Except for the occasional confusion and a hunched back, the old man is fine everywhere. His voice is still loud, his face is still fierce, and his biggest hobby is still watching TV. The channels are always going back and forth between military, news, and agriculture. If there is another bear thing like Gao Tianyang to climb the roof, he will definitely be able to pick up the broom and beat people down.
Originally, Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian had negotiated to cook, but as soon as they washed their hands, they were blasted out of the kitchen by the old man like a duck. He said with a sullen face: "What's the matter with the two of you, just stay there."
"I'm actually okay." Sheng Wang struggled, "If you don't believe me, let me try."
"Go!" The old man was not polite at all, "Go back and bring me a pot of broken belly dumplings, who will eat them?"
"Don't worry, I produce and sell it myself, I will eat it." Sheng Wang stretched out a finger and stabbed his brother.
Jiang Tian: "...and me."
The old man rolled his eyes: "except Xiao Tian, who will pay attention to you."
Sheng Wang hooked Jiang Tian's shoulders, leaned against the kitchen door and smiled. The old man gestured towards them with a kitchen knife, and then with a loud voice, he called the mute who had just entered the door.
In fact, in the past few years, every time Shengwang returned to his hometown, he would pass by Wutong. The old man was not there, and the boss of Xile Zhao was not there. He was afraid that the life of being dumb would become boring and difficult. It just so happened that every time he came, the door to this small courtyard was locked, and the mute never knew where he was busy, picking up waste, or tending his small vegetable field.
Only later did Sheng Wang hear from Zhao Xi that his parents couldn't stay in Beijing at all, and they went to Jiangsu when they felt better. They stayed in their hometown for several months every year. dumb friend.
When he heard that, Sheng Wang felt that the bond between people was often deeper and longer than it seemed.
Dumb is very happy these days. From his perspective, all the neighbors and friends he is familiar with have gone home, batch after batch, very lively, as it should be during the New Year.
He's been in joy lately. Boss Zhao got a large batch of high-quality longan and candied dates, and he was helping to pack the bags. On the 30th day of the new year, I brought back two big bags, one for the old man and one for the two young ones.
Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian actually didn't like to eat too sweet things, but they were very happy with them. Because they know that for people of this age, the best New Year's blessing is that every day in the future will be very sweet.
The two are not good at preparing New Year gifts for their elders. They bought supplements in a proper manner. After all, what they hope most is that the old men live a long life. But when I was waiting for dinner, I changed my mind, sneaked to the nearest mall, and bought two smart phones suitable for the elderly.
Needless to say, old man Ding has been using it all the time, just to update him. As for dumb...
They just couldn't see him being alone, especially when the excitement was dissipating, he stood there babbling and waving his hands, so people couldn't bear to leave. Although he couldn't make calls with his mobile phone, he could write anyway.
Sheng Wang adjusted the input method for him, and taught him how to use it step by step: "You can talk about whatever you want. You can send it to Boss Zhao, Lao Mao, me or Jiang Tian."
Dumb and the old man were so excited that they got the new gadget, they sat in the small rattan chairs and sent messages face to face for an afternoon. The efficiency was better than the sign language they created.
Jiang Tian pointed at the old man's back and said, "Does it look familiar?"
Sheng Wang had a question mark on his forehead: "No, what's wrong?"
Jiang Tian: "I look familiar."
"Why?" the eldest young master asked seriously.
As a result, Dr. Jiang said calmly: "You used to have this posture on WeChat when you were bored in class."
Sheng Wang: "… "
He was silent for two seconds, took the freshly peeled orange flesh, and then beat his brother out with the orange peel.
This day’s dinner was booked at a private kitchen restaurant. The owner is an old Beijinger. When he was a child, Sheng Wang especially liked his family’s fried red fruit, boiled shrimp balls and pea yellow. He ordered them to eat every three days. Sheng Mingyang can meet any requirements except that he has no time to accompany him.
In fact, Shengwang's taste changed when he got older, but the information update of old comrades is like the replacement of mobile phones, always a few steps behind young people, still staying many years ago, stubbornly remembering those three dishes.
