Chapter 1

As soon as I came out of the dormitory building, I felt the scorching heat wave.

It's only April, I'm wearing cotton coats two days ago.

I lifted my shirt, patted my belly, and shouted fucking, which caused two girls passing by in front of the door to laugh.

But there was no way, I could only walk towards the school gate with the sun.

Everything is not new in the sun, but it is vivid enough.

Especially the young girls who embellish on campus.

In addition, I found that some young men had already put on T-shirts and vests, which was too exaggerated and it was really funny.

Now at least one or more boys are watching NBA live broadcasts around various monitors.

Today is the key battle for the Rockets to advance to the playoffs, facing the Nuggets at home.

On April 8, the Clippers sank and stopped five consecutive losses, the Rockets were in great momentum.

On the other hand, if the Spurs take the Timberwolves, the Rockets will lock in the top seven.

Unfortunately, today's game was a bit unsatisfactory. In the first half, the Nuggets led by 10 points and crushed the Rockets' 36% with a shooting percentage of 59%.

The two sides fought hard in the third quarter, and the score rose anxiously.

When I went out, I was almost halfway through the third quarter. Barry received an assist from Anthony and made a long three-pointer, and the Nuggets led by 9 points 66-57.

Yao obviously was not in shape, with 4 of 12 shots and 4 rebounds. As Van Gundy said, he was too interested in gains and losses.

I am such a person too.

The more you care about what you will lose, the more you will lose. I only recently learned a word called Murphy's Law.

It was the weekend and there was a rush of people at the school gate.

Everyone is trying hard to enjoy this brilliant spring.

I suddenly remembered that my mother was also visiting me at this time last year.

It was SARS and the school was closed, and outsiders and items were not allowed to enter.

Outside the door are parents of students from inside and outside, and inside the door are crowded with students. With the anxious and desolate atmosphere, it seems like they are visiting prison.

My mother looked at me through the iron gate, so anxious that she almost burst into tears.

I pointed to the side and signaled her to walk east along the wall.

I walked about five or six hundred meters and had a corner, and there was a two-meter-long iron fence on each side.

I went up and tried it, and sure enough, two iron bars were taken off with a slight break.

This is our work during the first year of military training.

I am a big man of 1.83 meters and it took a lot of effort to squeeze out.

Looking around, I couldn't see anyone, and I thought to myself that my silly mother was patted by someone with a snap: Which one is from, are there any rules?

Then she was hugged and she cried and said: My son.

The same is true today.I was dizzy when facing a pot of porridge, and I was patted on my shoulder.Looking back, a fragrant Lady was smiling at me: I'm stupid, where can I look?

I firmly believe that if there is still a kind of beauty that can inadvertently penetrate all things in the world, it is my mother's smile: her beautiful eyes are curved, her lips are stretched, her white teeth are white, her eyes are bright, she is abundant, full and round and warm, and everything around her seems silent as she flows through her eyes.

Let's go and have a meal first.

She took my arm, twisted and left. At this moment I didn't even have time to call me mom.

The matter is done?

There was a refreshing fragrance, and I felt a little stiff.

No, I still have to talk about it.

My mother is about 1.68 meters tall and is wearing a pair of short black high heels. Her steps are not big and her steps are light.I can't keep up.

Where to eat?

I took my mother's windbreaker and handbag.She had a side parted head today and tied a bun high up on the back of her head. She was simple, capable, dignified and elegant.I could feel the gaze coming from all around me.

Anyway, ask me about your territory?

Mom pounded my ribs with her elbow and asked with her face raised.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but every time my mother goes out, she always exudes a lively atmosphere, or is naughty and cute, which is very different from the gentle, gentle, serious and serious old mother at home.

I looked slightly on my face and saw her crystal earlobes, snow-white neck, and plump chest curves, and I couldn't help feeling panic.

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I entered several restaurants one after another and were crowded. Before I knew it, my mother and I walked along the winding paths in the university town to the town.

There is a donkey meat restaurant opposite the town government, and there are not many people at that time, so we found a seat by the window and sat down.

The boss's wife hurriedly greeted me and praised me for having a beautiful sister from where I got me.

My mother was happy and didn't expose it.

Finally, I ordered a signature dish made of donkey meat and cold bean curd, and ordered a large and small donkey meat stir-fried noodles.

So cooked, often eat Ah here?

My mother handed me a heart-to-heart seal.She had plain nails at some point, and they were shiny.

Ah, occasionally, the piano room is quite close to here.

