chilling

On the morning of the first day of the new year, it is customary to visit relatives and friends, but Yu Qiuliang didn't want to visit relatives, and he had no friends to visit, so he could only lie at home, eyeing the ceiling and flirting with the ceiling lamp.He slept very late yesterday and didn't go to sleep until two or three o'clock in the morning, so the alarm clock rang countless times this morning, but it failed to wake him up.Yu Xiasheng was not at home, so he didn't know where he had gone, but Yu Qiuliang thought that Yu Xiasheng should not be so miserable that he had to go to work after the Chinese New Year.

Yu Qiuliang's family doesn't have many relatives, and his parents may have gone to visit relatives before dawn, and at eleven or twelve o'clock, they should go home no matter what.Thinking of the jellybeans her mother would put in the melon and fruit basket every year and holidays, Yu Qiuliang suddenly got hungry, turned over and got out of bed, found a long coat and put it on, and left the house with slippers on.Before he left, he glanced at the cat's nest on the balcony, and was surprised to find that the little black cat was not staying in the cat's nest, probably because Yu Xiasheng saw that the weather was fine today, so he took the kitten outside for a walk.

Although there is such a possibility, if you should lock the door, you still have to lock the door.Yu Qiuliang doesn't have much property, but he is also afraid of thieves and robbers breaking into the empty house.He pulled the doorknob and turned it up, and there was a clear click from the door lock.

The lights in the corridor sometimes went up and down. In the past two days, it was repaired again after the old was over and the new was ushered in. As soon as Yu Qiuliang's house door lock called, the lights couldn't wait to turn on, rushing to illuminate the passers-by.Yu Qiuliang raised his head, squinted at the lamp on the top, and suddenly felt that the light was too dazzling, and he had to change the white light bulb to an orange one later.

He is not short, but every time he moved the bench to change the light bulb, he was always short of the last piece to reach the ceiling.God knows what the architects who designed this residential building had in mind.Yu Qiuliang felt that the architect designed it on purpose, and he believed that the architect, whom he had never met, discriminated against people who were less than 1.8 meters tall.

It's okay to say that the architect built the corridor too high and his head was flooded; it doesn't seem to be okay to speculate maliciously.Yu Qiuliang was thinking wildly when the elevator arrived suddenly. He took a big step forward and stepped into the whizzing elevator.

It is true that the elevator is indoors, but as it climbs up and down, there is a gap in the elevator door. It is absolutely impossible to have no wind in the elevator.Yu Qiuliang learned to use his sleeves for warmth without a teacher. He stuffed his left hand into his right cuff and his right hand into his left cuff, and sighed with emotion like a real old man.His sigh is full of vicissitudes, but no one knows where he got so many vicissitudes.

It has been many years since I moved here, not only Yu Qiuliang is getting older, but also his relatives are the same as him.Even this residential building is no longer as fresh as it used to be, it is already an old house.Yu Qiuliang's hands were protected, but his heel, which lost the protection of cotton socks, suffered a lot. It was so painful from the air-conditioning, as if someone had taken a boning knife to gouged out the flesh on his heel and scraped off the flesh. The membrane on the bone finally pierced fiercely into the middle of the bone.He kept stomping in the elevator, trying to make himself warmer, but the elevator was getting older and he was not very good. He stomped not hard, but the elevator suddenly shook, as if it was about to fall from more than ten floors to the second basement like.Yu Qiuliang was frightened into a cold sweat, and quickly stood still without moving. If he fell from here, there would be no good fruit to eat. He also wanted to ensure that he could run and jump, at least his legs would not be broken.

The place where Yu Qiuliang's family lived was still deserted, and no one came.It's no wonder that there are few high-level people and the neighbors are unfamiliar, so there is little communication, not to mention that today is the first day of the first lunar month, and each household has its own arrangements. People who are not relatives will definitely not go to visit.Yu Qiuliang sniffed, stood at the door and poked his head inside.His parents didn't close the door. Presumably there are still a few relatives coming to visit today. Since there are people coming, there is no need to close the door tightly.

