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Christmas is approaching, and the shops along the street are decorated with lights, and the sweet time cannot be left behind.

After the lunch break, the customers in the store had almost left one after another. He Zhao directed Zhang Jiangyang to post the string of colored lights: "Move to the left, pass it, and move it to the right, it's crooked."

Zhang Jiangyang became impatient: "Is it a little to the left or a little to the right? Are your eyes good?"

"You're the one with poor eyesight." He Zhaosong rolled up his sleeves, "Get out of here."

Zhang Jiangyang got off the bed, He Zhao pushed him away, stepped up nimbly, and easily pasted the hanging star lamp in the corresponding position, and glanced at Zhang Jiangyang who was standing below: "Stand in a daze Why, go get a Christmas tree."

"Oh." Zhang Jiangyang walked away to help Lin Peiling decorate the Christmas tree.

He Zhao hung the star lantern back and forth, jumped off the bed, and Yi Shi supported him.

He smiled: "Finished posting?"

The task he just assigned to Yi Shi was to put stickers on the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and hang Christmas wreaths and Christmas canes on the glass doors.

"It's over." Yi Shi said.

He Zhao looked around and gave a thumbs up: "Awesome."

"Okay, okay, you guys go back to school." Lin Peiling's belly was already a little obvious, and it couldn't be covered by wearing loose clothes.

"No rush, there's still time." He Zhao took out a bottle of milk from the refrigerator, watched Zhang Jiangyang randomly hang things on Christmas, and drank slowly.

"Are you two getting along okay? Why did I hear Xiao Yang say that you guys had a fight?" Lin Peiling went to stand next to He Zhao.

She observed it all afternoon, but she didn't see any conflict between He Zhao and Yi Shi.Neither of them are impulsive and aggressive children, and she is not worried.

"There was no fight, so there was no fight. Zhang Jiangyang guessed randomly. I celebrated my Xiaoyi's birthday a few days ago. We love each other very much." He Zhao said.

Not knowing whether he heard "my Xiao Yi" or "love each other", Yi Shi paused silently.

"Birthday? When is Xiao Yi's birthday? Why didn't you tell me?" Lin Peiling was really excited now, her volume was raised a little, and she said angrily, "Hey, baby, why are you like this?"

"Yi Shi won't let me tell, I can only simply send him warmth and blessings on behalf of our family." He Zhao dumped the blame on Yi Shi without blinking his eyes.

"How important is birthday, how can it be simple? Xiao Yi's parents are not around, and we have such a fate with you and our family." Lin Peiling said, looking at Yi Shi, "Xiao Yi, let's have dinner tonight. Late dinner to celebrate? What would you like to eat?"

"He wants to drink crucian carp loofah soup." Without waiting for Yi Shi to refuse, He Zhao quickly replied, "He has never had crucian carp loofah soup since he grew up, it's so pitiful."

"Then crucian carp loofah soup, what else do you want to eat?" Lin Peiling asked.

"Just prepare a few dishes that don't look expensive, I'm afraid old lady Zhang will talk about it." He Zhao said.

"What old lady Zhang?" Lin Peiling smiled and pushed He Zhao's forehead, "It's not big or small, it's Grandma Zhang."

"You decide what?" Zhang Jiangyang hung a star on the top of the small Christmas tree, and complained without looking back, "Mom asked Brother Yi, why did you decide for others?"

"Because I know Brother Yi, I'm the roundworm in Brother Yi's stomach." He Zhao sucked on the milk and glanced at Yi Shi with a smile in his eyes.

According to his understanding of Lin Peiling, it was impossible to prepare a few dishes casually, and he would definitely make a fuss. He said this just to make Yi Shi unable to refuse.

In the evening, He Zhao took Yi Shi home for dinner. Lin Peiling, Zhang Peng, and Mrs. Zhang were still busy in the kitchen. There were three people crowded in the small kitchen.

Sweet Time hired an aunt to work part-time, and Zhang Peng came home on time for dinner every evening.Mrs. Zhang felt that the dessert shop was not big, and she was at home, so there was no need for such a thing. When He Zhao entered the door, she heard her talking about "doing business carefully and avoiding unnecessary expenses".Zhang Peng didn't respond. At this age, he values ​​his family the most. He believes that earning money is for the family. Since it is for the family, there is no need to focus on making money and neglect the family.

Zhang Jiangyang was peeling garlic with his head down, pretending that he couldn't hear him, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when he saw He Zhao coming in: "Aren't you too slow?"

