Extraordinary relationship

Han suddenly skipped the evening shift, and went out with his coat as soon as the school bell rang in the afternoon.The temperature in November was already low, and it caught up with the beginning of winter, so the weather was very cold.Han Su put his hands in his pockets, trotted forward when he went out the door.

Now Shu'an has warmed up the car and waited at the door. The beginning of winter is the same as the winter solstice. According to the tradition, we have to eat dumplings.And dumplings are different from other dishes, they have to be made by family members to be delicious.

There were a lot of people in the vegetable market. Han Ju led Jinshu Anton around to look around. After living together, Han Ju seldom came to buy vegetables. Sometimes Jinshu An wanted to cook, and it was the aunt who prepared everything. Ready, he goes straight to the final cooking.

"Han Dong has made dumplings for me all these years. Now that I'm not at home, I don't know if he can eat something good for himself." Han Su's eyes flashed, and a scene from a dream at night appeared. For some reason, he recently dreamed All of them are family members, but Han Dong has never been seen from the beginning to the end.

"Then do you know how to make dumplings?" Jin Shu'an didn't want to mention Han Dong more, so he asked the question knowingly and returned to the dumplings.He picked up a bunch of leeks, looked around and put them down again. The leeks in the market were all wide, narrow, yellow and green. He hadn't done much research before, and now he couldn't tell the good from the bad.

"This bundle is very good. This kind of leeks are delicious for making dumplings." Han Su picked up the leeks he had put down, and picked up a Chinese cabbage from the side, and handed them to the boss to weigh them, while saying to Jin Shuan: "I Knowing how to 'make' dumplings was originally forced to learn by my mother, but it was limited to the step of stuffing the stuffing into the skin, as for rolling the skin and mixing the ingredients, I can't do it."

He drew ten yuan from his wallet, gave the money with one hand and took the vegetable bag with the other.

Boss Cai took the money. He is a very memorable old man. In his memory, Mr. Han is not married and usually lives with his elder brother. He buys all the food at home. Only last year when he bought food, he brought a girl here. The tall one is very beautiful, although he was just a blind date introduced by the curator of the art museum, and he only met Han Su once, but Boss Cai thought they were having fun.

The vegetable boss put the change in Han Su's hand, and asked jokingly, "I haven't seen you for a while, did you get married or moved?"

Han Su put a handful of steel coins in his pocket, looked at Jin Shuan and smiled complacently: "There are all of them."

"Oh, congratulations!" The vegetable boss really thought so, he lowered his head and searched around the stall, and finally pretended to hand over the red dried chili: "Here, come here to buy vegetables, here is a gift, I wish you two The days are booming!"

"Thank you Uncle, I accept your good words!" Han Su made a bow to Boss Cai, and went to the butcher's place with the vegetable bag and Jin Shuan.

Boss Cai felt that the kid was really nice, so while greeting other guests, he stretched his neck to look in the direction he was leaving. Unexpectedly, he saw him at the corner at the end, kissing mouth to mouth with the man who was traveling with him.

Boss Cai: "??? What?"

……

When she had no money in the past, Mother Han would make dumplings stuffed with cabbage during festivals, and she nicknamed them "hundreds of wealth".

"I didn't like to eat Chinese cabbage before, especially dumplings. But I found that growing up is quite a scary thing." Han Ju smeared a large lump of stuffing on the dumpling skin, which almost popped out when he pinched the folds. Put the fat dumpling on the tray, and form a neat fat army with the others.

He took another piece of dough, scooped the stuffing from the stuffing pot, and said, "I don't know if you have this kind of situation, Lao Jin. There are many things that you didn't like when you were young, but you can accept them when you grow up. Like cabbage stuffing." Dumplings, if I don’t eat dumplings now, I feel like I’m missing something, this thing seems to suddenly become delicious.”

"Me too." Jin Shuan was rolling the dumpling wrappers. Even though he was doing this kind of work, his body was still very clean. He rubbed his face with the back of his hand, "I didn't like to drink tea at first, but after my father left, I Only gradually began to imitate his tea tasting."

Missing and love will make people subconsciously imitate, eat what the other person likes to eat, wear the color that the other person likes, and do the actions that the other person often does, as if in this way, they can get closer to them. This situation is not only applicable to separated people. , It also applies to those who are in love, just like Han Su and Jin Shu'an, who gradually have a "husband and wife relationship".

When it was time to eat, it was already dark, and the glass was covered with a layer of mist. Han Su served dumpling soup for the two of them.The stuffing of the dumplings he made was too big, and the skins rolled by Jinshuan were soft, and some of them leaked before they came out of the pot, and there was a layer of oily flakes floating on the white hot soup.