Today's children, the way of entertainment is much more monotonous than the children of the past, and at the same time, there are fewer things that can bring them happiness.Yu Qiuliang saw his younger brother lying on the sofa in the living room playing with his mobile phone, and couldn't help but think of the first day of the first lunar month when he was a child.

How did they spend the first day of the first lunar month in the past?

Hang lanterns and set off fireworks on New Year’s Eve, wear new clothes on the first day of the first lunar month, and get lucky money for New Year’s greetings, and grab a lot of red envelopes.When Yu Qiuliang was six or seven years old, smartphones were not popular yet, so it was impossible for him to lie on the sofa and play mobile games on the first day of the new year, and it was even more impossible for his parents' generation.

"Have you finished your homework? Just play around and play with your phone all day long." Yu Qiuliang whistled to his younger brother. The little boy shook his head, pushed his hands, and pushed the phone under the pillow. He climbed off the sofa and smiled at his brother, as if Very unreasonable.No matter how much he has been in contact with artificial intelligence, Yu Qiuliang's younger brother is also a child who doesn't understand anything. The good family conditions have enabled him to experience the sufferings of the world, and his simple experience has made him lively and innocent. Yu Qiuliang's tone is a little heavier, If he lied to him, he would immediately admit his mistake obediently, without even thinking about whether his brother knew he had made a mistake.

If he had been a little more stubborn, would have pretended a little, and insisted that he had done his homework without doing the homework, Yu Qiuliang might still be bluffed by him, but he didn't do that.

There is no chance to do it again in life, and no one will ever enjoy such privileges.When a decision is made, its corresponding result will inevitably appear. After the result is produced, the crisis can be avoided, but what has happened cannot be changed, and the storm that has occurred is inevitable.People are responsible for their own actions, responsible for their own actions, to put it simply, they are responsible for themselves.Yu Qiuliang patted his younger brother's head "lovingly", with a smile on his face, but he said in his mouth: "Go, go do your homework, and if you play with your phone again, I will charge you."

The little boy opened his round eyes wide and looked up at Yu Qiuliang. He looked quite dissatisfied, but it was useless to be dissatisfied.Regardless of his younger brother's objection, Yu Qiuliang picked him up and escorted him back to the small bedroom to do his homework. Only then did he notice that his parents were not at home.

"Where's Dad?" Yu Qiuliang stared at his younger brother doing the arithmetic problem, and stretched out his hand to give him pointers while asking, "This problem is wrong, please do the math again."

The little brother pouted, picked up the eraser angrily, and wiped the homework vigorously.After wiping, he slapped away the rubber crumbs, and then he replied sullenly: "Dad went out to buy cigarettes."

During Chinese New Year, how many tobacco shops are open?Yu Qiuliang thought about the desolate scene at the gate of the community yesterday afternoon, and felt that his father's words might be just random nonsense, and they were used to coax the children to play.Only immature elementary school students will be deceived. Children who are too young generally don't like to use their brains to think. What the adults say, the facts are what they are.

It's not going out to buy cigarettes, it may be drinking with friends.Yu Qiuliang sighed again, he probably had to leave early today.

He really didn't want to deal with his father who had been drinking. Even if his father drank very little or even wasn't drunk, he didn't want to smell alcohol on his body.The same smell may have different effects on different people. Yu Qiuliang thought of the faint smell of alcohol on Yu Xiasheng's body, but thought it was a bit fragrant.

"What about mother?" Yu Qiuliang asked again, and at the same time reached out to point out the second mistake to his younger brother, "Be careful with your calculations, and forget things."

"Mom is washing her hair." Angrily erasing the wrong question, the little brother pouted even higher.Yu Qiuliang reached out and licked his lips, laughing loudly: "Pig's mouth!"

"You're a pig!" The younger brother countered viciously, but he didn't know that his behavior was more ridiculous than that "pig's mouth" in the eyes of his elder brother.Yu Qiuliang wanted to laugh very much, but was too embarrassed to laugh, so he could only hold back his internal injuries from laughing.

