Bamboo horses peck each other daily

Xia Chan chirped, the whitewashed walls in the old alleyway had already begun to fade, and the dark gray and oily yellow stains seemed to be attached to it and could not be washed off.

Cheng Xia wiped his sweat with a T-shirt. It was sultry and hot at the end of August, and the surrounding air seemed to be stagnant with no circulation at all.

There are scattered shops around, only two or three shops can still see a shopkeeper or an idle aunt fanning with a fan.

All the way inward, the surrounding area became more and more secluded. Each small courtyard was built more than ten years ago, and several families lived together.

Cheng Xia stepped into the yard, carefully arranged the books in his hand, and moved a stack to the wooden cabinet with a broken lock, leaving only one or two books on the table.

After everything was done, Cheng Xia went to the toilet, took the water, rubbed his face a few times, and then dried it with a towel, but now the water pipes are scalding hot from the sun, the water is warm at all, not much cool.

Entering the room, Cheng Xia went around the bed and walked straight to the table, seeing the calendar out of the corner of his eye.

"By the way, I forgot to look through the calendar these days." As he said, Cheng Xia reached out and tore a few pieces of calendar paper, "Today is Thursday..." After tearing off the calendar, Cheng Xia sat down on the stool and took the The calendar was used as a draft paper to write the math problems in the book.

The calendar next to the bed is an old double-sided calendar, one side is red and the other is blue, and the dark blue characters on the back can be vaguely seen, while the red characters on the front are a mix of lunar and solar calendars. zero seven.

At the same time, in the center of the city, there are many buildings, and the good sound insulation materials of the high-rise buildings block the noise of vehicles whistling and roaring outside, and the scorching sunlight reflects harshly on the tempered glass.

And in the new urban area not far away, several buildings are under construction, and in the shadow cast by the buildings, several dark-skinned workers are hiding.

Holding a cardboard that came from nowhere in his hand, Wang Hao squatted on the ground to fan himself.

A few rough old men next to him were also half-dressed and gathered in a sparse group, asking Wang Hao, "How long have I not seen you?"

These few are all gamblers who want to offer the poker table to the sky, and of course they are asking about the gambling table.

Someone smiled: "Don't you have no money!"

That person wasn't just guessing, Wang Hao was a complete gambler, and if he said that he had changed his ways, no one would believe him. If he didn't come for two days in a row, it's probably because he ran out of money.

"Are you kidding me! Will I have no money? I'll be there tonight—" Wang Hao raised his voice, but he didn't know much about it.

Seeing that the patrolling foreman was about to come over, thinking about the particularly rushed construction period and the increasingly irritable temper of the foreman, everyone didn't dare to touch their guns, and they dispersed one after another and started rushing to work.

Wang Hao dragged a woven bag full of heavy objects and dragged along. Whenever he thought of the poker table, he felt an itch in his heart, and he lost his mind about working.

Wang Hao's heart was itching, and his thoughts went astray.He didn't want to harm others and get himself into trouble, but instead thought of his own son.

He has a son, but the relationship between his son and him is not very good. It must be a crooked mind to think so.

Wang Hao wondered in his heart that the kid at home must have money in his hands. The money his mother gave him was tightly held in his hands, and he even paid the tuition two days ago——Anyway, there is so much money, he It shouldn't be a big deal to borrow some first, and besides, I'm his old man!Is there any reason why the son does not give money to the father?

Cheng Xia in the small courtyard didn't know that the old Lai at home had once again hit him with the idea of ​​stealing money, and was cooking for himself.

In summer, the sky gets dark slowly. Even if it is already seven o'clock, when someone has already had dinner, the sky is still full of red clouds outside the window.

Cheng Xia is not at all surprised that his father still didn't come home after dinner time. It's not uncommon for him to spend ten days and a half months in the mahjong parlor without going to work, and finally got fired by the boss. happened before.

These days workers actually earn more than some white-collar workers who have just entered the society. If they work honestly, most of them can make themselves full except for their physical distress.Although he has a son in his teens, Cheng Xia spends the money his mother left him, and has nothing to do with Wang Hao.It stands to reason that if you live like this, you can save yourself some extra money every month, and you can still live a full life, but Wang Hao can't get off the table as soon as he gets involved.The chess and card room opened by the small boss in this area is not like the gangsters in the film and television dramas. People keep paying on credit and finally fill in their lives. Generally, they don’t let people play if they can’t pay, but this is also a money swallowing Yes, I filled in my own salary bit by bit, and sometimes even a half-grown child in summer evened out his own food and tuition fees to save money for his father.

Cheng Xia said that this kind of father is simply terrible.

