Lu Jiang doesn't like to wear sun-protective clothing, and he doesn't care if his skin is exposed to the sun. If Cao Xiyu hadn't asked him to, he might not even apply sunscreen.
On a hot day, the scenic spot was crowded with people. He was wearing a pair of flip-flops, beach shorts, and only a black vest on his upper body. He was sweating profusely, and even though he was not tall, his arms, shoulders, and neck showed With his muscular appearance and that big head, not to mention how fierce he looks, at least among the crowd, when they see him, everyone will subconsciously have the idea not to conflict with him.
There is such a subconscious hint that it is often his job to open the way, and the job of preventing people from crowding Zhou Xinglian and others is given to Zhu Xichun, who is close to 190cm tall, tall and strong, and in crowded places, Anyone who squeezes into him feels that he has hit a wall and does not have the strength to knock down the south wall. The best option is to get out of the way and take a detour.
Wei Tao and Cao Xiyu have been to these places, Cao Haiyang and Zhou Min have also been there back then, but time has passed and many places are unfamiliar.
Zhou Xinglian came to Yanjing for the first time. Everyone has a special yearning for this place. Those place names that exist in memory have only been seen in movies and TV dramas in the past. When I experience it in person, most of them are disappointed, but the most important thing is I really saw it myself.
The cheapest ice cream costs ten yuan a pop. After eating it, you can’t say it’s expensive because it’s not compulsory consumption.
Foreigners who are not usually seen in Songjiang can be seen here almost by looking up, with all kinds of skin colors and appearances.
Those places that are famous among the people, check in every place and take a few good photos, you can actually get the satisfaction of visiting.
After four years in Yanjing, Cao Xiyu knew very well that the most famous ones were really not the best. For example, the Military Museum was not ranked high in the list of tourist attractions, but it was very worth visiting. In places like Dashilan and Wangfujing, what you see are people and traces of the explosion of cultural tourism, but there are not many old things left in the past.
Wangfujing took them on a tour, and when they arrived at Dashilar, in some century-old shops, cloth shoes, tea, clothes, hats, and silk cheongsam were expensive, but they were not within the scope of Wei Tao's consideration. When they came out, they were all Pack small packages.
As for eating...
Except for Quanjude, there is actually no must-eat list. Wei Tao and Cao Xiyu lead everyone to eat whatever they want.
The daily schedule is not satisfactory. I have a leisurely breakfast at the hotel at eight or nine in the morning. The car is parked downstairs and waiting. I don’t care about the traffic jam. I can either look at the scenery through the car window, as long as I don’t go to the toilet. In the car with comfortable seats, blowing the air conditioner, watching TV and looking at the scenery, there will be no thought of too much delay on the road every day.
I was tired from shopping in the morning, so I chose to have a leisurely meal at noon, and I was not afraid of wasting time. The pace was slow anyway, and the car was enough for everyone to get enough rest on the road.
Most people were sitting in crowded seats, hunched over in discomfort. Zhou Xinglian and others were sitting in airline seats, which were spacious enough in the front and back that they could rest when they folded the seats down.
Not all seats are so comfortable, and the number of seats in the car must be ensured. Except for Zhou Xinglian, Uncle Leng, Cao Haiyang, and Zhou Min, even Wei Tao and Cao Xiyu only sat in slightly comfortable seats, and everyone else also Pretty much, the car was still quite full.
Basically, counting the evenings, I visited three to four places a day for several days in a row, tasting snacks, tasting feasts, and visiting famous attractions. Wei Tao felt that bringing a photographer was the wisest thing to do. What was not washed out was just sorted out after working overtime at night and transmitted to the laptop. Everyone watched it with gusto. Zhou Xinglian said that he must wash it all out after going back.
The trip was very tiring, but both Wei Tao and Cao Xiyu were very happy. Cao Xiyu was still young, but Wei Tao had already lived for two generations. The biggest pain is to have a son who wants to raise a child but to be away from him is the biggest pain. When you succeed and finally have time, It is also a kind of sadness to find that the old man you want to honor can no longer move or eat good food.
While they are still young, while they have not yet entered old age, while they are suddenly feeling a little bit lost when the little bird leaves the nest, spend more time with them, not just to meet once, not just to have a meal, not just to Always meet in a city.
It is one thing that we are busy with today.
It's all about what we do today.
What we chat about is about to be something we do together.
This is companionship.
Where to go, what to eat and where to live, are they really the most important things they care about?
Wei Tao gave Cao Xiyu a look. The latter saw that when both parents were looking at the photos on the notebook, they stayed the longest and had the most satisfied smiles on their faces. They must have seen the photos with their children. What was in the background? It's important. The quality of the photos is not important. What's important is taking photos with the children.