The younger brother didn't notice his abnormality. The little guy was immersed in his homework, trying to finish it as soon as possible, so he hurried to play.Yu Qiuliang rubbed his stomach, leaned over to take a closer look, and found no mistakes in any of the questions, so he slapped him twice on the head and asked, "Where's the Chinese homework? Have you written it?"

His greatest joy in life is to supervise his younger brother's homework, because he likes to bully his younger brother in the name of teaching homework.The younger brother was born to let the elder brother play for fun, and if he doesn't play, he will lose money.

Hearing him ask about Chinese homework, the little brother's face suddenly collapsed into a Shar Pei dog.Yu Qiuliang grabbed his cheek and gently pulled it down, and a sad little sharpie appeared.Yu Qiuliang couldn't hide it anymore, and laughed out loud on the spot.

"What's the matter? Brother is here?" The bathroom door opened, and the woman's voice came out from inside, as if covered in a layer of mist, soft and misty.After teasing his younger brother, Yu Qiuliang felt relaxed, and when he heard his mother speak, he raised his voice to respond: "Here we come, come and watch him do his homework."

He answered too directly, the little brother quit, put the pen on the table, and refused to write.He didn't write, and Yu Qiuliang didn't force him. After all, everyone came from the age when they were forced to do homework, and they all went through this period.How uncomfortable it is to be forced to do things that you don't want to do, Yu Qiuliang knows in his heart, don't do to others what you don't want to do to yourself, and he doesn't want to be forced to do homework, so he will never force his brother.

Besides, apart from supervising his younger brother's homework, Yu Qiuliang has other things to do.He grabbed his younger brother's face, and pulled it down once in a while, and once in a while, a good little boy turned into a sandy skin countless times in his hands.Perhaps because he realized that his face was too similar to a Shar Pei, the younger brother stared at the full-length mirror in the corner for a while, and even smiled.

"Fuck your brother again." The mother poked her head out of the bathroom while blowing her hair. Her hair grew longer. It seems that there is a characteristic in their family: hair grows quickly.Yu Qiuliang's hair is considered to be long among boys, and he pretended not to hear how many times the head teacher asked him to cut it.There are still a few months left to graduate, teachers and students are busy, the head teacher has no time to talk about him, and he has no time to cut.Seeing her mother's hair, Yu Qiuliang scratched her head subconsciously. I hope this time it won't be like in the third year of junior high school. A few months before the exam, I will suddenly have someone tidy up my appearance and cut off all the hair that I kept for a long time. Lose.

The sound of the hair dryer didn't stop until about ten minutes later, and the long hair took a long time to dry. Yu Qiuliang guessed that her mother's hair was not completely dried, and she never liked to completely dry her hair.

"Mom—" Yu Qiuliang lay on the bed with his younger brother in his arms, calling his mother at the top of his voice.He clamped his younger brother's legs between his legs, and scratched his younger brother's belly with both hands. It was like this, and he still didn't want to be idle, so he had to talk to his mother.Yu's mother was still in the bathroom wiping her hair and applying a facial mask, taking care of herself delicately. She had no idea what the elder son had done to the younger son.

Hearing his mother's answer, Yu Qiuliang was about to speak, but suddenly forgot what he wanted to ask.It is not good to stay up late all the time. Not only will your hair fall out badly, but your memory will also be weakened.Yu Qiuliang stopped his movements and patted his younger brother's belly, and now he treated his younger brother's belly like a drum and beat it as much as he wanted.The little brother gave up struggling, lay flat on his elder brother's stomach, and let his elder brother rule the world.No matter what he is tossing about, since he rarely appears, let him toss to his heart's content.

"Oh yes. Mom—" Yu Qiuliang's mind flashed, and he suddenly remembered the question he wanted to ask, "Where's my dad?"

"Your father went to buy incense... hey, isn't he coming back now?" The woman was interrupted by the sound of footsteps in the middle of her words.Yu Qiuliang turned his head and saw his father appearing at the door of the bedroom, holding a big bag with incense paper money in his hand.

"Go burn paper for your uncle tomorrow." Father Yu raised the bag in his hand and asked, "Are you still coming this year?"

"Hmm..." Yu Qiuliang turned his head back and let out a sigh, "I'll definitely come."