my brother became a scum

The 23rd of the twelfth lunar month is a small year in the north. The people in the north showed great enthusiasm for the festival. I didn't want to go home, so I went to the nearest supermarket. There were only one family plus one family. Two people, a big family of more than a dozen people, I go alone, I feel a little alone, probably because I am lonely.

It’s been a while since I went to the supermarket. Most of the daily necessities are purchased by a dedicated person. In addition, there has been no fire in the house for a long time.

The reporter was a little girl with an apple face. Looking down at the microphone, it turned out to be from CCTV. She asked, "How is the price this year? How do you feel?"

"This year's prices are quite good, a little expensive, but not a lot. Rice is one yuan more expensive than last year."

"This elder brother is very sensitive to prices. Does he often go to the supermarket with his wife?"

"Uh... I'm not married yet."

The little girl smiled dryly, feeling a little embarrassed, and asked me again: "Then do you have any wishes for the New Year?"

"I can't figure it out for a while."

"Think about it, for example, find a partner, or get a promotion and raise your salary?"

"This... I hope everyone will make good money this year,"

"Apart from this?"

"I hope to catch more corrupt officials next year."

"Your wishes are in line with the core values ​​at this stage."

"Hey, nothing else to wish for."

"May I ask your surname?"

"The last name is Chen."

"Well, Mr. Chen, I wish you a happy Chinese New Year, thank you for cooperating with the interview."

"Happy New Year."

The little girl hurried to interview the next person, and I pushed the shopping cart to queue up to check out.

When I went to work the next day, I realized that the expressions of the subordinates were very subtle, as if they were holding back their laughter, but they didn't laugh out loud, so I pretended not to see it.There was a meeting of the municipal party committee at nine o'clock. First, we would summarize the work and focus on the new year's work. After the meeting was over, he asked me, "Comrade Heping, did you go to the supermarket yesterday?"

I froze for a moment, and replied to him: "Yeah, I got off work early yesterday, so I went shopping in the supermarket."

Everyone laughed, which made me a little baffled.On weekdays, the people present here are all older than me, and they get along more formally and elementally. In addition, the work tasks are heavy, and my time in full-time work is also short. This is the first time I have encountered such a relaxed situation.

I thought about the work I just reported, and found nothing wrong, so I had to bite the bullet and ask again: "What's wrong?"

"Did you not watch the morning news this morning?" the second in command asked me.

"No ah."

Feeling disrespectful, I turned on the projector, asked the secretary to adjust it, and switched to the morning news on CCTV.

When I saw the supermarket interview, I had a premonition that the interview might have been on the news that day. When it really happened to me, I found a column of very obvious subtitles next to it.

"Mr. Chen, an enthusiastic citizen."

The head took the lead and laughed, so everyone laughed.

The morning meeting ended with laughter. Just when I thought this matter would only end among those of us who care about the news, there was still a lot of enthusiasm on the Internet. The Internet Supervision Department greeted me , when I thought I was going to suppress it, I said that the response was not bad, and I was going to do some pushing hands over there.

I'm not very familiar with the self-media, but the popularity spread quickly. That night, Fatty Wang called me from afar, saying that I had become famous abroad and assumed the image of a "simple citizen".This incident had no effect on me, but the next day when the Municipal Party Committee made a promotional video, it took me out of the country and gave me a copy of the manuscript.Because of the filming of this promotional video, I worked overtime for a few hours that night.

The New Year is finally here, and on New Year's Eve, I saw my grandfather early in the morning, and I started to nest in the house and listen to the TV.The room is very warm, and the food ordered from the hotel exudes a tempting aroma. I sat at the dining table alone and ate while watching the Spring Festival Gala. Looking at it, I suddenly felt that I should find someone.

But when I just had this idea, the phone rang quickly. I lowered my head and saw a series of too familiar numbers——Zhang Chen.

My fingers crossed my mind, I answered the phone, and swiped to the public release. I stretched out my chopsticks to pick up the dumplings, and I heard Zhang Chen say with a smile.

"Happy New Year, Chen Heping."

"Happy New Year, Zhang Chen."

"what are you doing?"

"I'm eating dumplings."

"Oh……"

The dumplings were rolled in soy sauce, I picked them up again, blew them around my mouth, and stuffed them into my mouth.Zhang Chen was silent for a while, then continued: "I miss you so much, Chen Heping."

The dumpling skin was easily torn, and the soup and meat fragrance inside overflowed. I ate the dumpling peacefully and didn't want to speak back.

Zhang Chen waited for a while, then said, "You know I'm getting married, right?"

I hummed meaninglessly.

"You haven't called me for so many days."