"Thank you." That night, Cao Xiyu lay in Wei Tao's arms and murmured a thank you that she could not appreciate at her age.
At her age, it was the time when she left home to travel around the world, the time when she returned home and asked her mother to cook and wash fruits for her, and the time when she felt that she had finally grown up and could take charge of her own life.
Little do they know that at this age, it is when their parents begin to feel that old age is approaching them, when they feel that the home is empty and have a sense of loss, and when I am no longer a child, and no longer steering the direction of his life. when.
A trip cannot fundamentally solve the problem, but it allows them to be with the children in front of the Water Cube square, under the arrangement of the photographer, with a bright smile on their face and follow the children before they start to feel that their bodies are being weighed down. Jump up and grab a group photo.
Chat together every day, discuss what to eat and where to play, complain about things we are not satisfied with, discuss topics we are familiar with, wear youthful clothes together to attend the opening ceremony of the Bird's Nest, and go to several different venues to watch likes. sports competitions.
Everyone, choose one, and then everyone must go with them. They must also do their homework in advance, at least they must not be laymen to understand the game. This is a tacit understanding formed by the six people after a few days of travel. Everyone's request is to make this trip have more beautiful memories and more smiles.
The return trip was not by plane, but by car. It was divided into two days to return to Songjiang, and I found a city to stay and rest at night. It took five or six hours of driving every day.
Even so, after returning to Songjiang, except for Cao Haiyang, who was in good health, the three of them went to the hot spring resort to take a dip and have a good massage. They went home and rested for two days before they felt their bodies had recovered.
Cao Xiyu has changed. She returns to her home more often, and will wait until Wei Tao is free to take him with her to "fresh time" to participate in Aunt Lian's life. She finally understands why Wei Tao only wanted to If I have time, I will go back to Anshun Street's "Fresh Times" for dinner in the evening.
My mother will have something to look forward to every evening in the evening and will set a goal for herself every day. If my son is not busy, I will prepare dinner for him in the evening.
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In front of the gate of No. 1 Anshun Street, as soon as Wei Tao's car drove into the yard, he motioned for Lu Jiang to stop, pressed the window, and looked at a figure who was peeping outside the gate.
When his car came over just now, the other party was squatting under the corner. When he saw the car coming, he stood up and poked his head around.
Their eyes met, and a humble smile appeared on the other person's face, and he nodded and waved to Wei Tao.
Wei Tao opened the car door and got out of the car, looking at the figure that had already aged in just a few years. You can't completely deny that even a hateful person can be pitiful.
"come in."
If Wei Tao didn't say anything, the concierge boss wouldn't let him in, and the security guard wouldn't let him in either.
There was a pavilion on one side of the gate. Wei Tao sat down and looked at the man sitting down cautiously across from him. With that old face, it was difficult for you to connect it with the way he scolded his daughter for being arrogant and domineering a few years ago.
"Guan Dajun, you should know that when you ran away and sold the house and left your daughter to fend for herself, she had nothing to do with you. Don't talk about the kindness of raising her. It's like she has been with you since the third grade of elementary school. Take care of yourself. Starting from the sixth grade, she will be able to make money to support herself. She even goes to work on the farm to plant rice, collect rice, and pick wild vegetables in the mountains. She also provides you with wine money and card table money..."
At the side door, He Shengli dragged his lame leg and walked over slowly: "This guy has been around Anshun Street for a few days, and he is also close to Sister Zhou's shop."
The implication is that the other party still abides by the rules, otherwise he would have taken action long ago.
Now Guan Dajun is no longer the strong man he was a few years ago. He feels more than ten years older, his back is bent, and there are white hair on both sides of his temples. He was groomed and behaved last time, and disappeared for a while. This time I didn't have the courage to cause trouble when I came back. I just walked around here and didn't even dare to get close to Zhou Xinglian's shop.
He Shengli found the feeling of home at No. 1 Anshun Street, and found the feeling of being a disciple in Zhu Xichun and Lu Jiang. He was already alone, but once he recognized it, he became more attentive. The boss went on a trip, and the family affairs , I will never turn a blind eye to what is my responsibility.
Guan Dajun was afraid of Wei Tao, but he was not afraid of an old lame man. His humble appearance showed submission to the powerful. In his heart, he was still the bastard who did not hesitate to eat and wait for death every day. How could he treat a lame guy with a broken arm? There was a little bit of respect, a look drifted over, and you felt it for yourself.
At the level of current social experience, Wei Tao is already ahead of Guan Dajun by countless dimensions in interpreting people's thoughts. Everything about this old guy is just a disguise for being strong.
Snapped!
The cigarette butt in He Shengli's hand flicked directly and hit Guan Dajun between the eyebrows. It was so hot that he jumped up on the spot and waved his hands subconsciously, for fear of getting sparks on his body.
