[Bottle Evil] Sleepless

No one came.After making a phone call, I found out that this person had rushed to the supermarket, and he could still hear the music in the venue over there.After listening to his answer, Wu Xie rubbed his eyes and went back to the bedroom, saying: "My mother always makes rice dumplings by herself, and occasionally eats quick-frozen ones."

There seemed to be a bit of a dilemma, and then said: "Then quick-frozen buns, steamed buns?"

Wu Xie got back into the bed again, her voice was still sleepy: "My mother does it herself."

Zhang Qiling said: "Buy some wine."

Wu Xie said: "My father has been in poor health for the past two years, and my mother won't let me drink it."

Zhang Qiling stopped talking and didn't hang up.The background is a bit noisy, the voices of men and women overlap, and occasionally a few words can be heard clearly, talking about what tastes good, how many catties to buy-the supermarket is definitely crowded at this time.

Wu Xie had no choice but to compromise and said: "Then you buy two bottles, the old itch is still there, let's drink."

The other party hesitated for a while before hanging up reluctantly.

Wu Xie couldn't sleep anymore.Light rain began to fall outside the window, which also cast a layer of mist on people's mood. After a little longer, half of the heart was soaked in the water and became swollen.He lifted the quilt, found the remote control on the bedside table, turned off the air conditioner, was too lazy to put on his clothes, sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, his hair curled up here and there, stared at the air conditioner indicator light for a while, and the palm of his hand I wiped it on my face, took the phone and looked through the phone book, found the old itchy, and dialed.

Changed to a new color ringtone, "How can you let me be sad".He didn't answer the call twice, Huang Pinguan's voice rang in Wu Xie's ears--the third time he finally answered.

"Hello?" In a daze, probably just woke up.

Wu Xie said: "I'll give you a minute, wake up first and then listen to me."

Lao Tiao was quiet for a few seconds: "Old...Old Wu?" After a while, there were a few slight rubbing sounds from the phone, probably sitting up, "Wake up, tell me."

"Just tonight, I want you to help me hold on, I..."

Zhang Qiling and Zhang Qiling made a random lunch at home, packed it up in a hurry, wrote a manuscript and spent the whole afternoon surfing the Internet, and went to Wu Xie's parents near six o'clock.Fortunately, Wu Sansheng's business was as busy as ever, and he didn't pay much attention to the Dragon Boat Festival, Wenjin didn't come, and Wu Erbai was far away in Changsha.

Wu Yiqiong and his wife lived in an old community. Wu Xie hadn't changed it since he moved in when he was in junior high school. From the outside, it was a cement color with dark patches and light patches. The anti-theft cage was also rusted, which lowered the impression of the house for a while.The floor was higher than that of Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling, and the two of them entered the elevator without speaking, as if they were back in the past few months, when they met in the company at night - staring at the red number in a daze until a "ding" sounded, The number was set at 20, and the elevator door opened before going out.Wu Xie went ahead and rang the doorbell, and Zhang Qiling followed behind with wine and some supplements.

Old Itching opened the door, and his eyes stabbed at Wu Xie like an awl. As expected, Wu Xie naturally looked away and walked in. Old Itchy's eyes moved to Zhang Qiling again, and his face melted. With a smile, he turned sideways to make way for him.Zhang Qiling nodded and greeted him, followed him into the door, and put on the slippers Wu Xie had found for him at the entrance.Hearing the sound of the door opening, Wu Yiqiong stood up from the sofa, and Wu Xie's mother also ran out of the kitchen. Wu Xie was afraid that Zhang Qiling would still have the same temper as before, and was about to tuck the corner of his clothes from behind when he saw this man He had already stepped forward a few steps and said, "Uncle, auntie, I am Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie's colleague." After speaking, the bag had already been passed to Wu Yiqiong who was closer to him.

Wu Yiqiong smiled and said, "Director Zhang? It's the same as what Xiao Xie said, a good-looking talent. But you can't ask for things, let's have a festival together."

Wu Xie stepped forward and took the things over, put them on the tea table, and said, "Tell him no need, but I bought it back, and it's a waste to leave it alone."

Mama Wu immediately reprimanded Wu Xie and asked Zhang Qiling to sit down. The water in the water dispenser had been boiled ahead of time, and the empty tea cups and tea leaves were also put away. The hot water rushed into the cup, and the tea leaves in the cup jumped up and down like they were frightened. Into Wu Xie's heart.Mama Wu put the tea on the coffee table and told Zhang Qiling not to restrain himself.He thanked him, and when he saw that Mama Wu was going back to the kitchen, he stood up from the sofa again and said, "I'll help you."

Mama Wu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "What's the matter, you're a guest. Just watch TV here and chat. Do you know me too?" It seems that Wu Xie's phone call in the morning was not in vain.

Zhang Qiling said with a smile: "Yes, Wu Xie and the three of us will have a few drinks at the dinner table later. I also made rice dumplings. I'm sure it's not as good as yours, but it's passable."

After a few more polite words, Madam Wu is a mortal after all, and she told him elatedly after a while, and took him in.

The TV was broadcasting regional news broadcasts, and Wu Yiqiong was holding tea in his hand, not talking much, and watching too intently.Wu Xie and Lao Tiao only felt the rumble in their ears, and the world in their eyes was turned upside down - they were all stunned.After about 10 minutes passed, the regional news broadcast ended, and an advertisement entered, Wu Xie took out his mobile phone when he saw the old itch.After a while, his phone vibrated.

