Hanqing Japanese Words

The summer nights in Zhejiang are sweltering. Although the air conditioner is turned on to cool you down, you will always have a headache the next day.After cleaning, Guan Qing sat at the table and practiced calligraphy with the fan on. This was probably influenced by Miao Miao. Miao Miao wrote well-formed lowercase script with one hand, and occasionally showed her hand, which always made them envious.Guan Qing knew that it was too late to learn calligraphy at his age. Since brush calligraphy is difficult to practice, calligraphy with hard brush can always be improved.

This house is much better than the one they lived in Beijing. It has two bedrooms and one living room, with a big balcony, good lighting and ventilation. The only downside is that he can no longer share the same house with Cheng Han.In addition, the two people's work and rest time is reversed, so they get along less.

It was nearly midnight, and he heard the door opening from the living room. Cheng Han was walking around outside. After a while, he came in with a can of beer and a bottle of fruit wine. He put the bottle of steaming fruit wine in the Beside him, sat down on his small bed by the window, gulped down a gulp of beer like a cow drinking water, and then lay down on his bed, the tiredness could not be concealed in his brows,

"Rao also retired today."

The pen in Guan Qing's hand paused, without looking at him, "Why did you suddenly divorce?"

Cheng Han shrugged indifferently, "She said that she didn't want to compromise, that physical marriage itself is a kind of compromise, no matter whether our marriage is true or not, as long as we get married, she will be bowing to the gang who forced her to recognize the reality and expect her to bow her head People admit defeat, but she is right, so she will not bow her head or admit defeat, and will fight against the evil forces to the end." He chuckled, "This is her exact words."

Guan Qing put down his pen, picked up the wine bottle at hand and took a sip, "Then does her mother know?"

Cheng Han sneered, "I sent her home tonight, and her mother called me in as soon as she saw me. Rao Ye has always done things neatly. As soon as she decided to retire, she returned all the wedding photos and banquets. Her mother He asked me why, and Rao told her about the divorce, and then," he played with the aluminum can in his hand, his face was cold, but his eyes were full of puzzlement, "her mother gave her a good slap Ear slaps, one after the other, the back of the hand was changed after the palm was slapped, and the right hand was slapped after the left hand was slapped. Even the mouth was bleeding from the slap. I have never seen such a mother and daughter in my life, they are like enemies! Reminds me of our prison That's the way the boss slaps people's ears, as hard as he wants."

Guan Qing was speechless, he couldn't imagine how he felt when he was beaten, was he full of anger or sadness?

Cheng Han sat up and drank the can of beer, then put it heavily on the desk, and lay back down again.

"Do you want to get married?" Guan Qing asked suddenly.

Cheng Han shook his head, "No, I thought about marrying a wife and having a baby before, but I really want a baby. We have never been able to have both parents in our whole life! I thought that if I had a son, I would be a thousand times more powerful." Treat him a hundred times better, let him live a life that I have never lived in my life, enjoy the blessings that I have never enjoyed in my life, and be a good and responsible father. Every time I think about it, my heart... Soft into a puddle of water."

He looked at Guan Qing with a smile in the soft light of the desk lamp, and when Guan Qing returned the same smile, he turned around contentedly and continued to look at the ceiling and said:

"But when I think about marrying a woman back, I feel very bad. I immediately counteract the excitement of wanting a son. I have seen so many girls, but Rao Ye, none of them can make me fall in love .But even Rao, I knew from the beginning that we were not suitable for marriage."

Guan Qing asked curiously, "Why isn't it suitable?"

Cheng Han folded his hands on his stomach, "Think about it, let's not mention that both of us are that kind...how should I say? Playing around? Anyway, both of us have bad personalities. Besides, when I married a daughter-in-law, I originally wanted to live a down-to-earth life. When I go home, I can have a warm meal and a warm bed for my wife and children. But it’s too wild. Could she be a good wife and mother at home? Impossible, anyway, if we really want to get married, it would be a disaster."

"Then what kind of wife do you want?"

Cheng Han thought about it seriously, and said: "The principal house in ancient times can manage the house and doesn't talk much. Leave me alone, grab my daily life, hold my son with the left hand, and serve her parents with the right hand. Tsk," he said with emotion: "I guess I will never get a wife in my life!"

"Well," Guan Qing agreed with his conclusion: "The analysis is correct!"

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time. Cheng Han asked him again: "What about you? When I went back to your factory to pick you up, I saw many beautiful girls. Why didn't you like any of them?"

Guan Qing lowered his head and didn't look at him. Under the light, his expression was inexplicably lonely, "I also want to find a girl like the main house in ancient times, so I won't be able to find a wife!"

"Okay, I have pursuit!" Cheng Han looked at him gratifiedly, and exclaimed: "If we really can't marry a wife for the rest of our lives, then when we are old and lose all our teeth, you will sit with me on the side of the road and flirt with me. Girl, I will accompany you to the vegetable market with a walking stick to bargain, and strive to finish our lustful, suave, and colorful old age life!"

Guan Qing raised the wine bottle in his hand to him: "Thank you for cultivating it."

Cheng Han waved his hand: "You're welcome! Then you can continue to practice your hard-tipped pen calligraphy, Mr. Huan, I have a meeting with Zhou Yue."

Guan Qing watched him walk out of the room with a smile, then lay down on the spot where he had just been, closed his eyes and rubbed the pillow, enjoying the lingering warmth.

Miaomiao's father's death sounded a wake-up call to these wandering wanderers. Their parents are old, and there will not be a few good years to enjoy family happiness.The few days spent at home during the Spring Festival every year are too insignificant for parents, and they don't want to regret it later.

Cheng Han planned to stay in Zhejiang during the Spring Festival this year, Guan Qing was worried about leaving him alone for the New Year, but he was reluctant to have the opportunity to get together with his father once a year.How to do it?Guan Qing thought of a compromise.

"I want to take my dad over here, what do you think?"

"Okay!" Cheng Han was lying on the bed holding the computer and playing games, without raising his head, he replied, "I should have taken it over a long time ago, I thought I would bring this up to you again in the spring, and take the old man over to enjoy it." Enjoy Qingfu Travel. But since you have a long holiday for Chinese New Year, it’s better to go back and pick it up now. Have you booked your ticket yet?”

"Well, I'm scheduled to come back from the second day of junior high school."

"So early?" Cheng Han looked over in surprise, "You go back at 29, and you have to go to Changchun on the second day of junior high school." He pondered for a while, "That's fine, then I will go I will pick you up at the airport. Let's go buy some New Year's goods in the afternoon, and bring something to Youzi's family by the way, let him study it when you go back, and let him bring Aunt Xin over for a stroll sometime."

Guan Qing was a little hesitant, "Are you...won't you go out for Chinese New Year?"

Cheng Han looked at him amusedly, "Where can I go during the Chinese New Year? I just stay here for the band, and there is no one in Kuosanniang Bar. I can make more money if I stay. Go back, anyway, it's only four For five days, I won’t join in the excitement of the Spring Festival travel.”

In the afternoon they went to buy new year's goods. Cheng Han bought a bunch of things for old man Guan and Youzi's parents, clothes and pants, gloves and scarves, all selected.Guan Qing was on the contrary, all he bought was food, he didn't trust him after all, he made a bunch of meatballs when he got home, even the dumplings were wrapped up according to the number of days and put in the refrigerator.

"Steam the meatballs in a pot, and put some water when they are salty. Pour the dumplings into the pot after the water boils. Remember to pour water three times after the dumplings float, or they won't be cooked through. And..." Guan Qing stared at the table I'm thinking about making a few more dishes.

"Okay," Cheng Han was speechless: "Can I still starve myself to death? Why are you so worried!"

Guan Qing also feels that he can really worry about it. Maybe the Spring Festival is always special in the hearts of Chinese people, so the separation of just four days seems very long to Guan Qing.When we meet again, it will be another year.

He looked back at the security checkpoint, and Cheng Han waved and smiled at him outside the door.Among the farewell crowd at the airport, they are just a drop in the ocean.

Sending off and saying goodbye are also the most common little things in life.Some partings become a lifetime inadvertently, and some are just a small part of countless fragments in life, and the melancholy at that time may be quickly forgotten.So before leaving, you must look back, think carefully, and look slowly. I only hope that one day, if you and I are lucky enough to gather at the frontier of time, we will not forget the heart of parting.

After the bell rang on New Year's Eve, Cheng Han called Youzi and Guan Qing one by one. Aunt Xin and Uncle Guan said a lot of the most homely greetings. Hearing the concerned words on the other end of the phone, Cheng Han's heart was very warm. , and after the warmth passed, he sat alone in the bedroom, raising his glass to the plate of fat dumplings in front of him: "Happy New Year, everyone."

Alas, still very lonely!

Guan Qing took his father's hand and walked towards the reception area of ​​the arrival hall. The old man was wearing a blue coat bought by Qian Chenghan and a pure wool octagonal hat, looking foreign from head to toe.

But Guan Aiguo's slender body could not hide his cowardice under this western-style clothes. He looked at the huge Pudong Airport curiously and enviously, clung to his son in the rushing crowd, and if he accidentally collided with other people's eyes , will hang his head in bewilderment.As a farmer in a small place, his uneasiness about suddenly coming to a big city fully exposed his inferiority complex.He was like a mayfly that was accidentally blown up into the sky by the wind. The height of the sky and the vastness of the sea brought him nothing but great panic.

Guan Qing took the luggage, dragged the suitcase with one hand and walked out with his father in the other. Countless glamorous people at the door looked around with great interest.Guan Qing found Cheng Han who stood out from the crowd at a glance, and saw Cheng Han smiling brightly when he was still far away. He couldn't wait to open his arms towards them, then walked over with big strides, hugged Guan Aiguo, and let go Looking carefully at the old man with his hands,

"My uncle is handsome! Who is this old man so foreign? You look so handsome in this suit!"

The old man smiled shyly and patted his arm, "Don't make fun of me," he said, looking up at him, "Why do I think you've grown taller again?"

"Really?" Cheng Han looked at Guan Qing happily.

Guan Qing mercilessly smashed the illusion and did not give him a chance to continue to be smug, "It's not that he has grown taller, it's that you are now hunchbacked. If you straighten your back, he will only be that tall again."

"Tsk," Cheng Han stared dissatisfiedly, and raised his head and chest in front of him, "You are taller than you even if you are so tall! For the sake of my uncle, I will spare your life first, otherwise... ..”

"How about otherwise?"

Cheng Han stretched his long arms around his neck, pressed him down and flicked his brains, "Otherwise you won't be able to get out of the airport, and Guan Qing will become Guan Hong!"

When he let go of Guan Qing, sure enough, his forehead was flushed. Guan Qing glared at him fiercely, causing Cheng Han to smile even more complacently.

Two slender young men led the old man to the parking lot. Cheng Han pressed the car key in a showy manner, and turned to the old man proudly.

Said: "How is it, sir? My car is cool enough!"

The old man looked at the shiny black car body, and praised him very face-savingly: "The brat has been powerful since he was a child, and he has bought all the cars in the past few years. It looks good and cool enough, and it suits you very well!"

At this moment, Guan Qing stepped between the two of them again, and said to the old man, "Dad, take a closer look at this row of cars. The yellow one is a Lamborghini, the black one over there is a Hummer, and the BMW 740 on the left. Han, this little black car is the cheapest in this row," he said, raising his chin towards Cheng Han, and provocatively said, "What's so beautiful about you! It's just a small Buick."

"You wait," Cheng Han pointed at him indignantly, "I'll throw you down when you reach the high speed later, so that you don't like my little Buick."

Thanks to the quarrel between the two of them, Guan Aiguo's panic when he first arrived in the big city calmed down a little.It's only over 100 kilometers from Shanghai to Zhejiang, but the traffic jam along this road is so tight that it takes two hours to drive for [-] kilometers.

Guan Aiguo looked out from the car window, with a curious expression on his face like a child, "Why are there so many cars? There are not as many cars in our entire town as on this road, right?"

Cheng Han looked in the rearview mirror, and smiled at Guan Qing, "It's like this during the Chinese New Year. This expressway leads to several cities from Shanghai to Zhejiang, and there is no toll charge during the Chinese New Year. There must be a lot of cars. It's not like this usually. exaggerate."

He took out a pack of unopened soft Chinese from his pocket, took one in his mouth, and handed the rest to the old man in the back seat, "Come on, sir, let's smoke a cigarette to lighten the anger."

Guan Qing gave him a disapproving look, and Cheng Han laughed dryly in his sharp eyes.

The old man looked left and right with the cigarette in his hands, shook his head and said, "Smoking is not good for your health. You are still young, so smoke as little as you can. Just the old Mr. Chen behind our house, who smokes too much. , died of lung cancer. Brat, you also remember to smoke less!"

Cheng Han looked up to the sky and sighed helplessly, "Master, you are really my dear uncle! Guan Qing whispers in my ear every day, if you come again this time, can you let me smoke a cigarette happily?"

The old man clicked down on the lighter, took a sip and squinted his eyes enjoying it, "For those who celebrate Chinese New Year, I promise you to smoke one happily!"