Han Su stuffed a cabbage dumpling into his mouth, and dabbed the corner of his lower lip with a wet handkerchief. He used to be not that particular, but after being with Jinshuan, he was subtly infected. He would imitate his small movements from time to time. The beautiful smacking becomes a habit after a long time.

"We met around this time last year, right? It's so fast, it's been a year." Han Su picked up the dumpling soup and touched it at the mouth of the bowl in Jinshuan, and said, "I hope Uncle Jin will take care of you for the rest of my life. ah!"

"To each other." Jin Shu'an took a sip of the soup, and put his leaked dumplings into a bowl.

They made dumplings with two kinds of stuffing, besides cabbage and pork, and three fresh shrimp.Jinshu'an's stuffing is well prepared, it feels like home, and it's different from what Han Su had eaten before.

Han Su sandwiched a dumpling stuffed with three delicacies, and held his chopsticks up to the light. The thin dumpling skin revealed the green color of leeks and the light orange of shrimp, like a jadeite display in the Forbidden City.

"It's a pity that my grandma has been busy all her life, so she didn't take this bite." He bit off half of the dumpling, his mouth was so hot, and then dipped the other half in the vinegar dish.

"Grandma?" Jin Shuan put down his chopsticks and wiped his hands with a handkerchief, "I never heard you mention other family members before."

"It's early." Han Su muttered with his mouth full.

"I was about six or seven years old, and she was gone." He took a big sip of the dumpling soup and swallowed it whole.

"My grandparents were originally from Guanzhong. Later, the severe drought over there brought my aunt to this end, but the road was not easy to walk, and both my aunt and aunt died on the road. After a lot of trouble, they arrived. My health is not good here, and it took me several years to settle down to have my dad. Then my grandpa died when I was just born, so I only have a very old grandma in my memory."

Han Su didn't have any special expression when he spoke, but when Du Du said this, there was a flash of regret in his eyes, "At that time, my family was poor and couldn't afford anything good. Later, my father brought back some dumplings made with shrimp, but my grandma smelled it. The fishy smell is disgusting, so we can only sit on the top of the kang with a cigarette bag and pot in our mouths, holding a brazier and watching us eat."

"Your grandparents... did you come here from the east?"

"Correct."

Jin Shu'an was a little surprised. The year of his birth was very close to the last population migration to the north. Even after he could remember, there were still some people tossing back and forth between Shanhaiguan.If Han's father was born around that time, it means that he should be of the same generation as Jin Shu'an.

But how did Han Su's memory become like this?

Jin Shuan frowned. Although Han Su's previous memories were incomplete, and although many of them were fabricated by Xiaoyu, they at least adapted to the needs of the times. But if his father was born in the early 100th century, it would be more than [-] by now. It didn't fit what Han Su had described before. Both of his parents had recently retired from Wenyikou.

Could it be that these are related to Han Su's frequent dreams recently?Was the dream replacing his original memory?Is this memory real?If Xiaoyu made it up, what is it for?

"Uncle and aunt, what are you doing?" Jin Shuan seemed to ask casually, but the thumbnail under the table dug into the flesh of the index finger.

"Farmers, farmers." Han Su's head suddenly went blank, and he felt a little weird when he said the words, but he didn't think there was anything wrong, and then looked at Jin Shu'an: "I didn't tell you ?"

"I..." Jin Shu'an's back was suddenly wet, and he lowered his head to eat pretending to be relaxed, "I may have forgotten, the main reason is that we haven't talked much about it." He sandwiched a small rib, Without thinking about it, he rolled it in the dumpling vinegar, and then put it directly into his mouth. When the sourness rushed into his nasal cavity for a moment, he woke up.

He spat out the bones, sniffed and said, "Then who taught you and your brother's paintings?"

"My mother." Han Su said without thinking, "My grandfather was a painter, so my mother can also do it. Later, my mother also went to the brigade primary school as a teacher, and she was the one who helped the brigade with the posters."

"What about your grandpa?" Jin Shu'an asked him.

"It's long gone." Han Su talked about this grandfather, as if he was very casual, "He is in Liangcheng, and my mother married to City C. We don't live together, so I only saw him once or twice. "

"What about my grandpa..." Han suddenly stopped chopsticks, leaning on his chin to recall, "According to the old man's words, it's a big problem, and it will overwhelm the people around you."

"He married three wives in his life. The first wife gave birth to a son and a daughter. As a result, the three of them died of illness on the way from Beiping to Liangcheng. The second wife's child was beaten to death by a Japanese, and the second wife went crazy. Run away. The third wife is my grandma. Although she successfully gave birth to my mother, she has been in poor health since then."

