Chapter 47

When I woke up early in the morning, my mother was no longer at home.

I asked my grandma, she said she had gone to work, you think everyone is as idle as you.

This is nothing wrong with it, and I am speechless.

The breakfast was still sweet potato porridge. When the oil cake came out, my grandma joked that I was still thinking about going to the primeval forest.

I wanted to rely on it, but I didn't dare to rely on it. I just felt that the oil cake hurts.

At this moment, grandma did not forget to nag. She first sighed that her mother was busy with work, and she pouted after finishing her mouth, and started to talk cliché: Your mother, after all, is a woman, and she runs outside all day long. Do you think it is convenient?

Amid the sound of the wind and the clouds, she always came to the conclusion after a comprehensive and rational analysis: it is enough to stabilize the theater, it is enough, it is considered a career.

You are educated, tell me, why isn’t this a career?

Grandma looked sincere and shook her hands with a loud bang.

This is still true, but she always commented on people's teachers in the same way.

I ummy twice, and I've answered.

This morning, my heart seemed to be fluttering in the dough tank. It was hard to say whether it was bored or uneasy.

In the dust of dust, from time to time, I wanted to call my mother, but I quickly denied myself. I felt that this move was inexplicable and was simply nervous.

Even my grandma couldn't stand it and blamed me for not standing or sitting, like a monkey.

Is the tail someone stepping on?

She glanced over the reading glasses and glanced at me.

In order to prevent myself from being too monkey, I followed my grandma into the woods at nearly ten o'clock, and finally met Aunt Jiang downstairs.

She shouted with sweat and panting: Lin Lin is back?

After a moment of silence, I said: Oh.

She twisted her waist and hips, looking like she was still in exercise, and her face was smiling like a red and white flower: If you have nothing to do, go to your aunt's house to sit.

I also smiled, but my brows were furrowed, perhaps because the sunlight that was rushing towards me was too dazzling.

There are many types of entertainment activities for the elderly, but unfortunately my grandmother looks down on her (it may also be because of the high technical requirements). She always loves playing cards, mahjong and paijiu.

This can be said to be a very bad gambling habit.

The key is that like all gamblers, they were still kind and just now, and when they sat on the poker table, they all had their faces tense and could say anything mean.

After looking at it for a while, I felt bored.

It was at this moment that the phone rang.

It was deafening, and even everyone was shocked, including me.

My mother asked me where I was.

I said to be at home.

She said: Then come downstairs and move something.

So I went to move things.

There are two boxes of fruit in the trunk, plus a large and small bag of seven or eight dishes, so conservatively I guess I have to go twice.

As for this fruit, my mother said it was a Mid-Autumn Festival welfare, such as ribs, lamb legs, shrimps, and the so-called Pingyang lotus root. She said she could not help but buy it on National Day.

When she said this, her mother had a bright face, a calm and playful smile, which was completely different from last night.

I saw my mother forty or fifty meters east of Picasso.

She stood behind the street lights leaning against the railing, her long floral skirt on the blue bottom flowing with the moonlight, but the dark shadow was as sticky as a piece of plaster.

The street lights lit up a dim ball in the middle of the silver color, and my mother quietly drifted in the dim ball.

I called Mom and she said why you came, and then turned her face away again.

Apparently, she heard my shouts and even my footsteps.

This made me very angry and my lips were trembling.

The moonlight is silver, so my sweat is silver.

I wiped the silver sweat and said: Are your ears deaf?!

The sound was loud, and I even suspected that I had heard the echo.

No response.

Her hair danced and her long skirt swayed. Her mother looked at the almost dry water of the Ping River without moving.

After a long time, I slowly approached her and called Mom again.

She nodded.

What's wrong?

I asked, very lightly.

She still umbrellas and asked me if I had eaten, but never looked back.

I said I had eaten, and I knocked on the street light and looked into the distance.

Apart from silver and dim, it is darkness. The usual light disappeared without a trace on such a night.

What's wrong? I asked again, why are you doing here?

Still yes.

At the same time, I smelled a smell of coffee.

