Sober candy

Fu Jing doesn't have a house. The small apartment in the second ring road is rented all year round. It was rented in the early years when the house price was not as crazy as it is now, which is convenient for work.

He has a lot of savings. He has worked hard outside for so many years, and he is not bad at all. Before resigning, his salary was considered to be in the middle-to-high income category in this area. If you buy it, you will buy it. He has been waiting for a long time. Buying a house is different. He has never planned to buy a house in the capital.

My father is gone, and I don't plan to buy a house that I was looking forward to in a small county near my hometown. I am a homeless person anywhere, and it doesn't matter if I have a house or not.

Yang Haohai brought some fruit to remind him after the year, and Fu Jing made him a pot of Dahongpao, and chatted with someone about the manuscript.

Lao Yang is his old boss, the editor-in-chief of a newspaper. Fu Jing had worked with him for several years, and now he resigned to become a freelance writer. Lao Yang contacted him and asked him to help write a few articles. He dug back and wrote full-time articles for other agencies.

Fu Jing University did not major in literature. He used to be a media person. He carried a camera and ran news.

At that time, he was young and energetic, and the wild boy was full of prickles. He didn't see those fake people and things. He wrote what he knew, took pictures of what he saw, and even wrote several letters with photos directly to the Up above, he offended a lot of big shots and almost lost his job a few times, but he also met a lot of people who were not afraid of death just like him.

Yang Haohai is also hard-headed. When he was young, he was also a crazy literati. Whoever he caught and scolded, he is still the same now, but now he is an old man in the circle, and cursing is to teach others. Newcomers can be taught by senior old men. That is a good thing to be proud of, and no one dares to refute it.

Yang Haohai was quite embarrassing, saying that it is good to be old, and no ignorant bastard would dare to argue with him again.

Fu Jing's vigor matched Yang Haohai's stinky temper very well. Back then, he left for money. Who wouldn't care for a high salary?Now that the worries are gone, Fu Jing no longer has to work hard day and night like before. The day goes by as he likes, and he comes back to cooperate with Yang Haohai for the peace of mind.

"How about it?" Yang Haohai sipped the tea in his cup, raised his eyes and looked at the person opposite, "You can talk to me about your salary when you go back, I'm in love with you, Lao Fu, I promise you , as long as I'm here, no one will dare to touch you."

"I'll think about it," Fu Jing lit a cigarette, looked at Lao Yang, and said, "I'm tired, I want to take a break first."

"Still resting? How about the energy you worked so hard before?"

"Gone."

Yang Haohai sighed regretfully: "Old Fu, you are different from before."

"Well, Master is not short of money now."

Yang Haohai teased: "Going back in a leisurely way again? Uncle Fu?"

"Are you free and easy?" Fu Jing narrowed his eyes as he stared at the misty smoke, and murmured in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself: "Should I go back?"

When Fu Jing's father left, he didn't leave any valuable inheritance. There was nothing valuable in the poor mountain valley. A few pieces of land and eight bungalows belonged to his aunt.The old man had worked hard all his life and hadn't spent a lot of money. Fu Jing called him a lot of living expenses every month, and they were all saved.

The passbook finally arrived in Fu Jing's hands, and it was sandwiched into a small book, and there was a small note neatly written "Get a wife for Jing'er".

Fu Jing never told his father about his sexual orientation, even in the two sweet years when he chased someone in college, he never told his family about it.

His father is a reserved and honest person, he rarely talks about love and romance, even those kissing scenes on TV without scale, his father is so old, he will be very uncomfortable and quickly change the channel when he sees them.

He knew that he was special, and he was afraid of scaring his father, so he wanted to wait for a few years after the man was chased, and the relationship was stable before he brought his son-in-law home to meet his parents.

But it's hard to find a male daughter-in-law, and there is only one male daughter-in-law Fu Jingxiang has ever won.

In the evening Zhao He called him and asked him if Fu Jing would go to the party this year.

Fu Jing stroked the passbook his father had left for him, without thinking about it, he just said it.

It would be awkward to call someone you haven't contacted for many years, but the party is different. The party is for a large group of people who have just met who were awkward, and it will not be particularly awkward to talk to anyone.

Fu Jing has no inspiration for the past few days. Lao Yang came to urge him and couldn't write. He has been depressed for a while, and his writing at home is also very sloppy. Start writing with the computer, put the computer on the table when you are sleepy, and feel sleepy when you look up.