[Wu Xie, I saw the ultimate]

Wu Xie couldn't help laughing.

[Don't read that book, author Empress Dowager]

Wu Xie was confused, he didn't know what was broadcast on the news, he couldn't remember what the old itchy and Wu Yiqiong talked about, he kept playing with his mobile phone in a daze, and couldn't find your sister's simplest map, and vaguely heard the kitchen The conversations in the company—the situation of the company, the departments of the two of them, Wen Jin, the girl in the company, and the friends the two of them have been in contact with frequently, all mentioned—for at least three days, Zhang Qiling has never said anything to him. Mom talks a lot.

He didn't know if his choice was right.

Even Zhang Qiling didn't say anything about the next plan.

Zhang Qiling cooperated much more than expected, of course the old itch would not be restrained, and he was very happy after a meal.Wu Yiqiong didn't talk much, and asked about some work matters. When he heard that he was going to write a manuscript for publication, he lamented that he was asked to dance earlier, and the salary of the web editor was poor.Not to mention Zhang Qiling, Old Itching is much more respectable than him.Wu Xie didn't dare to talk poorly, knowing that he was just talking about it. In fact, his parents have always respected his wishes.Take the blind date as an example. Although his mother is anxious, if she says she doesn't like it after meeting, she won't force it.

Later, Wu Yiqiong didn't say anything, and the topic was naturally brought up by Wu's mother to get married. After hearing that Zhang Qiling didn't talk about it, she said that she would help Wu Xie look for it when she showed it to Wu Xie in the future. Only candied dates, no comment.Wu Xie followed his hand with his eyes. He seemed to be an experienced rice dumpling eater. He was very familiar with peeling the rice dumpling leaves and moved quickly. The rice dumpling leaves were not torn, and the glutinous rice inside was in good shape. He liked to peel them and put them in a bowl. Eat with chopsticks.In comparison, Wu Xie was much more reckless, and the habit he had developed since he was a child has not changed. He tore the leaves of the zongzi randomly and devoured them before they were fully peeled. Water and sugar were sticky around his mouth and on his hands. Grain of glutinous rice, and then lick off the remaining glutinous rice on the leaves, his mother kept saying that he was like a puppy.

The topic at the dinner table still revolved around marriage, Wu's mother went straight to the point, Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling changed their ways to fight guerrilla warfare.The old itching was even worse, repeatedly emphasizing that he already had a goal in Hangzhou, Wu Xie suddenly remembered the color ring he had changed - it seemed hopeless.

Most of the dumplings made by Wu's mother are salty rice dumplings. Considering the old itchy taste, she made a lot of candied dates.He also had a lot of fun, asking the other three to guess whether the rice dumplings in their bowls were made by Zhang Qiling or by her.Of course it's not difficult, Zhang Qiling probably hasn't made zongzi much before, and now he's used to buying quick-frozen dumplings, so it's hard for him to make them - so the difference in appearance from Wu's mother is quite obvious.Wu Xie deliberately guessed twice, and picked and ate the difference.

Anyway, after the meal, Zhang Qiling was finally sent to the living room to watch TV, but Old Tickle's request for help was rejected.Wu Xie and his mother cleaned up the dishes, and it started to rain outside again, but it was still not heavy, as if God was finally sweating, and the raindrops flew obliquely on the window, crashing into a spray, and were quickly sucked dry by the heat.Wu Xie put the last batch of bowls and chopsticks in the sink, turned to close the window, and closed the glass door connecting the restaurant by the way.The small space of less than ten square meters was closed, and the heat became more manic, scrambling to drill into every pore of the person, and sweat was squeezed out after a while.

Mother Wu put a bowl full of foam into Wu Xie's clear water basin, and said, "Want to smother your old lady to death?"

Wu Xie smiled awkwardly and said, "It's raining."

Mother Wu said: "It's not hot when it rains? Can this little rain freeze you? Open it."

Wu Xie rubbed his nose, and honestly went to open the door - only half opened.But the air was finally able to circulate, and Mama Wu didn't say anything more.Instead, he lowered his voice a bit: "How about that girl from Hangzhou that Xiao Yang likes? What does she do?"

After washing a bowl and putting it on the sink, Wu Xie raised his eyebrows and said, "I probably didn't catch it, and he didn't mention it to me."

Mother Wu said: "Xiao Yang's condition is quite good, you just like to criticize others."

Wu Xie frowned, then laughed again: "You're running on me. I'm telling the truth, I don't know him yet? I've been single for so long, and if he gets one, sleepwalking will send me pictures. "

Mama Wu pursed her lips, buried her head in washing the dishes, and said after a while, "That director Zhang, there are many girls chasing him, right?"

"Should be..." Wu Xie shrugged, "A lot." Without giving her another chance to answer, Wu Xie wiped the foam floating on the side of the basin, and said, "Don't ask me anymore?"

Mother Wu turned her head to look at him for a while, and smiled: "What can I ask, are you still the same?"

Wu Xie smiled: "Can you have some confidence in me?"

Mother Wu smiled and said: "If you ask too much, you will be annoying - if you don't ask, you will be fine."