, and when he was about to speak, his mother interrupted him for the second time.

"You're thirty, Jiang Chu, you're not 21 or [-]." His mother stared at him with warnings in her eyes, but her voice continued to drop.

"You're not a child, don't think about it for me. Don't think your mother is a fool." She folded her hands and popped out an index finger, pointing to Jiang Chu, and pointing to herself, "I, when you At this age, you will call mom."

"If it was me at the age of 30 who went to mess up and couldn't figure it out, let's not talk about those neighbors, relatives and friends, but you, my own son." She tapped Jiang Chu's chest twice, "Do you think that? It's like watching a big joke."

My mother said the last sentence almost in a breathy voice.

I don't know if it's because my throat is too low or for some other reason, but I still tremble with excitement.

During the whole process of her speaking, her posture and expression remained unchanged.

It's just that the upper body leaned forward slightly, and then leaned back again after pointing Jiang Chu.

With such a light tone, such a casual gesture, the sense of oppression is like a huge bell, thickly and abruptly covering Jiang Chu's face.

Jiang Chu's jaw was tightly tensed, his nerves and fingers were tense, and his masseter muscle slid uncontrollably on the side of his face.

From the time he heard the overly clear emphasis of "30 years old" and "21 years old", he was like being stuck into a clockwork on the top of his head, following every word of his mother, "circling" Creaking" until it can't be twisted.

Jiang Chu never thought that it would be his mother who would take the initiative to pierce the layer of cellophane that had been deliberately maintained.

Although she didn't say it clearly, the phrase "don't think your mother is a fool" is enough to imply everything.

After staring at each other for a while, my mother took the lead in slowing down her eyes, showing a rare tired look in front of Jiang Chu.

"I was able to give birth to you, and let you grow so big with all your arms and legs, so I can be your mother." Her eyebrows were wrinkled again, but this time the momentum revealed was not strong.

"Have I been running around outside all these years? I haven't seen anyone, huh?" The mother hesitated to speak, "If I am really an unreasonable mother, I can let that child live with you for two years." Three years?"

"I really don't want to be reasonable, and I don't have to work so hard to go around with you." Mom said, "Just give me two slaps so you can explain clearly to me, and I can save myself from scaring myself for a few days."

"If you..." She gritted her teeth, "If you are serious, what can I do to you? You said it yourself, and I can't tie you up with a rope."

"Anyway, if I close my eyes in a few years, I won't be able to see what your life is like, and I won't be able to make things difficult for you." My mother tilted her head and waved her hands.

"...Mom." Jiang Chu hoarsely told her not to say such words.

In this short period of time, he received too much information and emotions, wave after wave, making Jiang Chu breathless.

"I'm still 'Mom', and I still have the face to be 'Mom'." My mother turned her head to stare at Jiang Chu, slapped him twice on the back of the shoulder, and said softly, "I really want to beat him up." Break your leg, Jiang Chu, how much I wish you could refute me, saying that my thoughts are crooked... just give me shit!"

Jiang Chu didn't dodge, he straightened his waist like he stood up to attention when he was beaten when he was a child.

After these two slaps, my mother's strength seemed to have been vented out.

Her shoulders slumped, she didn't know where she was looking, and she was in a daze for a while.

"If you really can't break it off like this, I will admit it.

"After a while, she continued to speak.

"Anyway, I'm not qualified to be a mother. This is God punishing me. I can't force you to be a worry-free son." The mother looked at Jiang Chu again and wiped her face.

"You are right about that sentence." She snorted through her nasal cavity, "I have thought of all the ways that a mother should think about this matter, and I have done everything I should do."

"You can do whatever you want, whether you should get married or not when you reach the age you want to start a family, what your friends think and what others ask, you are the one who gets poked in the back." She said to Jiang Chu.

Jiang Chu was stunned.

Just when she thought she heard it wrong, the mother's expression suddenly turned cold again: "But that child is impossible."

"Think about the relationship between the two of you. He is not a stone monkey. He didn't jump out without a father or a mother. His mother is alive. His father is your own father even if he is nothing!" Mom looked directly at Jiang Chu, her speech was as fast and menacing as chanting a mantra.

"He is young and ignorant... How old are you? Ah, son." The mother opened her mouth, her eyes were a little red, "Why did you open your mouth with his mother? Or do you want him to be like you, whether he should get married or not, etc. To make people laugh?"

"But you children are not mature now, I really let go and let you fool around, maybe you will understand in two days." My mother blew her nose and sneered.

"How old is he? Are you an ingot or something? Besides your mother, who can treat you like a treasure and hold you back?" She kicked off the little leather pads on the soles of her feet, "Are you almost thirty? I'll figure it out, how many years he is away from thirty, you can figure it out yourself."

"But as long as there is one day, this will not be something that can be seen." After finishing speaking, my mother leaned over her shoulders and emphasized to him.

