Jiaojiu Nuanyang

For birthdays, Chen Jingdong had no intention of celebrating at all.

But the mother in his family likes a sense of ritual, and birthdays, anniversaries and festivals are absolutely not to be ignored.

So, three days before Chen Jingdong's birthday, Mother Chen began to remind him not to give him an excuse to forget.Until noon on his birthday, he still called and told him to remember to buy a cake and go home.

"Mom, let's forget about the cake." Chen Jingdong smiled at a comrade-in-arms who passed by, and lowered his voice: "Look at your high blood sugar, you can't eat sweets. My sister-in-law never touches it when she loses weight. My brother and I are men. I don't like this greasy thing either..."

"If you want to buy it, buy it." Chen's mother said in a slightly mysterious tone: "There is a guest at home at night, and the moon will eat."

Chen Jingdong was immediately transferred to the first-level alert state, without even thinking about it: "Mom, I celebrate my birthday today and I am the oldest. Don't drag some irrelevant girl to disturb your son. Can we have a good meal?"

"Who said it was a girl?" Chen's mother immediately snapped back: "You have a good idea. If you want to find someone by yourself, I don't do that kind of thankless work. If you don't get together later, you have to complain on me."

Dubiously, Chen Jingdong hung up the phone.

The rest of the afternoon was spent wondering who this mysterious guest was.Fortunately, today is Friday, and there are not too many things.

After work, Chen Jingdong bought a fruit cake at Christine's in front of the unit.

When the clerk was packing, he asked him whether he wanted number candles or thin candles of different colors. Chen Jingdong thought it was silly to think of two and one seven, so he simply chose the colored one.It was only later that Chen Jingdong found out that his choice was simply God's will.

It was getting dark when I brought the cake into the house.

Rao Chen Jingdong didn't even think about it, the guest that Chen's mother mentioned was actually the kid from the Fang family who had dealt with him twice.

"Xiaokun, go wash your hands and eat." Chen's mother brought the last dish with a smile on her face: "This is my second son Chen Jingdong, you can call him second uncle."

The boy looked a little cramped. Compared with the moon who was playing with him around him, he was much bigger in height and appearance, but Chen Jingdong always felt that it was not the moon that should be protected, but Fang Kun. child.

The low temperature was four degrees today, Fang Kun finally put on a coat.But Chen Jingdong always felt familiar with that thick black jacket.

During the meal, Chen's mother helped him out: "Does it look familiar? When you were in the first year of junior high school, Chen Weiguo went on a business trip to Guangzhou. The jacket was given by his comrade-in-arms. I found it when I was digging through the closet." Chen's mother carefully helped Fang Kun with the dishes : "Eat more, Xiaokun, don't be polite at grandma's house." Then he continued with Chen Jingdong: "Look how smartly Xiaokun dresses. It's not outdated at all."

In good conscience, Fang Kun's clothes are a bit too big to hold up. It seems that parents are greedy for big ones and always put a number on their children's clothes.It's just that Fang Kun had his hair cut today, and the bruises on his face have faded away. With a clean face and a black jacket, he looks a little handsome.

"Brother," Yue Yue's chubby little oily hand grabbed a fried chicken wing and put it in Fang Kun's rice bowl: "Chicken wings are the best. Eat what you want."

"Go home and say thank you to your aunt," Chen's mother patted Fang Kun's head lovingly: "A few clothes, and they are not new, so why don't you give me some fruit? Xiao Kun will often come to grandma's house for dinner when she is free, okay?" ?”

Fang Kun's face was red, and he scrambled to finish a bowl of rice and put it down. He looked as if he had nails on his buttocks and couldn't sit still: "I'm full, grandma, I'm going back first, and I have to do my homework." .”

"Hey, don't worry," Chen's mother grabbed Fang Kun: "Today is your second uncle's birthday, and I asked him to buy a cake. Wait a minute, let's blow out candles together, and then ask your uncle to cut half of it for you to take back." Eat. Dongzi."

Chen Jingdong stood up and found that Fang Kun had a strange expression.I can't tell whether I am happy or unhappy, nor is it a child's embarrassment forced by an adult's kindness.

When he randomly inserted a few candles and turned off the lights and sang birthday song foolishly, Chen Jingdong noticed that Fang Kun, who was standing obliquely behind Mother Chen, quickly wiped his eyes.

"Dongzi, help Xiaokun carry it, take it home." Mother Chen carried a big bag from the sofa as if she was conjuring, and it was bulging with unknown contents.

"I don't want it anymore, grandma," Fang Kun waved his hands again and again: "My aunt's family has them, no need, really."

"Take it." Chen's mother pretended to be angry, and then she secretly smiled like a child in the next second: "It's just some snacks, biscuits, cakes, jerky and so on. I have two sons in my family. You will be hungry again in an hour, and your stomach will be like a bottomless pit. Xiaokun, you study hard, if you are hungry after doing your homework late at night, you will use a cushion."