This should be the New Year's Eve dinner with the most people in the past few years. Sheng Wang brought the old man and the mute, but it was not very lively. After all, Comrade Sheng Mingyang still had some dismay in his heart, and the chat was all supported by emotional intelligence. Getting up was lackluster, neither pleasant nor dull, mostly innocuous.
The old comrades engaged in too many entertainments, and they were a bit "occupational disease". So when it came to the end, he didn't hold back and tried to push—
Shaking the last bit of wine in his glass, he asked unintentionally, "Isn't Xiao Tim graduating yet?"
Jiang Tian nodded and said, "There are still two years."
"Then you have to leave after finishing the project?"
"right."
The old comrade said "oh", took a sip of wine, and glanced at his son meaningfully, but his own son suddenly said: "Since we have talked, I will tell you first."
Sheng Mingyang's intuition was not good, he paused with his finger on the cup, and asked, "What did you say?"
Sheng Wang said: "I may also go out when the time comes."
Sheng Mingyang was full of lawsuits: "What do you mean by going out? What are you doing out?"
"The company has expats." Sheng Wang said, "I chatted with them a while ago..."
Sheng Mingyang vomited a mouthful of blood and silently put down the cup. The old comrade didn't want to hear some bullshit, he only knew that he regretted it for a moment.
He seemed to be playing a game of fancy billiards. He hit a black one with one shot, twisted and twisted on the edge of the table for a long time, and then hit a white one again, and then both pocketed. When Jiang Tian was sent out, who could have imagined that there would be such a roundabout follow-up, after more than six years, Sheng Wang was finally arched out.
But he couldn't say anything to refute, after all, he shot the first shot himself.
The owner of the restaurant gave them a generous serving of sheep and scorpions, and the old comrade ate a little while chatting. After eating, he got angry and his mouth hurt. When You Qi came home and saw the two little ones entering the same room, it hurt even more.
In contrast, Sheng Wang was in a good mood.
Although the atmosphere of the New Year's Eve dinner is not far from "happy and happy", it is all to be expected. In fact, the fact that they can sit at a table and eat a full meal means the beginning of the melting iceberg.
In addition, at 12 o'clock on New Year's Eve, Jiang Tian received Jiang Ou's WeChat. The content was actually very simple. It was nothing more than wishing his son a happy New Year and asking him to rest. Just added an extra sentence at the end of the blessing.
She said: After drinking the bar, remember to soak in some honey water to avoid a headache tomorrow.
Although it was only sent to one person, it was clearly not addressed to one person. Maybe it's just a simple exhortation, nothing else. But when Sheng Wang saw this sentence, he felt inexplicably that in another year or two, maybe they could really sit together and eat dumplings like that night outside the Wutong many years ago.
On the morning of the second day of the new year, Sheng Wang set an alarm clock, but he still got up a little late accidentally.
It was past 8 o'clock when he opened his eyes, the bedroom downstairs was open, the bedding was neatly spread, Sheng Mingyang had already set off for the early flight, and he didn't have time to have breakfast with his son.
Of course, it may also be deliberately not wanting to eat, after all, the old comrade is still getting angry, and there is a big blister on his mouth.
Not long after the air conditioner was turned off, Sheng Wang turned it on one by one, looking for food downstairs in a sweater and trousers. He grabbed his hair and flipped the pot in the kitchen, then turned to the refrigerator and saw the note pressed on it.
Sheng Mingyang wrote a good word that Shengwang didn't inherit. Compared with Jiang Tian's, he was thicker and more mellow. At first glance, he was a business school:
"Catch a flight, the return date is uncertain. If you don't arrive home on the seventh day of the new year, you and Xiao Tian will set off for Beijing on your own. - Dad"
When Sheng Wang was holding the note, Jiang Tian came over with the smell of mint after washing. A certain eldest master likes to turn on the air conditioner all night. When he wakes up in the morning, his throat is dry and hot, and turning on the humidifier is useless.
Jiang Tian took a bottle of water from the refrigerator, unscrewed it, took two mouthfuls to moisten his throat, and then asked, "Your dad kept it?"
