Chapter 54

It seemed that my mother didn't remember Chen Yao until she entered the community. She asked me why I came back alone.

When she said this, she turned her face and finally a soft curve appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Maybe she didn't put on much makeup, her mother's face was a little pale, her right eye slope was even slightly swollen, and her lips were only shiny and vivid.

She wore a mid-length black down, and she had a rare ponytail, but she was as meticulous as she remembered. You could see the white scalp on her smooth forehead because of the tightness.

However, I can't tell why, this tension made me feel alert and I was speechless for a moment.

What's wrong?My mother was looking for a parking space and didn't look at me. She had a quarrel?

Where can I do Ah?I subconsciously rubbed my eyes and squirted out my nostrils loudly.

My mother nodded and didn't ask in detail.

I can't even say whether she has it or not.

This surprised me quite, and the prepared long speech instantly became ridiculous.

It was not until the fire was turned off that she turned her face and smiled at me.

It was almost noon, and the viscous sunlight like crab roe turned into a light white fish belly through the brown glass.

In this wrinkled, water-soaked light, even my mother's smile became weak.

So the only bright color on the lips also showed a little dullness.

In fact, my mother didn't laugh a lot along the way.

The first time was to live at the gate of the long-distance station. As usual, she stood pretty and waved when she saw me coming out. The second time was to drive on the Ringcheng Road. I asked her if she received her birthday gift. She smiled and said that she had been wearing it for two days, and finally praised me for being good at it.

The last two times as you can see.

Even I suddenly realized that apart from talking about grandma's condition and answering two calls, she didn't say much.

When the strange and exaggerated experiences and tides of my provincial universities surged out like a tide, my mother just huhed a few times, like the King of Tota, which was like shit, urine and saliva during the ups and downs.

What's wrong?I stood up straight and asked finally.

Ah？

My mother gathered up the hair that did not exist in her ears and then smiled, "No, I'm talking about you, I don't even bring back the bed sheets and quilts when I took a vacation. I don't know how you can get your body out of the bed.

As she said this, she gave me a glare.

This was the last day of 2004, sunny, cloudy, and minus 16 degrees Celsius.

As for Chen Yao, no one expected that the Cold War caused by showing love to the disaster area would last for several days.

What's scary is that I'm happy with this.

It’s not that I am psychopathic, but that things are already like this, let’s see how it develops.

At least, in the endless winter in the northern country, this inexplicable confrontation brought me a little fun to the restless. OK, in the final analysis, it was still a psychological pervert.

The last time Chen Yao came to Pinghai, her mother asked her to come back on New Year's Day, and this Christmas was a formal invitation.

Where to go to play?

Look at the ice sculptures on the flat river beach, look at the rime in the primeval forest, and there are many fun places to go.

I said, during the holidays, aren’t your tertiary industry busy?

My mother said, I can’t get out of my spare time this time a year?

Don't worry.

According to her plan, she was the father who traveled with pigs and fish all day long.

Of course, it’s a pity that grandma was excluded.

Less than two weeks after the operation, she was discharged from the hospital. Because her parents were busy, she had to hire a nurse.

Grandma originally expected a distant cousin to take care of her, but as you expected, her mother cruelly refused.

If you want me to say, it's good to refuse.

As my mother said, my father was at home.

To be precise, I was sitting on the sofa in the living room and saw me coming back and said: I’m back.

As he said this, he stood up, took two steps towards the door, and then suddenly stood still.

His hair was messy, like an old trunk.

So he scratched the thorn nest and said with a smile: I'll pour you a glass of boiling water.

I asked grandma.

My father turned around and said oh, but my mother still spoke first. She stood on the northeast corner of the carpet and shook the keys: You're asleep, don't you look at them?

So I went to take a look.

As she said, she was indeed asleep, as always, her hair was gray, but her complexion was good, and her fat face was radiant in her tightness.

This luster forms a huge contrast with dry hair and the smell around it.

However, there is nothing we can do about it. This is the case in winter. Either endure the cold or you have to taste the taste of life and even life.