What's wrong?I stood behind my mother and put on her right shoulder.I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but it’s cold.mom?The body in front of me was trembling slightly.With a rumbling sound in my head, I held my shoulders and pulled my mother over.She struggled for a moment and quickly threw herself into my arms.But I still saw the wet eyelashes on the face full of tears, the hazy eyes, and the crystal silver wet marks were instantly engraved in my mind.My mother was soft and trembling harder, and tears quickly wet my shoulders.There is no sound at all.It was not until I stroked her spine and patted her twice that the low sob slowly flowed out like a spring.I think I should say something, but I can't even spit out a word.The long hair stroked my face, and the smell of coffee or Chinese medicine became stronger and stronger.This reminded me of the summer of 2001, which was also here. My mother almost cried and said that the environment was not suitable, so the troupe might as well forget it.That was the only fatigue she showed when she resigned in June to the troupe's first commercial performance on the National Day Theater.

Like last time, almost overnight, my mother was resurrected with blood.

The medium-length hair was rarely tied behind the head, and a bright red sportswear, making the whole person look cute and intimate.

In the elevator, after hesitation for a while, I still asked her what happened last night.

My mother rolled her eyelids and carried me: I have a good memory!

I stared at the mirror, relentlessly.

She was so tired and under a lot of pressure. She sighed and smiled, letting her son laugh!

I still don't speak.

She pounded me: Look at your face, like a coffin board, give me a smile.

So I smiled.

It's really okay, silly!

My mother said this when she walked out of the elevator.

Last night, my mother and I went to the main entrance of No. 4 Middle School to eat a bowl of knife-cut noodles.

Of course, she ate it.

The old place has not changed at all, but the boss has changed.

Just on the narrow and greasy triangular wooden table, I asked my mother what was wrong.

She lowered her eyes and waved her hand and said: Let's talk about it tomorrow.

I wanted to tell her if she was too tired, she would not do it, but she could not say it.

All this is like a long letter I wrote over and over again in the heat of the summer of 1999, and it was inevitable that it would be burned.

When I carried the box of pears up, my mother was already busy in the kitchen.She asked me what I wanted to eat, and I said it was casual, and she said it was casual all day, and I said: I would eat whatever you cook.

You know what you know.

She said after a while.

When my mother cleaned the shrimp, I chose a few lentils, which I could say was easy to get.

She asked me if I would leave today.

I said I don't know.

She said that she didn't know what she meant.

Did you chase me away?

I smiled.

What if you don't care, she cut it, even if you tied yourself to your house.

After choosing beans, I was still a little impressed and thought about what to do.

She waved her hand and said: OK, stop pretending, go do whatever you should do, and whether to leave in the afternoon, I will give you a sure letter.

So I went to the study to check the train information to Beijing, and after that, I called Chen Yao.

She said to go to QQ and then hung up.

This chat lasted for dozens of minutes, and it was all nonsense when you came and went.

Finally, I said: Otherwise, we can go separately.

She said: Yes, if you have the guts, you can do it like this.

The lunch was very rich, with braised shrimps, lotus root clips, mutton yam, and another bean curd.

My mother joked that the ribs and another lamb leg should be kept for my father, otherwise I should say that I am not righteous when I come back.

Grandma said yo, but nothing said.

My mother blinked at me.

I wanted to smile, but the wife of the Zhao family shook her head for no reason.

Later I opened the bottle of beer and poured a glass for my mother.

She asked me if I had agreed to leave when I could leave.

I have a car to take you off today, and I will go to the station by myself.

What's the hurry, let's talk about it after dinner.I feasted on it, shameless.

There were still some shrimp left, chop the filling for a while, and eat dumplings tonight.My mother didn't even raise her eyes.

Then let's go tomorrow.

It turned out to be good. After a while, grandma said, "Cleaning some dumpling stuffing, so that the little girl can also taste it."

I finally laughed out loud as I glanced at my mother who was covered in red clouds.

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This year, Midi is in Beijing Sculpture Park, and the ticket is 10 yuan.

October 2 is OK, with ruins, sand and thunderous appearances one after another, and it can be said that the climaxes are frequent.

But on this night, Babaoshan Police Station received reports of disturbing the public and issued two consecutive police officers.

