When the Chinese New Year comes, Xu Tang's family has a lot more affairs. Zhou Hui and Xu Yueliang both belong to the traditional school, and they will not lose any of the etiquette they should have during the Chinese New Year, such as cleaning, organizing the New Year's goods, visiting relatives and friends, and basically from the twelfth lunar month to the seventh day of the first lunar month, there will be various arrangements at home. Xu Tangxi and Xu Yueliang couldn't stand the dust, and Zhou Hui thought that the cleaning was not clean, so Xu Tangcheng naturally wanted to undertake the task of cleaning the year before with Zhou Hui.
"The corner on the right, wipe it again with newspaper, I see there is a print... Okay, it's clean."
"You move the sofa with me, and I'll wipe the underside of the sofa..."
"You take off the curtains when you wake up tomorrow morning. I'll wash them all in the morning. You can't drag them any more, otherwise the sofa cover will be too late to wash."
Zhou Hui's fighting power was full, and after a few days of cleaning, Xu Tangcheng was so tired that he lay on the bed and didn't get up for a long time. Xu Tangxi rubbed his waist, feeling very distressed, and complained in a low voice a little unhappily: "Just ask the cleaner to fix it, how unclean it can be."
Zhou Hui was reluctant to spend the money even if she thought the cleaning was dirty. Xu Tangcheng knew that Zhou Hui was always frugal, and probably understood that, in her concept, she would never spend more money on things she could make herself.
Although he thought so, he didn't say anything to Xu Tangxi, only interrupted her to say that she was thirsty, and told her to get him a glass of water.
Xu Tangxi pouted and got up, and when he was about to go out, he was stopped by Xu Tangcheng again.
Xu Tangcheng turned his head to look at the door, and warned anxiously, "Don't tell Mom."
"Know it."
When the door was closed, Xu Tangcheng touched his sore waist, lying on the bed and thinking, if I could sell some stocks next semester to get some money, I would just buy that robot vacuum cleaner. His body is not bad, but he doesn't know why, maybe his waist is not very good, he can't bend over and exert force for a long time, so his back hurts when he drags the floor. I also went to the hospital to check with confidence, but no specific problems were found.
Xu Tangxi trotted in holding a warm water bag, slammed into the door, and said in a panic, "Mom is here."
Not long after her words fell, Zhou Hui pushed open the door.
"Tang Cheng, your uncle called and said that grandma is ready. We'll go and pick her up tomorrow."
"Well," Xu Tangcheng was already lying down, holding up a mobile phone and pressing it there, "I'll go in the morning."
Because the uncle's house is large, Xu Tangcheng's grandmother lives there most of the time. The two families are close together, and it is convenient to take care of things on weekdays. Only when the Chinese New Year is approaching, the uncle's family has to go to their parents' house in the northeast to stay for a while, and then they will bring their grandmother to Xu Tangcheng's house to live for a while.
Zhou Hui walked in, sighed, and sat beside Xu Tangcheng's bed.
"New Year's Eve, I always let you sleep in the living room."
"It's okay," Xu Tangcheng tilted his head and smiled at Zhou Hui, "sleep is not sleep, I didn't sleep on the street."
"That's not the same as sleeping in the bedroom." Zhou Hui drooped the corner of her mouth and touched Xu Tangcheng's arm twice, "I still wronged you."
The house of Xu Tangcheng's family is quite old, and the area is not large. Although it is a three-bedroom, the house where Xu Tangcheng and Xu Tangxi live can only fit a single bed. Grandma is here, she can only free up Xu Tangcheng's room.
"That's why I said the other day, why should I think about changing rooms?" Zhou Hui looked at the somewhat narrow ceiling and thoughtfully, "Otherwise, you will become a family in the future, and you won't be able to live in it when you come back for the New Year. Tang Xi is also, in the future... "
"Mom..." Xu Tangxi, who had been silent for a while, widened his eyes and opened his mouth, "How old am I, you are thinking too far."
Zhou Hui glanced at her, she wanted to refute, but she thought about it, Xu Tangxi was not old enough to think about it. But when she saw the person lying on the bed, she quickly said: "You are a little farther away, your brother is not far away, your brother is 23 this year, and after finishing his Ph.D., no, you can get married during Ph.D...."
"Ouch." Xu Tangcheng wailed.
Zhou Hui was startled by him, and immediately stopped talking: "What's wrong?"
"Working hurts all over my body and my arms are sore."
"Then stop playing with your phone," Zhou Hui patted his leg, frowning and urged, "Hurry up and go to bed, have you taken a shower?"
"not yet."
"Go and wash it off, don't grind it."
