cheongsam boy

Song Rin lowered his eyes and did not speak, and Qiao Heng also thoughtfully gave him a buffer time. The two sat in the car chairs, thinking about each other in silence.

The atmosphere in the car was not as relaxed as it was at the beginning. In the closed and oppressive space, even the agarwood fragrance on Qiao Heng's body seemed to be catalyzed into a suppressed smell of rotten wood.

Song Rin felt dizzy from the smell, he reached out and lowered the car window, leaned his head out of the window slightly, and his neck followed the movement to draw out the fragile lines, looking like a prison bird longing for the sky.

The evening wind in Nancheng is gentle, but it can't blow away the boredom in my heart. When the memories are exhausted, Song Rin also speaks slowly and asks in a low voice.

"Is it the person my grandfather wants you to introduce to me?"

The meaning of the words is vague, but the hope is still there.

Qiao Heng's hand hidden by his side twitched slightly, he blinked, and replied: "No, I just want to lead you a thread."

When Qiao Heng's voice didn't come out, Song Rin felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured head-on, shattering all hopes in the ice.

Pain and sweetness surged up his throat, Song Rin closed his eyes, as if a ridiculous time had passed between light and darkness.

"Well, I see." Song Rin's Adam's apple slipped when he spoke, showing fatigue and weakness, and he looked at Qiao Heng, "I don't think you interfere, but it's better for me to find a partner by myself. After all, I will live with him in the future, you say yes."

"Of course." Qiao Heng rubbed the seam of his trousers with his hands, looked up and smiled, "I'm just worrying for you, after all, you are not young anymore."

Hearing this, Song Rin chuckled lightly at himself: "It's not too young, and it shouldn't be alone."

Qiao Heng looked at him, noticed something was wrong in his tone, frowned and said, "Xiao Lin, at your age you should find someone to take care of you, but don't look for it randomly, you..."

"Okay, brother, I know it." Song Rin pulled out the car key, interrupted him, and said while pushing the car door, "Let's go in quickly, don't make grandpa wait too long."

Qiao Heng was suddenly interrupted, and a sentence was stuck in his throat. He was silent for a while, but finally he didn't finish the rest of the sentence, and got out of the car with his lips pursed.

Hutong alleys, bluestone roads, the two walked side by side as they did when they were young, but time is a gentle knife, dividing two completely different paths in the long years.

Song Rin involuntarily slowed down, but this time his eyes were no longer on Qiao Heng, he moved his eyes to both sides of the alley, looking at the blue bricks above.

Overgrown creepers climbed over the wall, and a few clusters hung down on the wall. When the breeze swept by, the alley signs hidden behind were revealed.

Eight Lane NO.15.

This is the old house of the Qiao family, and it is also the place where Song Rin's soul haunted him when he was young.

At that time, Song Rin was still living with his grandfather in the courtyard of the second alley. Every time after school, he would cross the distance of the sixth alley and walk through the long back streets to knock on the red-painted gate of Qiao's house.

When he was young, Qiao Heng would always sit at the chessboard stone table in the courtyard and wait for him.

The jade chess has been placed, but waiting for the king to come.

In just eight characters, it is Song Rin's secret love soaked in lemon honey.

But later, when Qiao Heng got married, the square stone table hindered his ten-mile journey to marry the bride, and finally shattered into powder in the hustle and bustle of the sky.

In fact, the dream had already woken up, and when the breeze suddenly died down, the raised creeper slowly fell back, covering the yellowed alley sign with a rustle.

Song Lin retracted her eyes, quickened her pace and walked into Qiao's old house side by side with Qiao Heng.

Even though Mr. Qiao was not around often, with the old servant cleaning and cleaning every day, the cornices and porch were still full of life.

When the two entered the main hall, Mr. Qiao was sitting in front of a long tea table. During the foam scraping, the scent of old tea was diffused in the air along with the water mist.

Song Rin walked over, knelt and sat by the side, first said hello in a low voice, and during the greeting, Mr. Qiao rushed out three cups, Qiao Heng took one cup after it cooled down, and slowly poured the tea on the cupboard in the upper left corner Reclining Buddha tea pet.

