70s rebirth daily

"Birthday?" Song Fengchen was slightly taken aback.

After doing the math, it seems that the birthday of the predecessor is indeed in the past few days.

"Hmm." Xu Shujian replied with a smile, as if remembering something, he reached out and took a box of almond honey cake from the table, opened it and took one out, and handed it to Song Fengchen's mouth.

Song Fengchen took it with his mouth open, bit half of it, and brought the remaining half to Xu Shujian's mouth. When Xu Shujian also opened his mouth to take it, he took a sip from the corner of Xu Shujian's mouth and asked, "How do you know?"

Xu Shujian swallowed the cake in her mouth: "Isn't it written on the marriage certificate!"

"Hmm!" Song Fengchen snorted, the joy that filled his body almost turned into substance, and the unhappiness in his heart that had been caused by seeing Zhu Anshi disappeared completely at this moment.

Although today is not his real birthday, but whoever makes Xu Shujian think it is, it has to be.

Anyway, it's not a birthday!

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of Xu Shujian's mouth again.

Then Xu Shujian stuffed a mouthful of the cigar, with a smile in his eyes: "Try and see if this brand of cigar suits your taste."

"Okay." Song Fengchen's eyebrows were gentle, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved.

After speaking, he picked up the lighter in the velvet box, turned and went to the balcony.

Song Fengchen's addiction to cigarettes is not heavy. Usually, he can smoke a pack of cigarettes for a week, and this includes giving out to acquaintances.As for cigars, I have always maintained a frequency of four to five per month.He probably prefers the smell of tobacco leaves to the smell of smoke.

He also never smoked around Xu Shujian. Although nicotine and tar may not harm him, they will affect Xu Shujian's body to some extent.

Smoking is also his only hobby so far.

This is probably the main reason why Xu Shujian gave him these as birthday presents.

Amidst the smog, Song Fengchen raised his hand and plucked the honeysuckle on the balcony.

Wasn't it the piece of broken charcoal that Wang Jianshe gave him when he was looking for treasures at the Dongxian Waste Collection Station? Xu Shujian from his family saw it, so she found a broken earthen pot and planted it.

Not long after Xu Shujian moved back to the cowshed, the person who took care of it became Xu Junmin.Later, the Xu and Zhao families were rehabilitated. Out of nostalgia, Xu Junmin took this pot of honeysuckle with him when he left Yuexi Village and returned to the capital.

This wasn't some time ago, when Xu Junmin went on a business trip, this pot of honeysuckle came into Xu Shujian's hands again.

In a blink of an eye, a year and a half passed.

This honeysuckle has also grown from a chopstick-thick shoot to a bush with a cross-sectional area of ​​more than one square meter, and flower buds the size of little finger knuckles have sprouted from the branches.

Looking at these brings back so many memories!

Song Fengchen picked the branches and leaves of the honeysuckle tree, and his eyes fell on a bare piece on the crown of the tree the size of a saucer. He asked casually, "Shu Jian, have you picked this honeysuckle?"

He remembered that Xu Shujian said the day before yesterday that when these buds grow a little longer, they will be picked to make honeysuckle tea.

"No," Xu Shujian was busy handling the hare in her hand: "I thought you picked it!"

Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows, it wasn't him or Xu Shujian, who picked it?

There have been no guests at home for the past two days.

He thought, at this moment, a slight tremor suddenly came from the left side of the lower end of the honeysuckle tree in front of him.

"By the way," Xu Shujian asked: "How do you want to eat this hare, braised in soy sauce or dry pot?"

"Dry the pot." Song Fengchen replied, while reaching out to push aside the branches and leaves of the honeysuckle tree.

"Where are the razor clams?" Xu Shujian asked again.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, Song Fengchen's answer was not available.

"Huh?" He poked his head out of the kitchen.

Then I saw Song Fengchen standing in front of the potted honeysuckle straighten up, he turned around, and conveniently put the cigar on the ashtray, with the corners of his mouth in his mouth, looking very happy: "Shu Jian, I'll show you something good. "

"What?" Xu Shujian didn't understand why.

Song Fengchen walked over: "Hand."

Seeing Song Fengchen's serious appearance, Xu Shujian also became curious. He took a towel on the shelf to wipe his hands, and then stretched it out.

Song Fengchen took out his right hand from behind, put it in Xu Shujian's palm, and slowly released his fingers.

A small monkey with a body length of about [-] centimeters appeared in Xu Shujian's palm. It curled up in a ball, revealing only a round and big left eye that swiveled up and down, and two small ears were hidden in the furry circle. In his head, he didn't recognize his life at all.

"This is a pen monkey?" Xu Shujian stared slightly, her tone full of disbelief.

Pen monkeys, also known as ink monkeys and sleeve monkeys, were highly sought after by ancient literati. There is a saying in "Wuyi Mountain Records" in Daoguang's engraved edition of the Qing Dynasty that "Wang Sun is like a monkey but small, and as big as a fist."

According to legend, Zhu Xi, a famous Confucianist in the Song Dynasty, once raised a pen monkey.When Zhu Xi was reading, it would sit on the pen holder and "listen attentively"; when Zhu Xi wanted to write articles, it would jump off the pen holder and grind the ink diligently; Let the stranger enter.

But these are just rumors after all, at least in the past few decades, no traces of pen monkeys have been heard of.

No wonder Xu Shujian was so pleasantly surprised.

"Where did it come from?" He stretched out his hand to tease the little monkey, and the light golden fluff all over his body straightened up and fell forward, hugging his fingers.

Seeing this scene, Song Fengchen smiled even more. He turned his head and pointed to the pot of honeysuckle: "I grabbed it from the flower pot."

"Huh?" Xu Shujian was taken aback for a moment, and said with a little disappointment, "It's not that someone else raised it, and then came to our house by accident, right?"

"Probably not." Song Fengchen said: "I just checked carefully, and it doesn't have any human breath on it."

"Really?" Xu Shujian's eyes lit up.

"Yes." Song Fengchen nodded.

Xu Shujian was in a better mood. He raised his finger and scratched the little monkey's chin: "Little guy, do you want to stay at my house?"

With watery eyes, the little monkey looked back at the potted honeysuckle on the balcony, then at Song Fengchen, and decisively rubbed Xu Shujian's finger.

Xu Shujian was half surprised and half taken for granted: "Is it so humane?"

In this way, there is a little life in the family.

Just when Song Fengchen was ordered by Xu Shujian to make a small bed and rice bowl for the little monkey, someone came to the door with a letter from Changning Guanxuan Chengzi.