Han suddenly scratched his eyelids, "My grandma is a bit superstitious. She saw my grandpa live healthier and healthier, but the people around him died more and more, so she said he stole his life because she was afraid that he would kill my mother." I just married my mother to City C when she was still able to manage things, and after that, my mother was not allowed to return to her natal family."

As the saying goes, when the sky falls, there is a high roof, but in the context of the mid-19th century, everyone was in danger.Maybe you will never come back when you go out to buy some groceries, or you may sit at home and a missile will drop from your head.In that gray environment shrouded in gloom, dead people are nothing more than a normal thing.

"At that time, those who survived with all their beards and tails, in today's terms, saved many people in their previous lives. That is not a big problem, but a big fate." Jin Shuan squinted his eyes and looked out the window. The white mist, water droplets formed by water vapor rolled down all the way, forming a meandering water flow in a piece of white mist.

He went through that period. Although his family had a great fortune, he still couldn’t resist the dangers of the world. "I think your grandma may be purely superstitious, or she may just be disappointed with the real environment, and then transfer her panic to her husband. "

"I think so too. But my grandfather really lived a long life, and in that environment, I don't know whether it's joy or sorrow." Han Su's memory is still incomplete, and there are many details that he can't add, but for the older generation Things, he can not know much.

He stood up and walked to the bedroom. He was full and now just wanted to lie down and watch TV.He spread his arms and stretched his waist at the door of the restaurant, and when he stretched halfway, he suddenly let out a smile.

He looked back at Jinshuan while walking and said with a smile: "I remember my grandma is very funny sometimes. I can't remember the original words. In today's words, it doesn't matter if my grandpa leaves, but he must count the most awesome ones." The actual achievement is that he destroyed the Qing Dynasty."

"Ah?" Jin Shu'an couldn't help laughing, "Sometimes old people have very different ideas..." His smile froze on his face, "You said your grandpa was originally from Peiping? Painter?"

Han Su said "ah", pushed open the bedroom door, and said lazily, "Didn't I tell you just now, his eldest wife and eldest son and daughter died when he left Beijing. My grandfather was originally from the palace. After the reform of [-] failed, he ran from the palace to Liangcheng. Not long after that, the Qing government stepped down from the stage of history, so my grandma said that he ruined the Qing Dynasty. .”

Jinshu An Quran stood still, looking at a photo frame beside the bed with his eyes. Inside were the small jade box and the moon meteorite he gave Han Su, painted in ultra-realistic watercolors.

Jin Shuan: "Your grandfather, is Tang Gui, a court painter in the late Qing Dynasty?"

"This is his original name, how do you know?" Han Su looked back at him, then threw himself straight on the bed, slapping the dust all over the bed with a "plop".

He quickly rolled around twice, picked up the remote control on the bedside table, turned on the TV, and said without interest: "My grandfather's name was originally Tang Gui, but he changed his surname to Li after leaving the palace, but he usually calls himself 'Xu Wu'. So most people only know his number, but not his name."

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That night, Jin Shuan couldn't sleep because of tossing and turning. He gently lifted the quilt and went to the study room, took a locked notebook from the last row of bookshelves, and pulled out an old photo that was stuck inside.Han Su had found this photo by himself, and it was Jin Shu'an who deliberately guided him to look at it. At that time, the two of them hadn't been open and honest.

Jin Shuan was sitting on the ground holding the photo, leaning against the tall bookshelf behind her.

There are two people in this photo. On the left is Jin Shuan, who is only 20 years old. At that time, he had just returned from studying in the United States. He had just entered his first love, and he was still thinking about Fiennes who was in a foreign country.On the right side of the photo is an old man with a kind face.

There are two copies of the group photo, one in his hand, and one in the old man's place.

Jin Shuan turned over the photo, and saw a line of small words blurred by water on the back: Jinshu 1935, taking a photo with Mr. xx

"Xu Wu..." Jin Shu'an's fingertips were slightly cool, and he lightly swept over the word xx that was scattered by the water, and all the past flooded into his mind like a tidal wave.

Han Su's grandfather called himself Xuwu, and the master who taught Jinshu'an to paint was Xuwu.

So in terms of seniority, Han Su really should be called uncle with Jinshuan, or should he be unrelated by blood—little uncle?

The author has something to say:

I’m afraid that some sisters are sensitive and I’ll say it here. Jin Shu’an didn’t see Mother Han very much “before he was alive”. Both of them learned painting in their respective homes, which is equivalent to two apprentices brought by a teacher separately. There is no chaos in cp today situation