cute naive

Three unemployed people, the departure time was very random. Song Wenyuan and Kang Tianzhen drove to pick up Hongyang. His family lived in an old alley, and the car couldn't drive in. The two got out of the car and walked into the deep alley. Kang Tianzhen looked at the crowded people on both sides curiously. Building, "I've never been here."

"This is old Nanjing," Song Wenyuan said in a low voice. "It's been under planning. It's probably about to be demolished."

Someone was choosing vegetables in a basin by the side of the alley. The fresh and tender Artemisia annua made people feel crisp and delicious. There were children's graffiti on the dirty wall. Kang Tianzhen looked at it with great interest. There are many clotheslines, and clothes are floating overhead.

He said happily, "There is a lot of life here. Did Hong Yang grow up here? No wonder he has such a cheerful personality."

"He didn't have this personality when he was studying," Song Wenyuan said with a smile. "At that time, he was very gloomy and sensitive. When he was bullied, he didn't say a word on the spot, and turned around to revenge viciously behind his back."

Kang Tianzhen pouted, "I can't tell at all."

"People will change, and they always change in a direction that is more suitable for the environment," Song Wenyuan said. He didn't know what he thought of, and his smile gradually disappeared. He looked down at Kang Tianzhen, with deep tenderness in his eyes.

A question mark appeared above Kang Tianzhen's head, "What are you looking at me for?"

Song Wenyuan rubbed his hair, but didn't speak, thinking sadly in his heart: Will he have the ability to protect him like the Kong family in the next few decades, so that he will always be so innocent and clear, and never have to change himself for his livelihood.

"Why didn't you talk all of a sudden?" Kang Tianzhen said with a smile, "Have you been shocked by my handsomeness again?"

"Yeah," Song Wenyuan laughed and admitted frankly, "My wife is so handsome, the more she looks at her, the more she likes her."

"!!!" Kang Tianzhen's expression stagnated suddenly, and then she blushed quietly. Song Wenyuan rarely talked about love except on the bed, so he was a little caught off guard when he suddenly burst out with sweet words.

And the wife or something... the wife is too... too straightforward...

Song Wenyuan watched in surprise as he blushed for no reason, and scratched his face with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Kang Tianzhen Lanhua pointed out, "I hate it~ I'm ashamed~"

Song Wenyuan: "..."

The two stopped in front of a low and narrow door. Song Wenyuan knocked on the door and shouted, "Hong Yang, I am Song Wenyuan."

"Hey, I'm here, I'm here..." A series of voices from Hong Yang came from far and near, and then the door opened, and he was holding a piece of fried steamed bun in his mouth, and his upper lip was still stained with rice paste, like a sparse white beard , seeing them, licked the corner of his mouth, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Song Wenyuan looked down at his watch, "Does your family have breakfast at ten?"

"Today is a special situation, come, come in, yo, really, today is also cute, come, give me a touch."

"Screw you, uncle," Kang Tianzhen waved his salty pig's hand, "What's the special situation today? Because you have to go far away, do you have extra meals?"

"Ah," Hong Yang took a bite of fried steamed buns and said vaguely, "I got up early today, otherwise I would eat at twelve o'clock."

Song Wenyuan said, "Go and eat, the crumbs of steamed buns are sprayed out, where is grandma?"

"Listen to the play in her bedroom."

"How are you doing recently?" Song Wenyuan asked with concern, and put the bitter gourd capsules he brought on the table, "Did the blood sugar rise again?"

"It's okay, I'm afraid that she'll be restless all the time, looking for work randomly, and her blood sugar will go up when she's tired." Hong Yang walked into the kitchen, picked up the soybean milk machine and poured a large bowl full of it. I just stood at the cooking table with a bowl and drank the rice cereal. While drinking the rice cereal, I bit the steamed bun and chatted endlessly, "When I leave, no one will take care of her. I don't worry, so I hired someone Nanny, come to work later, I will tell her a few more words."

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry anyway," Song Wenyuan opened the refrigerator and took out a box of blueberries, just like when he arrived at his own home, washed them in the vegetable sink, handed them to Kang Tianzhen, and ate one himself, "It tastes good."

"Fuck! I bought that for grandma!" Hong Yang said angrily, "Eat less!"

Kang Tianzhen followed Song Wenyuan's example and swayed his legs, "We are not outsiders, so what if we eat a blueberry."