Are you asleep?My mother took off her down jacket and exposed her slender waist.

I nodded and said uncontrollably: The house is boring.

My mother turned into the master bedroom, not knowing if she heard it.

My father was still sitting on the sofa, with a thermos cup standing on the left coffee table, steaming.

So I sat down on the sofa.

What New Year's poetry party is on TV? It's pretending, which is comparable to the elementary school Chinese class. To be honest, I'm so annoyed by this cliché.

But my father took it very seriously.

He held his chin with his right hand and kept muttering twice from time to time.

God is above.

While drinking water, I chatted with my dear dad.

I asked him that he hadn't gone to the pig farm today, and he said no.

He asked me if I was cold, and I said that was it.

Then we both started laughing.

Then there seemed to be nothing to say, so my father took the initiative to inform grandma about her situation again.

Half a cup of hot water made people sweat. I picked up my backpack and tilted my chin to the bedroom.

The father nodded.

When I held the door handle, he said: Yesterday, your mother just gave you the quilt to dry.

When I came out of the bedroom, there was no one in the living room.

The insulation tea cup is still there, still steaming.

The door of my parents' bedroom was closed, silently at least amid Zhu Jun's disgusting sound of castrated pigs, I could not hear any noise.

After leaning on the back of the sofa and admiring the pig's chirping for a while, I still refused to give up a few.

Unfortunately, the NBA was not broadcast today, but a cowboy sport in the United States, which is quite funny.

Within two minutes, grandma called out in the room and asked me if I was back.

When I appeared in front of me, she always patted the medical air cushion under her, complaining that if she lie down like this, she would really suffocate her to death.

Oh my god, no, no!

She said almost struggling.

But there is no way, you have to hold it in, unless you don’t want your legs.

I asked my grandma if she had done her rehabilitation homework every day. She said she had done it with fear and fear, and then said that the caregiver was too fierce, just like that daughter-in-law of someone, she could really eat people.

With this skill of pinching the shoulder and patting the back, her life perception made me a hornet's nest like a machine gun.

When grandma was feeling so happy, her mother pushed the door and asked her if she could get rid of her hands.

I was just having fun, and I really wanted to get rid of it, but she was still not free.

My mother smiled and asked me what I wanted to eat at noon.

I said whatever I wanted, anything would work.

She didn't say anything, just leaned against the door, and looked at it with her arms in her arms for a while.

I can't say when my mother left, just like her arrival, silently.

It was not until the voices of my parents' room that I realized exactly that she was no longer in the room.

However, the parents' voices were a little loud, and they could not be said to be loud, it should be noisy. You know, the tone was a bit rushing, as if the waves were slapped against the reef, and there was a kind of indescribable spirit rising step by step.

I had to prick my ears while my grandma was talking.

At this moment of hesitation, the conversation became intense.

My father said nothing and then he lost his voice.

But my mother's voice became louder and louder.

Through several walls, sound waves whistled, furry, huge and thin.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Really, I heard my mother say: Is it wrong for you?

Grandma obviously noticed the clue, she was tampering with her neck, her eyes wide open and said frankly, like a baby being shocked.

What a quarrel, she waved her arms, what can I say?Maybe the airflow was blocked, grandma's voice was so stingy that it was indescribable.Unable to bear it, I rushed into the living room.

Strangely, the conversation was not much clearer.Maybe they are deliberately suppressing it.But my mother's dry and tense voice still came out intermittently.

...I don't want to hear you say this!

Tell him to go!

Tell him Ah, what are you doing?

A guarantee?

My father's voice was buzzing, like a small-power electric frequency transmitter. I couldn't hear clearly what he said.

I really doubt whether he was using ventral language.

Of course, this doesn't matter, and it doesn't matter whether the father talks or not.

I stood in the middle of the living room, ambushed by the CCTV Sports commentator's awkward guns and bullets, and could no longer move like a petrified one.

The word "Fu" hung upside down on the orange-yellow bedroom wooden door, which was red and yellow. It was drawn by my mother in the office using her spare time.