The performance pause is secondly. The most critical consequence is that the performances in the next two days have shrunk a lot, and the stalls are closed at 7 o'clock in the afternoon.

After two days of the landslides in the nameless highland, at noon on the fourth day, Chen Yao and I waved our hands and said goodbye to Beijing.

It can be said that he came happily and left in dust. Apart from greasiness and loss, there are few other gains.

I have to sigh at the treacherous wave of treason here. He has long since introduced that it will be a deformity. Unfortunately, he said that.

However, the recording was still not resolved. The fat man from Normal University seemed to have hemorrhoids on his tongue, and he was evasive and ambiguous when speaking.

Dabo, who just returned from Shenzhen, is quite magnanimous. He said that he should give the other party more time. After all, our lyrics are too awesome. After all, an awesome band will go through various tests, including being reviewed by a fat man spitting everywhere.

He said this was what Bob Dylan said, and I really had nothing to say except day fucking.

Dylan is really OK in Chinese.

On the Sixth, I spent the whole day in the rehearsal room. The drummer did not return to the team, so I played the drummer guest.

Dabo said: You are so sensible and you can play drums in the future.

Of course, this is nonsense.

However, he always picked up a bag of foreign garbage from Shenzhen, mostly 4AD records from the 1980s. It is another matter to say whether he can appreciate it. It is a great sense of happiness.

Nowadays, Dabo sighed that even the discs of Wang Lei and Qiu Dali can't be sold. No one listened to them, and no one listened to them anymore.

It was lunch time in the afternoon, and it was rare to have fun and even had to treat guests to drink, but Chen Yao said something was wrong and pulled me away.

As for what happened, she kept her mouth shut and pretended to be deaf and dumb.

There is no way, I can only follow behind.

Chen Yao stopped next to the stone lion at the school gate.

She smiled at me, and I smiled at her too.

But I am bluntly saying that the sunset is still hot, this porridge-like crowd is really stupid.

Perhaps hearing my inner cry, Chen Yao walked towards the parking lot.

Then an Audi A6 slowly drove in and barely stopped in front of us.

Next, Chen Yao opened the rear door and carried a cold quilt out, of course, the latter quickly turned into my hands.

At this time, the front car window also shook down, as you expected, it was Chen Yao's mother.

I smiled and said: Hello, aunt.

She took off her big toad mirror and smiled and said: Hello.

That's it.

I thought she would get in and out by taxi, but she didn't.

Chen Yao approached and asked her if there was something else.

Her mother opened her mouth, but Chen Yao said something and went back. Why don’t you invite us to dinner?

There were a lot of people at mealtime, so I had to go to the school hotel.

Of course, even if there are not many people, her mother will most likely choose a school hotel if she eats nearby.

Chen Yao said to eat hot pot, so we ate hot pot.

While waiting for the food to be served, I can't tell you why, but I always feel a little embarrassed.

Maybe this is a meal I snatched.

Chen Yao talked a lot, and it can be said that the fat sheep and fish fillet were helpless.

But she mainly faced me, the band recorded, the teaching evaluation, and the scholarship I didn't understand these pieces of chickens and dogs to pick at this point in time.

She even seriously discussed with me about the feasibility of practicing 110-meter hurdles, and I had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak nonsense.

I don’t know if Chen Yao is too lively, but her mother seems a little frivolous.

This woman in a black dress rarely touches her chopsticks and speaks very little.

Putting aside the comments on the hotel decoration when I first entered the door, I really don’t remember what grand comments she made.

Later, her mother got up and answered a call.

When I came back, out of politeness, I asked her if there was no urgent matter.

She smiled and said it was okay.

Then Chen Yao performed a killer move in a hurry. She stood up and picked me up a few chopsticks and vegetables, combining meat and vegetables, and combining fat and thin. Square is square, round is round, red is red, and green is green.

As the steam was steaming, my face turned red, and I even had the heart to strangle her to death.

Her mother smiled and said, "Eat quickly, and looked around for another week: No matter how bad the store is, the taste is quite authentic.

During the entire dinner, the only thing she pointed at me was to ask me if I wanted to take the postgraduate entrance examination.

