cheongsam boy

It was already evening when we arrived at the Song family mansion. Song Rin parked the car in the garage, and just as he closed the door, he saw Wu Yonghan's car driving in. He collected the car keys and stood outside the garage for a while.

Wu Yonghan was still the same, not much changed, but to Song Rin's surprise, Wu Shixiu followed him today.

A trace of surprise flashed in Song Rin's eyes, but he quickly covered it up, smiled at the two of them, and shouted, "Uncle Wu, Shixiu."

"Hey, little Lin," Wu Yonghan handed the leather bag to Wu Shixiu behind him, stepped forward to stop Song Lin's shoulder affectionately, looked up and down for a while, and said, "Did you eat well abroad and lost weight? Your mother may feel distressed when she sees her later."

Wu Shixiu took the purse, and shouted to Song Rin with a smile, "Brother Song Rin."

Song Lin tilted her head and smiled back at him, then followed Wu Yonghan to the main hall: "It's better to be thinner, I will gain weight if I get older at this age."

"That can't be so thin, can it?" Wu Yonghan squeezed Song Rin's shoulders and said with a smile, "When I get home next time, I'll cook for you and simmer some beef for you to make up for."

Song Rin responded with a smile, and the three of them entered the main hall together.

When Song Shuling arrived, she happened to direct the servants to put the tableware on the table. Seeing them coming, she immediately put on a gentle smile and walked forward with her hands raised.

Delaying the blessings of Wu's father and son, Song Shuling's gentleness is rare for Song Rin to steal.

Song Shuling came over and took Wu Yonghan's hand, and after answering Wu Shixiu's call, she turned her head to look at Song Rin, and said with a smile, "Azi, your grandfather is waiting for you in the study, go up and talk to him for a while."

Ah Tsai.

Hearing this shout, Song Rin was taken aback, and the fingers hanging down the side of her trousers curled up unnaturally.He looked at Song Shuling in disbelief, but when he met her dark and vigilant eyes, he became sober again.

Song Rin blinked, wiped away the upset emotions, answered in a low voice, and walked to the study on the second floor.

The Song family mansion was renovated only the year before last, but my grandfather is a very nostalgic person, and many old-fashioned and still usable objects have been preserved.

Song Rin looked at the familiar things in the corridor, and found a little peace in this mansion.

The study room is at the end of the corridor. Song Rin raised his hand and knocked on the door. After a while, there was the sound of trotting inside. When the door opened, Wu Xinghang's childish face also came into Song Rin's eyes.

"Brother Song Rin," Wu Xinghang was very excited to see Song Rin, and couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

Looking at Wu Xinghang's two little sweet teeth, Song Rin's heart also felt sweet, and she pulled him over and walked in together.

Grandpa is a man of good manners, so the two of them didn't dare to be too noisy. When they reached the sinking wooden table, Wu Xinghang consciously let go of Song Rin's hand, and climbed onto the high stool to continue grinding ink.

Song Rin stood in front of the table, and whispered while swimming in the ink: "Grandpa."

Hearing Song Rin's yell, Grandpa didn't stop writing, but he didn't respond. Instead, he said to Wu Xinghang, "You go down first, and he will come up instead."

Wu Xinghang gave a low oh, and climbed down from the high stool after putting down the ink stick.He is still young, so he is afraid of this grandpa who has a straight face all day long, but he can't suppress his worry about his brother, so he can only pinch Song Rin in the gap between passing by. hand in relief.

Feeling the warm touch on his wrist, Song Rin lowered his head and smiled at him to indicate that nothing happened, then turned around and walked to the side corner, cleaned his hands before picking up the ink stick and started grinding.

Because it is an ink stick that has been developed, Song Rin only needs to turn it a little and the adult rosin hidden in it can be easily ground out, accompanied by Lumo's unique local aroma floating under his nose.

Grinding is a technical job, and it also tests the state of mind.