At this moment, it gently swung its short spikes, as if something was disturbing its beautiful dream.

The sunlight crossed the terrace and slumped half of the body on the south wall of the living room, shining brightly in the softness.

I saw the blue sky at a glance.

Very blue.

Although there are big clouds, they are still very blue.

Amazingly blue.

In this softness and clarity, my father said something again, with the stubbornness of the old bull panting.

The room was quieter.

The CCTV commentator simply stuttered.

What does it mean?My mother's voice was soft, as if she had just woken up from a sleep.

My father didn't say anything.

Or let's assume he doesn't say anything.

Because there was a crisp sound in the room, as if a cannon was played.

At the same time, the mother said: What does it mean to be peaceful and peaceful?

It's still very light, but it seems like you have used all your strength, you will know it as soon as you hear it.

My father still didn't say anything.

Or again, let's assume he doesn't say anything.

Because of the breathing gap, there were a lot of bangs in the room at the same time, not just bangs, but maybe mixed with bangs, bangs, dings, etc.

It's like playing mahjong, or laying dumplings, or crushing the crowds of people, a scale effect, a feeling of overwhelming storm.

I stared at the country bumpkin who was leaning on the cow's back for a long time.

If you want to quarrel, your parents may not be fewer than other couples.

But I don’t think there is anything but a thing that I’m not very common. At least it’s zero as long as I witnessed it with my own eyes.

When the country bumpkin finally fell off the cow's back while sighing and shouting, I quickly walked towards my parents' bedroom and knocked on the door after a moment.

Very polite.

There was no sound inside immediately, and maybe there was a heavy breathing, and I couldn't say it well.

Then there was a long wait.

After a long time, I heard my mother's sob.

Lightweight, hesitant.

It is like the water droplets on lotus leaves after the rain, round and full, and no one can tell which gust of wind it will roll down.

I knocked on the door again, much rude.

Now even the lotus leaves disappeared without a trace.

I pricked up my ears, and there was no sound inside.

I called Mom, but no one answered.

I twisted the handle and locked it.

I said dad, but no one answered.

So I gave up.

As if facing the wall, I stood quietly, facing the wooden door, facing the lightly shaking down.

I want to smoke a cigarette.

The two people in the room seemed to disappear, eliminating any signs of biological activities. I have never noticed that they are so capable over the years.

I don’t know how long it took, but I caught my father’s sigh, as hoarse as the last breath of an upside-down pig.

There was a rustling sound, and the sound of mother's fast footsteps lasted for more than ten seconds, the lock spring let out a pleasant moan.

The door is open.

My mother rushed out with her bag, her cheeks flushed and her face was expressionless.

Like a wind, she floated past me with a scent of fragrance, which made people feel at a loss.

I glanced inside the house and didn't see my father or the mess I imagined.

My mother changed her shoes at the entrance of the entrance. She first bent her knees, and then she simply sat down on the ground.

She put her boots on her feet with difficulty, letting me shout at me twice but my mother was indifferent.

I walked over silently and squatted down next to her.

I could see the fine sweat oozing from the smooth forehead.

I grabbed her arms and then my hands.

My mother paused and finally glanced at me.

The two full lakes were spinning.

She quickly lowered her head, tilted her face to the right, but she hung nervously again.

No, no, she said, if you hold it in such a way, you will really suffocate your mother to death.

As he said this, tears fell down.

It really fell down, hot, hitting the back of my hand.

From childhood to adulthood, it is unique.

I held the little hand and sniffed hard.

I asked what happened after a while.

At this time, my mother had wiped away her tears on her right arm and successfully put on another boot.

She stood up silently, grabbed the down jacket and turned to open the door.

I had no choice but to press it tightly on the door lock.

Mother lowered her head and said softly: Let go.

So I let go.

A clear cold wind blew, and I took a breath greedily.

At this moment, I caught a glimpse of my father standing behind me, motionless at the door of the master bedroom, like an elm that has grown for many years.

