all things

Based on the principle that "people are iron and rice is sweet", Yu Jinle was dragged out of the house by Bian Xiang to look for food with him.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, it was too late for dinner and too early for supper. The two of them wandered around on the motorcycle like ghosts, and finally went to the commercial street at the back gate of the school.

There was no dinner over there, but there were plenty of snacks. The two stopped in front of a fried tofu stall.

The owner of the tofu stand skillfully cuts the tofu into eight small triangles on average and deep-fries them in the pan. After the tofu is fried to a golden color, he takes out the pan to control the oil, and puts a small bowl of leek salt water on it. It tastes salty and fresh when dipped in it. , Crisp on the outside and tender on the inside.

The two asked for five yuan of tofu at first, but they added another five yuan if they were not satisfied. They also asked the canteen behind to bring over two bottles of beer and the cigarettes they were thinking about.

While wanting to eat, the tip of his nose was sweating, so he simply rolled up his long legs with his sleeves and rolled up his trousers to his knees. The little red plastic stool under his buttocks really wronged him, so he sat on the side of the curb, Squatting like a radish, you can fly over the small table at any time if you don't pay attention.

He bared his lips and said to Jin Le, "When I first arrived in the city, I thought this thing was inexplicable. How could there be a stall dedicated to buying fried tofu? It's not stinky tofu, it's just ordinary tofu cubes. Hey! I even dipped it in salt water to eat it. It turns out that I am addicted to eating it now, and it is not enough without ten or eight yuan!"

"Where is your ancestral home?" Yu Jinle asked.

"The one in Quancheng, Lu Province." He said without raising his head while thinking about it.

"Are you from the Han nationality? When I first saw your surname, I thought it was from an ethnic minority area. I even named your brother Bianzuo."

He wanted to open his mouth and look up, but there was still a piece of leek in his mouth, so he asked stupidly, "What are you doing?"

"Do it while thinking, it's like doing a problem, it's a process." Yu Jinle said with a smile.

"Why isn't she a younger sister?" He thought about frowning.

"That's ugly! A girl's name should be more artistic."

"The name Yu Jinyao is quite artistic."

It's just that people are not very artistic.

The two stared at each other, both thinking of the little steel cannon that looked like a monkey.

Yu Jinle shook his shoulders and smiled.

"Okay!" Bian wanted to say, "There is no such thing as doing it, the old Bian's family will only have a son named Bian Xiang."

Yu Jinle and You Rong nodded, "Planned Parenthood is a good family!"

While thinking about it, he elbowed him, "Your family fined you a lot, right?"

"That's not true!" Yu Jinle said, "I heard from my mother that when I was born in Jin'an, the neighborhood committee came over and said that I would be fined [-], and then my grandma said, "No, [-], let's go to [-]." five hundred."

I wanted to laugh until I coughed, "Is this still negotiable?"

"It must be possible, the life is born, can it be stuffed back?"

"But there's another one behind?"

"Little girl, that's my father and mother's remnants. Let's just think, there are two sons, and a daughter is necessary to have a happy life..." Yu Jinle said while rubbing his chin.

She wanted to poke the bamboo chopsticks and point at him, "Both sons and daughters."

Yu Jinle slapped his hand away, "Eat yours, what are you pointing at!"

As the night deepened, various snack stalls around gradually became bustling. Sausage rolls, kway noodles, barbecue juice ice were lined up, and round and square folding tables were filled to the sidewalks, and large vertical fans were rumbling. There was a loud noise, and the billowing furnace smoke rolled over, and was immediately drawn out of the sky.

Many young people in the city are used to driving around on a motorcycle at night, each with a girl, even if they are not hungry, they will order a few skewers and a few beers, and sit on a plastic stool by the roadside with a cigarette Talk about the mountains.

"The nightlife here is lively. I remember when I was a child in Quancheng, it was only after eight o'clock in the evening. The streets were dark and there was no one there, especially in winter."

"Is it snowing over there?" Yu Jinle asked.

Southerners almost have a special feeling for snow, especially for a southern child like Yu Jinle who has never seen snow. His yearning for almost no reason makes him get cold hands and feet every time winter comes. When the tip of the nose is white, I think: It’s so cold, why doesn’t it snow?It was worth it to be frozen anyway!

They have too many fantasies about snow: what does snow look like?Does it feel like soft cotton candy?Is it really a flower floating down from the sky?Is the feathery snow like the downpour in the south?Those northerners are really happy, they won't be drenched all over...