Under the black sky, rows and rows of small courtyards were lit with faint lights, which intersected with the flickering lights of the small street not far away, dotted the night of the suburbs in twos and threes.

Cheng Xia was humming softly while washing the dishes by the sink, his eyes were hazy under the dim light curtain, the sound of bowls and chopsticks could be heard from time to time in the small house, accompanied by a low-pitched ditty, which also mixed with the outside of the house. Occasionally children laughed.

Cheng Xia wiped the table and put the books on it not long after.

His grades have never been worrying. In addition to being born with a smart head, he also has the tempering of life-compared to most carefree children who are pressured by their parents to go to class but always want to sneak out to play , His body is like a heavy burden, and a little rest on the road is like torture. Only after arriving at the destination earlier and unloading the burden can he have a truly relaxed day.

The pen tip rubbed against the rough paper, making a "wiping" sound, but the room was not quiet for long, and was soon disturbed by a "bang" in the bedroom.

Cheng Xia was startled by the loud noise, afraid of being caught by a thief, he hurried to his room.

A man in the room fell by the window, the blow was real, it was obvious that he was in excruciating pain, he hugged his legs and kept screaming, he had no time or energy to hide.

And look at that man's figure and face, isn't it his bastard father Wang Hao?

Cheng Xia only felt a burst of flames rising up in his chest, and before he stopped panicking, his anger rose again, and he directly pulled the man lying on the ground up: "Wang Hao! What do you want to do again!!"

On the other side of the city, colorful neon lights flickered throughout the city, dazzling like a mass of fireworks clustered on the ground after an explosion.However, for the people in the city, this bustling night is already as common as a night sky without many stars.

Shi Xu was playing a small game on the computer to pass the time, and a few voices came from the hands-free mobile phone: "Military training will be in a few days, do you want to have a good meal with me first?"

Thinking that he was really bored recently, Shi Xu responded, "Okay."

The voice on the other side of the phone changed from distant and blurred to clear, as if turning off the hands-free and finding a quiet place by the way.

The boy on the other end of the phone chatted a lot, as if he was going to be suffocated after not speaking for too long.Shi Xu also listened selectively, his ears were like a filter to block out some nonsense, until he heard a key word: "Nongjiale? Didn't you say that it was something that your father only liked?"

The boy——Qi Bianrong didn't listen to Shi Xu's ridicule at all, and didn't even shake his wits, and went straight to the point: "Isn't that why I haven't encountered delicious food before? This one is different. They make delicious food." The dishes here are really delicious, every dish is very fragrant, I really am a master among the people!..."

When Shi Xu heard that he was talking nonsense again and again, his head grew big, and he simply said: "Okay, I will definitely hang up!" He hung up before finishing speaking, making people very doubtful whether the other party had listened to everything.

Although Qi Bianrong talks a lot, his tongue is really tricky. This is a magical man who truly implements "Food is the first thing for the people". His mother's skill is comparable to that of a star chef. He has laid a solid foundation with being picky, and Qi Bianrong's praise of the farmhouse is still very credible.

When Shi Xu was in his teens and growing up, thinking about delicious food, his stomach would inevitably start to growl again, so he had to go downstairs to the kitchen to order some dumplings in stock to comfort himself.

By the way, Qi Bianrong is scheduled to come someday?Seems like Saturday?

Cheng Xia felt extremely ridiculous in the room, and the person who jumped out of the window and sneaked into the room in the middle of the night to steal money was his own father——Wang Hao.

The window lock in his room was broken some time ago, and he was planning to find someone to fix it later. In order to prevent thieves, he moved the small table in front of the window to the wall, and put a cloth-covered armrest in front of the window. He used the trick to cover his eyes, but he didn't expect to guard against the house thief before he had time to guard against outsiders.

Wang Hao rubbed his hands, raised his head and turned his neck to Cheng Xia: "I'm just taking some to use. I'm your father, so why can't I use it..." A smile appeared on his face as he spoke, and then He turned his eyes and stared at the corner of the wall, as if there was money there.

Cheng Xia looked at Wang Hao and smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled.Your own money?

"Since they are all from my own family, why don't you pay my tuition first? Dad?" Cheng Xiayu said mockingly.

Wang Hao was indeed an idiot, but the absurd thing of being caught on the spot for stealing his son's money still made him lose face, he faltered and said a few words, "You son of a bitch has read the book for nothing, why are you so ignorant", and nothing happened.

Cheng Xia's money all came from his mother, to be precise, it was the inheritance left to him by his mother.Inflation has become more severe in recent years. In the early years, the money that was enough to last summer and adulthood, now it seems that it can only be used for a few more years.

