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Cheng Zi has always wanted to raise a cat, and Lu Shenxing thought he must be dreaming, "Cat hair will fall out everywhere, there will be a smell, and the claws will pick up feces, sofas, beds, tables, coffee tables, everything in the house." There may be its paw prints on it.”
"...Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything." The hair on Cheng Zi's body stood up.
A few days later, Cheng Zi got two goldfish back from nowhere. However, they didn't arrive for half a month. The fish's eyes widened and its belly bulged, and it ascended to the sky. The reason was that he fed them too much.
Lu Shenxing, who came back from get off work, put his briefcase on the sofa, took off his suit and went over. He reached out and touched the top of Cheng Zi's black hair, "My condolences, I'm sorry."
The corner of Cheng Zi's mouth twitched, he took the fish tank and closed it in a place to continue seeing off the two fishes.
In order to catch up on work, Cheng Zi no longer works nine to five, and often works overtime. It is common to stay up until three or four in the morning. The working hours are chaotic. He often drags his tired footsteps home. Lu Shenxing has already fallen asleep without saying a word. superior.
The decrease in time spent together made Cheng Zi feel uneasy. He refused his boss's invitation to quit his job and joined a real estate company.
When Lu Shenxing found out, he asked strangely, "Why don't you come to my place?"
Cheng Zi did not say that he had seriously considered it and went out of his way to research the pros and cons of working in the same company, and finally decided to choose another path.
"Go and get a few bags of things from the study." Lu Shenxing didn't ask any further questions and hurriedly went to change clothes and go out.
Cheng Zi took the things and the two went to Cheng Tiandao's house for dinner.
"Lao Qi, don't blame the eldest brother for being harsh. When you get old and have no juniors, who will take care of you?" Cheng Tiandao frowned and took a sip of liquor. "Do you really plan to go to a nursing home and be a lonely old man?"
A lonely old man? Lu Shenxing's facial muscles twitched, "Brother, I am a family man and I have a wife."
"You will also grow old one day," Cheng Tiandao glared at him.
"When he gets old, I should have gone to see the King of Hell." Lu Shenxing smiled.
"..." Cheng Tiandao listened to the other party's indifferent tone, as if going to see the King of Hell was the same as meeting Lao Wang next door.
"When you have a child, you have expectations and hope, which is perfection."
Before Cheng Tiandao could say anything, he glanced at his son looking towards him, his eyes dark, and he looked away guiltily.
Cheng Zi walked over and glanced at the wine glass on the table, "Dad, what did the doctor say?"
"You can't drink." Cheng Tiandao coughed, "Dad was happy that your uncle was here, so he took a small sip."
He secretly winked at Lu Shenxing, but Lu Shenxing pretended not to notice.
"Okay, dad just promises not to drink." Cheng Tiandao surrendered unwillingly under Cheng Zi's gaze.
In the first ten years after Lu Shenxing and Cheng got married, Cheng Tiandao became ill and didn't even know anyone. Fang Wen stayed with him to eat, drink, and have sex with him.
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Cheng Xiaomi, who is already in elementary school, is well-behaved and sensible. When she meets Lu Shenxing, she will sweetly call her uncle, and when she gets naughty, she will lie in his ear and whisper sister-in-law.
Lu Shenxing was taken to the room by her hand and said he wanted to see paintings.
"This is dad, this is mom." Cheng Xiaomi giggled, showing her missing front teeth, looking cute and serious like a little adult, "This is me." She said with a smile, "And there's more, This is my brother and uncle."
Lu Shenxing glanced at the painting held by Cheng Xiaomi. Each face of the crooked person in it was painted in colorful colors. There were small trees, the sun, and a river next to it.
This is a child's world, clean, simple and beautiful.
"Brother-in-law, why doesn't my father recognize me?" Cheng Xiaomi pursed his lips and poked the first dwarf with his finger, his voice aggrieved.
Lu Shenxing rubbed the little girl's face and wiped away the tears. He had seen so much life, old age, illness and death that he had become numb and it was difficult to be touched.
In a room downstairs, the old man on the bed was in a daze, mumbling something, drool dripping from the corner of his crooked mouth, which was wiped away by the stretched out handkerchief.
"Xiaozi, Auntie can't take this money."
Fang Wen pushed the card handed over by Cheng Zi and said, "Your dad has worked hard all his life and has saved a lot of savings, which is enough for us."
"Then treat it as my big brother's gift to Xiaomi." Cheng Zi put it in Fang Wen's hand and turned around to leave without waiting for her to say anything.
Fang Wen raised his hand to wipe his eyes and sighed.
Four years later, Cheng Tiandao left. Cheng Zi was in a meeting that day. He heard Cheng Xiaomi crying for breath and dropped the pen in his hand.
It took about four years of day and night to wipe out Fang Wen's hope and sadness. She participated in Cheng Tiandao's funeral very calmly. Only Cheng Xiaomi called her dad with a voice hoarse from crying.
Lu Shenxing was wearing a black suit that blended in with the umbrella in his hand. He stood next to Cheng Zi and looked at the person on the tombstone with an indescribable feeling.
"Lao Qi, eldest brother is gone, why don't you take it seriously at all?" Lao San said angrily.
Lu Shenxing's eyes were very dry, and there was no obvious sadness on his face. It was indeed easy to give people the illusion that he was attending the funeral of a stranger.
Cheng Tianyuan, the sixth child, frowned, "Third brother, the seventh child is just not good at expressing himself."