Only then did I have time to look at my mother carefully.

She was wearing a beige slit knitted gown with a small V-neck that exposed a slender pink neck.

The lower body is a pair of light gray striped casual pants, with a small trumpet opening, covering the feet fluffy.

My mother has a typical sloping shoulders, thin waist, wide hips, short upper body, long lower body, and very difficult to buy ready-made clothes, especially trousers. She is either thick waist or narrow hips. Over the years, most of her clothes have been customized by Lu's.

Pinghai Lu family is a long-standing ancestral handicraft store. It is well-known in several neighboring counties and cities. If you trace the origin, you can go to the reign of Emperor Qianlong.

After the cooperation in the 1950s, it disappeared for a while and reopened in the early 1980s. After a period of popularity, business became increasingly bleak in the mid-to-late 1990s.

Unexpectedly, the customization of ready-to-wear has been quite popular in the past two years. The name of Lu's handicraft workshop shines again with the dawn of the new century.

After talking so much, what I want to say is that my mother's pants should be produced by Lu's.

Hey, why are you stunned?

My mother tilted her head and looked at her feet under the table, stomped suspiciously, and continued, "You said you don't read more books, what's the matter if you do these useless things all day long?"

Oh, it's coming again.

Oh, didn’t you agree to take care of that little girl for your mother to take a look last time? Why didn’t you see anyone?

She has classes.

You just lie to me, old woman, Ah?What class will you take on Saturday?

There are really classes, there are too many bastard teachers, but you don’t know.

To be honest, we have a civil law class today, but most of them skip class and watch football.

I really don’t know, tell me how bad the teacher is.

My mother snorted and pouted, what's her name?

Chen Yao Ah, how many times have you said it?

Oh, you're impatient?Before this wife can marry her, she will kick her mother away.

My mother raised her eyebrows, brought her face over through the table, and looked at me carefully.

So close, I could see the little bit of sweat on her forehead, and even her perky eyelashes could clearly see.

The familiar peach blossom eyes were slightly ill, and there was an intoxicating blush around the eyes. The thick and straight eyebrows were gently locked up, and they were jokingly raised. The nose was small and fleshy, slightly raised. The plump and plump lips seemed to have not changed for so many years.

My mother put on some light makeup, her skin was still fair and tight, and her plump oval face was filled with a soft luster.

I don’t know if it was blush or the hot weather, but her pretty face was blushing, which made my heart suddenly jump.

I wanted to say something funny, but I lost the words for a while. I could only wipe my nose and pressed backwards.

A few rays of sunlight swept through, and you can clearly see the dust in the air.

Hahaha, you, you.

The mother smiled and pulled her face backwards.Under the sunlight, a few crow's feet appeared on the corners of her eyes.My mother is 42 years old this year, after all.

I couldn't help but take out the cigarette, and as soon as I put it on, I was quickly snatched away by a small hand.

When you thrust, you will know when you will become your dad?Confiscated.

Also disappearing were cigarette boxes and lighters on the table.

My mother put them in her handbag with a stern face, and while her hands flew, she refracted several metal lights from her right wrist.

It was an oriental double lion watch, a birthday gift I gave to my mother last year.

To be ashamed, it is the first time I have grown up.

It was 75% off, more than 1,800 yuan, and it took half of the scholarship.

This incident made my father very depressed. Every time I saw the watch, I couldn't help but say that I was biased and only recognized my mother but not my father.

I could only nod my head as my mother's proud laughter: I will make up for the scholarship next time I will give you a scholarship next time!

At this time the donkey meat came up.

I handed my mother the chopsticks.

The boss's wife blinked at me, making me wonder what to say.

My mother carefully picked up a piece, put it in her mouth and savored it carefully, and said: Oh, it's not bad, it's almost done by your grandpa.

We laughed in unison, which attracted everyone's attention.

My grandfather is a national first-class piano player and plays the piano. He was also a young student when he was young. He couldn't rest in his spare time in the past few years. On a whim, he learned to fry donkey meatballs.

Honestly, the taste is pretty good and the business is booming.

The next year, he expanded his confidence and squeezed half of the donkey's sauce meat. As a result, his relatives, friends, neighbors and neighbors received half a pot of black blocks.

This has become my grandfather’s biggest joke and is mentioned every festival.My cousin even invented an idiom: play the piano against a donkey.

Speaking of which, my mother’s ability to run a Pingju Art Troupe is all due to her grandparents’ connections accumulated in the industry.