Cheng Xia's parents had divorced a long time ago, and both of them were not closely related, not even close relatives. So after his mother's accidental death, he was directly "assigned" to his biological father's name.

Wang Hao's ignorance and incompetence caused troubles and gambling, and Cheng Xia was involved more than once. In addition to drinking for a long time, he likes to go crazy and beat people after drinking. Cheng Xia was not a cowardly and cowardly character since he was a child. No matter how you hit him, he would always grab everything he could pull up and hit him back harder, so that the two of them were like fire and water, and there was only a father-son relationship in name and blood between the two. As for the father-son relationship, it was really weak It's okay.

Cheng Xia didn't regard Wang Hao as his father, and called him by his first name every day, and Wang Hao never treated him as his own son, and talked about "debt collector" all day long.Today's "little matter" just made their relationship a step closer to never seeing each other. The two hated each other, so they both went back to the room without saying a word.

Cheng Xia tightly held a spare lock, pinched the rust spots on the lock with his fingertips, and neatly closed the drawer where the money was kept, then locked it, and then put the key in his hand on the lock with a "crack" to the door. Usually used on the circle.It's a pity that this time it didn't go well, the key slipped out of the ring, and drew a white mark on his hand straight and hard, with faint red threads oozing out of the skin.The slight stinging pain was nothing compared to the oppression in his chest at this moment, and the breath that had been pressing on his heart for years seemed to add another kilogram.

"Xiao Xia—are you there?" Someone suddenly shouted in the front yard.

Cheng Xia came back to his senses and replied, "Aunt He? I'm in the room."

Aunt He followed the sound to the side yard, followed by a small person who seemed to be trembling behind her, and after a while she scrambled awkwardly behind the wall.Cheng Xia looked at the shadow behind the wall, and knew in his heart that it was A Bao, Aunt He's boy.When the little guy came to play in his room yesterday, he stole a tome-looking dictionary and played prestige among a bunch of little kids in the yard. He was caught by Cheng Xia and punished for copying the book, and now he is a little afraid to show his face in front of him.

Cheng Xia calmly looked away from the wall, opened the window, and greeted Aunt He with a smile all over her face.After exchanging a few pleasantries, Aunt He got to the point.

"Xiao Xia, there are not enough people in my house on Saturday, are you free?"

Aunt He's family specializes in farmhouse entertainment. Her family has not been doing it for a long time, and she was introduced to such a way of making money last year, but because of Aunt He's outstanding craftsmanship, every dish is delicious. They have undeveloped but interesting scenery here, and business has boomed in a short period of time.

Cheng Xia can be regarded as Aunt He watched him grow up, she trusted the child's temperament, and knew that his family's situation was not very good, so when there was not enough manpower, she would call Cheng Xia to help, and let him earn some money to save.

"Of course I'm free!" Cheng Xia smiled at Aunt He, and grabbed a handful of candy from the small table, "Take these little things for A Bao to taste."

Ah Bao, who was squatting like a ball behind the wall, his eyes lit up when he heard this, couldn't help stretching his head out.His family saw that he was too fat, so they didn't let him eat candy. Now, just hearing the sound of the candy wrapper rattling made him hungry.

"Hey! You are so used to him, no wonder that kid is getting more and more arrogant, thinking that there will be snacks for Brother Xia to eat!" Aunt He found that Abao was listening in the corner, and said loudly on purpose, "I can't put Give it to him, keep it and give it to him when he performs well."

What Aunt He said made Ah Bao's eyes widen, and he was so anxious that he wanted to jump out from behind the wall.

Cheng Xia glanced at A Bao who was squatting on the side, couldn't help laughing when he heard Aunt He's words, and gradually calmed down from his depression.

"Then Xiaoxia, remember not to cook by yourself that day, wait until auntie's, auntie will cook for you!" After teasing Abao, Aunt He turned around and walked out, following Abao quietly like Followed behind like a guerrilla war.

"Understood, Auntie, make me a plate of sauced meat, that's the one I love the most!" Cheng Xia also didn't leave, waved at Aunt He and ordered a dish.

The window was closed with a click, and as he walked, Cheng Xia thought that he would go to the city tomorrow to bargain for the old lock on the side street, and the antique refrigerator at home that was hundreds of years old was going out of business again. , I have to go to the vegetable market at the end of the street a few more times in the past few days... so much to do, where is the time to worry about it?

The author has something to say: Cheng Xia: (=_=) Same world, different celebrations before military training...

Shi Xu: It will be the same soon (^_^)~

The first few chapters mainly describe the background of the protagonist and the process of the two protagonists meeting.Cheng Xiashou, don't make a mistake~