Sober candy

It was quite cold in the twelfth lunar month, and the big cities were empty and cold.

There were very few pedestrians on the road, and the cold wind was howling, sweeping and roaring wantonly in the empty city that was so silent that only the sound of the wind remained.

In the morning, the snow on both sides of the roadside was crushed by bus tires and mixed with black mud, and it froze into dirty and hard ice in the cracks of the curb overnight. In recent years, there has been no movement of setting off firecrackers during the Spring Festival. The clusters of red skin debris also disappeared, and the dry and fallen leaves curled up on the ice surface. Looking up at the distance, the vision converged into a hazy white with the two rows of roadside trees at the end of the road.

A man came out of a white mist carrying two roast geese.The roast goose is packed in a paper bag, wrapped in two layers, freshly baked.The man is tall and straight, with a straight waist, steady and vigorous steps, striding forward against the wind, like a king who saves the world and returns to the earth.

However, the word "down and out" must be added before the word "king".

Because the man was wrapped in a military coat with cotton wadding exposed at the bottom.

"Stupid!"

In a red SUV parked by the side of the road, Old Zhao cursed speechlessly while sitting in the car.

Fu Jing's hair was covered with frost, and his black and fine eyelashes were frozen to ice because of the moisture in his eyes. When he saw the car, he shook his dragon robe as if the emperor was enthroned, and sat down in the passenger seat superior.

Fu Jing threw the two roasted geese into the back seat, rubbed his hands vigorously, took a few breaths, and then turned up the heat in the car to the maximum.

"Brother He, did you change the car?" Fu Jing reached out and rubbed vigorously at the vent of the air conditioner that was whistling with hot wind.

"I changed it earlier." Zhao He took a warm handbag from the drawer and handed it to him, turned the key and started the car: "The black car was hit by someone at night, damn it! This time I changed it to a brighter one." , to see who is still blind!"

Fu Jing took the warm handbag and put it on his lap, and laughed a little: "If you don't turn on the light yourself, who can depend on it!"

"Your sister-in-law drove it!" Zhao He held the steering wheel, turned around at an intersection, and snorted: "She was just learning to drive, and she insisted on dragging me on the road before her driver's license was issued. Shaking my neck for a long time, I almost sent both of us into a big pit by the side of the road!"

Fu Jing laughed again.

"Is it frozen?" Zhao He complained, "Don't buy it, don't buy it, you're looking for a crime, fasten your seat belt, and get ready to go."

"It's okay, there are few people during the Chinese New Year." When the body regained consciousness, Fu Jing adjusted the temperature back, wrapped himself in his coat, sat back in his original position and put on his seat belt, squinted his eyes and began to doze off.

The roast goose in the back seat of the car was carried all the way outside in the cold weather, and the aroma was still strong. The whole car was filled with the smell of meat. Zhao He clicked his mouth while driving, and his stomach growled from time to time. Fu Jing Too sleepy, he leaned back on the seat and yawned lazily.

The hot air from the air conditioner in the car was blowing towards his face, making him a little uncomfortable. Fu Jing turned his face to the window, pressed his forehead against the cold window, and breathed lightly and quietly.

The roast goose is for Zhao He and his two children, and the children love to eat that.In this bustling metropolis, when the New Year comes, most of the outsiders go back to their hometowns, and very few people stay there, including Fu Jing.In the huge capital city, there are not many real locals.

People who come from other places and can settle down and start a family locally are not simple people.Zhao He's hometown is in Sichuan, and he moved to Dajing with his family when he was a child. He also studied here to marry a wife and have children.Zhao He is engaged in real estate, has a wide network of contacts, good news, and contacts with people from all circles. Fu Jing has worked here for more than ten years, and Zhao He has always taken care of him.

Fu Jing's father left last year. In summer, after three o'clock at night, he was staying up late at the desk to catch up on the press release. When he received a call from a relative, he stared at the blinking cursor on the bright computer screen and was stunned. There are 5 minutes.

