In the old shabby residential house, a busy figure was busy in the kitchen of less than 5 square meters. The light green, slightly loose pajamas tightly wrapped Zhang Feng, who was slightly bloated, in the kitchen and on the dining table. On one side is a fish tank about two meters long and one and eight meters high. There are about 10 goldfish in the tank. Only one of them is very small, which is very inconspicuous in the huge fish tank. In the restaurant, the light The dark yellow light flashed frequently, and in the light, the bright green moss on the inner wall of the fish tank could still be clearly seen. But looking around the room, everything was neat and clean, without a trace of dust.
Zhang Feng ignored the moss-covered fish tank and the flickering lights. He took out a plate of braised pork and two pieces of rice from the kitchen. The so-called two pieces of rice are rice steamed together with millet. He glanced at it. Judging from the clock on the wall, Zhang Bajiu estimated that he would be back soon. He took out his slippers from the drawer at the door and turned back to the kitchen. I only heard the sound of beating eggs three times, and not long after, another large bowl of egg soup was served. The contents of the soup were very simple. From a distance, if you couldn't see some red tomatoes and green green onions, it would look like A bowl of egg custard.
Dong-dong-dong, some urgent knocking on the door broke the silence at home. When Zhang Feng learned from her class teacher Jia Jin on Wednesday that Zhang Bajiu would be back very early on Friday, she was not as calm as usual. , and began to look forward eagerly to Zhang Bajiu's arrival home earlier.
"Come, come, my son is back, I miss me so much!" Since Zhang Bajiu's father passed away, she has become the backbone of the family, but watching Zhang Bajiu grow up little by little, she also slowly Rely on him.
"Mom, I'm back. I specifically asked for leave from my class teacher and wanted to come back as soon as possible!" Zhang Bajiu said loudly, for fear that his mother at the door wouldn't hear! As soon as the door opened, he smelled the aroma of pork belly all over the room. If he asked carefully, he could smell the fragrance of various flowers placed on the windowsill.
Zhang Bajiu said excitedly, "The braised pork made by my mother is a masterpiece. I can't get enough of it! Mom, your egg soup is really unique. If you open a restaurant, you will probably lose everything!" ! I eat a lot of eggs at school, so just do it normally." Zhang Bajiu took out the change of clothes from his schoolbag and put them into the washing machine in the bathroom. He simply washed the handles, dragged away the heavy cotton clothes outside and sat down. On the chair in front of the dinner table.
"Oh, isn't this about letting my precious son eat something good? I've been to your school's cafeteria, and the meat in the dishes is pitiful. How can I do it if I don't eat more when I go home!" Zhang Feng ignored his son's request. Complaining, the person closest to her now is her son. Her husband is gone, and her parents are also gone. Now the only thing she cares about in her life is this son. If she doesn't do good to him, who will do good to her?
"Mom, I see that the tap is loose and the water keeps dripping. I will go to the street to buy some things to repair it later. Leave this fish tank and lamp to me." Zhang Bajiu looked at these things and didn't take them seriously. , and started eating it with big mouthfuls.
Zhang Feng looked at his son devouring his food and said in a critical tone:
"Eat slowly, it's not good for your stomach, and no one is trying to fight with you. It's all yours." But Zhang Feng still looked at her son with joy in her eyes. Her son had finally grown up. In fact, these things at home are very important to Zhang Feng. To be honest, she is really a little overwhelmed. She is not tall and has a bloated figure. It would be nothing if she really does the climbing work. But every time before, her son would complain about her and say that she would not enjoy happiness... ,, So now I just leave all these tasks to my son. I can also be more relaxed. Every time I look at my son's busy shadow, I feel a familiar feeling, as if I have seen Zhang Yong. That familiar sense of security is becoming more and more real.
"Son, please eat slowly. Don't be in a hurry. You came back early today. I didn't go to work. I made these delicious foods for you early in the morning. I will go to work now. If you feel sleepy in the afternoon, take a nap. , these things at home can be used to make ends meet." Zhang Feng said while packing his things. A woolen coat, a large leather bag, and two layers of pads on his legs.
"Mom, you should also take a day off. We always can't get together on vacation, so why don't you take a day off too!" Zhang Bajiu knew in his heart that he had been working hard these past few years. If his father hadn't passed away, It’s not like I have to go to school by myself and leave my mother alone as a woman to ask for help.
Zhang Feng also knows that she has spent very little time with her children in recent years, but a large family has to pay for food, water, electricity, living expenses, heating, and property expenses, which are not a small amount in a year. Disappointed, he said to Zhang Bajiu:
"My dear son, you know that mom's job is an assembly line. If I don't go to work, I will also hinder others from making money. When you make a lot of money in the future, I will definitely stay at home with you!" As soon as he finished speaking, this was followed by The sound of the door opening. Although Zhang Feng was reluctant to give up, it was not his decision.
"Mom, don't worry. I will work hard and won't let you suffer anymore. I will buy a car and a house so that you can be the happiest mother in the world."
Hearing this, Zhang Feng wiped the tears in his eyes, hummed softly, and went out! Life is when you are capable, you are born to live well; when you are not capable, you are born to survive well.
