Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian bought early morning air tickets on the 24th. As soon as they landed, they received Sheng Mingyang's WeChat message saying that he had another dinner party during the day and asked them to get home and rest by themselves. The dinner for the New Year's Eve in the evening had been booked in advance.
No matter how busy Sheng Mingyang was in the past, New Year's Eve would definitely be free. This year, a dinner party was suddenly arranged, and I knew that I was hiding.
While he hoped that Shengwang would come back for the New Year, he could not save face. The small building in Baima Longtang is a special existence, and it has witnessed the gathering and separation of four people from two families. On that occasion, when he saw Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian who had returned together, he really didn't know what to say in the first sentence.
The old comrade has been shrewd for most of his life and is good at saying all kinds of beautiful words. In the end, the only one who can't deal with it is his son.
Sheng Wang of course knew what his psychology was, but he silently accepted the restaurant location shared by the other party, and did not expose it.
While waiting for the luggage, Sheng Wang received a call. Jiang Tian listened to him confirming the orientation and parking area with the other party, and asked, "Who is calling?"
Sheng Wang said, "Little Uncle Chen."
Jiang Tian hadn't heard this title for a long time. He was stunned for a moment and then returned to his senses. Sheng Wang had already come over with his luggage. He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in front of Jiang Tian and said, "Return to the soul."
Jiang Tian pressed down his confusing fingers: "He's already here?"
"Yes, to the parking lot."
Jiang Tian subconsciously looked at the orientation sign of the parking lot overhead, but was pulled by Sheng Wang to the escalator: "Why are you looking at the sign, just look at me."
At this airport, Jiang Tian only walked through the departure, not the arrival. Sheng Wang has come and gone many times over the years, and every time he is in a hurry, this time is the exception.
The naked eye can see that the eldest young master is in a good mood, quite a bit like an emperor on a tour, and brags in front of his brother without any scruples: "It's hard to say elsewhere, I'm really familiar with the airport, and I can use it as a living navigator for you, free of charge. ."
Jiang Tian pushed the luggage cart and said "um": "Free ones are prone to problems."
"Fart." Sheng Wang stretched out his hand and said, "You can give me money."
Jiang Tian took out his mobile phone from his pocket, patted it in his hand, and lifted it up before he tightened his fingers: "Prove it first."
"Prove what?"
"Worth the money."
"You ask, I can point you to any store you want."
Jiang Tian made another "um" and asked, "Where is Xi?"
Sheng Wang: "… "
Well, the whole paragraph is broken.
The eldest young master has been galloping in the rivers and lakes for several years, and has traveled to many places at home and abroad, but he still can't tell the difference between east, west, north and south. The living body navigator encountered Waterloo as soon as it opened, and it didn't deceive a penny.
During the Spring Festival travel period, everywhere is busy, the parking lot is overcrowded, and the private car network traffic congestion has become a long queue, and it is impossible to tell who is who. Sheng Wang called Uncle Chen and started a question-and-answer tug-of-war on "Where is the car?"
Xiao Chen changed countless ways of describing it, and finally collapsed: "Just following a white car with double flash."
Sheng Wang said, "Uncle, the most common cars here are white cars. Which one doesn't have a double flash? Why don't you give me a range, and let's find them all the way."
Xiao Chen added: "The K area is to the north."
Sheng Wang was silent for two seconds, then put the phone directly to his brother: "Come on, I only recognize left and right."
His brother didn't forget to ask, "Aren't you living navigation?"
"bankrupt."
As a result, it only took Jiang Tian two minutes to find the car, and the living body navigation directly changed from bankruptcy to autism.
Xiao Chen has not changed, his hair is still the simplest style, and his clothes this season are also the same lapel short jacket. He got out of the car to help with the luggage, paused when he saw Jiang Tian, then smiled and said with emotion: "I've grown taller again, but he's still so handsome, eh?"
Some places are like this, a simple person, a road, a building can make people dream of youth. Jiang Tian was sitting in the back seat of Xiao Chen's car, and he had this feeling when he saw Sheng Wang leaning beside him in a drowsy state. At one point, he even wanted to roll up his sleeves to his elbows, as if he was still wearing that blue and white school uniform.
Xiao Chen had other things to do, so he sent them to the gate of the courtyard of Baima Longtang and drove away along another road. Jiang Tian stood at the door watching Sheng Wang enter the password, and found that the number had not changed after so many years, it was still the same string he was told. After the door was opened, the faint smell of detergent in the room was the same as before.
In the past few years, every time Jiang Tian thinks of this house, this smell always emerges in front of his nose. That was his last memory of here, and it wasn't very good. So long as he smelled it, he subconsciously felt that he had just run tens of thousands of miles.
Fortunately, the person who could not be found at the beginning was standing beside him at the moment, talking and laughing, within reach, so the smell became milder, no longer so empty and deserted.
The moment he clasped Sheng Wang's fingers, he finally realized clearly that they would have a long, long time, long enough to slowly cover the lost, sad, and empty years.
The building is well-lit, but as long as it is cleaned and no one is there for a long time, the house will become dark and cold. Sheng Wang was the same as before. After changing his shoes, he started looking for the remote control and turned on the air conditioner all the way. It doesn't matter where others are nesting, anyway, one that should be opened can't be missed. In summer, it must be cool enough to wrap a quilt, and in winter, it must be warm enough to wear a single coat.