I felt a little amused, and stretched out my chopsticks to pick up a new dumpling, which was still placed in the bowl and rolled with soy sauce.

"I'm getting married tomorrow, will you come over?"

I moved my eyes and looked at the changing numbers on the top of the phone. I didn't understand why I answered this call.

I put down my chopsticks and was about to hang up the call, but a second before I pressed my fingers, Zhang Chen suddenly made another sound.

"I know you won't come, Chen Heping, but believe it or not, I really love you."

Without saying a word, I hung up the call.

The dumplings were still hot and steaming white. I put the dumplings in a bowl and stuffed them into my mouth, but I couldn't taste them.

On the TV, there were a lot of flowers, and everyone sang happily. Unfortunately, their happiness and joy could not be conveyed to me.I think I should really find a partner.

After eating the dumplings, I probably cleaned up some of them. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, it was twelve o'clock. There were not many people I needed to send New Year's greetings to. I wished them business-like, but my phone was flooded with text messages from all sides. Full, I yawned and went to sleep.

Sleeping in a muddle, half dreaming and half awake, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon when he was fully awake, and a scene picture of Zhang Chen's wedding was pushed on his mobile phone, so he didn't bother to look at it.

I opened WeChat, swiped through Moments by accident, and found Zhang Chen's post. He took a picture of the night sky, and the caption was the last night of being single.

I blocked him for a long time, and when I clicked on the settings of my phone, I realized that it had been unblocked at some point—I didn't do that, and the only one who could do it was Zhang Chen.

I was about to continue to block, but the picture was always dangling in front of my eyes. I reopened Moments, clicked on the picture, and a corner of the residential building was exposed in the picture, and the more I looked at it, the more familiar it looked.

I opened the curtains, and it was exactly the same as the building opposite.

Zhang Chen came here last night, perhaps standing downstairs in my house, raised his mobile phone to take a picture of the night sky, he deliberately didn’t cut out the residential building, thinking that I would see and find it.

But this move is meaningless. On the first night before the wedding, I went downstairs to take photos with half my ex. This behavior is not affectionate, but sick—and I can't give birth to the slightest pity.

If this was a popular novel, Zhang Chen would either repent before the wedding and express that he would not get married, or go to jail during the wedding and fail to get married. Luckily.

It's a pity that life is not a novel, and Zhang Chen will not suddenly change his sex. This wedding was finally held smoothly.

I spent seven days in the house, lounging in bed most of the time, like a rusty piece of machinery, and traveling or finding something to do was a wonderful way to soothe, but I always felt My spirit is not as good as before. Maybe I have been too tired from work for more than a year. I am so tired that I don't want to move at all.

However, on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, I still have to go to work normally, and there are still many things to do in the new year.The world can turn around without anyone, and anyone can live without people. Zhang Chen and I should pass.

I was busy with work for half a day, and when I took a break at noon, I subconsciously pulled out the left drawer, revealing the red USB flash drive inside, I inserted it in again, and the password input box popped up, when my fingers rested on the keyboard again, inexplicable I remembered the last conversation I had with Zheng Qiang in the car.

By the time I realized it, I had already entered a line of words.

"Zhang Chen is not a fuel-efficient lamp"

Before I had time to press the confirmation document, the input box flashed three times and turned into a big green check mark—this password was cracked just like that.

I finally realized that Zheng Qiang didn't tell me the password, but that I never thought about it in that direction. I remembered every word he said to me, and I also entered it several times when experimenting with the password. It never occurred to me to test this sentence.

Perhaps deep down, I used to be against this sentence. I have always held a protective attitude towards Zhang Chen.

But now, Zhang Chen and I have completely fallen apart, and I suddenly remembered this sentence, and finally the experiment was successful.

My hands were shaking as I clicked on the folder, and I was terrified, even though I didn't want to admit it.

I don't want the evidence inside to be related to Zhang Chen, but things often backfire.

I read for more than two hours, and only confirmed one thing, the umbrella behind the situation in Handong is Zhang Chen's mother, which is enough evidence to destroy Zhang Chen's family.

I am not sure about the authenticity of these evidences, I would rather believe that it is false, and even regret guessing the password and opening this USB flash drive.

My brain was hurting badly, my hands were shaking all the time, and I resisted instinctively.

But I still copied and backed up all the files in it many times, and pulled out the USB flash drive. I took it and walked out of the office slowly and with difficulty.

The subordinate asked me if I wanted to call a taxi, but I politely declined. I went downstairs, put on my black plain glasses, waved for a taxi, and got in the car.

"Where are you going?" the driver asked me.

"No. 2 A, