[Full-time master] Treading the waves

It's raining outside.

In order to clear the stadium for tomorrow's competition, not only are there no tourists and citizens, but even the staff are off work at this time, leaving him alone.He wandered from east to west, from the first row to the last row, and found a random corner to stay, far, far away from the center of the stage.He studied the black steel structure on the top floor for a while, and then closed his eyes to simulate the sword, light and sword that will be staged here tomorrow. The moves and moves were clanging, and the entire hall echoed with the sound of empty wind.

When I went out, I finally found that the weather had changed suddenly, the autumn leaves were startled, and the gatekeeper fell asleep with the raindrops on his pillow in his cubicle.To him, this is already the north, maybe not so north, but the endless humidity of the rainy season is somewhat annoying.It has been two days since the plane landed, and I haven't seen the sun. When I came in the afternoon, I finally stopped for a while, and now I started to toss again.

The rain kept falling, and even my heart became wrinkled.

He was thinking about the way to go back, and when he opened the door, he was surprised to see Zhou Zekai—in fact, the first thing he saw was the penguin pendant on his backpack, and he even slandered why the people of City S loved the mascot of their landmark team so much. the thing himself.Not the current one, but younger, maybe only 20 years old, with a jerky childishness on his face, looking up at the sky that seems to have leaked a hole, dazed and helpless.

Look, it's not my mistake not to read the weather forecast, he comforted himself, even the local aborigines still couldn't handle Huang Meitian.

This kid made his debut for two years, and everywhere he went on the field was bloody and bloody, but when he got off the stage, he was shy and boring, and he couldn't pry his mouth away if he didn't want to talk, his patience was like a river, and he was so quiet Like a little-known secret.

Completely opposite to myself.He also has things that flow like a river, which is what he wants to say to others.

He was really curious, how could there be such a person—so different from him.

He heard himself asking, Little Gunner, what are you doing here, you don't have an umbrella, right?Do you want senior to lend you?You can borrow it, but you will be paid, why don't you just--

He suddenly saw that Zhou Zekai was no longer standing under the eaves, but walked into the drizzle at some point, with a hazy mist floating around his body, and he seemed to smile reluctantly at him with the corners of his mouth pulled up.But that laugh didn't even take shape before being drowned in the sound of the growing rain, along with his unfinished words.

He couldn't find out what he wanted to say at that time, and he would never know Zhou Zekai's answer again.

The back of his head bumped against the glass, Huang Shaotian suddenly woke up from the dream, and heard the laughter of the people in the front row.His mother turned her head: "Finally woke up? My son is really amazing to be able to sleep all the way like that."

The car stereo sang the rock music of the last century that his father loved, and he covered his head and grinned to distract himself: "You can only praise me once in half a year, and it's okay to praise me once in a while. , am I the one in the lottery for reposting on your Weibo?"

His father was busy turning the car from the provincial highway into the sheep intestines alley, and he still took the time to tease: "Your mother is really obsessed with this recently. Weibo is full of lottery draws, and it has been removed several times. If this continues, it will sooner or later title."

"What about me? Look at what's on your Weibo. It's a good thing not to believe in rumors and not to spread rumors. You can't retweet rumors every day, right? By the way, Shaotian, I want you to pay attention to my mother and cheer me up." Fan, why don't you listen?"

Huang Shaotian got a headache when he heard this.Ever since I introduced this social platform to my parents, it hasn’t stopped. People of all ages have an internet celebrity heart; he does have millions of fans, but if he really pays attention to his mother, those little girls who don’t know how old are all day long Yun Guomen called her mother-in-law, it was even more annoying at that time.Alas, Kong has a filial heart to protect his mother, so why doesn't he appreciate it.

Saying haha, "Let's talk about it later", I saw the clear blue sky from the car window.In the dream, it was raining heavily, but outside the dream, the sky was full of sunshine.

It still hurts where it hit the glass.But whether the pain came from the physical injury or from the too long thoughts just now is unknown.What he knew was that it wasn't quite a dream.It happened, at least in part so real.

The car stopped in front of the old house, Huang Shaotian was carrying the piles of New Year's goods in the back seat, and saw his grandma waiting for them under the plum tree.The winter flowers are full of branches, which are as white as her hair.

Grandma is not his own grandma, but his grandfather's younger sister. Papa Huang grew up with her for a long time when he was a child.The old man does not have her own children by her side, and lives alone in the countryside, guarding her long river embankment and field ridges and trivial life. The neighbors are not lonely when they come and go, and they don’t even ask the younger generation to visit.

But no one doesn't like reunion, especially on such a day, grandma waved at them from all the way, her face full of joy.When Huang Shao got out of the car, he could smell the rich fragrance of wintersweet. He walked forward to meet the fragrance, leaving Lu Li's dream wreckage behind.

Although the hometown is not too far away, it has crossed the dividing line of zero degrees.There is no warmth and no heating in the central area. My father thought about installing air-conditioning and floor heating for the elderly, but he was firmly rejected.She and nature depend on each other for life, and they should never be separated.

