Hanqing Japanese Words

In the year of auspicious snow, it began to snow heavily from noon on New Year's Eve of that year, and by four o'clock in the afternoon, the snow in the corridor had accumulated to the ankles.

The snow falls silently, but the TV at home cheerfully transmits the joy of the New Year from all over the world. This joyful and hilarious sound has a lonely echo in the living room. The only accompaniment to the TV is Guan Qing's rolling pin——

cluck, cluck...

Cheng Han was forced to sit on the chair by him, his eyelids were fighting, and the head on his neck was always clicking and clicking.

"Wake up," Guan Qing kicked off his chair, "Today's New Year's Eve, don't sleep, be more energetic!"

Cheng Han was paralyzed, leaning on the back of the chair and looking at him lazily with his head tilted. He yawned a lot, and saw Guan Qing throw the rolled dumpling wrappers on the panel in front of him.

"Go wash your hands and help me make dumplings."

He stood up lazily, washed his hands and came back to put the dumpling wrappers on his hands, still sleepy and blurred,

"How to pack?"

Guan Qing didn't raise his head: "Wrap it with your hand."

Cheng Han pouted helplessly, Guan Qing picked up another piece of skin with a smile, and taught him with his hands, but Cheng Han's talent was given to fights since he was a child, and the dumplings he made seemed to be beaten by someone, or they were stuffed If you put too much, the opening cannot be sealed, and you are beaten and vomited blood; or if you put too little, it is flat and flat and strangely shaped, and you can’t stand it upright. On the curtain, there is an army of neat and fat dumplings Looking up at the sky, ugly and unconventional.

He himself is quite beautiful, looking at his work with satisfaction, he said to Guan Qing:

"Come on, Xiaoguanzi, master, I will dedicate it to you for the first time in my life. Don't be embarrassed when it's cooked. I won't snatch it from you. These are all yours."

Guan Qing rolled his skin, and showed a flattered tone cooperatively:

"Really? Thank you, my lord. I have never seen such a handsome dumpling in my life. I think this dumpling will definitely carry forward its genes and pass it on from generation to generation. Once I eat one, I will be ashamed." It's glowing!"

"It's more than that!" Cheng Han suppressed his voice to imitate him, shook his head and said, "Master, the dumplings I made will not only make you look radiant, but even the shit you pull out will last forever!"

Guan Qing: "..." He put down the rolling pin, stared at him sullenly and speechlessly, then raised his hand to touch his face.

Cheng Han was caught off guard by having his mouth wiped with flour, and immediately spat out "Bah, Bah, Bah!" After spitting, he said with a hopeless expression, "Childish!"

As a result, two or three seconds later, when Guan Qing lowered his head to roll the skin again, he suddenly held the back of his head, and Cheng Han rubbed a large handful of flour onto his face as if washing his face.When he let go, Guan Qing opened his eyes, even his eyelashes turned white.

Cheng Han hummed a little tune, shrugged his shoulders shyly under Guan Qing's angry eyes, lifted the curtain and turned around to go to the kitchen. Before taking two steps, Guan Qing rushed up from behind, hanging on him He was so frightened that he quickly held the curtain with both hands and shouted:

"Dumpling, dumpling, the dumpling is about to fall! Don't make trouble!"

Finally, after this curtain of dumplings came out of the pot, almost all the dumplings made by Cheng Han were wiped out, and they were all boiled to pieces and buried at the bottom of the pot. Guan Qing specially filled two of them and served them to him. He frowned in disgust when he saw it. The only remaining two dumplings still entered Guan Qing's stomach.

Not long after the Spring Festival Gala started, Xin Fuyou braved the wind and snow and carried a lot of bags into the door, picked and picked among the pile of bags, and threw one to Cheng Han and one to Guan Qing,

"My mother prepared new clothes and underwear for us, so you two should hurry up and put them on. It won't work after twelve o'clock! New year and new weather, you must wear new clothes during the New Year!"

Cheng Han picked up the clothes and took a look. It was a bright red turtleneck sweater, which felt a little stiff and smelled like washing powder.After Youzi took off his down jacket, he realized that this sweater was exactly the same as the one on Youzi, and he picked up the ones in Guan Qing's bag again. Well, the three pieces were exactly the same, and they were all festive like a groom.

Youzi showed off and said, "My mother wove it herself! I wove it for myself, but who told you that I was a child, and forced you to get along with me. The old lady has been knitting for several months!"