Grandma's voice also came at the right time, and it thirstyly poured into my ears that had been deaf for many years.

She said: You can't say anything well, Ah, what can't you say?

With the tone, the rhythm is really like singing an opera.

And I don't care about this much.

In the corridor, I finally called my mother.

She ran down while putting on her clothes, and I yelled. What the hell was that she stopped.

What's going on?I grabbed the handrail and said softly.

The ponytail shook, and the mother turned her face.

At that time, through the rotating stairs, accompanied by the child's ghost cry, a female voice came from the upper floor: Don't eat, right?Don't eat, right?I'll shout that I won't beat you to death if I'll kill you!

Apparently, my mother heard it, she lowered her eyelids and said: Ask your dad to go.

Uncontrollably, I shivered.

In an instant, Aunt Jiang's fat body, Hai Feisi, and the dead bats under the porch on the top floor. All of this was like sour water that could no longer be curbed and surged up from my stomach.

I had to take a few breaths.

And my mother lifted her feet and left.

I followed two steps and asked: Where are you going?

She stopped at least.

Across the corner of the stairs, I walked over my mother's head and stared at the red stains on the white wall behind her and said: Don't be as knowledgeable as him.

Yes, that's what I said.

I don't understand why I said that, it just popped out so appropriately, and I had no choice.

My mother turned her face and looked at me for a while, then finally carried her bag and said: Don’t talk about pig black.

I stayed in the corridor for a long time before I returned home tremblingly.

My father was sitting in the living room, and it was still a New Year's poetry party. As for whether he always looked in, I couldn't say it.

Grandma was still nagging in the room, and only God knew what she said.

After sitting on the sofa for a long time, my father asked, "Where is your mother."

I said I don't know.

So the right to speak was given to the fake hosts on TV.

He just sat there for a while and asked what to eat.

Maybe why, I suddenly became angry and stood up and said: If you don’t eat, you’ll have nothing to eat!

My father looked up at me in surprise.

Although his eyes immediately dropped, his limbs resumed after a while. He slid his hands and touched them in vain on both sides of his trouser pockets.

After hesitating, I threw the half box of red plums in my pocket over to him.

I had some salty rice at noon.

In my impression, this was the only meal my father could cook except for scrambled eggs and the noodles below.

As for pork ribs and veal, he said he would ask my uncle for advice. He didn’t learn the skills well last time, but it was better not to move this time.

Grandma ate lunch very well, of course, she would inevitably listen to her complaints. Heping didn’t know what was going on, why did she always make people angry?

Your mother, she is just stubborn, and I think (she) is getting older and older.

Beating is kissing or swearing or love. How can a couple not quarrel?The kids are so old, just don’t go too far!

After dinner, my father returned to Xiaolizhuang and called the nurse before leaving.

A wife in her thirties, neither black nor white, thin and tall, speaks softly, and God knows where grandma is so resentful.

I hid in the room and called my mother, and several of them were turned off in a row.

When she woke up, she actually called back.

Or to be precise, my mother called and messed up my last afternoon nap in 2004.

To be straightforward, she said she had something to go to Lincheng and just arrived.

She didn't say what was going on, and of course I didn't dare to ask.

After that there is silence.

After a long time, my mother asked what to eat for lunch.

I answered truthfully.

She asked the nurse again if he was here, and I said yes.

Then, my mother hung up the phone.

She said: I'm dead.

That's it.

Maybe for a second or two, there was an impulse in my body that drove me to say something, but before I could say anything, every word disappeared.

And the sky became cloudy at some point. I stared at the out-of-reach gray shadow outside the window and was stunned for a while, then I burped.

As you might expect, the salted rice is a little indigested.

That night, a few stupid people gathered together and got drunk.Somehow, we talked about the primeval forest.Someone said: International Frost Festival, awesome, awesome!

International Frost Festival?.Wang Weichao laughed, the soup and water in the hot pot were about to be splashed. I tell you, that dick thing is Ah, maybe it was splashed out with a water gun!

Damn, it's possible!Some people agree.