God is here, it is too early to think about this now, so I shook my head.

She didn't say anything.

However, unexpectedly, in the parking lot, Chen Yao's mother suddenly mentioned her mother.

She asked: How is your mother’s Pingju School?

I told her that it was almost done and that the students would be recruited soon.

As I said this, I stared at the strange hairstyle that was hovering up, a little dazed.

The recording was still sober, resolute and thorough.

According to Fatty, it was a teaching evaluation that we were hitting the gun, and after repeated consideration, he decided to save us.

Of course, when this time passes, if there are any positive and healthy works, we can still cooperate to help young people. Why not do it?

As he said this, he spat out a sincere thick phlegm.

Just blow it, to be honest, it doesn't matter.

But Dabo couldn't accept it. He said that he was in his senior year and didn't have much time to play. Her mother really wanted to fuck this fat man to death.

Everyone advised him to be more open-minded. There are so many women, so he hangs Mao Dan on the tree of Fatty.

What's more, no matter how precious time is, you can still squeeze out your skills after playing. How come you don't have time?

The world is so big, but you are getting older and older. You are all focused on playing musical instruments. How can you be more fun than musical instruments?Bass swallowed the clouds and spit out mist.He has a small head and a long neck, like a red-faced cormorant.

What does it mean?Big question.

It’s meaningless. Don’t talk less and play more. Why don’t you understand?He shrugged, and now he was more like a red-faced cormorant, drinking.

So Dabo drank, he raised his neck and blew it, and then a bottle of wine hit the cormorant's head.

In an instant, the latter's face turned redder.

The surroundings immediately became quiet, and Beth shook his head. Perhaps he wanted to treat the person with his own way, but he had no strength.

Dabo stood aside, gasping for breath.

After hesitating, I still drank all the wine in my cup.

When I just learned the piano from Dabo, this pussy was a disaster. Changing a girlfriend was like a lesbian changing sanitary napkins, and every time I posted my household registration book, I introduced it to us solemnly.

Later, there were fewer and fewer fruits, and from some unknown day on, he would never bring any women to dinner with us.

From quantitative change to qualitative change, the terrible laws of the universe.

Perhaps the old members of the electronic music forum still remember the elegance and curly hair of this pussy, but it is inevitably popular among women.

Of course, in my eyes, it was a moving head hood of British and American judges.

A few days after the National Day holiday, my cousin called me.

She asked me to guess who she was, but unfortunately I didn't guess it.

So she said in Pinghai dialect: I really loved you when I was a child.

I said: Damn!

I really said damn.

She said: What's the point? I won't call my sister.

This sentence really stopped me, and I couldn't tell you why I didn't contact her.

I invited you to dinner on the weekend, and she said, "Do you still know your sister?"

Of course, on the bus stop, I recognized Lu Min at a glance.

On the contrary, if I didn't wave, she might not recognize me.

When did it go so high?

She smiled and slapped me twice on the back.

My cousin is really not short, over 1.7 meters tall. She wore a green long-sleeved shirt, which was neatly pressed into the white knee-length denim skirt. She wore a pair of white canvas shoes. If she wore high heels, it would be even more amazing.

Until she sat down in the restaurant, she was still saying: I used to be so small, but I haven't seen this tall for a few years!

I didn't know what to say, so I could only laugh again and again.

Compared with a few years ago, she has not changed at all. Although she doesn't have a military temperament at a glance, she is indeed different from an ordinary girl.

As for the difference, I can't tell it.

Lu Min has big eyes and thin lips, which looks very much like Zhang Fengtang, but has a darker skin tone. The latter is undoubtedly caused by Lu Yongping.

Eleventh, your sister ran home excitedly, but you were not at home!

You said it earlier, either!

My aunt said you have been to Beijing for fun, what have you played?

Just have fun and watch the performance.

You are quite capable of running Ah, aren't you alone?

hehe.

Why don’t you bring someone out and let your sister take a look?

I haven't seen my brother yet, so how can I get her turn to appear?

Oh, you are so damn Linlin, you are so sensible, who did you learn from?

I don’t know who I learned from, but I still have to jump over the wall when I’m in a hurry. I have to be strong by myself.

My cousin is studying drama literature in Military Arts, and now she is assigned to the Art Department of the Cultural Bureau, which is in charge of literary performances and other things.

According to her, in addition to the low salary, it is not bad. If your mother wants to perform in Pingyang, she has to be under my control.

Her boyfriend used to be a special forces soldier in Xinjiang, but later joined the Pingyang Armed Police Detachment and would be able to transfer to another year.

I said I wish you happiness, and she said of course, I also want to buy a house near your school.

After dinner, I took her to the campus for a walk.

When he came out again, on the bus stop, Lu Min was noon not far away: This is the property.

There is no doubt that she refers to the university garden developed by Jianyu. It opened after the summer vacation and sold well. It is said that it is very popular.

The renovated west playground has been put into use, but we have developed the habit of playing ball in the east playground.

Li Junqi returned to the basketball court, jumping like a donkey, even covering him with a few hats, this guy didn't have a good memory.

Another fellow villager has not shown up for a long time.

When asked Li Junqi, he pointed at his arm and said that Chen Chen was a little injured.

This is a bit exaggerated.

It was not until one Saturday in late October that I met Chen Chen on the playground.

He was indeed injured a little, and his right arm is still hanging around his neck.

When we were playing, he was watching from the side and did not forget to dribble with his left hand, which was quite like Teacher Zhang Haidi's demeanor.

Out of politeness, when I was off the court, I asked him what was going on with his arm.

He looked at the basketball court and after a while he said: I was injured.

His words are fine.

This strong-willed fellow villager is brave enough to endure all kinds of hardships. For example, if you have nothing to do, you can cut everything on your left wrist. It can be said to be an inspirational model.

Of course, the above is just my guess, and the earthworm is always hidden in the wrist guard or sleeve tube, so we have the honor to have seen it once.

On Sunday afternoon, Chen Chen was also there.

Rarely, he learned to applaud, although his voice was so thin that he was a little cold.

It was on this day that Chen Chen came over and talked to me for a few words.

He asked first: What style is your band?

I can't say this, so I said: There are all styles.

Recorded?

After hesitating for a while, I said: Not yet.

Doesn’t there be a recording studio at the University of X’s Art Academy?

This sentence fully demonstrates the young master's childishness.The Art Academy is not a law school, let alone a law school, it is not ours. How can we use it whenever we want?I shook my head and smiled.

If it was a real recording, he said, I could think of a solution.

The most troublesome thing is the paper called "Legal Analysis of Land Prices". The collection of data is very detailed, complicated and rigorous, and it was useless to waste my two Saturdays.

When I was looking for Lao He to summarize the materials, she praised me for my good work on the form.

I smiled modestly.

Yes, don't laugh, are you going to cry?

Although I know that praise is useless, I will not give bonuses.

But compared to the bonus, I hope Lao He can talk to me about her relationship status.

It’s not that I care too much about the spiritual life of middle-aged and elderly women, but why I can’t do it well? I haven’t seen Liang Zhiyuan for a long time, and my heart is a little empty.

Mr. Liang never seemed to have come to see Lao He again, at least there was no sign of this, such as a person or a car, at least I didn't encounter it.

Of course, there is no reason for someone to show you when they are dating.

So in the office, I said to Lao He: Hey, I haven’t seen Mr. Liang for a long time?

In order to make my words too abrupt, I used a very cute tone, which sounded somewhat like a mentally retarded.

I don’t know if it’s because of cuteness or mental retardation, Lao He looked up at me and smiled.

She said: You are quite concerned about this matter.

She smiled before speaking, and she kept smiling while speaking, and she was still smiling after speaking.

To be honest, I had an ominous premonition and wanted to escape.

But Lao He pointed to her imperial thermos: Please continue some water.

I had to go and refill the water, and the sound of the water made people urge to urinate.

I respectfully handed the teacup, and I wanted to leave.

Lao He raised his head at the right time, took a sip of tea, and glanced at me: Mr. Liang, this is not the drunken man’s intention.

If I change the conversation target or the occasion, her dramatic language will probably make me laugh.

At this moment, my heart suddenly became shaking.