"Down." Nodding while thinking, "Sometimes the fall is too big, and the human form will come out as soon as a person falls. I remember one time when I wore it too round. After falling in, I couldn't get out no matter how much I tossed. I drilled deeper and deeper. In the end, it was my dad's comrades who gave me to me."

Yu Jinle looked at his long arms and legs with disgust, "What's the use of being so tall? Is it for taking up space? You can't get up when you roll on the ground!"

"Hi! That's all happened when I was a child. Now you make me wear more clothes, but I can't make a round ball!" I wanted to say, "And after I moved here, I haven't been back to Quancheng."

Yu Jinle tilted his head and thought for a while, but he couldn't conceive any effective image for the little side who "couldn't get up on his own when he fell down".

"When you come to the south, do you feel that winter here is not cold at all?" In Yu Jinle's mind, the answer is yes, but when he wanted to finish listening, he shook his head like a pendulum.

"Don't say, it's not that the winter in the south is not cold, it's that you southerners are particularly resistant to frost." While thinking about it, he felt terrified, "When I first came here, I thought it was not cold in winter here, and I was so blind, but it turned out that winter I was so cold when I arrived, shit, there’s no heating! It’s as cold indoors and outdoors, and I have to rely on my own body temperature to warm the bed at night! Especially when it’s raining, how come that song is sung?” The cold, icy rain slapping my face indiscriminately'? This lyrics made me burst into tears! Let me tell you, northerners think that the south is not cold, and southerners think that northerners are anti-freezing. This is definitely a generation gap between the north and the south! "

Yu Jinle: "I don't read many books, don't lie to me."

He has too many fantasies about the snowy winter. If you tell him that the sky is missing and the clouds fall in the sky, he will believe it. But if you tell him that the winter in Tuocheng is colder than that in the snowy north, he will be very upset. Doubt it.

He wanted to say: "I really didn't lie to you, Xiao Yu'er, if there is a chance in the future, I will take you to see it and believe it."

Yu Jinle glanced at him, "Xiao Yuer?"

Thinking of honey, he smiled, "How about calling it Hanamaki?"

Yu Jinle: "???"

Got it wrong again?

The two giggled and laughed, and the time passed quickly.

There is only a wall between this place and the school. The parents' meeting ended after nine o'clock, and parents and students came out from the back door one after another.But she didn't see Shen Yunjia and Yu's mother, so she should have gone back through the front door.

At this time, Yu Jinle sighed and said, "It's really annoying."

While trying to take out the cigarette he just bought and light it up, he raised his eyebrows, "Huh? What's bothering you?"

Yu Jinle, "Everything is annoying, parent meeting, grades, rankings...all annoying."

While wanting to vomit a smoke ring, "It's still annoying because of the study."

Yu Jinle stared at the circles of slowly fading smoke rings in a daze, "You are different from me."

While thinking about it, I was stunned, "What's the difference? You have to go to class, take exams, and do questions differently. In the future, you will also have to take the college entrance examination, go to university, and find a job..."

Yu Jinle stopped talking, as if he didn't know where to start, or didn't want to continue the topic.While thinking about it, I didn't get to the bottom of it, I just silently smoked the cigarette that I finally bought and smoked after going through twists and turns.

White smoke rose from his fingers, the smell of tobacco mixed with the smell of roasted cumin pepper invisiblely enveloped the two of them, Yu Jinle lowered his eyelids, and carefully contained himself in this dimly lit street thoughts.

The two finally ate 15 yuan tofu plus [-] skewers, beef balls, chicken and chicken wings in a circle, and killed two beers. When they got on the motorcycle, they felt that their pants were so tight that their chains would explode. the trend of.

"What time is it? We've finished supper, I'm so full." Yu Jinle said from behind, "I also eat a lot of dinner, how can I eat with you?"

He wanted to start the motorbike but didn't answer, "You're greedy."

When thinking of home, Shen Yunjia and his father were both there.

The two stayed in the living room, drinking Kung Fu tea and watching the rebroadcast of the news. When they wanted to enter the door, they happened to catch up with the last cup of the first round of tea.

The Bian family has settled down in the city for several years, and some living habits have gradually been affected by the local customs, such as Kung Fu tea. Bian's father likes it quite a bit. He usually has nothing to do when he is free. Even if no one is with him, he can still enjoy himself Discretion.