After Qiao Heng finished pouring, Song Rin took the next teacup and poured the tea on it in the same way.

Mr. Qiao is a bit superstitious. When the Qiao family was in danger due to the turmoil, he raised this tea pet. After pouring it for a month, when it turned the color of jade pulp, the Qiao family just saved the day.

Since then, he has made a rule that the first thing the family members do when they return home is to drink this tea pet. Roughly speaking, it has been decades.

After Song Rin finished showering, Mr. Qiao slowly heaved a sigh of relief, as if he had completed a major task, he immediately showed his true colors, smacked his lips and said, "Qiao Heng, go, touch me two pieces from the wine cellar behind Lao Shun's." Come out with a bottle of wine."

An old man in the Qixiang next door to Laoshun, in today's age of mechanical winemaking, he still uses large tile vats and gauze to distill, and the wine he brews leaves a fragrance on his lips and teeth.

But when the two old men were young, they quarreled over a bad game of chess, and Mr. Qiao was greedy for his wine. In the end, he couldn't help it, so he ordered the younger generation to go over. Anyway, he just refused to save his own face.

Hearing his words, Qiao Heng looked at him helplessly, before he could say a word, he was blocked back by Mr. Qiao bearded and glaring, and finally had no choice but to get up and go to Seven Alleys to beg for wine.

"Not filial at all." Mr. Qiao wiped the reclining Buddha tea pet lightly with a raising pot pen, muttering, "The bigger you are, the less filial you are."

Mr. Qiao didn't wear reading glasses, and he didn't wipe the details with his hands. Song Rin hurriedly took the pot raising pen and wiped it carefully for him.

"Okay, I'll get it for you, so don't mutter." Song Rin said while wiping, "You should take it easy tonight and don't drink too much. If your blood pressure rises again, I will arrange for you Hospital."

As soon as he heard that he was going to the hospital, Mr. Qiao looked a little timid. He snorted: "I've measured it, and it's stable and won't rise. You can drink a little more."

Song Rin was unmoved: "You can't drink too much, there are hidden dangers."

Hearing this, Mr. Qiao clicked his tongue and glared: "Is it deliberately contradicting me? Well, I don't want you to drink."

Although Song Rin did have this kind of thought here, but he was more concerned about Mr. Qiao's health. He wiped off the pen, and resolutely replied that it would not work.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work either. What do I want you to do here?" Mr. Qiao was anxious, he put his teacup down heavily, and asked, "Did you come here just to annoy me?"

This tempered person made Song Rin dumbfounded, he leaned over to someone to squeeze his shoulders, and said softly: "How can you, you came back after a long time, but with your physical condition, how can you be as good as you used to be?" How to drink. Old man, let's take it easy, and if we walk a little longer, can I drink less wine for you?"

Song Rin learned things from him since she was a child, so she knew where this man's soft heart was, and stepped on it, which made Mr. Qiao lose his temper and agreed with it.

Song Rin breathed a sigh of relief, and hastily changed the subject, "Why didn't you tell me when you came back?"

"I want to tell you, but didn't Qiao Heng say that you went into the small black room? I was thinking of saying the same thing after you came out." Mr. Qiao waved his hand to signal Song Rin to stop, "By the way, you two Where did you meet today?"

Song Rin sat cross-legged across from her, and replied, "Company."

Mr. Qiao said oh, observed Song Rin's expression calmly, and asked, "I went to the company to see it today? How about it, you should get used to it."

"It's ok, actually it's not much different from when we were abroad," Song Rin smiled with relief, "Besides, there is still Junior Sister Luo Yi here, so don't worry."

It is impossible to say that you are not worried. Mr. Qiao knows what kind of person Song Rin is. Even though he has seen many storms in the translation field, his mind is sensitive and fragile, and his tolerance is far from keeping up with the improvement of his ability.

This mistake also stemmed from this. Although Song Rin has been hiding it and is unwilling to say it, he can also see that if it is not a psychological problem, according to Song Rin's translation skills that have been honed for more than ten years, how could he make a mistake? Such a low-level mistake.