Or to say that freelancing looks like freedom, but in fact it is easier to get sick. There is no fixed time for work and rest. The biological clock completely follows one's own temperament. Once the rhythm of life is disrupted, even people will be depressed.

The day of the party was the last day of the Ching Ming Festival holiday. Fu Jingwo's family finally handed in the manuscript after several months. Two days ago, he gathered his spirits and went to his hometown to sweep the grave, brought a few bottles of wine, and His father chattered again.

It is said that the graves of his parents should be together, but Fu Jing can only guard one.

His parents' marriage was a cross-class union, and was strongly opposed by his mother's family before they got married.His father was poor, and the poor couldn't hold up their heads under the strong oppression of the rich. His father changed several jobs in the outside world, and all of them were ruined.

He can't go on outside, his father is an older brother, and he has to support a few younger sisters at home, so he has no choice but to go home and farm.His mother was 24 years old at the time, and she traveled thousands of miles to marry his father, working alone by train and ship.

His mother is a kind woman. The attachment to his father is not so much love as reluctance and pity. The love of parents in those days rarely talked about love, but there was a feeling that could not be let go.

His father tried his best to be good to his mother, but it was still not worth one ten-thousandth of what his mother once had.

His mother was weak, and got infected after giving birth. She had to be hospitalized every ten days and a half months. The family was poor, and his father couldn't get enough money for his mother's surgery by borrowing money everywhere. He went to his mother's family and begged them to save his wife.

His mother's family scolded his father severely, and then directly transferred his mother to the city for treatment.

The city, the city where his mother's family lived, the city far from his father, the city where his mother was born and buried.

Before leaving, his mother said to his father: "Don't come to see me in the future."

His mother was a bright woman, but his father didn't understand.

His father transferred all the guilt and love for his mother to him. His father tried his best to support him to study hard. His father wanted him to leave himself and this poor place forever, just like his mother.

With red eyes, Fu Jing toasted his father with a glass of wine.

The clear Moutai liquid was poured on the freshly sprouting green grass in front of the grave, and the sound of sighs was scattered in the wind.

After returning, Fu Jing drove the new car to the barber shop.

I have met my father, talked to him, my father has always spoiled him, no matter what he does, my father will not have any objections.

Fu Jing chose a high-end barber shop, picked up his doghouse-like hair, and made a hairstyle.

The barber was a guy who looked about 25, younger than him, and asked him what he wanted, Fu Jing thought about it and said, get something younger, cool and easy to take care of.

"Size?" The hairdresser looked at the person in the mirror and said with a smile, "Hey, bro, you have such a handsome face, any hairstyle we make for you will reflect the light of your face!"

Fu Jing smiled, the slight creases at the end of her eyes were raised, showing the charm of a mature man.

The hairdresser clicked his tongue, snapped his fingers, went to the table and took the electric clipper: "Then bro, I'll get you a clipper!"

"Farewell," Fu Jing called to him, and said, "Give me some hair, it hurts my hands."

The hairdresser looked back at him, saw that he was serious, and said happily, "Okay! Then I'll get you a soft one that won't hurt your hands!"

Fu Jing's original hairstyle was short, streamlined hair, which was easy to manage, and when he washed his face, his hair would straighten up, making him look more energetic.I have been staying at home for years, and my hair has grown a lot. The hairdresser gave me some hair care, and then I made a hairstyle with light bangs, and drew a dividing line on one side. The asymmetrical bangs on both sides don’t need to be worn. Hairspray is unique and youthful.

Fu Jing took a look in the mirror, plucked his bangs a few times, and was quite satisfied. Before leaving, he patted the shoulder of the hairdresser brother, and said with a smile: "Little brother, the future is boundless."

The little brother joked with him with a smile, brother, don't shoot me, I'm afraid I will fall in love with you.

Fu Jing laughed a few times, greeted people, opened the door and left.

If not sloppy, Fu Jing is quite attractive.

Uncle Fu had a rough life. Sometimes he didn't even wash his face when he left home, and he always stayed up late. His skin condition wasn't very good. If he lived to his age and his skin didn't break down, he was just living on his laurels.

In recent years, his diet has not been very regular, and he has lost weight. The contour of his jaw can be shaved, and his eye sockets have become deeper. , the sharp eyebrows and eyes will soften a bit, and a few wrinkles will appear at the end of the eyes, which is very flavorful.