Song Rin grew up beside her grandfather since she was a child. In the passing of spring and autumn, the ink table beside the sinking wooden table is indispensable for him to grind and turn it with his hands. He knows how to grind a good ink.

It's just that technology belongs to technology, and the birth of a good ink is more tested by the state of mind of the grinder.

After finishing one Tao Te Ching, my grandfather stopped writing. He took out one of the previous ones and put them together.

"Do you see the difference?" Grandpa knocked on the table.

Song Rin looked at the two writings, and at the smudged ink on the latest one, lowering her eyes in shame: "It's because I'm restless."

Listening to Song Rin's reply, Grandpa didn't say much, but wrote again and said, "Then let your heart calm down."

This is both a lesson and a punishment. Song Rin knew it in his heart, and he recognized it himself. After responding, he picked up the ink stick again, took water and began to grind it.

The grinding process is too quiet, listening to the rustling of the emblem on the rice paper, listening to the friction between the ink stick and the inkstone, the sound of each collision is like the ringing of a bell, the sin and the deep in your heart The darkness is infinitely magnified at this moment to be judged.

During this period of torment, those bad thoughts began to appear in Song Rin's mind again, strands of blood-sucking vines entwined around his heart, holding its beating to death with a huge suction force.

But at the same time, it is also the subtle sound in the silence that cuts those dark pictures with a sharp blade, injecting vitality into the stranded and hypoxic.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a soft sound of putting down the pen, and grandpa said, "Okay, let's go down to eat."

Song Rin lifted her pale fingertips due to too much force, and was relieved to see the evenly drawn lines, and then said hello with a light blink of her eyelashes, and went downstairs after cleaning her hands.

Seeing them coming down the stairs, Song Shuling quickly got up from the sofa and greeted the servants to serve the dishes. Wu Yonghan also came forward with a bold smile and said flattering words to grandpa.

"Brother," Wu Xinghang trotted over quickly, and naturally pulled Song Rin's neck to hug him.

Song Rin bent down and picked him up, sucking his cheek.

Soft, more tender than jelly.

Wu Xinghang also kissed back with a smile, grabbed Song Rin's collar and asked in a low voice, "Did Grandpa tell you about you?"

"No," Song Rin shook him, not wanting to make him worry more about it, so he hurriedly changed the subject and asked, "Is there a lot of pressure at school?"

Wu Xinghang is the middle-aged son of Song Shuling and Wu Yonghan, a test-tube baby, hard won.But even so, I didn't pamper her more, but I went to a bilingual private school from kindergarten to elementary school, and I was busy with homework until eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening.

Song Rin wanted to do something, but in the end she gave up because of the half-missing blood barrier, so she could only find other gaps to secretly relieve Wu Xinghang's pressure.

Although Wu Xinghang was young, he was quick-witted. He followed Song Rin's movements and sat on the chair, pulling his hands back: "It's not that big, it's just that I have a lot of homework. But I'm smart, and I'll finish it soon."

Song Rin praised with a smile, and chatted with Wu Xinghang some more during the serving time, remembering his recent favorite things in his heart and thinking about when he could surprise him.

Everyone got together today, and the dishes were much richer than usual, but because of the new medicine, Song Rin felt a little nauseous.

Grandpa glanced at Song Rin and asked, "What's wrong, the food doesn't suit your appetite?"

"No," Song Rin shook his head hastily, "it's just that my stomach is not feeling well recently, so eat slowly."

"Hey, Xiao Lin, you have had stomach problems for many years. You should eat slowly when you eat," Wu Yonghan took a sip of tea and looked at grandpa. How much to chew... a dozen or so, the amount is accurate."

Hearing what Wu Yonghan said, Grandpa glanced at Song Lin's bowl again, and after a moment of silence pointed to Song Shuling's chicken with pork belly.

"Isn't Azai the favorite to eat pork belly chicken? Give him a bowl."

