Is willow also a flower arrangement? The willow branches are dry and thin, and the dyed colors are also garish, which is not good-looking.
Mrs. Wu poured two cups of tea and told them to sit down on the sofa and knock on the bedroom door. Mr. Wu appeared in a nightgown, carrying a puff of tobacco smoke, and the straps of the nightgown fluttered on both sides. He was still what Wu Fengrong remembered, even years of prison life could not wear off his reckless and conceited character. As soon as he saw him, Wu Fengrong immediately had a hunch that there must be a fight between the father and son.
Wu Fengrong stood up and gave up a seat: "Dad."
The old man glanced at him, motioned him to sit with his chin, and his sharp eyes floated to Zhou Yanling, showing an inquiring look.
"This is my love, Zhou Yanling. Yanling, this is my dad." Wu Fengrong said.
Zhou Yanling shook hands with the old man: "Hello, uncle. My surname is Zhou, Yan'an from Yan'an, Erlingling."
The old man's eyes widened, and he slapped Wu Fengrong on the head: "It's against you—"
Wu Fengrong dodged, and spoke with irritability unconsciously: "Shining. I finally asked for a leave to come back, isn't it a man, can I do it?" The old man was about to fight, so he continued to speak strangely: "You haven't seen any scenes before. , I haven't tasted any way of playing, and when I'm older for two rounds, I can't compare my mind, and it makes people laugh when it spreads out."
Mrs. Wu hurriedly stepped forward to pull her husband, and Zhou Yanling kept Wu Fengrong behind her, so she didn't dare to take a breath. He knew that Wu Fengrong's temper was the same as his father's. He hadn't returned home for more than ten years.
"Rongrong, your father is happy. He hasn't seen you for too long. Don't take it to heart..." the old lady said.
The old man waved his wife's hand and said bitterly, "What do you think you are doing? It's an explosion and a dead person. Do you know how the title is written? Take the blame and resign! Light up!"
"How to write as you like, others fart, it doesn't matter to me if it smells good."
"A mouth full of farts or men, you like these things? What kind of table do you have."
"I don't have to be on stage. I just have a good time with him, and I like it!"
The old man didn't catch his breath, as if his eyes were about to pop out, Mrs. Wu was so frightened that she patted him on the chest and motioned Wu Fengrong to stop talking. Even Zhou Yanling couldn't see it, so he grabbed his hand and said in a low voice. Wu Fengrong reluctantly closed his mouth, shoved the bottle of red wine he brought onto the coffee table, and said abruptly: "Okay, let me say one less thing, you have to be polite. This is Yan Ling's filial piety to you. It's not cheap, so keep it for a drink. I'll take someone here to show you, and I have to catch the flight back at night, and I have to go to work tomorrow morning, so I won't accompany you to dinner. "
After speaking, he pulled Zhou Yanling and walked outside the door.
Zhou Yanling smiled bitterly and was pulled out of the door by him. He didn't expect this home visit to end in less than 20 minutes.
The two were about to go downstairs when Mrs. Wu caught up.
"Rong Rong!" The old man's voice echoed back and forth on the narrow stairway. Wu Fengrong's eyes were a little red, and he didn't know if he was angry or sad. His mother held his hand, and the expression on his face was still stiff. The old man said: "Your father is that temper, you don't know... He was so happy, you texted me the day before yesterday and said that he wanted to come back, he was very happy, he turned out your photo album when you were a child, a thick book, and saw It's late. He didn't really want to hit you..."
Wu Fengrong didn't speak for a long time. After a while, he nodded reluctantly: "I know."
The old lady breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. I'm afraid you're unhappy. He's actually worried about you, not to blame you. There are so many newspapers at home that explode and resign. He bought a lot of them that day. I was taken aback, he read every article carefully, and even called his former friends to ask about the situation, for fear that something might happen to you, that you would be punished and punished. The last thing he wanted, the last thing he wanted It's you, like him, who fell into a prison..."
Having said that, the old lady stopped and sighed.
Wu Fengrong hesitantly held her hand: "It's my fault, I'm too quick-tempered." After a pause, he continued: "I understand, don't think I'm unscrupulous, I won't do this if I want to come back. Something to be angry with my father. It’s normal to have a fight after not seeing each other for so many years. He needs a channel to vent, and I also have to… be prepared.”
