I miss you today

Mask,

My dad had dinner and drinking again today.

I didn't answer the real English test paper he assigned me.

Hey what should I do?I really hate learning English. I hate it so much that I don't know what to say.

I don't like him drinking, and I don't like English either.But...he won't listen to me, and I can't listen to myself.

——Weny

Leaving other aspects aside, Song Weining thought that it was quite enough to be a striker, but he didn't expect that what Cheng Cheng said was definitely referring to - killing fish.

Of course, Song Weining is not afraid of killing fish. He even saw pigs being slaughtered in the countryside when he was a child, but the problem is that within 2 minutes of rolling up his sleeves in the kitchen, children outside came looking for him.

And then... no more.

Song Weining hugged the crying little meat bun and exited a certain "large-scale murder scene".

"Hi! Fish, fish are so hiccup...but, poor~ Dad, hiccup! Don't kill fish, fish is hot... hiccup!"

"Okay, don't kill, don't kill."

"I, hiccup~ I eat fish, no, hiccup~ don't kill fish spicy hiccup!"

"Okay, we only eat fish and don't kill it, good boy!" Song Weining said, one head and two big.

You An was out of breath. In his thinking, the fish just jumped onto the dining table alive and kicking, and there was no such a bloody step. The child's heart was greatly shocked, and he couldn't accept such a cruel thing for a while.

Fortunately, Cheng Cheng's house has a lot of toys, and You'an was quickly attracted by a set of digital trains. Before he could stop crying completely, he started playing while smoking.

The only embarrassment is that Song Weining can't leave, and has to sit with him on the crawling mat every step of the way. Whenever he intends to get up, he will be caught by Xiao Budian.

Then Meng Dayan longed for him and asked, "Dad! Play!"

There were two puddles of water in those eyes, just like a little angel, which made Song Weining feel powerless, so he could only play full-time as a father card.

Lunch was served on time at twelve o'clock. Song Weining knew that Cheng Cheng's cooking was delicious, but the conditions were limited when he was abroad, and Cheng Cheng's skill was obviously not fully utilized.

Today's lunch was very different.Just a steamed sea bass, the knife skills of the fish body, the preparation of the sauce, the matching of accessories, and the careful arrangement of the plate, it can be said that it is full of shape, fragrance, color and taste.

One big dish plus two small dishes and one soup, lily broccoli and shrimps are arranged in a circle, with a flower carved out of carrots in the middle, which was caught by Youan when it was served; , the diced chicken is tender and tender, and the crispy diced cucumber perfectly retains its original color; the West Lake beef soup, with minced mushrooms and tofu inlaid with green shallots, is thick enough to make it not greasy in the mouth.

Song Weining couldn't be more impressed, not to mention You'an was hungry, even he had to eat half full before he could pay attention to ask a question, "Who taught you how to cook?"

"My Father."

"Uncle is really amazing." Song Weining, a school bully, felt that he was poor at words, and he could only praise his father and son with awesome words, but the most simple is the most sincere.

"Well," Cheng Cheng said, not sure if it was intentional, "my mother said that he had taken a fancy to him for cooking delicious food back then."

Song Weining swallowed a mouthful of the soup, and felt that it was comfortable from the tongue to the throat to the stomach. It's getting colder in the late summer and early autumn. If you come to such a bowl, the life of a fairy is just like this, right?

"Your father must have many advantages, not only can cook, otherwise how could he attract your mother?"

"Maybe, their affairs, who knows."

Cheng Cheng has never understood his parents very well, but it is true that he envies them for decades of loving each other and disregarding the troubles of the world.

Hearing his words, Song Weining didn't know what to think, suddenly put down the spoon, lowered his eyes slightly, staring at his own bowl in a daze.

Cheng Cheng picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks, carefully picked the thorns in the spare empty bowl, and put it on Youan's dinner plate, and then, using the same operation, he picked up a bigger piece for Song Weining.

"Be careful when eating fish."

Song Weining came back to his senses and thanked him embarrassedly, "The perch should have fewer spines."

"Even if there are few thorns, you have to pay attention." Cheng Cheng said with a very serious expression.