But the tea set in their house is quite simple, just the most basic set of configurations, the tea tray and the pot plus three teacups, unlike some classmates who I want to see, the tea table is directly made of long tree root carvings, and I can’t even make any tea. What kind of cans, kettles and teacups should be marked with one, two, three, four, five.

Probably after all, it is because northerners cannot learn the subtleties of southern tea ceremony and enjoy themselves.

Probably because the army transferred to work in the public security system, thinking about his father's impression since he was a child, he has always been a heroic and strict tough guy.The memory of his biological mother before the age of six is ​​already very vague, but thinking about his father's majesty, it has actually run through his 16 years of life so far. When he was disobedient, his father beat him with no mercy at all. I was beaten, but the spontaneous awe did not diminish, even if I just lowered my voice a little, I would reflexively want to stand against the wall along the base of the wall.

While thinking about how much he was surprised outside, how cautious he would be when he saw his father when he returned home.

Before going in front of his father, he ran through the recent performance in his mind at lightning speed: he went to and from school obediently and docilely like a little sheep every day; the biggest accident was Jin Lewei's foot, but it was properly arranged and dealt with Good; in terms of grades, it happens to be ranked [-]th in this mid-term exam class, a little bit above the middle, no merits and no faults...

So he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to drink tea.

"How is it? Are you not used to life in high school?" Papa Bian slowly poured hot water into the rinse tank along the edge and asked.

"It's okay, it's about the same as junior high school, and there's nothing I'm used to or not." While trying to wrap the chewed gum in a paper towel and throw it into the trash can.

"Tonight, as soon as Mr. Li came on stage, she thanked the parents of the cadres in the class." Shen Yunjia said, "She also said that in schools like yours, many parents would rather their children keep their ears shut. I'm afraid that being a class cadre will miss the study."

Bian's father frowned, "That's purely acting on behalf of the child, what kind of responsibility should the child have when he grows up, can it still be hindered?"

The white smoke from the boiling water curled up, and Father Bian's callused big hands nimbly scraped the foam and poured the clear tea soup into three small white porcelain cups.

I wanted to put my hands on my knees and listen in an orderly manner.

"You are the son of my old Bian family, so don't be afraid of any responsibility or responsibility. As long as you don't violate laws and disciplines, do what you should do."

"Xiaoxiang has been in the class for many years, right? I think many teachers know you." Shen Yunjia took out a box of mints from under the coffee table, "moisturize your throat, you are busy going to school from afternoon to evening, and at night Still standing there receiving parents, my voice is hoarse."

While thinking, he silently took a refreshing mint candy and ate it.

His father was sitting on the single sofa making tea, and Shen Yunjia was sitting in the first of the three seats. He sat next to her as soon as he entered the room.Although he had chewed gum on the road, the smell of cigarettes on his body could not escape his father, nor could it escape Shen Yunjia next door.

Shen Yunjia is smart, and has always been calm.

"I think I'm quite used to it, and my grades haven't changed." Thinking about Dad holding the teacups for Shen Yunjia and Shen Yunjia respectively, while thinking about the front, "I don't care about you, anyway, you are at this age, and you should think about everything in your heart." There are many."

Nothing special, this sentence is the end sentence of thinking about Dad caring about his son's school life.

While wanting to sit with his father and Shen Yunjia to drink tea and watch TV, the weekend of a family of three seems a bit ordinary and dull, but it is undeniable that it is this kind of ordinary little days that are exclusive to the fireworks in the world. happiness.

After returning to the room, I took out my mobile phone and saw more than 30 text messages and more than ten missed calls on it, all of which belonged to Weng Lin.

To be finished!

I have been busy with parent-teacher meetings at school, turned my phone to silent, and did not take it out during the whole night with Yu Jinle. Weng Lin's phone calls and text messages started bombarding after eight o'clock and stopped until just after nine o'clock.

His scalp tightened for a while, and he quickly called back.

Sure enough, no one answered the phone until the line was disconnected.

I called several more times, but no one answered.

He let out a sigh of relief and threw himself on the bed, his mind blank.

The mobile phone was held loosely in his hand. He was stunned for a while, and tried to dial it again. This time, he didn't automatically hang up the line until the ringing sound was disconnected, but was quickly pressed off.

He closed his eyes, feeling a little tired for no reason.