"Hou, you are not outsiders, you are insiders?" Hong Yang pinched Kang Tianzhen's face with oily fingers, "Come on, my real wife, when will I accompany you to the bed, I will love you well."

Song Wenyuan kicked him, "Hurry up and eat yours, stop fucking nonsense!"

Hong Yang wolfed down a soya-bean milk machine rice cereal and eight slices of steamed buns. When the kitchen was cleaned up, the nanny also came. She was a very honest woman with a simple smile. A lot, 1 don't worry.

"Oh, this child..." Grandma Hong smiled wrinkled all over her face, "How can boys be so talkative, no wonder no little girl likes it."

"Hey, is this little old lady still blaming me? I'll tell you, your future granddaughter-in-law must be a lady of every family, effervescently beautiful," Hong Yang said complacently, then turned to the nanny and said, "Auntie , please take care of this little old lady, let me tell you, she is not ordinary, if you don't pay attention, she will go to work, either cleaning or planting flowers and vegetables, so as not to scare my grandson out of heart attack , she will never give up."

"Okay, okay, I won't be tired anymore," Grandma Hong surrendered. Her eyesight has declined a lot in the late stage of diabetes, and she was almost blind. She fumbled and held Song Wenyuan's hand, smiling very kindly, "Wen Yuan , you are a good boy, help grandma take care of Xiaoyang, he always reports good news but not bad ones, you are his good brother, you must help each other."

Song Wenyuan patted the back of her hand and said sincerely, "Don't worry, grandma."

Hong Yang picked up the suitcase, "Let's go then, grandma, don't miss me too much, your handsome grandson has gone to earn a lot of money."

Grandma Hong sent it out on crutches, and laughed repeatedly, "Hey, go quickly, don't worry about the family."

The three of them took turns driving, going to Zhenjiang and Jiangyin to go to Suzhou, and then go south to Zhejiang to eat peaches in Ningbo. Hong Yang patted the steering wheel with a cigarette in his mouth. White flowers."

"I really think it's tacky," Song Wenyuan said with a smile, "It's better to pay more for the Cayenne. I thought about it for a long time, but I still can't bear it."

"Why don't you listen to your wife?" Hong Yang said, "Audi is a bit vulgar, but..." He slumped on the steering wheel and rubbed it frantically, "Let me be vulgar too..."

The car turned in an S shape, and Song Wenyuan was shocked, "Hey, drive hard!"

Hong Yang calmly pulled the car on the right track, humming, "I also want to drive a good car."

Kang Tianzhen slept in the backseat with an air-conditioning blanket on, was woken up by these two people, rubbed his eyes and sat up, "You can drive Biying, she has a Land Rover, you must like it."

"A goddess sometimes doesn't look like a woman at all," Hong Yang shrank his neck, "I went to her home to deliver a document last time, and found that there were more than [-] luxury cars in the garage. With the lights on, it was like a car show. Brother was scared to pee on the spot, I seriously suspect that buying a car is like buying clothes for her, if she is optimistic about a model, she will buy one of each color, it’s really crazy.”

Kang Tianzhen hugged the backrest of the front row, "No matter how many cars there are, she can only drive one at a time, and you can choose the rest at will."

Hong Yang nodded approvingly, "Damn, when I have such a good day, I still do a ball job. I can just be her little face. My master is so beautiful, it's a waste to rely on his face for food. Tsk tsk, born Beauty is hard to give up."

Song Wenyuan asked with disgust, "What does Jiang Biying like about you?"

"I'm as beautiful as a flower."

Song Wenyuan was speechless, Kang Tianzhen said with a smile, "Are you referring to the little chrysanthemum?"

"Fuck off!"

They arrived in Zhenjiang in three hours. They were not in a hurry and went to Jinshan Temple to cool off. Even in midsummer, there were still many tourists in the temple. People went to Fahai Cave and Bailong Cave to find love stories. Song Wenyuan took Kang Tianzhen shoulders to prevent him from being pushed away by the bustling crowd.

Hong Yang took out a coin and threw it into Zhonglengquan, clasped his hands together, and made some wish.

Kang Tianzhen looked at him curiously, "Is this the wishing pool?"

"This is the number one spring in the world," Hong Yang said calmly, wearing sunglasses and putting his hands in his trouser pockets, "I think the god of the spring in such an awesome spring must be awesome. Let me make a wish. It doesn't work. Not bad."

