Qinghong

Ning Hong found a hotel close to my home, I took him downstairs to the hotel, and Ning Hong stood at the front desk to check in.I sat on the high stool beside him and waited for him to finish. He picked up the room card and winked at me: "Teacher Zou, go up and have a look?"

"What's so interesting about the hotel." I said, "Go up by yourself, I'm leaving."

"Then I'll visit your house." Ning Hong put the room card in his pocket, "I'll go with you."

"...Did I agree?" I really admired his straight-forward look, "No."

"Hey, I came all the way by plane, and you didn't even let me in." Ning Hong pretended to wipe his tears, "My infatuation finally paid for it by mistake."

I watched his performance speechlessly, until the passing tenants looked at us curiously, and I sighed: "Let's go, let's go."

Ning Hong probably went to the Civil Aviation University, but the Academy of Drama and Drama. Seeing that he acted so realistically, the next step would be to roll and cry.

Walking out of the hotel, the sun was slanting towards the west, and the morning glow was all over the sky. I squinted my eyes and headed west, walked through two intersections, and arrived at Zijin Sunshine Community.Ning Hong trotted to keep up with me: "Teacher Zou, walk slowly." He held a fluffy foxtail, "Look, isn't it cute?"

I glanced at him with disgust: "How old are you?"

"Abaa abaa," he said, "I'm eight years old."

"..." I silently moved away from him.

He was amused by his own dementia performance, and threw away the bristlegrass: "Why are you standing so far away?"

"I'm afraid that the police will think I'm abducting mentally handicapped children." I said.

He said, "Let me be normal, don't run away."

I saw him give birth safely, and the two walked into the corridor side by side, and took the elevator to my door.I took out the key to open the door, the range hood in the kitchen was rumbling, and my dad's voice came: "Is Lan Sheng?"

"Well." I said.

My dad walked out of the kitchen wearing an apron, saw Ning Hong, and asked, "This is?"

"Friend." I said, "He's here on business in Xi'an, so he can visit me by the way."

"Sit down quickly." My dad asked enthusiastically, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"I'm not too hungry, thank you uncle." Ning Hong put on his slippers, walked into the living room and sat on the sofa, "No trouble."

"The soup I made, I'll serve you a bowl later." My dad said.

"His surname is Ning, Ning Hong." I said, "Pilot."

"Wow, promising." My dad sighed, "Let's have a good chat when I cook." He hurried back to the kitchen, crackling and cooking.

I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV with the remote control: "You insist on coming here, what's there to see?"

With sharp eyes, he saw a row of photos on the TV cabinet and asked, "Do you have a younger brother?"

"Well, I went to the south to go to college." I said.

"Not as good-looking as you." Ning Hong said, reaching out to pick up the photo and looking at it carefully.

I said, "My younger brother was only hugged in my arms at that time, and his five sense organs have not yet opened. How do you know that I am prettier than him?"

"Normally the second child is not as good-looking as the first one." Ning Hong said, "My brother and I are twins, we are different."

I gradually got used to Ning Hong's weird theories and ignored him.

The sound of cooking in the kitchen became quieter, and my dad shouted at the top of his voice, "Lan Sheng, serve the meal."

"Here we come." I stood up and walked into the kitchen, took two bowls of rice and put them on the dining table, Ning Hong was extremely discerning, and came out with a plate of fish behind me.

"Don't be too busy, we'll take care of it." My dad said.

"Uncle, don't be polite to me. When we were in Tianjin, Lan Sheng cooked and I washed the dishes. We cooperated very well." Ning Hong said.

I glared at him, and he just had a meal at my house, as if he came to my house every day to grab a meal.

"Yo, Lan Sheng cooks by himself?" My dad said curiously, "I treat him as a takeaway."

"No, his cooking is delicious." Ning Hong picked up a spoon and sat next to me. He scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it into his mouth, "Well, it's delicious. Uncle taught Lan Sheng to cook? The taste is similar. "

"I didn't teach it much, Lan Sheng is smart, you can read it once." My dad said.

"That's right, Professor of Mathematics, it's strange if you're not smart." Ning Hong boasted.

Listening to my dad talk about my past is a very embarrassing thing. I wanted to interrupt the conversation between the two of you several times, but Ning Hong's chatting skills were too high, and my dad was so confused. non-stop.

When the rice bowl was bottomed out, Ning Hong stood up: "Uncle, you rest, I will wash the dishes."

"That's where to go." My dad said.

"It's okay, I often help Lansheng wash the dishes, and he praised me for my quick work." Ning Hong said, "I'll clean the stove by the way, and you will be satisfied."

My dad gave me a stare, which made me puzzled. My dad said, "Lan Sheng, help Xiao Ning wash the dishes together."

"Oh good." I picked up the bowl and went into the kitchen. Ning Hong stood by the sink and said, "Put it there."

I really don't like washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen. I closed the kitchen door with one hand and watched Ning Hong busy.

"Your dad is quite interesting." Ning Hong said, "I didn't expect you to be invincible all over the school in junior high school."

"Who doesn't have a little youth and madness," I said, "Didn't you get into fights when you were a kid?"