"Old Zhou is dragging his feet." He Zhao sat down on the sofa and took out his cell phone.

Mrs. Zhang was dissatisfied when she saw that He Zhao was sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone as soon as she came back, "He Zhao, come and wash the vegetables."

"I won't." He Zhao replied simply, seeing that the kitchen couldn't accommodate another one of him.

He didn't want to be squeezed among them.

"Hey, I've finished washing, and I'm waiting for the pot. Why are you called Xiao Zhao?" Zhang Peng, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"What's wrong with me calling him? What kind of baby bump is he? You have to be served by a big guy?" Old lady Zhang had a loud voice and was very aggressive.

"mom!"

"grandmother!"

Zhang Peng and Zhang Jiangyang stopped her with one voice, and the old lady Zhang stopped talking, and only glared at He Zhao when the dish came out, and put the plate heavily on the table. The dish was full, and a shrimp fell out.

"Hey, why are you sticking around here? The shrimps are all falling out." Mrs. Zhang shouted to He Zhao, who was standing by to help Yi Shi serve the meal.

"It's all my fault?" He Zhao, who was a few meters away from the dining table, was incredulous.

"Otherwise, who is to blame?" Mrs. Zhang asked him confidently.

"Then blame me, as long as you are happy." He Zhao shook his head.

Whoever said that the elderly are children is simply too accurate, and they are still unreasonable children.

Zhang Jiangyang couldn't help laughing, and helped Mrs. Zhang to sit down, a little helpless: "Okay, I'll serve the food."

The bustling family atmosphere is like a warm sponge, where conflicts can be absorbed, and irreconcilable conflicts can also be resolved at certain moments.Maybe relatives don’t need to be too clear and serious about calculations. Each has its own limitations and it’s difficult to resonate. Maintaining the stability and harmony of the main theme can light up a light. It doesn’t need to be special. It’s just one of thousands of lights, but it’s enough to resist the cold winter outside the window. .

All the dishes were served on a big table, and under the illumination of the overhead light above the table, layers of heat could be clearly seen rising upwards. He Zhao took a large bottle of Coke and poured everyone a glass.

"Happy birthday!" He Zhao was the first to raise his glass.

"Happy birthday!" Lin Peiling also raised her glass with a smile.

Zhang Peng, Zhang Jiangyang and Yi Shi all raised their glasses, and Mrs. Zhang also raised their glasses.

After dinner, He Zhao changed his shoes and was about to go out when he heard Zhang Peng admonishing Mrs. Zhang in the kitchen: "Mom, look at how nice this is. We are all one family, so we should live in harmony..."

Mrs. Zhang was washing the dishes, so she remained silent for a rare time.

The nights at the end of December were dark early and cold.

He Zhao put his hand into Yi Shi's coat. Yi Shi's hands were bigger than his but not generous. He squeezed his fingers into Yi Shi's fingers, interlocked with his fingers, and Yi Shihui held his hand.

"Is crucian carp loofah soup good?" He Zhao asked.

"Well, thank you." Yi Shi said.

If Yi Shi hadn't been for He Zhao, he might never have had such a chance to blend into the excitement in his whole life.

"You're welcome, mine is yours." He Zhao smiled at him.

He Zhao's smile has always been pretty, but because of this smile, Yi Shi still gave off a little fluffy warmth.

"What's mine is also yours." Yi Shi whispered.

"No, I'm not making a deal," He Zhao said.

Yi Shi pursed his lips, looked at He Zhao, and He Zhao also looked at him, without blinking his eyes, and taught others with a serious face: "I heard you say this and you feel the same now, so, I can't say this sentence again in the future, you know? Whoever wants to make a deal with you, I just want you to..."

Although there were not many passers-by on the dark road, after all, it was in public, and He Zhao's sudden shame made him unable to say the words "be comfortable".

It's only past 18 o'clock now, so we can't start the topic of the night show so early.

After a moment of silence, Yi Shi squeezed his hand and said in a low voice, "Got it."

In the middle of the evening self-study, He Zhao's phone vibrated lightly several times in the drawer.

These days, He Zhao seldom plays with his mobile phone in the classroom, and basically concentrates on his homework in the evening self-study. He writes everything he knows, and saves the ones he doesn’t know until the last evening self-study for Yi Shi to teach him.

He turned the pen, thinking about the big chemistry problem, and took out the phone from the drawer.

It was a girl named Yang Junru in the class who sent him several messages in succession.

Yang Junru: He Zhao, I'm really sorry, if it's not impossible, I wouldn't bother you.