This time I went to Pingyang to discuss taking over the Pingju School of Youjin.

Youjin Yàn is the closed disciple of Hua Yueling, the master of Pingju of the Nanhua School. She is a senior brother and sister of the same school as Zeng Grandpa Zeng Grandpa. Grandpa has to call her uncle.

Pingju School was very prosperous in the 1980s and 1990s. Children of poor people, who have good congenital conditions, will be sent to the stove for training.

First, you don’t spend money, second, you become a quick talent, and third, compared with fiercely competitive general education, learning opera is also a way out.

But it all became the past.

Times are changing with each passing day. In the face of the huge waves of modern popular culture, the opera market is constantly eroding, and the younger generation has no interest in these traditional, old, and not cool things at all.

With the development of general education and the rise of vocational education, where can there be an old society juggling apprenticeship system? The place where the school stands?

After the death of Yujin Yàn in 2002, the Pingju School she founded was even more neglected, and she could not receive a few students throughout the year.

The whole school gathered, and there were more teachers than students.

In 2001, my mother resigned from school, ran around, and started the Pingju Art Troupe.

It's extremely difficult to start, and it has gradually stabilized in the past two years, and it seems to be pretty good.

Last year, the Red Star Theater, the base of the former city singing and dancing troupe, was contracted, and the old office building was also demolished and rebuilt.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that my mother had the idea of ​​taking over Pingju School and transforming it into a comprehensive art school.

Youjin Yàn is a native of Pinghai, but her children all settled in Pingyang, the provincial capital, and now the legal representative of Pingju School is her daughter.

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I ate the stir-fried noodles and sweated heavily.My mother went to the bathroom to make up.The proprietress came over to clean up the table and asked me with a smirk: Who is this?

Gods and ghosts are sent to me, and I stammer, and I can't tell you why.

The boss lady cut it, just laughed, and didn't ask any more questions.

It was already more than a minute after coming out of the donkey meat restaurant, and there was no cloud in the blue sky.

My mother said that she was in a hurry when she came out this time, and she didn't bring me anything, so she was about to turn into the fruit shop next door. She couldn't stop me by saying it.

When she came out, she had a net bag in her hand and put a few grapefruits on her hands. Seeing that I looked reluctant, she said: Why, I think my mother didn’t buy it well?Can't show it?

I said: What does it mean?

My mother said: I bought it for Chen Yao.

I curled my lips and didn't say anything.My mother took my arm and said: Hold it, sink.Don't worry, my son can eat too, you can give me a gift for dinner.

What can I say when I have such a mom?

At this time, my mother's cell phone rang.

The ringtone is a famous passage by Leng Yuefang in "The Legend of Seals": I seem to be so tough in the twelfth lunar month, and I am always isolated and helpless and lost my geese...

A little bit sonorous, a little bit sad, the blue sky is sunny and the scorching sun is like fire, I have a cold war for no reason.

My mother hesitated for a few seconds before she took the call and said that she had just died before she could finish the matter.

I asked casually who Ah, and my mother said to an old classmate and heard that she wanted to meet in Pingyang.

I arrived at the school gate without saying a few words along the way.

After meal time, there are too few people.

I stood opposite my mother, and there seemed to be thousands of words in my heart, but I couldn't say anything.

My mother put her hand on my shoulder and patted her gently.

I looked around and asked my mother to say hello to my father.The mother smiled and said: Ah, Lin Lin has grown up!

I smiled bitterly in an old age, and after laughing, I felt even older.The two of them stood like this, looking at each other speechlessly.

The Uyghur boy selling naan on the side whistled with interest.

My mother was holding a chestnut windbreaker and a quiet smile on her face. Her satin-like hair became darker and brighter in the sun.

At this time, "Legend of Seal" sounded again.

The mother picked it up and the other party said something. The mother said no, and she could beat her.

I hurriedly asked: Why, didn’t you drive here?

My mother said that she was a ride-sharing company, and she would not sit in vain if she didn't sit in it, and she smiled.After taking the driver's license exam the year before yesterday, my mother bought a Picasso, which is much more convenient for performances.

I stepped forward and stopped a taxi.My mother patted my shoulder again, frowned slightly, and said: Lin Lin, Mom has left, I have something to call.

I nodded and nodded.

She leaned over and got into the rear seat.

In an instant, the back of the sweater floated up, revealing the round and fat buttocks wrapped in casual pants, which were huge and plump and plump.

I felt my throat itchy and I couldn't help but clench the net pocket in my hand.