I thought he was cold-blooded. The third child curled his lips, glanced at the tombstone, called his wife and children and left together.
Lu Shenxing took out the handkerchief and gave it to Cheng Zi. He sighed, "How old are you? Wipe your nose."
Cheng Zi lowered his head and answered, wringing his nose in a muffled voice.
After his wife left, Fang Wen's life focused on his daughter Cheng Xiaomi, raising her to go to college and teaching her to be a good person and be grateful.
Cheng Xiaomi has her own family, a loving husband and lovely children. Fang Wen, who is already old, finally has no worries anymore and walks away quietly.
Life is inseparable from joys and sorrows. Some people cry and some laugh. There is death and rebirth.
The second year after Fang Wen left, Cheng Xiaomi became an elderly mother. She intended to adopt the child to Cheng Zi, but Cheng Zi refused without hesitation.
"I don't want to share him with anyone."
Cheng Xiaomi was stunned. She could never understand her brother-in-law's love for her brother. It was too extreme, but her brother-in-law never rejected it, as if she had been used to it for several lifetimes.
Once Lu Shenxing and Cheng Zi went on a trip and met Wei Ni's family of three. They talked about the paintings in the sketchbook back then, and Cheng Zi pursed his lips and smiled.
"Why didn't I think of that at all?" Wei Ni felt speechless for his own nerves.
Cheng Zi stared at the man sitting by the river fishing with his back to him. He was completely unaware of it. By the time he realized it, there was no way out.
At night, Lu Shenxing noticed that the person in his arms was moving around like a loach. His breath was suffocated, and he turned sideways to hug Cheng Zi from behind. The two of them were sweating profusely in the quilt and groaned for a long time.
The inventory was completely gone, so Lu Shenxing went to the side of the road the next day to be a good boy who picked up a penny and handed it to the police uncle.
Year after year passed, Lu Shenxing was so old that he could hardly walk. He was still in this world, Cheng Zi and their home were real, and the mission and system seemed to be his dream.
Cheng Zi's greatest wish in his life was to keep his brother-in-law at home and make him dependent on him. He finally got his wish when he was forty-nine years old.
As soon as spring arrives, people tend to feel sleepy. When they wake up, they don’t know what time it is. The birdsong outside is noisy and continuous.
Lu Shenxing huddled in bed drowsily, smelling the aroma of steamed buns.
"Uncle, get up and have breakfast."
Cheng Zi wiped the table back and forth with a rag, then came in with millet porridge and white steamed buns that had just come out of the pot. He stirred them gently in the bowl with a spoon to let the heat dissipate.
"Uncle?"
With a light touch on his body, the quilt was lifted. Lu Shenxing squinted and put on the clothes Cheng Zi had put on the bedside early in the morning. He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.
There was no mirror in front of the sink. This was Lu Shenxing's request, because he didn't want to see an old man with wrinkles all over his face in the mirror.
"Uncle, the porridge is getting cold."
Cheng Zi's voice rang outside, and Lu Shenxing wiped his face and said, "You don't have to go to the company today?"
"I'll be at home with you all day today." Cheng Zi curled his lips at Lu Shenxing's strange eyes, "Today is your birthday."
"Nephew, thank you for not saying happy birthday." Lu Shenxing rolled his eyes.
The corners of Cheng Zi's mouth twitched, "Uncle, you really don't have to worry about how you will look when you get older. You are already very..."
Before those words came out, Lu Shenxing stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth.
After eating the porridge that Cheng Zi fed, Lu Shenxing looked at the birdcage hanging on the door. When he was hungry, someone would cook, and when he was cold, someone would put on clothes. He had lived like this for many years.
Having cooked longevity noodles many times, Cheng Zi picked up a noodle with chopsticks and put it into Lu Shenxing's mouth. "Don't bite it this year and break it."
"Is it possible that if I eat a whole stick, I can live a long life?" Lu Shenxing paid attention while eating the noodles, speaking slurred words.
Cheng Zi paused with his hands, lowered his eyes and held the chopsticks seriously, motionless.
He said he would accompany Lu Shenxing for a day, and he stayed by his side the whole day, never leaving his eyes.
After dinner early in the evening, Cheng Zi brought water to Lu Shenxing to soak his feet. After a while, he put his feet in and rubbed Lu Shenxing's feet as before.
Lu Shenxing pressed his instep and stared at the replay of yesterday's football game with his reading glasses on, "Be good, don't make trouble."
"I took a look, and the result is three to one." Cheng Zi said slowly.
"..." Lu Shenxing.
Unhappy about this matter, Lu Shenxing didn't take care of him until he went to bed.
Cheng Zi put his hand into Lu Shenxing's sparse white hair, put his fingertips against his scalp, and combed it gently.
"Stop touching it, or it will fall off." Lu Shenxing leaned against the pillow and took off Cheng Zi's hand.
"Uncle, let me tell you a story." Cheng Zi lay beside him and propped his head up as he said, "Once upon a time, there was a kitten who liked to eat fish. One day, it went for a walk by the river and saw a fish lying on the ground. On the river bank…”
Lu Shenxing's thoughts became deeper and deeper, and he fell asleep in Cheng Zi's gentle voice.
"The kitten fell in love with the fish, and they lived happily together." Cheng Zi kissed Lu Shenxing on the forehead and said softly, "Good night, uncle."
In the second half of the night, I could vaguely hear the sound of wind and rain, and I wondered how many peach blossoms had fallen on the peach tree in the courtyard.