Yang Junru: My grandfather had a heart problem. He was getting old. Several doctors said it was very troublesome.

Yang Junru: I heard that your father is Dr. He Wenyan from the First Hospital. He is very, very good, but we have been unable to make an appointment.

Yang Junru: Can you ask your father for help?

Yang Junru: It doesn’t matter if there is no way, I just don’t want to let go of a chance

Yang Junru is very introverted, rarely speaks in class, and she doesn't know He Zhao very well, but He Zhao can feel from the text that she is eager to grab something, so he can't refuse.

He Zhao: I'll call my dad later

Yang Junru: Thank you! !thank you so much! ! !

Then he sent several thank you expressions.

He Zhao returned his expression.

Yi Shi turned over the test paper, looked down from the end of his eyes, and caught a glimpse of He Zhao and others exchanging emojis of the entire chat interface.

As soon as the break came, He Zhao immediately got up and went to the corridor outside the classroom to call He Wenyan.

To be honest, he was a little nervous.

It took He Wenyan a while to answer the phone: "Xiao Zhao?"

He should have just finished the operation, and there was indescribable fatigue in his voice.

"Dad, just finished the operation?" He Zhao consciously softened his tone when he asked for help.

"Yes, what's the matter?" He Wenyan was straightforward.

"I have a classmate. Her grandpa has a heart problem. She seems to be in trouble. I want to see you, but I can't make an appointment." He Zhao spoke cautiously, his heart was beating, and he didn't expect it. What would He Wenyan's reaction be?

He Wenyan is a business-like and extremely rigorous person.

He Wenyan didn't make a sound, but He Zhao heard the sound of flipping through the paper, as if he was looking at the schedule. Sure enough, he said, "I'm in the outpatient clinic the day after tomorrow, and you ask him to come over at 12:[-] on lunch break. Send me your name and phone number, and I will Tell Nurse Liu, and report your name directly when the time comes."

He Wenyan is often busier when he is out of the clinic than in the inpatient department, and the schedule is very tight. He is compressing his own limited rest time.

He Zhao suddenly felt an indescribable feeling, nodded: "Okay."

He wanted to say "thank you", but the word was too unfamiliar to their father and son, so he restrained himself from saying it.

"At this point, you should study by yourself last night. If you don't learn art, don't learn it. Study hard and don't always be lazy." He Wenyan got up, took a thermos cup to pick up water from the water dispenser, and the water dispenser made a gurgling sound.

He Zhao pinched his phone, it turned out that He Wenyan knew about it.That's right, He Wenyan contacted that studio for him, and he quit, how could He Wenyan not know?

It's just that He Wenyan didn't look for him because of this matter.

"Understood." He Zhao said.

"How is your mother? Let her remember to come to the hospital for check-ups often." He Wenyan's tone was flat, as emotionless as before, "If you lack money or have other problems, you can tell me to your grandparents. This is the elder. Responsibility is not something you should consider."

"Then what should I consider?" He Zhao asked.

There was no confrontation, no dissatisfaction, only doubts. For the first time, he wanted to know He Wenyan's thoughts.

"Raising, protecting, and teaching children is the duty and responsibility of parents, and your responsibility and duty is to study hard and be an independent person who can contribute to society and be valuable." He Wenyan said in a straight tone, word by word .

He Wenyan said similar words many times since he was a child, but He Zhao felt as if he had heard this theory for the first time, and felt a sudden realization.

Everyone and even every identity has their own responsibilities and obligations. Everyone must grow up independently and assume their own responsibilities and obligations. This is He Wenyan's thinking and logic.

"It's nothing else, you should study by yourself at night." After He Wenyan finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

This is the normal state of their father and son, not close but very direct.

He Zhao returned to his seat and sat down, still thinking about what He Wenyan said.

Lin Peiling hoped that he would grow up happily and healthily, and that it would be good to live a simple and beautiful life.And He Wenyan believes that he has to shoulder the responsibility and become an independent person who contributes to society and has value.There are many kinds of concepts and ideas in the world. Everyone values ​​different things and sees them from different perspectives.There are different loves, different concepts, and there is no distinction between right and wrong.

For better or for worse, parents are the adults with whom children have the most exposure and experience as they grow up.

Everyone is complicated, and so are parents. They are not perfect, have their own limitations, and have their own good sides.Children who grow up will go through the process of looking up at their parents, examining their parents, and then looking up to understand them. Perhaps this is one of the meanings of the existence of parents.