Jiang Tian followed behind him, and the discomfort at the door just now faded away in someone's various small movements, and there was nothing left.
The eldest young master went straight to the second floor like a thief, opened the bedroom door where Jiang Tian lived, and said, "I knew it!"
"What?" Jiang Tian asked.
"Didn't I say that cleaning one room is enough?" Sheng Wang pushed the door open completely, raised his chin and said, "Well, the old comrade didn't cooperate at all, so Aunt Sun took care of two rooms."
When he was in his teens, he felt that Sheng Mingyang never listened to him. Seeing these behaviors now, I just find it a little funny.
Sheng Mingyang showed the harmony that a businessman should have. Although 800 people were unwilling, he fully reflected the generosity of his elders in tidying up Jiang Tian's bedroom. The sheets and quilt covers are all brand new, and Aunt Sun didn't change them. At least the quilts were sun-dried, fluffy and warm...
Of course, the psychology of wanting Jiang Tian to sleep here honestly is also obvious.
Sheng Wang opened his bedroom door again, but he wanted to laugh even more.
Because there were two nondescript quilts on the bed, it was not Aunt Sun's tidying habit at first glance. He waved at Jiang Tian, bent over to check the corners of the two quilts, and then pinched one of the quilt corners and said, "See, this kind of quilt has not been pulled properly and has a dent, don't ask, it must be me. Dad did it himself."
It can be seen that Aunt Sun only made a quilt here. Sheng Mingyang thought about it and thought that it would not work - what if the two of them had to squeeze into one room? So stubbornly added another bed. Sheng Wang saw the struggle of the old comrade from the sunken corner of the quilt.
He leaned on Jiang Tian's shoulder and laughed for a long time, then took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the corner, and sent it to Sheng Mingyang on WeChat.
I don't want this hand: Dad, what did you do
After a while, Sheng Mingyang replied: "Where did I come from this kung fu?"
I don't want this hand: oh
I don't want this hand anymore: then I will ask Auntie Sun to go, she hasn't seen her for a year, how has her craft deteriorated
Two words and one force, the old comrade's face and restraint were completely shattered. As soon as Sheng Wang finished replying, he called after him with a helpless tone: "Are you home?"
"Just entered." Sheng Wang said.
"I can't get out of here, you can make do with it at noon." Sheng Mingyang pondered for a while, and finally took the initiative to mention another, "Don't order takeout. I remember Xiao Tian can cook some, right? There is food in the kitchen. Or you can call Sister Sun. phone."
Hearing the name "Xiao Tian" from his mouth again, Jiang Tian was a little surprised.
Sheng Wang blinked at his brother and said to his mobile phone, "Let's go to Wutong in a while. Grandpa Ding arrived at the house yesterday, and lunch should be settled there."
"Okay, the box I booked for the evening has enough space. If the old man wants to, let's have a New Year's Eve dinner together." Sheng Mingyang used to come here like this.
Sheng Wang made an "oh" and said a few more words. Just before hanging up, he added wickedly: "By the way, Dad—"
Sheng Mingyang thought he had something to do: "Huh?"
"I've just been on hands-free."
"you… "
Sheng Mingyang was silent for two seconds before hanging up.
It was almost noon when the two finished packing and went outside the Wutong. The long alley was filled with the fragrance of food, and there were old men and granddaughters who came back with their grandchildren. When they saw Jiang Tian, they would drag him and say, "I haven't seen you in a few years, you've grown up!"
Jiang Tian probably never had such frequent greetings in his life, but the old man always asked a few questions, and he was forced to become a repeater. Sheng Wang just put his hands in his pockets and watched the play with a smile, and even if he didn't help, he deliberately invited the old man to ask a few more questions.
It took them half an hour for a straight alley, and when they finally reached the end, Dr. Jiang's face was paralyzed. He glanced at someone and asked, "Is it fun?"
"It's alright." Sheng Wang couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.
But soon he couldn't laugh anymore, because as soon as he stepped into the long-lost small yard, the old man who was busy pruning and watering the flowerpot turned around.
When old man Ding's face was sullen, the lines on the corners of his mouth were pulled down, and he looked fierce and difficult to get close to. But the moment he saw Sheng Wang clearly, the two stiff wrinkles formed an arc, and the whole person became kind and kind. He took off his reading glasses, put down the old-fashioned large scissors, and grasped Shengwang like a dead branch.
For a moment, Sheng Wang thought that he would call him "Xiao Wang" twice, or called him "Xiao Tian" by mistake, and then like the old people in the alley, he said with emotion, "I haven't seen you for a few years, but I've grown so big." a few words.
Who knew that the old man just squeezed his shoulder and said dissatisfiedly, "Why do you only wear so much! Isn't it cold in class?"
Sheng Wang was stunned for a few seconds.
Jiang Tian lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "The old man is fine, but sometimes the concept of time is a bit messy."
…may think we come every day.
Sheng Wang made an "oh" and grabbed the old man's hand instead. He lowered his head and blinked a few times quickly, until he blinked away the heat in his eyes, and then said to the old man, "It's okay, grandpa, the classroom is air-conditioned, you can see that my hands are hot."