"That makes sense," Kang Tianzhen nodded, taking out a coin and throwing it in.

Song Wenyuan stopped him, and said with a smile, "Don't throw coins around, this guy is nonsense, this is the first time I've heard of the Spring God."

"Everything has a god."

"That's right," Hong Yang eloquently said, "There are mountain gods in the mountains, sea gods in the sea, flower gods in flowers, thunder gods in thunder, love gods in sex, moon gods in confinement..."

Song Wenyuan kicked over, "Go away!"

Hong Yang was almost kicked into the pool by him, staggered up and laughed.

"Song Wenyuan, come here," Kang Tianzhen saw a sentence on the stone tablet next to the pool, "Your name is here."

The two walked over and saw a poem by Wen Tianxiang: The first spring in the heart of the Yangtze River, South Jin came to the north to cast Wenyuan, the man cut down Loulan's poems, and drank tea scriptures to worship the gods.

"This place is quite destined for you," Kang Tianzhen said, "Let's go and burn a stick of incense, and make a wish that lasts forever, and it will definitely come true."

He dragged Song Wenyuan to the Daxiong Hall, and waited outside the hall for the people in front of him to kneel and worship. Kang Tianzhen glanced at the huge Buddha statue and sighed softly, "The Buddha is so big."

Hong Yang probed his head from behind, "How do you know that the Buddha is big? He didn't take off his pants... oh..."

A scream made Kang Tianzhen's teeth sore. He turned his head to look over, and saw Song Wenyuan standing outside the hall with his arms crossed and his chest embracing a big horse with a golden knife. He stepped on Hong Yang's toe fiercely with one foot, and couldn't help laughing. stand up.

"Don't talk nonsense in front of the Buddha," Song Wenyuan let go of his feet.

Hong Yang hugged his feet and jumped up and down on one leg, tears streaming down his face, "You stepped on your toes... blah blah..."

The person in front came out, Kang Tianzhen pulled Song Wenyuan in, knelt at the Buddha's feet, put his hands together, "Grandpa Buddha, I only have one wish, please, please bless Song Wenyuan and me for a long time, we will be husband and wife forever. "

Hong Yang knelt beside him and whispered, "Bah, bah, it won't work if you say it."

Kang Tianzhen froze for two seconds, "But he sits so high, I'm afraid he won't be able to hear if the voice is too low."

"The Buddha is in your heart, Amitabha," Hong Yang blinked his pious eyes, his face full of unfathomable Zen thoughts.

"Doesn't that mean he knows everything I think?" Kang Tianzhen was shocked, his eyes fluttered.

Hong Yang smirked, "Hey, what shameless things are you thinking about?"

Kang Tianzhen's eyes rolled around twice, and finally he couldn't hold it back. He leaned over and bit his ear, "I thought of the story of the Buddha and Jesus playing cards."

Song Wenyuan, who had been kneeling and piously making a wish, suddenly straightened up and pushed Kang Tianzhen's head down, "Don't talk nonsense, kowtow quickly."

Kang Tianzhen was knocked on the futon with his forehead pressed by him, turned his head firmly, and said to Hong Yang, "Buddha and Jesus play cards, and those who lose will be hit on the forehead..."

Hong Yang looked at his face twisted by Song Wenyuan, "Huh?"

Kang Tianzhen persevered in telling the story, "Jesus kept winning, Buddha kept getting hit on the forehead, his forehead was red, and finally won once... umm..."

Song Wenyuan couldn't bear it anymore, covered Kang Tianzhen's mouth with one hand, took out a handful of banknotes and stuffed them into the merit box, and dragged him out of the hall.

"Ummmm..." Kang Tianzhen was blushing from his cover, and struggled frantically.

Song Wenyuan let go of his hand, "Do you still want to last for a long time? If you talk nonsense, the Buddha will not bless you."

Kang Tianzhen burst into tears, "But this is a true story..."

"To shut up!"

"That's right, do you think the Buddha doesn't want to lose face? The loss to Jesus itself is a dark history, and you still talk about it, it's really ignorant," Hong Yang Dayi condemned arrogantly, and then took Kang Tianzhen into his arms. He said, "Quickly, how about the Buddha winning?" "..." Song Wenyuan kicked him out.