The customary dinner in my hometown is the reunion dinner, and I have to watch the Spring Festival Gala.On New Year’s Eve in City G, most of the elders played cards all night, and young people invited their friends to go out to cross the Chinese New Year. Huang Shaotian hadn’t watched the Spring Festival Gala a few times since he was a child. Real-time jokes for the next two months.After eating dumplings, he wrapped himself into a zongzi, moved a small bench and shivered to watch TV with the old man.

Grandma asked: "Haven't you brought your daughter back this year?"

Grandma didn't know about Xia Tong, she thought he was a bachelor all the time, and he didn't intend to say: "I'm still young, you can't wait to hug your great-grandson?"

"I want to see if my great-grandson is the same as when you were a child."

"What was it like when I was a child? I don't have any photos at home. My dad thought it was too ugly and threw it away."

"Tiger head and tiger brain, fat baby, lucky."

"Ah? I'm actually fat... Then grandma, do you think I am very fit and stylish now? You may not believe it, but there are so many people who are obsessed with me, I can't even count them."

"I believe it, why don't I believe it, we must be the most handsome every day. How do you say... pretty boy?"

"Hey, he's pretty." Huang Shaotian lowered his head and peeled the grapefruit, he naturally connected to someone from this topic, and thought of all the struggles that had caused him to be overwhelmed recently.Grandma has always been a reliable tree hole for him, and there must be an outlet for those depressed emotions. He handed the grapefruit to grandma, "Actually..."

The flow of water was blocked.His mother called him from the room: "Shaotian, come here, call Tongtong."

The old man saw his hesitation and stroked his hair: "It's okay, we'll talk about it later."

Huang Shaotian sighed, wait a minute, he doesn't have the courage anymore.

Xia Tong has nothing else to do, just wish his parents a new year, and thank his aunt for the necklace by the way.She picked it out by herself, and it was the same rabbit shape as the original tail ring. The pure gold was full of charm, and it could be seen that it was shining golden even through not so good pixels.Huang Shaotian remembered seeing another person's necklace on the poster that day, a small one with no extra decorations, hanging securely on the collarbone, hiding the stars of the vast universe.

After a lot of nagging, the girl suddenly got up and left the lively living room, hid on the balcony, her expression and tone became serious: "My parents will visit your house in the next year, and they will definitely have to mention it again." Marriage. So you..."

"Procrastinate as long as you can, I know." Huang Shaotian reassured her, and the latter gave her a grateful look.He also secretly wondered that it was obviously Xia Tong who didn't want to get married even though he was indifferent to emotional needs.He thinks that the girl probably has someone she likes more, or really likes, and if she wants to speak out, he is willing to respect her.After all he also...

He also what.

He didn't know, and didn't dare to think about it.

Grandma has already fallen asleep, and the Spring Festival Gala is about to enter the repertoire.People have already started to set off firecrackers outside. It is not as gorgeous as the sky filled with fireworks, but the noise is lively enough.

Huang Shaotian sent happy New Year messages to the contestants with zero points, but he didn't get the first place—this throne was actually occupied by his captain.

Blessings were also posted on Weibo and Moments, and Lan Yu even started a group video, talking nonsense.After the end, he lay on the bed and looked back on the bitterness and sweetness of the past year. He thought about calling Zhou Zekai, but he held back.Getting closer and closer to the brink of danger, he couldn't do it.

The dream of the field is coming, the darkness falls silently, only a ray of moonlight.

But Zhou Zekai called him the next day.This incident was no longer a surprise, it was frightening, frightening to the point of horror, the first time since Pangu created the world and Nuwa created human beings.

After connecting, both of them remained silent. What was perfectly normal for Zhou Zekai, happened to Huang Shaotian, but it was too strange.The silence turned into a tangible existence through the sizzle of electricity, entangled for a long time, and then dispersed with the cold air current in the wilderness.They ended up laughing together.

Zhou Zekai's voice was light, with a soft nasal voice just waking up: "Happy New Year."

Regardless of whether it was a sign of spring or not, at least the permafrost began to thaw, the river rose, and it was no longer difficult to move.

Grandma is lying in a rocking chair in the sun with a cat in her arms.The whole body is snow white, only the cheeks are ginger yellow.He doesn't pay much attention to people, even if he rubs its ears and pokes its head, at most it raises its eyelids to give it a little peripheral vision, and continues to sleep with a dissatisfied meow.

In the past, Xia Tong occasionally sent him cat pictures, but now he was the first to think of Zhou Zekai by accident.I thought of it, so I did it, took a picture and sent it.

"Do you look like you?"

It's not like that at all.He just has nothing to say.

Zhou Zekai's news came back very quickly.He only replied one word, meow.

Even though he had nothing else to do, he still stared at his phone for a long time.Grandma asked him, why is he so happy every day?

Huang Shaotian put away his phone and beat her leg. To put it simply, today is a good day.

Grandma squinted her eyes and smiled, wishing to be happy every day.

It was indeed a good day.