You who walk against the light

Compared with Zhong Can, he looks like a fungus growing in a damp corner, with a melancholy, sensitive, and strong self-esteem.

In fact, he is not very envious of Zhong Can's parents like aunts and uncles. After all, they are busy with work all year round, and only care about their children's study or life when they are free.When it comes to daily care and care, Amei is far more competent than the two of them.

Ziming does not lack the care of his elders. He has no regrets with a diligent and protective mother like Amei.

When he was growing up, he was not afraid of Zhong Can, but he was afraid of Kaifan.

In a sense, Kaifan protects Zhong Can like an umbrella, someone will cover everything he does, his brother will cover him when he comes home late, and he will ask his brother for money if he is not enough.

Although Zhong Ziming didn't want to admit it, he also wanted such a brother.

Zhong Can said before that he, as long as he likes, let him choose.But one time when he came out after finishing the book, he ran into Zhong Kaifan.Stung by that cold and disdainful gaze, he gently closed the door and clenched it tightly.

Amei felt strange that Ziming didn't turn over the book "The Shepherd Boy's Fantastic Journey" on the table.

Amei asked him, "Why don't you watch it?"

Ziming replied, "I don't want to watch it."

Ah Mei wiped her hands, and gently opened the book. The name 'Zhong Can' was written on the title page, and they all said that the handwriting was like that of a person. The handwriting was elegant and unrestrained, and it really looked like Zhong Can.

Ah Mei took the book, sat next to her son, and asked softly, "Isn't this Ah Can's? Don't you have a good relationship with him?"

Ziming buried his head in the pillow and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to read it, the book is not mine anyway."

Ah Mui finally understood, she was usually so busy that she forgot that her son was already sixteen, so she should have some pocket money.So she walked towards the closet lightly, and there was a biscuit box on the top floor, which was given by the guests at home during the Chinese New Year.After eating the biscuits, the box looks so delicate, what a pity to lose it.

So Amei cleaned the box, and when she got closer, she could still smell the faint scent of butter, and there was the small change that Amei usually saved.For example, those who bought extra vegetables, those who got change for property fees, and those who paid utility bills.She mentioned to Chen Li that she had to keep accounts every month.Chen Li said, remember what, it's all small money, you just need to take care of the three ancestors in the family.

There was no place to put the change, so she had to put it together. Since Chen Li didn't plan to ask for it, she would accept it. She just took better care of the house and bought some snacks for the children every now and then. She had a clear conscience.

Amei carefully took out the box of biscuits, picked out the 200 denominations, collected [-] yuan and handed it to her son, "Hey, buy whatever you want."

Ziming moved his arms away, seeing his mother's loving face, felt extremely uncomfortable, and shouted uncontrollably, "I don't want it!"

Amei looked at him strangely: "There are more and more problems! I got used to it!" As she said, she folded the money and put the biscuit box back to its original place.Finally, she leaned over to the desk and read clearly the words on the cover.

A week later, Ziming saw the "Fantasy Journey of the Shepherd Boy" on the desk again, but this book hadn't been opened yet, and there was a checkout slip from Xinhua Bookstore on it, with Amei's twisted and weird handwriting on it—— 'Give me Ziming'.

Brand new, bought just for myself.

He could even imagine his mother lying on the counter, writing seriously.

His tears fell uncontrollably on the transparent film, crystal clear like dewdrops.And the extra money was stuffed in his schoolbag by his mother. That afternoon, he lay on the desk in the room, crying so much that he couldn't help himself.

After a long time, he was a little tired from crying. He gently scratched the film, and opened the book. It was offset paper again. The pages were very sharp. When he turned the page, he cut Zhong Ziming's hand. There was a very thin wound without bleeding.

But the index finger felt itchy and painful, just like his mood at the moment.

There is a sentence in that book that Zhong Ziming will never forget: If you really desire something, the whole universe will work hard to help you realize your dream.

For more than ten years, Zhong Ziming often wondered what his dream was.