Song Shuling responded, but just as she was about to get up to serve the soup, Wu Shixiu took the spoon first: "Come on, auntie, I'm not far away."

While talking, Wu Shixiu picked up the soup and served it to Song Rin, and put it in front of his dinner plate.

Song Rin thanked him with a slight smile, stirred to dissipate the heat, and drank slowly.

Cooking over a slow fire brings out the fresh aroma of pork belly and chicken, and the addition of ginger slices not only removes the fishy smell, but also enriches the taste level.

But no matter how delicious the soup is, it still has no effect in the face of the physical discomfort caused by the drug. Song Rin finished the soup suppressing his nausea.

"By the way, Xiao Lin, are you planning to make a decision in China when you come back this time?" Wu Yonghan asked while Song Rin was changing chopsticks.

Listening to his question, Song Rin paused when he changed his chopsticks, but he quickly reacted, and came out with the speech he had prepared a long time ago.

"Not necessarily, it depends on the company's arrangements."

Wu Yonghan said oh, glanced at Song Rin's grandfather, cleared his throat and continued to ask: "Little Rin, don't pay too much attention to the things at the summit, this life is long, and no one is in a bad state and makes mistakes. dont you agree."

Before coming here, Song Rin knew that he would definitely talk about his mistranslation at the summit, and he was already prepared.

But it's one thing to be prepared, and that's just an imaginary estimate, and an estimate doesn't equate to reality.

Song Rin still overestimated his psychological endurance, and when he was mentioned again after so many days, his body would still tremble from the broken memory.

Song Rin's Adam's apple rolled, swallowed the surging sourness, and pretended to smile relaxedly: "It's my own problem, and I will learn from it."

"Then don't be too..."

"Not only must we learn the lesson, but we must also remember not to commit the same crime again." Grandpa put down the soup bowl, and looked at Song Rin with more serious eyes.

Facing the staring gaze, Song Rin involuntarily tensed up, and said hello heavily on his solemn face.

He was a child raised by himself, and his conduct was clear. Grandpa didn't say anything more, but changed the subject and asked, "I heard old man Qiao said that he was transferred to the branch office?"

"Yes, I will join the job at the end of the month." Song Rin replied.

At the end of the year, major companies were rushing for performance, and their translations were also busy. Song Rin happened to catch up with this trip.

Grandpa nodded: "It's still early, you can take advantage of this time to make adjustments."

"Oh yes, let's take a long vacation," Wu Yonghan said, he patted Wu Shixiu's hand, and asked, "By the way, didn't you say there was a cooperation banquet last time, when was it?"

Wu Shixiu put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth: "Next Monday." Having said that, he turned his attention to Song Rin again: "Brother Song Rin, do you have time? Can you come over and play."

Song Rin has never liked these crowded banquets, and he couldn't avoid attending them on weekdays because of work, and now he really doesn't want to go when he is on vacation.

What's more, it was Wu Yonghan's company's dinner party, and it was a bit embarrassing for him to attend in his capacity.

Song Rin didn't think much, and opened his mouth thinking about refusing: "I still don't..."

"Is it the project that you cooperated with Gu's?"

Before Song Rin could fully say his refusal, Grandpa interrupted him, glanced at Song Rin secretly, and then asked Wu Shixiu.

Wu Shixiu nodded and replied yes.

"Mr. Gu, this is a comeback." Grandpa sighed, and he looked at Song Rin, "I have worked with that old man of Mrs. Gu several times before, please go and ask for me."

The ancestors of the Song family used to write and play relief sculptures, but with the changes of the times, they have declined in recent generations. The foundation laid before can still be maintained, and those interpersonal relationships still need to be maintained.

Song Rin has had these basic shelters from the Song family since he was a child, so there is no reason why he should not return what he has taken, and he should bear some burdens.

The unfinished words were swallowed, Song Rin picked at the palm of his hand, and answered with lowered eyes.

5. Zen Dyeing