Zhang Bajiu didn't know if his mother heard what he said, but he still ate big mouthfuls of food. Although his current grades were not good enough, he was still working hard to win the college entrance examination. His success or failure was unknown!
Zhang Bajiu watched as all the delicacies his mother had cooked for him were eaten, even the greasy meat in the pork belly was not left. He put away the dishes and chopsticks with satisfaction and was shocked when he walked to the kitchen. The pots and pans in the kitchen were neatly arranged, and there was no trace of cooking at all. Only the low drops of water on the dishwashing plate could prove that the delicious dishes had just been cooked here. He was holding the tableware carefully. I couldn't bear to ruin such a tidy kitchen, so I put it beside the sink and washed the tableware with a dishcloth that was not yet dry.
Zhang Bajiu, who returned to the room, turned on the computer anxiously. He didn't do it to play games. Since he entered high school, he had only a handful of opportunities to touch the computer. This also helped him quit his Internet addiction in disguise. He had previously played League of Legends and StarCraft. Hegemony no longer arouses his interest, but it's not that he doesn't want to play, but the vacation only lasts for two days. Firstly, he can't have enough fun, and secondly, because he is a skilled player, he is really upset by being criticized by Internet trolls for not playing well. , over time I no longer bother to play games. Go to your own QQ and play this music "Because I happened to meet you, and the footprints left behind are beautiful. The wind blows the flowers and sheds tears like rain, because I don't want to give up..." Now listening to this song, Zhang Ba Jiu felt like this word was written specifically for him and his senior sister. Yes, we really just met each other. No one expected that it would be such an opportunity for two unrelated people to get to know each other.
Zhang Bajiu opened QQ and found that Dong Lingling would send him some messages every day when he was in school, dealing with some college entrance examination blessings and some trivial things in her life, some nonsensical things, Dong Lingling would also use a coquettish tone. Zhang Bajiu also learned from Dong Lingling that the student union in the university is a "dog leg" of the instructor, and the evaluation of excellence and priority is done in secret, and the hot water in the school is , air conditioning, electricity, and all the things that need to be paid for by yourself. Although Zhang Bajiu is a little confused about the things Dong Lingling said, he also knows that he can neither accompany her nor know how to comfort her. Some said slightly perfunctorily:
"Senior sister, I'm back! You don't have to worry about those things. Anyway, evil people will have their own trials and tribulations. As long as you take care of yourself, everything will develop towards a good ending." While Zhang Bajiu was typing, he Suddenly he discovered that there were some extra characters on the chat box with his senior sister, which he had never noticed before. Something novel is that when you click on it, it turns out to be a couple logo. He was a little excited for a moment and didn't know what to say. Click on the QQ space, and the red prompt number is beating in the column of the couple space. He was a little surprised and looked a little more excited. He knows very well that in his current status, he doesn't have the time and energy to waste. But once emotional things sprout in the heart, it is very difficult to eradicate them. I know very well that when this relationship "changes its quality" there is no chance of looking back.
With a one percent chance, thousands of people will fight for a result that is almost equal to zero. Zhang Bajiu thought to himself: A big question in mathematics takes half a page, a comprehensive question in science and comprehensive science takes only one page, and a Chinese composition only takes less than two pages. If you can persist in studying for twelve years, let alone study and study. Sister’s relationship. I kept thinking about it, and unconsciously clicked into the couple's space.
There isn't much content in it. The earliest date I found was two months ago, not long after the start of my senior year of high school. Most of the content is screenshots of the two of them chatting, screenshots of messages, etc. The rest are selfies of the senior sister and some scenery of the university. While flipping through, I saw the only photo of him and her. It should be the photo of the apology dinner. In the photo, Zhang Bajiu feeds Dong Lingling a dipping plate and cooked mutton. But Zhang Bajiu vaguely remembered that this photo seemed to be taken by Xiao Xiang Guoying with his mobile phone. How did it end up in Dong Lingling's hands? It seems that this was planned long ago! Zhang Bajiu, who was still thinking, was I was woken up by a cell phone ringing. Looking at the familiar mobile phone number, my heart surged like waves on the sea. After confirming the phone number several times, I answered the call.
Zhang Bajiu asked eagerly before Dong Lingling could speak:
"Is it true? Are you sure you are serious?"
Zhang Bajiu's words were a little childish, which made Dong Lingling find it a bit funny. She laughed and said from the other end of the phone:
"Hey, you're still worried that I won't lie to you. Besides, the couple's space has been opened, and my space has been made public. What else? Is it possible for me to shout on the radio?"
All of this was a little unreal. He had never thought that his senior sister would be so direct. He had imagined how he would make a fool of himself and confess to Dong Lingling, but the scene before him was unexpected.
"Senior sister, I thought you were making fun of me, but you are too direct! I'm going to find a lover, wait for me."
For Dong Lingling, such a direct "confession" really made her feel embarrassed, but after that incident of changing seats on the bus, her affection for him gradually aroused. But Dong Lingling doesn't like things like love heads much, nor does she dislike them very much. In his opinion, they are dispensable things. After all, feelings can't be determined by just a few pictures. Although this seems a bit naive to Zhang Bajiu, in this special period, as long as Zhang Bajiu is happy, she can accept it no matter what.