When he was young, Fu Jing was a flamboyant and energetic young man with particularly well-developed motor nerves, full of vigor, and loved to laugh. Anyone who saw him would like to get close to him. When he was old, Uncle Fu was still handsome, a 36-year-old charming uncle , Walking still with chest held high, head held high, that is called a personable demeanor.

Zhao He said that on the streets these days, Fu Jing is the only old man who can wear a battered army coat with cotton wadding into a winter fashion show.

The military coat was given by Fu Jing's team when he was a reporter. It was the hardest period of Fu Jing's career.

At that time, his acquaintances who were in the same class as him were all taking the postgraduate entrance examination, and the seniors who were older than him had already joined the work, and they were not in their majors. The seniors who guided him in the stage were very strict. Suffered all kinds of exclusion and making things difficult.

It's good that he came from a prestigious school, but in that place, who didn't graduate from a prestigious school?The people around are all seniors who have worked for several years. Who is not more experienced than him?He is a rookie who has just arrived, besides helping people to run errands, he just picks up the rest of the seniors to do the heavy work.

His hometown is not rich, he went to university to work part-time, and never asked his family for a penny. His father thought that he had earned money by taking part in the work, so he was relieved.In those days, prices were low, and his internship was only a few hundred a month. That money was fine in a small place, but it was not enough for him to live in a big place. Cold, poor and hungry were the normal state of his life, and that military coat had a special meaning for him. The meaning is more important than any award or bonus he has won.

But the clothes in the closet are not limited to the military coat, no matter how hard and tired they were before, Fu Jing can now be regarded as a middle-class man who drives a luxury car and lives in the second ring road, and his aesthetic taste is still very high.

The day before, I picked up my hair, and went for a sweat steam to restore my vitality. The next day, Fu Jing put his face under the cold water pipe, rubbed his face well with facial cleanser, shaved his beard seriously, and picked a hair from the closet. A black casual suit, and sprayed with a perfume that has almost evaporated after not being sprayed once in ten thousand years, she just turned on the screen in the mirror and yelled that I am going out to hook up with someone.

Zhao He hadn't seen Fu Jing passing by like this for half a year. He came out to pick up someone at the hotel entrance, and when he saw this charming peacock get off the car and strode towards him, he immediately gave a thumbs up and praised: "Such a show!" !"

"Low-key." Fu Jing smiled at him, glanced at the hotel's wide open door, feeling a little nervous.

Without taking a step, he took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, dragged Zhao He against the wall, and handed Zhao He one, the two well-dressed men squinted their eyes, and looked up to swallow the cloud in enjoyment Spit, like a junkie.

"I knew you would regret it," Zhao He saw that Fu Jing didn't say a word, and opened his mouth first after half a cigarette. He elbowed Fu Jing, and said with a teasing smile: "How about it, I still miss it." People?"

Fu Jing smiled and took a puff of cigarette, didn't pretend anymore, and let out a happy "hmm".

Some people just can't let it go, even if they lie to themselves that they are not suitable for this aspect, they are not suitable for that aspect, what happened to them in the past, and what may happen to them in the future, but so far he has not got anyone in his hands However, he was really thinking about it.

His father is gone, his family is gone, his relatives are gone, his hometown is gone, and he is old. He can accept and let go of many things calmly, but his heart is getting more and more empty, and he wakes up from intermittent dreams at night. Later, he felt like a leaf of duckweed floating with no support, not knowing where to turn.

Holding the cigarette between his hands, Fu Jing raised his hand and tapped the ash twice, then smiled self-deprecatingly.

Really, a lot of age, why are you living more and more hypocritical?

"Hey, Jing'er, did you two call later?" Zhao He asked gossipingly after taking a puff of cigarette.

"No." Fu Jing lowered his head and scratched his hair, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I didn't think of any good excuse."

"I haven't contacted you for almost ten years."

"How do you know? Almost, I didn't expect that ten years have passed," Fu Jing recalled: "We also kept in touch a few years after leaving school. If he is busy, he is also busy, so the contact will be cut off."

"Didn't you confess?"

"No," Fu Jing stubbed out the cigarette and exhaled, "I don't have that much effort."

"You two are really good! You have done nothing wrong!" Zhao He finished smoking, grabbed the cigarette butt from Fu Jing's hand, and dragged him in: "Boy, remember better! Don't let him go this time!"

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