You know again?Do you want to take a look?If there is approval, there is opposition.

To be honest, Wang Weichao's view is a bit radical, but it is deeply in line with the actual situation of the primary stage of socialism in our country, so the dinner table was immediately divided into two factions, and there was a constant debate.

And unless you compare and compare this matter personally, it is difficult to reach any convincing conclusion.

Among the crowd, someone began to change the topic and asked who had been to the primeval forest!

I've been there!Although I don't know if I've been there, I still stood up.

How about it?

It's OK.

It must have been fun before development. In the past, there were tigers, wolves, leopards, and roe deer.Some idiots start to wrench their fingers.

Are you bragging, don’t you develop it?

You don’t understand this. Only those who have not developed are called primitive. If Jianye and others do this, is there any nonsense?Just fool the idiot!

Mom, is this also developed by your steel mill?The stupid force faced Wang Weichao.

The latter spitted out smoke rings and smiled but didn't answer, but the other dumbfounded answered: What do you think is, which project of dick Pinghai, Chen Jia Ge doesn't get a kick!

Maybe he was right, I shook my head and felt it was time to let go of water.

When I woke up early in the morning, it was snowing heavily, covering the sky and the ground.

Originally, everyone decided to condescend to the primeval forest for a walk, but now they were so happy that they were soaked.

Wang Weichao got two bird guns from somewhere, and the fools ran to beat the hare excitedly.

However, after running along the Pinghe Beach for more than ten miles, I didn't see any fart. Maybe my childhood memories were really a mess.

Just as we were squatting under the bridge hole and cooking, my mother called.

She said that the mountain was blocked by heavy snow, and she might not be able to go back in the past few days.

Although I knew that Lincheng was mountainous, I still asked her what mountain it was.

What mountain?I don’t know what kind of mountain it is just a valley.

What are you doing running there?I avoided the noisy idiots and finally asked.

If you have something to do.

I cleared my throat and didn't say anything.It’s not that I’m angry, but that I don’t know what to say.

Do Zhao XX still remember it?He is doing root carving here.

Zhao XX shouldn't say remember, he should say he knows.

Of course, my mother did mention him a few times.

He is considered a celebrity in the Ping Opera industry. He has written and directed several famous plays. He worked as a young actor and sold tofu in his early years. When Wu Zuguang was filming "Flower as a Mediator", he also worked on the crew. After retirement, he heard that he was thinking about paper cutting (I forgot the interview I saw in which newspaper). Now, he is now in a row with the root carving again.

Is it too easy for this veteran cadre to be artistic?

My mother once joked that she wanted to invite him to come out and be an art consultant or something. Now I am still a joke, and I can't be sure.

After learning about my mother's news, my father's emotions became much more stable.

But he would never talk to me, and naturally I wouldn't ask your dad to go.

There is no reason, this is the fact, the iron-like fact.

However, it is still unimaginable that a story similar to that in Yu Hua's novel will happen to us father and son.

An incredible nightmare.

If Aunt Jiang is a nightmare, maybe Niu Xiuqin is also one.

In a state of anxiety and anxiety, I almost forgot this person until a call on the morning of January 1, 2005.

She kindly invited me to have hot pot.

After hesitation, I went any further.

I thought I was not interested, but I didn't want to overestimate Big Head.

Amid the old aunt's exaggerated and obscene words, I ejaculated twice in a row.

Even so, I still feel unsatisfied, and I feel like I am really finished.

After finishing Niu Xiuqin, she asked me to wash it first, but she rushed in halfway.

Scrub the bath and wash your hair.

I’ll see if my aunt treats you well, she said, “I don’t even bring this kind of thing to your uncle.”

I didn't understand what this meant, so I had to frown.

Niu Xiuqin took a handful under my crotch: "What are you, what kind of temper you have all day long?"Not as good as your surname Niu!

However, I don't even think of the last name.

Perhaps it was because of my hunger, I quickly dressed it neatly after I came out of the bathroom.

It was so fast that Niu Xiuqin was stunned when she saw it.