"Yeah." Sheng Wang's voice was still hoarse, "You haven't read his note before, have you? I'll translate it for you, it means I'm leaving, you two can do it for yourself. After the holiday, get out of here as soon as possible. ."
Jiang Tian responded briefly and vaguely, then touched someone's lower lip with the mouth of the bottle and asked, "Did you not drink water?"
"Oh, I forgot." Sheng Wang took a few sips into his hand, "I said why my voice is so hoarse, I thought you did something secretly while I was sleeping."
After he opened his mouth to drink, Jiang Tian had already withdrawn the bottle and turned away.
The eldest young master drank and followed with a smile: "Don't run, Dr. Jiang, why are you so funny."
Jiang Tian turned on the TV, sat down on the sofa with half a bottle of water, and picked up the app with the remote control: "I have the ability to tease in front of your dad."
"That won't work, middle-aged and elderly people don't have a smooth cardiovascular system. Don't get angry with blood clots." Sheng Wang took a water bottle from his hand and said, "Besides, in the eyes of Comrade Sheng Mingyang, his son is polite and not a hooligan. If something happens, it must be someone else's problem."
After he finished speaking, he pondered for a while, and Chong Jiang Tian said, "I can almost imagine your image in my dad's mind."
Jiang Tian: "…"
The eldest young master thought about it with the mouth of the bottle in his mouth and said, "You have been wronged. In order to make up for it, I decided to make you breakfast by myself. Are you happy?"
Dr. Jiang was not happy, he glanced at someone, took out his mobile phone and started to look through the takeout. Sheng Wang threw the water bottle aside, pressed one knee on the sofa, and went around his neck: "What do you mean by taking out takeout?"
Jiang Tian was hugged between his elbows, his Adam's apple moved slightly and he laughed softly.
Although Jiang Tian didn't have any hope for someone's cooking skills, he still reluctantly agreed to be a guinea pig. Anyway, someone and old man Ding teamed up for him to eat all kinds of strange things, and it was not bad this time.
After all, he is the boyfriend he picked, so what else can he do.
Jiang Tian originally wanted to use "help" as an excuse to go to the kitchen and stare at him, but someone locked the sliding door directly and gave him a "please" through the glass, signaling him to stay away and not to interfere, so he had to give up.
In fact, there was a reason for Sheng Wang to do this. As soon as Jiang Tian left, he took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket, opened WeChat and chatted with Gao Tianyang and the others.
The large group of Class A in the Affiliated High School has been dancing happily these days, for no other reason, that is, they are uncertain about the date of returning to school. Most of the students in the class are free from the third to the fifth day of the first year. The more choices there are, the more difficult it is to set a date.
Sheng Wang, out of selfishness, wanted Gao Tianyang and Song Sirui to guide him calmly in the group. It is best to set the reunion tomorrow, because tomorrow is Jiang Tian's birthday.
Unpretentious Gao Tianyang: That's easy to do! Wouldn't it be enough to say Brother Tim's birthday in the group
I don't want this hand: Don't, it's too high-profile. I'm afraid he won't go if he knows.
Da Song: Why? It's your birthday, aren't you happy
Sheng Wang hung his thumb on the keyboard, remembering what he heard before returning to Jiangsu—
They only came back for a week, and the cat son was prone to get sick when he changed the environment in a hurry, so before leaving, he gave the Menkato to Chen Chen, the doctoral brother of Jiang Tian. Chen Chen feeds the cat and sends them a short video every day, so that he and Sheng Wang are familiar with each other, and occasionally chat a few words. On the other day, it was just mentioned that Chen Chen said something that made Sheng Wang quietly feel distressed for a long time.
He said: Jiang Tian never had a birthday. The more he prepared, the more he would hide. He often disappeared a few days in advance. I don't know why he was so repulsive.
Sheng Wang stood for a while with his eyes down, pinched his knuckles and typed, "Don't mention it anyway.
Fortunately, Gao Tianyang and Song Sirui knew them well, and they could guess something without saying anything. The two didn't ask any more questions, and they didn't insist on a high profile. Chong Shengwang gave an "OK" expression, and then got back to the class group. After a few words were mixed, the return day was fixed.