"Hmm, wait a minute," Xu Tangcheng said with a nod, "I..."
"Don't wait, what's the use of grinding it for a while, isn't it different to play after washing it?"
Xu Tangxi snickered, sticking out his tongue at Xu Tangcheng, who changed the subject and was burned by another fire. Zhou Hui, who was walking out the door, patted her lightly: "Don't delay your brother here, go and call your dad to see why he hasn't come back."
"Oh." Xu Tangxi agreed obediently, twisted the doorknob, and slipped out the door.
Xu Tangcheng was bombarded by Zhou Hui to take a shower, and he caught up with the shampoo was gone. Xu Tangcheng threw the empty bottle, took a new bottle from the cabinet under the sink, and opened it.
Just after rinsing the shampoo off my head, I suddenly heard a loud noise outside. He turned off the shower, turned his ears to listen, and guessed that Xu Yueliang had returned. However, the voices outside seemed to be more lively than usual, and they were vaguely listening, as if someone was leaving something to eat. Although they spoke loudly, the voices of Zhou Hui and Xu Yueliang always dominated. Xu Tangcheng listened carefully for a long time, but couldn't tell who was coming.
After speeding up the shower, he twisted his body in the toilet to move around, and wiped his hair out until the fog on the mirror disappeared and his face was less red.
Seeing the people outside, Xu Tangcheng was stunned, and understood why he felt so lively outside just now.
The scene in the living room was rather amusing. The three family members and one YiZhe were sitting on the sofa. Everyone in the row was watching TV, but unlike the rest of the others, YiZhe sat stiff and straight by himself, holding his hands together. Holding a handful of pistachios.
Xu Tangcheng took another look. Nuts, plums, etc. on the coffee table, all kinds of snacks were piled up in front of YiZhe. He couldn't help laughing, he didn't need to think about it, he knew that the pistachio must have been forced into YiZhe's hands by Zhou Hui.
Taking two steps forward, Xu Tangcheng greeted lazily, "Yizhe is here."
"Brother Tang Cheng."
Looking at him, YiZhe was like a god who walked for a while, and after two seconds passed, he stood up and let out a cry.
"I called and told you to go down and help carry things. Your mother said that you were taking a bath, and just when YiZhe came back, he brought it up to me." Xu Yueliang said with a smile, "It happened that your mother boiled bean paste today. Said to let him taste a bowl before leaving."
"Oh," Xu Tangcheng moved his hand and felt his hair was wet, which was really uncomfortable, he rubbed his hair twice, and said to Yi Zhe, who had been looking at him, "then sit down for a while, I'll blow my hair first. "
After speaking, Xu Tangcheng just took a step, but saw Yi Zhe rubbing forward a little, followed by a small leaning, and quickly stopped in place.
Xu Tangcheng was stunned, and looked at the living room filled with a warm and relaxed atmosphere, and the awkward and reserved boy standing silently.
He raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "Are you coming to my room for a while?"
The pistachios rubbed against each other, and YiZhe nodded in the slight sound.
"Yes, you guys come in and stay for a while. I don't think Yi Zhe likes watching this TV series." Zhou Hui heard it and said immediately, "The bean paste will be ready soon, don't worry."
YiZhe responded again. Before leaving, he bent down and gestured with his hand into the fruit bowl of the blooming heart fruit, but in the end he clenched his hand again and didn't put the handful in his hand.
"Take that plate, you guys go in and eat." Zhou Hui got up at this moment, smiling and wanting to give her a hand.
"Need not… ,"
YiZhe was a little overwhelmed, and quickly supported the fruit plate handed over with one hand.
"Take it," Xu Tangcheng said, shaking the towel, "I'll eat it."
Not only pistachios were brought into the room, Zhou Hui grabbed a handful of pine nuts, a handful of almonds, and a few prunes, all mixed together. Xu Tangcheng asked Yi Zhe to sit down to eat something and blow his hair.
YiZhe took a small pine nut and put his four fingers together, but his fingertips didn't mean to push it away at all. The line of sight started at the pine nut, turned around and over the mountains, and finally landed on the standing silhouette.
The hair dryer was placed in the closet, and there was a small mirror on the inside of the door. Xu Tangcheng lowered his head, half-squinted his eyes in the buzzing warm wind, and fiddled with his hair casually. The pajamas he wears are loose buttoned, beige undertones with some dark lines. Because of the looseness and softness of the fabric, when Xu Tangcheng raised his hand, half of his sleeve slipped down, exposing almost his entire forearm.
"Crack", a pine nut fell to the ground, the young man sitting in the chair hurriedly looked away, lowered his head, and picked it up.