Cheng Han laughed and said, "When I go to your house to celebrate the New Year tomorrow, I must tell Aunt Xin that you call her old lady behind her back!"

Youzi became angry immediately, jumped up and grabbed the sweater, "You ungrateful thing! Give me back the clothes! I won't give you any more, so you can celebrate the New Year naked!"

Cheng Han begged for mercy: "It's wrong, it's wrong, I will never sue, Lord Xin, please forgive me!"

The condition of the family is not good, but courtesy is light and affection is heavy. It is the first time for Cheng Han and Guan Qingchang to wear clothes specially hand-woven for them.The stitches and stitches are worn with care and heart. The high collar is thick and ironed. When Cheng Han changes his clothes and comes out of the bedroom, he can clearly see his red eyes.

"Sure enough, young master, I am the most suave." He touched the sweater on his body and raised his neck proudly. "I am the most handsome in the same clothes!"

Youzi and Guan Qing rolled their eyes at him at the same time, but thinking about it now, the three of them were trying their best to force a smile.One has a home but cannot return, the other returns home but has no father or mother, and the happiest of them has a son, facing his two brothers who share the same illness, he feels bitterness and sighs in his heart.

When the New Year's bell rang, Cheng Han and Youzi set off firecrackers at the entrance of the corridor covered with snow, Guan Qing brought out steaming dumplings, drank a couple of baijiu, and all three of them took off their sweaters, except for Guan Qing who was still reserved Wearing trousers, both of them were shirtless with only a pair of big pants left.

Cheng Han fought with Youzi, and they both won and lost. After drinking the second bottle of white wine, Youzi got drunk, and after killing him, he put the wine glass on the table heavily, and said proudly:

"Brothers sing a song for you, listen—" He cleared his throat, his formerly wretched appearance has become brighter and brighter under the butcher's knife of the years, his eyes are small but his eyebrows are very stylish, The bridge of the nose has also grown taller, and the acne pits have been flattened after the skin on the face has grown. The rough pores have added a bit of a manly taste. He is neither tall nor short, but premature hard work makes him taller than his peers. Stocky, is a typical northeast man.

The man blushed and opened his mouth thickly, singing loudly:

"Alone at this night...I'm so lonely that I can't sleep, I really want to find someone to accompany me, I don't want to get drunk alone..."

After listening to it for a long time, Guan Qing realized from the lyrics that this is an Internet song that has been popular in the streets and alleys recently. He tried his best to control his frowning, but Youzi's out-of-tune singing voice that ran to his grandma's house became more and more serious. It is getting louder and louder, wishing to run out of the earth and go to the universe to destroy alien friends. While singing, he clasped his hands to hold his chest, and entered the climax of the song with deep affection:

"Seeing me cry, you don't turn your head back. After crying, the tears dry up and your heart turns to ashes. You don't want to give me the beauty I want. How can you face my broken heart!!!"

"Hahahaha!" Cheng Han slapped the table and laughed wildly. Tears burst into tears in Youzi's trembling voice, but Youzi remained undisturbed and sent affectionately to his two listeners. Qiubo, after singing a song, he became addicted, and suddenly stood up from the chair and continued to sing:

"That night you didn't reject me, that night I hurt you, that night... oh that night... oh, the first snow in 2002 came earlier than usual cars... eh?" Youzi thought in confusion: "Oh, the words don't seem right?" But he quickly played the next magic song automatically, resolutely ignoring Cheng Han's loud laughter.

"Oh, the flowers blooming in front of the grave is the beauty you long for. Look at the mountains and plains..." At this point, Youzi didn't switch up, suddenly stopped, and grabbed Cheng Han with each hand. With Guan Qing's hand, he straightened his neck and screamed, "Do you still feel lonely!!!"

Cheng Hanxiao couldn't even straighten his waist, he kept digging under the table, his eyes were full of tears, his face was blushing, he put his breath on Guan Qing's shoulder and said:

"Quick... Shut him up, I can't take it anymore! It's killing me!"

Guan Qing looked at him obsessively, with a gentle and pitiful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Youzi finally had enough of howling, he let out a sigh of satisfaction, "How about it? Admit it, my buddy's singing is invincible in the world!"

Cheng Han clutched his stomach, laughed and yelled, "Invincible, you are really invincible," he said in admiration, "It's going to kill me!"