"Beat, my brother beats me harder." Ning Hong said while cleaning the stove, "Usually my brother beats people, and I pretend to be a good baby. Anyway, we look alike, and they can't tell who is who. "

"You guys are fouling." I said with a smile, "Shadow Cloning Technique."

"But you, when you were young, the school bully grew up to be the school bully, and even fouled." Ning Hong said, "Have you ever attended a class reunion? If your classmates know that you have become a mathematics professor, all of them will not be surprised."

"Never been to a class reunion," I said, "I don't think it's interesting."

After chatting for a while, I watched him clean the pots and bowls, and watched him pick up the rag to wipe the tiled wall behind the stove, and hurriedly said: "Enough is enough, you are not an hourly worker here, take the rag lay down."

"Isn't this to give you a good impression." He put down the rag, scanned the clean kitchen with satisfaction, and nodded, "Okay, let's go."

Leaving the kitchen, my dad was sitting on the sofa holding an old photo album, and I turned sideways to block Ning Hong's view of the living room: "Go downstairs for a stroll if you're full?"

Ning Hong didn't pay attention, and almost bumped into my arms. He opened his eyes wide in surprise, as if he was puzzled by my proactive performance: "Huh?"

"It's too much trouble for Xiao Ning. He came to the house to eat and help wash the dishes." My dad said, "Are you busy soon?"

"I have something to do." I said, afraid that my dad would show Ning Hong my old photos, "Let's go downstairs to the park for a walk."

"It's all right, I'll chat with my uncle." Ning Hong reacted, raised his voice and said loudly, he trotted around me and ran into the living room to sit next to my dad, "What is this?"

"Lansheng's junior high school and high school photos." My dad said, "The older the child, the less he likes to take pictures. He only saved a photo album when he was almost thirty."

I don't like others wantonly talking about my past, but that's my dad, and I can't get angry directly, so I can only sit on the sidelines holding my breath and listening to the two chattering back and forth.Fortunately, Ning Hong knew how to measure, and listened to the general idea without asking too much detail. After listening to it for a while, my anger was half gone, and I squinted my eyes and leaned against the back of the sofa to feel sleepy.

I haven't been home for two or three years, and I seldom call my parents on weekdays. My younger brother takes care of me during the holidays. For my family and relatives, I really didn't act properly.I have such a personality. Once I have a grudge, I don’t cover it up. To put it bluntly, I still have a student mentality. I know the ways of the world in my heart but I don’t want to obey them.

Thinking about it in my mind, the sofa cushion on the right hand sank, and Ning Hong's voice came: "Lan Sheng."

"Huh?" I opened my eyes, "Are you done talking?"

"It's getting late, Xiao Ning said he doesn't live far away, you can see him off." My dad said.

"Okay." I stood up, went to the entrance to change my shoes, and took the elevator downstairs.

Walking side by side on the road, I asked: "I have talked so much with my dad, can you express your thoughts?"

"Why didn't I meet you sooner?" Ning Hong said, "Your dad said that when you were in high school, a girl handed you a love letter, and you actually wrote a functional formula for him. What happened afterwards? Did the girl reply?"

"No, she said she didn't understand it when she graduated." I touched the tip of my nose, "If she solves the functional formula, she will know what I mean."

"What is it?" Ning Hong asked.

"x equals 414." I said, "try it."

Ning Hong gave a thumbs up: "Okay, amazing, Teacher Zou is worthy of you."

"So-so." I said modestly.

"What time is your flight tomorrow?" Ning Hong asked.

"Two o'clock in the afternoon, Air China." I said.

"Okay." Ning Hong said.

We stood at the door of the hotel, Ning Hong waved his hands: "I'm going up, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." I said.

At 04:30 pm on the last day of the May Day holiday, Ning Hong and I landed at Tianjin Binhai International Airport.

We walked towards the exit, and there were countless people who greeted Ning Hong along the way, including the captain who was dragging the suitcase, the flight attendants with sweet smiles, and the ground staff and air traffic controller who passed by during their shifts.

"Why don't you go to work on Friday?" I asked.

"Originally there was a shift schedule, but I worked overtime before and took a day off." Ning Hong said.

"Where do you live? Staff quarters?" I asked.

"I rented the house myself." Ning Hong said, "I live in Hedong."

Stepping into the subway car, I asked, "Which station are you getting off at?"

"Go to your place." Ning Hong said, "I want to see Ivan."

Line [-] transferred to Line [-] to Jinmen University Station. The subway came to a rumbling stop. Ning Hong and I stepped out of the subway station and saw a pink ice cream truck in the distance.The busy little boy inside looked quite familiar. I moved forward a few steps, and the boy stuck out the car window with a cone and handed it to the customer. When he turned his head and saw me, he waved excitedly: "Teacher Zou!"

It was Xiao Ke, I walked over: "Where did you get the ice cream truck?"

"My boss's." Xiao Ke said, picked up the crispy tube and squeezed a strawberry flower stuffing for me, "Teacher, try it."

"Thank you." I took the cone and praised, "The flowers are well done."

Xiao Ke crooked his eyes and smiled, his skin was fair and shiny, like a healthy white rabbit.

"Teacher, I will pay you back right away." Xiao Ke said.

"No rush, just pay me back before you graduate." I said, "Work hard, come on."

"Okay." Xiao Ke nodded, his tone brimming with joy.