"You're right, if you're not afraid of [-], you're afraid of an eventuality." Song Weining smiled, and really ate the piece of fish carefully.

Cheng Cheng looked at him for a moment, but said nothing.

After dinner, Song Weining proposed to wash the dishes, but You'an remembered the psychological shadow of the fish, not only refused to let him go, but also insisted on holding it.

"I have a solution." Cheng Cheng said.

Song Weining followed him into the study, only then did he realize what he meant by having a way.

Both sides of Cheng Cheng's study are large integrated bookshelves, but there are not many books, and a lot of space is vacant, and the only place without bookshelves next to the window is an upright piano, and the dust cover is lifted. , revealing the inner mahogany body.

This piano looks ordinary, with a sense of age, and there are two bumps on the corners, but when Song Weining saw the piano, he was completely attracted by it, and stared at it for a long time.

Cheng Cheng took You'an from his arms, carried him to the piano bench, opened the piano cover, and the children happily entertained themselves, this method has been tried repeatedly.

"You're probably thinking, there must be something special about this piano?"

Song Weining came back to his senses, "Are you also good at reading micro-expressions?"

Cheng Cheng raised his eyebrows, then shook his head and smiled, "Sorry, I was influenced by Liang Yan."

He did learn a little bit of micro-expression from Liang Yan, but he wasted it before, and now he has used all his brains on the person opposite, so it is not wrong to say that he is wronged.

"I will restrain myself." Cheng Cheng said solemnly.

Song Weining couldn't help being amused, "It's okay, I don't mind, can you tell me what's special about this piano now?"

"This is the starter violin my mother gave me when I was seven years old."

Song Weining's eyes moved slightly, and he didn't seem to be surprised by this answer at all. Those fragmented information quickly overlapped in his mind, and there was also the childish laughter of the boy in the distant memory.

——This is the violin my mother bought for me. How about it?Looks good, right?

"Rourou will learn the piano in the future, and I want him to try this one first."

——If you want to learn the piano, you can use my piano!

Cheng Cheng said with deep eyes and a sincere tone.Song Weining didn't feel drawn by what he described as what would happen in the future.

"Your mother, is Ms. Cheng Yuan?" Song Weining suddenly asked after a brief silence.

Cheng Cheng stared deeper, "How do you know?"

Song Weining smiled and didn't answer the question, but the soft smile in Cheng Cheng's eyes told him that they both knew each other.

You'an pulled Chengcheng's hand and asked him to play the piano with him, so Song Weining was able to get away and go to the kitchen.Cheng Cheng cleaned up the pot and stove after cooking, and Song Weining only needed to clean the dishes.

This kitchen is actually the same layout as the public kitchen in his house, and the cabinets are not new, but because of the more complete kitchen utensils, and the spotless countertop that is obviously used and wiped every day, it is more human-like.

Intermittent piano sounds came from the study, as well as You'an's cheerful laughter.

Song Weining leaned against the door, watching Cheng Cheng first sit with Youan, then stood up, moved Youan to the middle of the piano bench, and encouraged him to play by himself.

Unknowingly, the child had already mastered the scale, and he said "Duo La Mi Fa Suo La Xi" in his mouth while playing.

Cheng Cheng looked at it for a while, then turned his head to see Song Weining, and walked towards him.

"It feels... quite unbelievable." Song Weining murmured softly, he couldn't think of other adjectives to express his inner thoughts at the moment.

"Then do you believe it now?" Cheng Cheng asked suddenly.

"What?" Song Weining didn't understand what Cheng Cheng was referring to for a moment.

Cheng Cheng put one hand in his trouser pocket, raised his other hand and touched the tip of his nose with two fingers, as if he was trying to cover up something, but also seemed to be deliberating, "About... pianists are all magicians."

This sentence seemed a bit out of date, but Cheng Cheng knew that Song Weining understood it.

Because he saw that the expression on Song Weining's face was not so much surprise, but some kind of relief after being exposed and a touch of joy.

"So you still remember?"

"I should be relieved, you remember." Cheng Cheng shrugged, quite helplessly.

Song Weining laughed, "That's right, it was you who said it yourself, it seems that I was tricked?"