Youzi excitedly raised his head towards Guan Qing, "Qing'er, you come too, let Cheng Han see and see."

Guan Qing glanced at Cheng Han shyly, saw that he was also looking at him expectantly, and opened his mouth: "Get up, people who don't want to be slaves..." He successfully harvested two supercilious eyes.

As soon as he finished singing, the room became quiet again. He and Youzi had a good understanding, and they both used their eyes to signal to Cheng Han, "It's your turn."Cheng Han suppressed his smile, looked at them mysteriously and said:

"Do you know what songs are sung in prison?"

Both of them were taken aback. This was the first time Cheng Han mentioned the matter in the prison after he came out. Guan Qing and Youzi adjusted their expressions and asked curiously, "What are you singing?"

Cheng Han didn't answer, just looked at the wine glass on the table, then smiled leisurely, and sang:

"Iron gates, iron windows, iron chains, hold on to the iron windows and I go outside. How beautiful the life outside is, when will I return to my homeland. All the iron chains locked me, my friend, listen to me sing a song, There are regrets and hatred in the singing, I fly with the singing, the moon bends in my heart, I miss my mother in prison, I regret not listening to my mother, now I am a prisoner..."

His lowered eyelids cast a shadow under his eyelids, and his casual singing was as easy as it came at hand. There was no high-pitched note, only thousands of twists and turns, tactfully recited in his magnetic voice, but he The corners of his mouth gradually curled up, stained with a hint of sarcasm,

"Yue'er, take care of your mother's heart, think carefully in the prison, don't just regret and hate, change your mind and start a new life. Tears flow in the eyes of a loving mother, and my son will add sorrow to your mother. If there is a day when you will turn back, Gan Sa Warm blood for spring and autumn."

Guan Qing looked at him at that time, and forgot everything about people and things in his singing. In a trance, the whole world was filled with his low-pitched singing, the beauty and melancholy of a long stream of water; A thick eyebrow, a flutter of eyelashes, all slowly filled his heart with the soul-stirring voice.

But his gradually cooling eyes, the corners of his thin lips raised high, all reveal the cruelty and cruelty in his nature.It made Guan Qing's heart hot and cold, and his soul returned after being lost, like a basin of ice water in his pocket in the cold winter months, which woke him up instantly——

how can i love himHow can I... love him?How should I love this person who is full of bitter stubble with his handsome appearance and ecstatic voice?how to love

He felt sorry for Cheng Han, but also for himself. He cried behind bars while singing a prison song, which made him seem to see his love that ended in bleakness.

After Cheng Han finished singing, the mean corners of his lips instantly turned into his usual unscrupulous smile. He looked at the two of them leisurely and asked:

"How about it? Let's move!"

Youzi's eyes lit up, and he immediately decided: "You should go to sing! Be a singer!"

"Ah?" Cheng Han couldn't keep up with his train of thought, and raised his eyebrows high, "What are you talking about?"

Youzi nodded excitedly, and said firmly again: "Hanzi, you have to sing, you sing so well! It's so good! It's so beautiful. I've lived so long in my life, and I've never heard it sing better than you People, really, don't believe it!"

As he spoke, he stretched his arms under Cheng Han's eyelids, "You sing so well that I get goosebumps! It's the first fucking time I've found your voice so... so..." He said this several times in a row, struggling Searching for adjectives in my mind, "So... awesome! Like a knife, singing so much that my spirit cap is lifted!"

Cheng Han dodged his arm backwards in disgust, "I fucking sang tears behind bars, not a soul song! Why are you so crazy during Chinese New Year!"

Youzi was eager to prove his innocence, jumping up and down in a hurry, turned his head and saw Guan Qing, and then grabbed him as if he had seen a savior, his eyes were extremely expectant and determined:

"Qing'er, tell me, does he sing well?"

Seeing the two of them staring at him, Guan Qing looked at Youzi, then turned to stare at Cheng Han, and said with certainty:

"It's nice, the voice is nice, the tune is nice, not only nice, but also special." He looked at Cheng Han firmly, and said to him seriously and paranoidly, "Youzi didn't lie to you, come out and say the first sentence to me." I also got goosebumps when I was talking, and now you are talking to me, I am a little uncomfortable."

"That's right, I didn't lie to you!" Youzi united with him, and the two of them stared at him with eyes that had discovered a treasure, "You should go and sing!"