It's cold and windy today, and the usual walkers in the community are gone.

The dead leaves on the ground were blown away by the wind, making a crackling sound.

"I didn't know you belonged to Grandma Chen's family." Fang Kun put his hands in his pockets and kicked the pebbles with his head down.

"Does it matter if you know?" Chen Jingdong hesitated for a moment and asked, "Fang Kun, did you cry just now?"

"I didn't!" The boy blushed and denied with a thick neck.That's right, at this awkward and sensitive age, the face is bigger than the sky: "Who is crying? Only sissies are crying."

"Okay, I'm dazzled." The opponent's backlash was too intense, and Chen Jingdong shut up.

"Actually," the child said again after a while, feeling depressed: "Actually, today is also my birthday."

Now Chen Jingdong was really surprised: "What a coincidence?"

"Who said it wasn't?" Fang Kun sniffed: "Do you remember what I told you last time, it's my birthday this month. I didn't expect to spend a day with you."

"What do you belong to?" Chen Jingdong made the calculations, feeling vaguely inconceivable.

"It's a sheep." Fang Kun said loudly: "It's said that people who belong to sheep have bad luck. It's still this season, and they don't even have to eat grass."

"I'm also a sheep." Chen Jingdong couldn't do any movements because he was holding things in both hands, so he could only express regret in his tone: "It seems that I probably died of starvation as well."

"You? Isn't it?" The young man turned his face in amazement. The light of someone's house fell in his eyes, shining brighter than the bright stars of the Nine Heavens Milky Way: "You have Grandma Chen, you won't die of hunger."

"Your aunt, is it bad for you?" He repeatedly warned himself not to ask about other people's family affairs, but Chen Jingdong still couldn't help it.

"Very good." Unexpectedly, Fang Kun didn't say anything bad about Fang Li.

The two walked downstairs to Building A, and the boy stretched out his hand with a sincere expression: "I'm very happy today. When I sang and blew out the candles, it was like celebrating my birthday. Although I know it's fake, I still Very happy, you see, I still have cake."

Chen Jingdong handed him the things he was carrying, and patted his head casually.No wonder I always feel that he is young, this head is only 1.6 meters.Nowadays, children generally grow taller because of good nutrition. The child of the director of the logistics department is in the sixth grade, and that kid has jumped 1.7 meters.

"Don't touch your head," Fang Kun could only protest with his hands full, "I'm not a child."

Chen Jingdong laughed: "What are you not a child?"

"I am also a man." Fang Kun said solemnly, "Same as you. Don't treat me like a child, let me tell you, I always feel that I am over 20."

"If you're not a kid, who would fight in groups on the street?" Chen Jingdong chuckled, "Skipping class. Lying. I don't want to go to school and I want to be a soldier."

"You adults are really boring." Fang Kun blushed a little, and took a step back.It was as if Chen Jingdong's overly tall figure was a threat: "Let me tell you, don't keep treating me like a child. Seriously."

"Alright," Chen Jingdong recalled the soldiers he had led.Some urban soldiers look like this at a young age. They are pampered by their families and always feel that they are adults. In fact, they feel like a child who has not grown up: "Fang Kun is an adult."

There was a brief silence between the two.Fang Kun didn't turn around and went upstairs, hesitation was clearly written on his face.

"Then I'm going back, you should hurry home, it's cold outside." Chen Jingdong reached into his trouser pocket, and touched the cigarette box with his fingertips.

"Why don't you come up and sit down?" It turned out that the boy was hesitating: "It's not too late, my aunt and the others may still be watching TV."

"I won't go." Chen Jingdong didn't even think about it: "You wash up and go to bed early. You don't sleep too late."

Fang Kun curled his lips: "What do you know, I am the youngest. You see, I will definitely be taller than you when I grow up." Height is a man's weakness, and men of all sizes are the same: "I remembered , Grandma said that you chased my aunt before. Is it because of this that you are embarrassed to go up?"

"Children, you know nothing." Chen Jingdong smiled and raised his foot to kick him: "Stop talking nonsense and go home."

“被我说中了心虚吧？”方坤嘿嘿笑着往台阶上走了两步，回头：“陈奶奶说了，你那也是初中的事儿，你早恋。”说完估计是怕挨揍, it was inconvenient to carry things with both hands, but he still ran quickly. He went up the stairs in three steps and two steps. When he turned the corner, he even bent over and made a face at Chen Jingdong: "Just do it if you can't say it. It's not a gentleman."

Chen Jingdong stood for a while, until his ears sensitively picked up the faint sound of the door opening and closing on the fifth floor, then he turned and left.

He lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, the faint smoke soared up, and a little scarlet shimmer flickered.Chen Jingdong suddenly found that he laughed more today than last month, he was very relaxed and at ease, and he didn't need to wear a mask.

A whole round of 12-year-old difference, still born in the same month and the same day.

Looking back at the dark building, Chen Jingdong thought, Fang Kun is quite an interesting kid.