In all fairness, his mother, Amei, is very strict with him. Although she is usually gentle and kind, once she makes a principled mistake, she is always severely punished.Zhong Ziming later thought

However, even if I wanted to do something bad, I couldn't get past my mother in the end.

He is not a person who is eager for quick success, and it is even more impossible for him to do anything for money. His idea is simple from the beginning to the end - to leave here one day, and rely on his own strength to make his mother happy.

He wants to be independent of personality and material, and to gain his own dignity and decency.

But in this situation, I am afraid that it will be difficult to get out of it for a while.

Zhong Ziming slowly withdrew his thoughts, feeling extremely depressed.When the green light came on, he slowly increased the speed and the car moved forward steadily.More than half an hour later, Guo Jichuan called and urged: "You have a difficult labor on the way? It's been more than an hour and you haven't arrived yet."

Zhong Ziming said with a good temper: "The road is blocked, I can't fly without wings."

"Where have you been?"

"We've arrived at Wangfujing Street, looking for a place to park."

"Hurry up," Guo Jichuan was about to hang up the phone, and at the end, he couldn't help being a little happy: "Your boy has a good fortune today..."

Feng Cong's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Old Guo, keep your mouth shut!"

"All right, all right—" Guo Jichuan didn't dare to say any more, and said with a muffled smile, "Be careful on the road."

"Hey." Zhong Ziming responded.He didn't know what kind of medicine they sold in their gourds. Since coming to Beijing, counting the people they met in school, those they had dealt with at work, and those who had a solid relationship, there were only a few left.

Zhong Ziming parked the car and walked towards No. 5 Jinyu Hutong. It was already dark, and the air was chilly, which made people shiver uncontrollably.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, the waiter immediately led the way after asking in a low voice.

Before the door of the private room was opened, the voices of Lao Guo and the others were already heard.

Just as he was talking, Zhong Ziming came in with a smile on his lips, "It's late——"

"Punish, punish, punish!" Min Changping pointed to the two bottles of Moutai on the table. He had a Chinese character face and the image of a cadre.

Feng Cong stopped him: "What? Is it yours or mine if you get drunk?" He glanced at Zhong Ziming, "How expensive is this guy?"

"Don't let the beautiful blessings be broken if you don't enjoy them." Guo Jichuan interjected.

There was a burst of laughter in the room, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Zhong Ziming found a vacant seat and sat down, put the car keys on the table, pointed at the people in front of him with his index finger, with a smile on his lips: "I'm not here, you all make fun of me one by one?"

"Don't dare." Min Changping put away his joke, got up and walked towards the door, and whispered to the waiter, "The food can be served."

Apart from Feng Cong whose family is involved in the film and television industry, Min Changping and Guo Jichuan are good friends of Zhong Ziming's college days, and the three family backgrounds are very good.Min Changping was born as the son of a cadre, and entered the system after graduation; Guo Jichuan's family was in business, engaged in import and export trade, and said that he would return when he had enough trouble.Last time, it was Feng Cong who was in the middle and contacted Tian Xin, and then frightened Zhong Kaifan with the live video.

Knowing that Zhong Ziming can't drink alcohol, Guo Jichuan poured him a cup of tea, and Moutai kept it for himself to drink with Changping and the others.

The dishes are served one after another, and there are exquisite dishes in front of you. The sunflower duck is exquisitely cut, and the duck meat is neatly cut and placed on a carrot fork. The most famous Tan family dishes are bird's nest and shark's fin. The braised shark's fin is served on the table, and the soup is thick , is apricot yellow, melts in the mouth, and is moderately salty and sweet; apart from other main courses, there are also desserts such as hibiscus buns and fried crisp boxes.

Zhong Ziming put the chopsticks aside and said with a smile, "How do you move the chopsticks?"

"Eat a meal and still show off, it seems that you pity everything." Guo Jichuan scolded him angrily.

The bowls and chopsticks touched lightly, and the crisp and pleasant sound echoed in the private room.

Min Changping took a sip of the soup and asked, "Zi Ming, I heard that the crown prince is back?"