"Happy New Year—Zhou Wanyuan—"
Chi Xiaoduo and Xiang Cheng yelled in the video, Xiang Cheng was holding fireworks, with one arm around Chi Xiaoduo, and the background was New Year's Eve in London.
"Fuck off your grandma!" Zhou Wanyuan roared, "Is it great to go to Europe for the New Year's Eve?"
Zhou Wanyuan turned off the video, feeling angry and sulking on the sofa. On the first day of the new year, Zhou Maoguo was writing calligraphy in the room while the nanny was cooking.
"What are you yelling for?" Zhou Maoguo's voice came from the study.
Zhou Wanyuan stopped talking, and swiped through Moments. Seeing that her girlfriends were shopping and traveling, Zhou Wanyuan brushed her hair, took a mobile phone, took a selfie, and posted it on Moments for a long time.
More than a dozen likes, including the wretched man whom Zhou Wanyuan met on a blind date last time, Zhou Wanyuan just wanted to block him.
During lunch, Zhou Maoguo asked, "No arrangements for today?"
"What arrangement?" Zhou Wanyuan rolled her eyes.
Zhou Maoguo said: "The young man on the blind date last time was nice, why don't you go meet him? Watch a movie and have dinner."
"No." Zhou Wanyuan said angrily.
Zhou Maoguo said slowly: "You need to get in touch with it more before you know whether you like it or not."
"No." Zhou Wanyuan replied, "It's too frustrating, even wearing high heels is taller than him, does the introducer have a grudge against you?"
Zhou Maoguo: "How about this, instead of looking for ordinary people, look for it among exorcists?"
"No." Zhou Wanyuan said again.
Zhou Maoguo asked, "What's your wish for the New Year?"
Zhou Wanyuan: "No."
After a meal, they broke up. The father and daughter lived in the same house and did not speak to each other. When Zhou Wanyuan went to take a nap, she saw Zhou Maoguo worshiping in the study, with a framed photo of Zhou Wanyuan's mother in front of her.
It's not easy for the old man. It's very pitiful to be alone for so many years. Zhou Wanyuan sighed, put on a mask, and decided to follow his wish in the afternoon and meet the blind date man, otherwise she would use her deceased mother to oppress her.
Strange to say, Zhou Wanyuan has always felt that there is no love between her parents. People in the 1970s, organized introductions, met each other on blind dates, got married and had children. My mother is from a family of poets and books, and she does research on ancient literature, while my father is a cadre. When Zhou Maoguo came home from get off work, his parents didn't say a word for a long time, only the lamp on the dining table was always on. There are aunts for cooking, cleaning, and grocery shopping, and my mother is always covered with a blanket and reading by the window. No matter who came to her, even Zhou Wanyuan, who was a child, came to her, her mother would just say "hmm".
When she was studying, the window seemed to be her background, like a painting that would flow, in spring, summer, autumn and winter, when the leaves were yellow and the leaves were falling, and the wind and snow were blowing, she was always there.
When Zhou Maoguo came home, she would ask lightly, "Are you back?"
Zhou Maoguo promised that they would study and work separately at night, and the interaction would be limited to this brief conversation. The only violent time was not long before his mother died, they had a big fight, saying that he was doomed and could not go to Wushan...
The old man himself doesn't know what love is. In the eyes of their generation, there is only marriage.
Zhou Wanyuan couldn't sleep, so she got up and went to meet the blind date man in the afternoon. She sat in the mall for a long time. Speak again.
At four o'clock, Zhou Maoguo's car was waiting outside the mall.
"I'm leaving, my dad is here to pick me up." Zhou Wanyuan said, "Let's have dinner together next time, bye."
The boy stepped forward, opened the car door, saw Zhou Maoguo sitting in the car, nodded to him, and hurriedly bowed, "Hello, Uncle."
Zhou Maoguo reached out his hand, shook hands with him, and said, "Wan Yuan has caused you trouble."
The boy hurriedly waved his hands and sent Zhou Wanyuan to the car.
As soon as the car drove away, Zhou Wanyuan immediately started complaining.
"I don't want to make do with him," Zhou Wanyuan said.
"I didn't ask you to settle down." Zhou Maoguo said patiently, "Didn't we start talking?"
Zhou Wanyuan replied, "I don't know what to say."
Zhou Maoguo said: "Maybe I was too nervous. The introducer said that he is very talented. We need a common topic."
"You and Mom don't have much in common." Zhou Wanyuan said, "Still talking about me?"
"Why is there no common topic?" Zhou Maoguo asked back, "Your mother is a talented woman who drove the committee, but her health is not good."
Zhou Maoguo smiled and said, "Your mother and I have a spiritual resonance."
Zhou Wanyuan had an expression of "Who would believe you?" Zhou Maoguo turned the steering wheel and got on the highway. Zhou Wanyuan asked inexplicably, "Where are you going?"
The driver took the two of them to the airport, picked up the suitcases and checked them in, changed the tickets, and took a special passage. Zhou Wanyuan still didn't know where her father was going.
"Business trip?" Zhou Wanyuan asked.
Zhou Maoguo just didn't answer.
The two sat down in the waiting hall. Zhou Maoguo took out a book and flipped through it casually. Zhou Wanyuan looked curiously at the book in Zhou Maoguo's hand, Shen Fu's "Six Chapters of a Floating Life".
"This is your mother's study notes." Zhou Maoguo showed it to Zhou Wanyuan, and explained: "The one next to it is mine."
Zhou Wanyuan: "..."
The blank space on the page is filled with densely packed lowercase letters, which are full of conversations between mother and father, full of affection, but not frivolous, very neat, and a few plum blossoms are drawn on the side.
"The reason why I don't feel love." Zhou Maoguo said, "It's because you need to read more books."
Zhou Wanyuan received 100,000 points of critical damage, and was speechless for a while.
The flight lasted eleven hours, during which Zhou Maoguo closed his eyes and rested his mind. Zhou Wanyuan finished reading "Six Chapters of a Floating Life". She had read this book when she was a child, and she often yearned for the love between Shen Fu and Chen Yun. However, what attracted her most was, It is still the sly annotations of parents on the pages of the book.
My mother said: "I read Shen Fu's talk about pickled melon and braised shrimp, and I have a chance to taste it. It's really not flattering."
My father replied: "It is better to have no books than to have no books. 'Going out of Yangguan in the west, there is no old friend'. It is called Yangguan, but it is only the entrance of wind and sand. When the sky is dark, the two small children will be together."
Zhou Wanyuan couldn't help laughing, as if seeing two children exchanging their reading experience with great interest.
The plane was about to land, Zhou Maoguo opened his eyes, and Zhou Wanyuan closed the book.
"Where are you going?" Zhou Wanyuan asked.
"I'll take you to buy Hermes." Zhou Maoguo replied, "London."
Zhou Wanyuan: "..."
Zhou Maoguo added: "Luxuries can never make people spiritually rich, I hope you remember this."
Zhou Wanyuan screamed wildly in her heart: How can there be! My wife is obviously very rich, okay? !
—Zhou Wanyuan’s Chapter Zeng Zhao Caiyun Returns—End—