Mr. Qiao took a deep look at Song Rin, looked at his smiling face, and sighed softly: "Xiao Rin, in fact, God will set up hardships for us in everyone's life, but it's not to break us down. , but to teach us something. Many times, don’t look at what you lost from this failure, but look at what you gained and understood from this failure.”

Speaking of this, he picked up the pot of pen, dipped in the tea and wrote a 'that' on the tea table: "Do you remember the sentence with five consecutive that?"

Song Rin was deeply impressed by the sentence Qiao Lao said. It was a long sentence that the translation circle had struggled with for a long time at that time. I thought it would be difficult, but the final result was unexpectedly simple.

At that time, Song Rin had just entered the translation field, and he struggled with this sentence for a long time, so he was deeply impressed.He nodded to Qiao Lao and said he remembered.

"At that time, how many people were stuck on the that in the middle, which was both grammatical and sentence-like, and finally analyzed that that was its original meaning, but how many people thought of this level?" Qiao Laofang "So, in many cases, don't overcomplicate the problem, look at it from the most essential angle, and never trap yourself in the shackles of overthinking."

Song Rin understands what Qiao Lao means, and Song Rin also understands what he said, but if there are things in this world that can be figured out if they understand the reason, there won't be so many people who are overwhelmed by emotions and collapsed.

Very powerless, but this is the irresistible fact.

The heart-piercing bitterness surged up, and Song Rin's eyes turned red. He lowered his head and gave a muffled murmur, and replied, "My grandfather, I understand, understands everything."

Song Rin is no longer the kid who didn't understand anything before, so Mr. Qiao stopped talking and said no more.

He hastily changed the topic: "You just need to understand. By the way, you know that the head office will conduct an assessment of the branch's personnel every three years, right?"

Song Rin knew that the head office would conduct an assessment of the branch's personnel every three years, and those who were top-notch in the assessment would have the opportunity to work in the head office.

When this matter was mentioned, Song Rin immediately put away his emotions, and his expression was serious when he replied: "I know."

"Well, next year will be the third year, probably before Christmas, you remember to seize the opportunity." Mr. Joe said, "It doesn't matter if you fall from a high place, just climb back up again."

Mr. Qiao's faint words sounded vigilant and excited. Song Rin's ambition was rekindled, burning all timidity and self-doubt, and he solemnly replied hello with a sincere smile.

The two chatted for a while, and when Qiao Heng came back with the wine, they gathered around the table excitedly, but when he saw that Qiao Heng brought back rice wine, Mr. Qiao was so angry that he almost didn't eat.

In the end, the two of them worked together to persuade him to calm down, and they had a peaceful meal with Mr. Qiao with rice wine.

Although it is rice wine, it still contains alcohol content. At first, Mr. Qiao called Song Rin to stay here, but because he will start work tomorrow, Song Rin still called for a substitute driver to go back.

Although the old house is outside the city, it's not very far away, and it's still early, so Song Rin didn't find a replacement driver like last time in the villa.

After going back, Song Rin swallowed the evening medicine, and the effect of the medicine just started to work after washing. With the help of alcohol, Song Rin fell into a deep sleep as soon as she touched the pillow.

The next day, he was woken up by the set alarm clock. Although the set working time was eight o’clock, Song Rin got up at six o’clock, because he used to spare an hour before going to work to practice the sight translation of the economic summit. It is conducive to the stable maintenance of simultaneous interpretation ability.

With the buffer adaptation from the previous day, Song Rin got used to it very quickly after joining the job. Coupled with the harmony within the department, the work is quite smooth.

The meeting with Qiao Heng is unavoidable, after all, the higher-ups will come down to review, but this is mainly the work of Luo Yi and the others, Song Rin can participate and know very little.

What happened that day didn't seem to have caused any estrangement between the two of them. The meeting at work and the dinner after get off work were the same as when they were abroad.

But only Song Rin knew his inner changes, and every time he met Qiao Heng, it was a slow separation.

And this feeling of detachment was especially strong on the day Qiao Heng left.

16. Lotus root purple