Yo!

She shook her breasts.

I smiled and naturally sat down on the black leather chair next to the computer desk.

Even improvised, I fucked my pockets with both hands and used my butt to flexibly turn around.

Niu Xiuqin sat in front of the dressing mirror and tossed her hair for a while.

She said something, but disappeared from the buzzing of the hair dryer.

When she twisted her butt and moved to the bed again, I asked her what she did when she went to Pingyang last time.

Of course, it's just a blind question and nothing to say.

Much care!While spreading her plump body, she curled her lips.

Who is that guy? Who is wearing a white mask?I walked around again and asked at the same time.

Tsk, what's going on!Niu Xiuqin smiled and suddenly threw a pillow over.

To be ashamed, I staggered and almost shook out the USB flash drive with body temperature in my pocket.Too exaggerated.

Niu Xiuqin is even more exaggerated.

She just lay on the bed with her breasts half open, making several calls in a row.

The first one was called to her son, that is, Dongdong.

Maybe the thin monkey wearing gold-rimmed glasses is there too.

She asked them where they were playing and whether they had a meal. Of course, she did not forget to emphasize that she was very busy.

The second one should be a job, it’s a long time to talk about.

Hearing right, he mentioned a project in the city basketball city.

There is another third one, maybe it was called to a friend, and he spoke casually, and it took him a long time to say something, maybe this one was longer.

When I felt that I had reached the limit of patience, Niu Xiuqin turned over and pointed to the wardrobe.

I whispered: What?

What, find some underwear, what.Her voice was neither high nor low, but she had no intention of covering it.

So I went to find underwear.

Under her careful guidance, I finally brought out a set of black lace.

However, it was not over yet. After taking the underwear, she suddenly patted her head (and didn't really take it). She said: Forgot everything, give my aunt some lotion, I'll do it!

Even if I was reluctant, I still found the designated one from countless bottles and jars and applied it to the aunt.

Then, then front.

Niu Xiuqin held her cell phone leisurely, and shone her eyes with a smile, like a piece of dough ready to ferment at any time.

She tried about 10,000 weight loss methods and finally concluded that the most effective one was to control her mouth.

Of course, this is the most convenient way.

She giggled as she applied her breasts, and I wondered how the person on the other end of the phone ended with such a conversation partner.

Immediately afterwards, she spread her legs apart.

Inevitably, I saw her pussy.

As if to show off his leisure, Niu Xiuqin stretched out her feet and scratched her crotch (to be precise, she scratched her USB drive in her left pocket).

At the same time, she laughed again: Don't be honest, Ah?

God is above.

After finally hanging up the phone (it might be the other party who hung up the phone first), Niu Xiuqin asked me whether to eat lunch at home or go out.

I said anything.

She said she had to go out to buy vegetables if she wanted to eat at home.

I said let's go out and eat it, but the last time the beef of red wine was really good.

Yes, that's what I said.

Niu Xiuqin gave me a blank look: I had a long time ago, but he still pretended to behave!

It took a lot of effort to dress neatly and go out.

As soon as Niu Xiuqin left, I turned on the phone.

I can't tell why, my palms are full of sweat when I insert the USB flash drive.

As expected, it was easy and easy, the 40G hidden drive letter appeared in front of you like a shy girl.

Unfortunately, there is a partition password.

To be honest, this was expected.

I was deeply moved by my persistence.

But the password is not easy to break.

The blue progress bar is like epilepsy, going back and forth, endlessly.

Although there were no wall clocks or similar things in the room, I still heard the ticks of the pointer.

It may take about five or six minutes or seven minutes. This is really hard to say, and a sudden sound of footsteps came from the stairs.

Like a conditioned reflex, I immediately restarted the computer.

I felt my hair stand up, and my hands holding the USB flash drive were shaking gently.

In an instant, the door was unscrewed.

Forget it, this cold weather is like a long time. The aunt is going back and forth. The person who came with a bag leaned against the door and said, "I think we'd better go out."Have hot pot, hurry up!