It was getting late, and I didn't have time to eat, so I still have regrets. Zhou Yanling held Wu Fengrong's hand and never let it go. In the taxi, Wu Fengrong's head was next to his shoulder, and his expression was quiet. After a while, Zhou Yanling raised his hand to his mouth and kissed it, suddenly thinking of the silver willow of the Wu family.
"Why do you put silver willows in your house? Lilies, roses, and carnations aren't all that good." He asked.
Wu Fengrong said casually: "There is a habit of inserting silver willows in the south. Liu Tongliu means long-term stay."
Zhou Yanling snorted and said nothing. Wu Fengrong suddenly tilted his head, came up to kiss his mouth, and the two kissed in a closed taxi. Zhou Yanling hugged his waist and clearly felt that Wu Fengrong was in a much better mood.
"Are you frightened? Are you afraid that he will chase you in the future?" Wu Fengrong asked.
Zhou Yanling said with a smile: "It's his loss to drive me. I wanted to be more filial and filial to his old man."
"You don't have to bring such expensive wine next time. They won't be able to drink good or bad wine."
"For the first time, I'll give you a little face."
Wu Fengrong was very happy, his vanity was satisfied. Zhou Yanling has been a little too good recently. After he came out of the hospital, he didn't have to go to the Public Security Bureau anymore, and he rested at home for two months. Originally, the insurance company unilaterally announced that he had fired him. After confirming his innocence, the human resources department sent an invitation letter to invite him back. Zhou Yanling did not reply. Wu Fengrong could see that he did not want to go back. Maybe he really wanted to take a long vacation for himself. , anyway, he is not short of money. As a result, Wu Fengrong was busy with job transfers, running around the high-speed rail station and the railway bureau without touching his feet, and Mr. Zhou comfortably cooks and cleans at home every day.
To say that he is idle, he is not idle. In the morning, he got up earlier than Wu Fengrong, made breakfast, and drove Wu Fengrong to the unit. The lunch was prepared yesterday. If Wu Fengrong works overtime at night, there will be a bowl of supper waiting for him when he comes back. Forget the housework, even Wu Fengrong's PPT for the year-end report was made by him, which is equivalent to having an extra life secretary. Wu Fengrong is very happy, but sometimes he can't help but wonder if Zhou Yanling is planning the game behind his back. He is not sure whether Zhou Yanling is willing to live this kind of life for a long time.
"You should find something to do." Wu Fengrong yawned lazily in his arms: "I tell you, men can't stay at home like this all the time, it's fine if you want to take a rest for a month, but it doesn't matter after a long time. Good. Staying at home tends to be nagging and ageing fast."
Zhou Yanling joked: "Are you afraid that I can't support you?"
Wu Fengrong angered him: "I want you to raise it? I have never seen such a face for myself."
It was almost early morning when we returned to Tongzhou.
The plane landed on the runway, the glass building of the airport stood under the canopy, and the empty apron poked out from the wilderness in the suburbs, like a shaved forehead in the middle of the hair, leaving a white scalp. The guiding lights along the runway form beeswax-colored light balls, clean, elegant, and simple. The plane is parked like a big bird, and one bird is flying in the sky, and one is flying away.
The air was still a little cold, and Wu Fengrong tightened his jacket. Zhou Yanling carried the bag for him, and the two walked out of the terminal side by side.
Wu Fengrong was really sleepy. He used to run with the car for two or three days without sleeping and didn't feel tired, but now he doesn't work much overtime and his body can't keep up. Furthermore, after living together with Zhou Yanling, there was a fiery big living person on the bed, which was much more comfortable than his own cold quilt. If you get used to sleeping, you will inevitably develop a disease of delicacy. The more delicate you are, the lazier you will become.
Zhou Yanling went to drive: "Get home now, hold on for a while."
Wu Fengrong was waiting for him on the spot. In the dry and cold wind, Wu Fengrong felt as if he had never left. The gentleness of the south was just a beautiful girl who stopped by the window, smiled at him, and then walked over. He originally wanted to go back to find his roots, and wanted to start over, but in the end he didn't say it. Where to start over? Just bite the bullet and move forward.
Next, it should be the beginning of him and Zhou Yanling, a story that only belongs to the two of them.
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