"I wanted to wait for you to ask, but you didn't ask." Cheng Cheng's words were not without grievances.

"I'm not sure if you still remember what happened when I was a child."

It would be too embarrassing if you say it and find out that you are being self-indulgent.Song Weining thought so, but he knew in his heart that Cheng Cheng would not forget him.

"Since when did you find out it was mine?"

Cheng Cheng asked, thinking that Song Weining recognized him because of the piano that carried the childhood memories of the two of them, but today Song Weining's reaction when he saw the piano seemed to have guessed it a long time ago.

Song Weining was unable to answer Cheng Cheng's question immediately.Do you start to doubt after having a dream?This kind of answer is too fantasy on the one hand, and on the other hand, when it comes to dreams, he will think of his teacher.

It was clearly an event in a different age, but somehow appeared in the same dream. Song Weining couldn't figure out the reason why he suddenly dreamed of "Brother Chengzi", so where should he start?

So I could only answer evasively, "Maybe, it's because of Sister Xiaoyan's 'Little Chengzi'."

Cheng Cheng knew that he was joking, so he shook his head and smiled, as connivance.

"However, you are obviously the same age as me, and you still asked me to call you brother when you were young." Song Weining thought of this incident and felt that he had suffered a disadvantage.

"I'm so much taller than you, shouldn't I be your elder brother?" Cheng Cheng was confident. Song Weining was really similar to You'an when he was a child, thin and small, but his face was so beautiful that he was so pitiful when he first met him. Can't help wanting to both bully...and protect.

Song Weining was not convinced, and immediately found a suspicious point, "My birthday is in February, and there are very few people my age older than me."

Cheng Cheng was speechless and refused to admit that his birthday was at the end of the year.

"So, you're actually younger than me, right?" Song Weining covered his mouth and smiled.

"But you are still not as tall as I am now." And just looking at the appearance, Cheng Cheng felt that Song Weining was obviously smaller.

"...Okay," Song Weining stopped laughing, "But I'm also a little curious, how did you recognize me?"

Not to mention that they were only six or seven years old at that time, and their memories were blurred, even if they remembered clearly, their appearance had changed a lot at that time, and they were no longer young.

"It's very simple," Cheng Cheng seemed to have expected that he would ask, "I know your name, you just don't know mine."

So it was just because of the name... Song Weining thought, he did remember that at that time he only knew that Cheng Cheng was Xiao Chengzi, but Cheng Cheng knew that his name was Song Weining.

"There are many people with the same name, it may not be me."

Hearing these words, Cheng Cheng stared at Song Weining with a hint of hesitation and helplessness, and after a long while, he smiled lightly and shook his head.

fool.

"There may be many Song Weinings in this world, but..."

Song Weining in my heart is only you.

The topic ended hastily in Cheng Cheng's unfinished words. Although they couldn't go deeper, their relationship has naturally gotten closer since the meal.

Cheng Cheng always tempts You An to go to his house with various chance encounters and various reasons.You'an likes to go to Cheng Cheng's house, not only because there are countless toys there, you can run and jump, and you can even ride a scooter inside the house, but also because Cheng Cheng will cook delicious food for him every time, and there are various toys after meals. A variety of delicious snacks, but also because of the piano in Cheng Cheng's study that seems to have been stamped with an exclusive mark.

After gradually forming a habit, every time you go out, You'an will first point to the unit door opposite, "Dad, are you going to Uncle Chengzi's house today?"

Children's thoughts are always very simple, but Song Weining feels that it is inappropriate to always go to other people's homes.Several times, Song Weining wanted to change to a separate one-bedroom apartment so that Youan could have his own space to play, but there were few small houses nearby, and there were even fewer houses for rent.

Just wait a little longer, Song Weining gritted his teeth cheekily, when You'an entered the nursery school, he would have a place to play and a companion, but now, he had to keep the money for more urgent uses.

In this way, more than a month passed in harmony with the neighbors. In the blink of an eye, it was the end of October, and the coldness of late autumn was getting worse every day. Finally, on a Monday morning, Song Weining received a call from Du Xuyang on his way to send Youan to class.