Boys' hair is not long, and it dries out in no time. Ever since he guessed that Xu Tangcheng was about to finish blowing, Yi Zhe had already buried his head again, and pretended to peel the nuts.
"It's time to cut your hair." Xu Tangcheng grabbed a bunch of hair and muttered to himself in the mirror. After looking left and right for a long time, he turned his head and asked YiZhe, "Where do you usually get your hair cut? I seem to have not been at home for a long time. If I cut my head too far, I don’t know where to rely.”
"Haneda." YiZhe thought for a while and replied.
Xu Tangcheng repeated the somewhat unfamiliar name and shook his head: "I haven't been there, where is it?"
"The road behind Tianmao." After speaking, YiZhe paused, watched Xu Tangcheng put away the hair dryer and closed the cabinet door before saying, "When are you going to cut, I'll take you there."
Xu Tangcheng turned around, and Yi Zhe added, "It just so happens that I should cut it too."
"Okay." When someone led the way, Xu Tangcheng couldn't help it. He asked YiZhe if he was free tomorrow, YiZhe nodded and said yes.
Going to pick up grandma in the morning, Xu Tangcheng thought for a moment: "Then go tomorrow afternoon."
With that said, Xu Tangcheng walked to Yi Zhe's side. He picked out two pistachios and grabbed them in his hands, and unhurriedly plucked the shells. Soon, the two nuts lay in Xu Tangcheng's palm, bathed in the light, and sent to YiZhe.
YiZhe lowered his eyes, slowly stretched out his hand, and grabbed it.
Zhou Hui's bean paste cooked quickly. She filled two bowls, each with a small porcelain spoon painted with different patterns, and sent them to Xu Tangcheng's room. YiZhe looked at the hot bowl and realized that he had never drank this kind of thing before, just looking at it, he couldn't imagine what it tasted like.
Xu Tangcheng's desk was considered tidy, but before Zhou Hui put down the tray, he tidied it up again, piled up several documents and notes, and moved them to the very edge of the table to make more space. The document on the top was printed in English, and Yi Zhe looked at it, glanced at it, and glanced at it. After half a bowl of bean paste, he couldn't help but ask, "What is that?"
"Huh?" Xu Tangcheng looked at him inquiringly, "Which one?"
YiZhe reached out and took the sheets of paper, reading the title word by word.
Bayesian Wavelet Shrinkage… Image Despeckling
can't read.
Xu Tangcheng had been sitting on the bed, but now he stood up, put one hand on the back of the chair, and bent slightly to look at what YiZhe was holding.
"A paper related to a major." Xu Tangcheng smiled, remembering that it seemed to be the last time he came back, a classmate asked him to help him change the translation, so he printed a copy and threw it there.
YiZhe blinked: "What's the content?"
“Bayesian Wavelet Shrinkage With Edge Detection for SAR Image Despeckling.”
After Xu Tangcheng read this series, Yi Zhe didn't feel anything, even after hearing Xu Tangcheng's Chinese translation, he still only felt a complete strangeness.
"It's normal that you don't understand professional things." Seeing him in a daze, Xu Tangcheng thought he was frustrated because he didn't understand too much English.
YiZhe suddenly raised his head and asked him, "What major are you in?"
"Me? My undergraduate degree is communication engineering."
"What about now?" YiZhe didn't know what he was thinking, like checking his hukou, he continued to ask reluctantly.
"It's also a major in communications, studying satellite navigation." Xu Tangcheng answered patiently.
satellite navigation.
With these four words, YiZhe drank a whole bowl of bean paste.
"What are your plans for the holidays, are you still going to Shanghai?" Xu Tangcheng asked casually when he started to clear the bowls on the table.
"Don't go, my dad said something happened, they are not in Shanghai."
What's the matter
Xu Tangcheng frowned.
During the time he was thinking, YiZhe put his hand aside again. Seeing that he picked up the paper again, Xu Tangcheng was a little surprised how he was so interested in this paper. Thinking of this, he asked YiZhe with a smile, "Have you decided what major to study in the future?"
YiZhe paused and shook his head: "No."
"Where's the school? Are you going to Shanghai?"
Unexpectedly, YiZhe still shook his head.
"Not ready yet."
When he got home, he turned on the computer that he had not used for half a year in the dark room. Long fingers tapped the keyboard, four words appeared in the search bar, and the moment you pressed Enter, a large list of content appeared on the screen.
GPS, Beidou, Galileo…
The desktop host made strange noises when it was running, as if an old car was accelerating with the roar of the engine, and it would soon break out without hesitation and deviated from the established track.