"I was so worried that I scratched and lost my hair, even your Uncle Fang didn't dare to mention it to him." The mother's eyes were redder than before, and she continued to speak in a breathy voice, "Do you understand, Jiang Chu?"

After listening to what his mother said later, Jiang Chu couldn't feel what mood he was in anymore.

The saying "It doesn't itch if there are too many lice" seems to be applicable to emotions as well.

——The ups and downs of layer after layer have been stacked too much, and the waves are magnificent, but they are crushed to numbness.

At least I can talk to my mother, and I don't have to deal with it with Qianqian.

Jiang Chu comforted himself with joy in bitterness.

Overall, it should be a little easier than before.

Previously, facing mother and Qin Zui, he was twice as bored, cautious, helpless and exhausted.

Now I can temporarily put aside my mother's share.

For the remaining three days of the holiday, Jiang Chu didn't go anywhere, didn't do anything, and didn't want to think about anything.

Just rest at home.

He was so tired, everything was unsolvable and he couldn't see a way out.

He emptied everything recently, thinking about nothing.

Especially don't think about what Tan Zui said, "As long as I don't stay by your side, maybe I'll figure it out."

I also don't want my mother's phrase "How old are you, are you an ingot or something".

During the three days of freeing, the only question Jiang Chu thought about was one.

Obviously he is not stupid, if he really wants to argue, he has never had any disadvantages with anyone in terms of words since he was a child.

It happened to be Tan Zui and an old mother, Jiang Chu didn't seem to be able to say that he won against these two most important people in his life.

Don't say you won, you don't even have a chance to say everything.

The most important person can always gag him more easily.

The only person who occupies a large place in his life, sees him almost every day, and who won't make Jiang Chu unable to say a word, is his good brother Daben.

Life got back on track again and started to go to work. Da Ben seemed to have been holding back for a week without speaking, and would chatter with Jiang Chu as soon as they met.

After babbling about himself, he asked Jiang Chu why he was in a bad mood, forcing Jiang Chu to babble too.

Jiang Chu couldn't say anything, and his mother's words "This is not a matter of meeting people" came to his mind again.

He can only pick up what he can say and talk casually.

Da Ben was surrounded by clouds and fog.He summed it up by himself, and it probably meant that Jiang Chu quarreled with his mother because of such trivial matters as eating and dressing, and lost the quarrel.

"What's so strange about this." He opened his mouth and answered.

"One wife and one mother, you don't want to talk to them in this life." Da Ben, with an old-fashioned attitude of "someone who has experienced it", passed on his experience to Jiang Chu, "Who have you ever met who is serious and serious?" Is my wife reasonable?"

Jiang Chu smiled.

It is not impossible to insist on such a substitution.

Talking about his wife and mother, the two chattered here and there, and Da Ben mentioned Tan Zui.

"Take care of your brother." He complained to Jiang Chu, "I sent him a WeChat message on National Day, but I haven't seen him back since it's over. What kind of child... hey, how did you and that sister develop?"

It's impossible for the younger sister, and it's cold for the younger brother.

"I'll return it to you. I won't return my calls." Jiang Chu subconsciously looked at his phone and said casually.

That day, he was thinking about the shadow in the small garden, so he couldn't help calling Tan Zui when he was still at his mother's house.

I didn't get through at the time, and I haven't answered until now.

"Ah?" Da Ben looked up at him, dazed.

Jiang Chu also frowned.

No matter how angry Tan Zui was with him, he would never fail to answer the phone.

Even if he was unhappy because of the photos, according to Tan Zui's temper, he should be more likely to ask him directly.

"Ill?" Da Ben gave a conservative guess.

"Call him." Jiang Chu sent Da Ben Tan Zui's cell phone number.

"Why call me back... You beat the child away, right?" Da Ben picked up his phone in a daze.

"You hit it first." Jiang Chu's eyebrows have not been smoothed since the frown just now, he bit a cigarette and lit it.

"I guess he also... Ah, Tan Zui?" Da Ben raised his hand in the middle of speaking, and gestured triumphantly at Jiang Chu, "Yes, in seconds."

Jiang Chu sipped his cigarette, leaned against the back of the chair and threw the lighter back into the pen holder.

Saying something over there, Da Ben turned away his phone to look at the number, and then at Jiang Chu: "You don't sound like that?"

Jiang Chu signaled him to open up.

"...Of course it doesn't sound like it. I'm Tan Zui's roommate." Kang Che's voice came out of the phone, and he smiled, "It's not convenient for Tan Zui to answer the phone right now. I'll tell him later."

"What about others?" Jiang Chu narrowed his eyes.

"Brother?" Kang Che reacted very quickly, he could recognize Jiang Chu's voice in just one sentence.

"It's me." Jiang Chu replied, and Da Ben handed him the phone, "What's wrong with him?"

"He..." Kang Che hesitated, his tone suddenly became serious, "He's hospitalized."