Maybe it's because I'm getting older, the edges and corners have been smoothed, and my emotions seldom fluctuate anymore.He was too calm at the time.

Fu Jing fell to the ground and stayed quietly in his empty bedroom for a while. The phone was hung up by the other party. It took him less than an hour to accept the fact, and he booked a plane ticket to fly back overnight to deal with his father's funeral.

At the funeral, his relatives saw him kneeling in front of his father's coffin, hugging the old man's portrait in silence, not crying, all pointing at him behind his back, saying that he was a white-eyed wolf and that he was not filial.

They said that his mother left early, and his father worked hard to bring him up all these years, saved him money for his schooling, let him walk out of the valley and become a city resident, and now he has made a lot of money in the big city After settling down, it’s fine if you can’t take the old man there to enjoy the blessings. The old man’s grave doesn’t even shed a tear, it’s just too shameful.

His sister-in-law's voice was hoarse from crying, she clutched his collar and kept bumping into his father's mourning hall, asking if he had become ruthless when he entered a big city?

He didn't care, he didn't want to care about anyone.

On the first seven nights, Fu Jing bought two bottles of low-quality liquor that didn't even have a label at the canteen at the entrance of the village. They sat in front of his father's grave, and the two of them took a sip. He drank a glass and poured another for his father.

His father said that he was not used to smoking good cigarettes or drinking good wine, so he liked cheap wine.Fu Jing brought him Feitian Moutai when he went home to see him. After the old man left, he drove them all to the canteen at the entrance of the village in a small tricycle, and exchanged a bottle of Moutai for several boxes of wine.No one in Qionggougou can afford such an expensive Moutai, so those few bottles are all offered in the canteen to support people's appearance.

The capital city is not easy to mess with. After graduating, Fu Jing was eager to earn money. He didn't take the postgraduate entrance examination. He spent seven years outside before he was promoted to a full-time job. Take his dad to live with him.

His father sat under the big tree in front of the house with a pipe in his mouth, shook his head, and said that his roots had been rooted in the ravine all his life, and he couldn't leave.

"Boy, I'm old and I can't walk anymore. Just come back and see me when you have time."

His father always looked at him proudly, and his father always looked at him kindly and with a smile.

The superior called to urge him to go back to work as soon as he was done, and not to delay him for too long due to personal reasons.At that time, Fu Jing was lying drunk on his father's grave and slipped, grabbing the damp soil that had been dug up during the day, waving two handfuls into the sky, swearing to go to your mother's job, and then did not wait for the hair Fire, quit the job.

Zhao He is a senior who is two years older than him. They were together in the university, and Fu Jing was the youngest of them. The seniors also took good care of him. After graduation, they went their separate ways. Only Zhao He remained in the capital together.

Fu Jing gave the house in his hometown to his aunt, and came back with his father's cigarette stick in his mouth. Zhao He is the boss, and he has a lot of things to do, and he is also busy. Usually, he is not very close. Once a month, we will have a bunch of drinks and get together once a month.Pay the bid.

During the Chinese New Year this year, Zhao He found out about Fu Jing's family, so he took him back to his home to eat dumplings.Fu Jing is not a very polite person, brother and brother have been so polite for so many years, it is obvious that they are too polite.

"Jing'er," Zhao He looked helplessly at Fu Jing who woke up from a nap before getting out of the car, "Can you stop wearing your military coat next time? I said that even if you quit your job now, you won't be short of money." , Why do you keep living more and more poorly? You are no longer a reporter, and you still think you were in the middle of the night when you were running news and freezing?"

"Take whatever you want," Fu Jing got out of the car with the roast goose, and walked into the building with Zhao He: "There are too many clothes in the closet, just look at this one to keep you warm."

"Heh!" Zhao He glanced at him, and snorted: "Just rely on your own good looks, do as much as you want!"

Fu Jing lowered his head and smiled, touched his face: "I'm old!"

Zhao He's wife, Chen Ya, also went to the same university as Zhao He, and Fu Jingcong called Zhao He sister-in-law as soon as Fu Jingcong met Zhao He.