Dong Lingling said dotingly:
"Go, go, show me when you find it. I want the best one."
Zhang Bajiu didn't feel naive at all, but was keen on this kind of thing. Maybe men in love are naive. This is really not wrong at all.
Zhang Ba soon found several pairs of avatars and sent them to Dong Lingling. Dong Lingling also carefully selected, and found a pair of avatars that looked slightly more mature among a lot of childish avatars.
"Senior, are you busy this afternoon? Do you want to keep calling? I'm going out to buy some materials, repair the water pipes and light the lights at home, and change the water in the fish tank."
Dong Lingling originally had a part-time job in the library in the afternoon, but her "boyfriend" finally took a vacation and didn't spend time with her. She didn't know when they would meet again, so she simply said:
"Of course you can. The person you accompany me is the most important thing to me."
Zhang Bajiu smiled from ear to ear, turned on the video and filmed the tasks to be done in the house one by one, obviously looking like he wanted to hand over everything. The two of them whispered to each other. Zhang Bajiu looked at Dong Lingling and giggled while working, while Dong Lingling looked at Zhang Bajiu on the mobile phone, listening to the magnetic voice, narrating the past, while the pen in the other hand continued to write Learn some English grammar and question-answering skills.
"Good times are always short. It's the happiest moment of the day again. I want to say goodbye. Mom will be back soon and I have to make something delicious." Although Zhang Bajiu still said cheerfully, But she felt somewhat reluctant to give up, and said: "I will accompany you again tonight." Dong Lingling also respected him very much, boasting and saying:
"Our Mr. Zhang can also cook. If he has a chance, he will cook me something delicious."
Zhang Bajiu hung up the phone and looked at the room he had tidied up in an afternoon, feeling full of accomplishment. But judging from what he had seen before, he couldn't finish this work in an afternoon, but after talking to his senior sister After the phone call, he felt it was worth wasting his time. During dinner, Zhang Bajiu ate very quietly and anxiously, which was completely opposite to his usual self. Before that, he would always tell his mother about the various people and strange things in school. But this time it was unexpected. Zhang Bajiu didn't say a few words after finishing the meal, and went back to the house and closed the door. Zhang Feng thought that his son was not feeling well today, so he asked several times but did not hear his son's response. He stopped paying attention to his son, packed up the dishes and went back to his room to rest.
Zhang Bajiu couldn't wait to call Dong Lingling when he returned to the house. Maybe it's the same for couples who are in love. When they met, they had endless topics to talk about and endless sweet words to talk about, but in the end, they were able to have each other until the end. How many people are there?
Zhang Feng had worked hard all day, but her son's abnormal attitude and physical and mental exhaustion made her sleepless. The cold wind whistled outside the window, and the closed windows and heavy curtains blocked the cold wind. The sound of wind hit the window one after another, and the heavy curtains even trembled a little. The sound of breaking wind made it even more difficult for Zhang Feng to sleep. After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the wind stopped. You could vaguely hear the honking of cars on the road, and occasionally a cat meowed. And all that's left is the ticking sound of the clock on the wall.
Zhang Feng couldn't bear the feeling of insomnia, so she got up and went to the restaurant to pour a glass of water. But just as he was about to drink, he heard the sound of laughter coming from Zhang Bajiu's room. Although the sound was very small, after so many years of getting along, Zhang Feng knew that this was not his own auditory hallucination, but must be his son's voice. Ever since Zhang's father left, Zhang Ba hadn't smiled so happily for a long time. Zhang Feng did not walk directly into the child's bedroom. Instead, she sat thoughtfully on a chair and listened quietly to the movements in the bedroom. She did not slowly get up until the sounds gradually disappeared.
When he came to the bedroom, he picked up Zhang Bajiu's mobile phone and glanced at the chat interface of "Sister Dong". Zhang Feng was angry and helpless. Even now, he doesn't know how to face these two children. Just wrote on the chat interface:
"Hello, girl, I am Zhang Bajiu's mother. The senior high school students are really tired, and you are here too. I hope that these last days will allow Jiujiu to get enough rest. You understand, right?" wrote it down! After that, Zhang Feng looked at his son, covered him with a quilt, and silently exited the room.
It wasn't until the morning that Zhang Bajiu woke up, turned on his phone, and saw such a sentence added to the chat interface between himself and his senior sister for no reason, and he understood it instantly. He knew that no matter what the purpose of such a sentence was, it would make others feel uncomfortable after reading it. He didn't want to give up the relationship he had gained just because of this little bit of denial.
At this time, the senior sister had not replied yet. He said "Good morning" and then solemnly said
"Senior sister, I don't know whether meeting you at this time is a blessing or a curse, but I am willing to be by your side all the time. Anyone's opposition will only make me more determined to stay with you."
Zhang Bajiu, who felt heavy in his heart, did not get up immediately, but still covered himself with quilt and didn't want to get up. He didn't know how to deal with his mother. This is also a kind of escape.