The title of sister-in-law has not changed until now.

"Happy New Year, sister-in-law." Fu Jing took off his coat and hung it at the door, went into the kitchen to put the roast goose on the kitchen table, and nodded to Chen Ya.

"Jing'er is here?" Chen Ya was wearing an apron and was cooking. He tilted his head and smiled at him: "Happy Chinese New Year! Why are you wearing so little? Is it cold outside?"

"I was wearing a coat when I came here." Fu Jing stretched out his casual jacket that was covered by the coat just now, and said with a smile, "Brother He is warm in the car."

"Jing'er!" Zhao He placed wine glasses outside and shouted, "Tell your sister-in-law to tear up the roast goose first, and let's drink first!"

"Understood!" Fu Jing smiled, washed his hands, took a plate from the cabinet, put the roast goose in the refrigerator, put on plastic gloves, tore another goose and put it in the microwave to heat.

Zhao He's house is his second home, and he is very familiar with every place in the house.

Brother and sister-in-law, one from Sichuan and the other from Northeast China, are both very enthusiastic and have never treated Fu Jing as an outsider.

When Fu Jing was working here, he couldn't even afford to rent a better house, so he lived in the basement, which cost 500 yuan a month. He went upstairs to work and downstairs after work. Zhao He and Chen Ya drove to The place where he lived carried out raids, dragging Fu Jing to his house from the dark, trendy mouse nest. Fu Jing was still a small reporter at the beck and call of others, and he had no support in the big city. The family lived for three years.

"Look at how stupid he is!" Chen Ya angrily turned off the fire and put the vegetables on a plate, and handed them to Fu Jing: "Take it over, you two go eat first, I have to make dumplings later, I'll just watch here."

Fu Jing responded, took the dishes out and put them on the big round table outside. Zhao He was pouring wine, and pointed to a place beside him: "Come, sit."

"Uncle Fu is here! Happy Chinese New Year!"

"Happy New Year, Uncle Fu!"

As soon as Fu Jing sat down, the two children of Zhao He came from the bedroom and greeted them with smiles, and then went to the bathroom to wash their hands.

"Happy Chinese New Year." Fu Jing smiled, took out two red envelopes from his pocket, and distributed them to the two children.

"Thank you Uncle Fu!" The girl smiled shyly at the man.

"Uncle," the boy squeezed the rich pile in his hand, then leaned his head to look at his sister's next to him, and gave Fu Jing a rare look: "Are you getting rich this year?"

"Yeah," Fu Jing nodded with a smile, "I got rich."

"You brat don't know how to say thank you uncle!" Zhao He sat on the other side of the table and knocked on the table: "Your uncle loves you for nothing!"

"Hey, I am Uncle Fu! What is the relationship between us!" The boy sat next to Fu Jing, and the two brothers patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Uncle! When you are old, I will honor you!"

"Okay!" Fu Jing laughed, hugged the boy's shoulders, and smiled at Zhao He: "Brother He, your son can belong to me!"

"A silly boy," Zhao He waved his hands grandly: "If it's yours, it's yours!"

"Good guy!" The boy turned to Fu Jing and said, "Look, Uncle! My dad doesn't want me anymore!"

"It's okay!" Chen Ya came over with a roast goose and said, "Tomorrow I will ask your uncle to marry you an aunt, and give birth to a baby before sending it to your dad!"

"Human reselling!" The boy smiled and asked, "Hey, uncle, you look so handsome, why haven't you got a girlfriend yet?"

"Zhao Zhengzhou!" The girl picked a piece of meat from the plate and stuffed her brother's mouth, glaring at him: "Can you talk less! It's annoying!"

Fu Jing smiled, the furrowed tails at the corners of his eyes raised a shallow arc, very gentle and peaceful.

Peaceful is a bit too much.

"I haven't met the right one yet." Fu Jing drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

The author has something to say: Hello everyone, I am Xinwen!

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It's Jing'er!

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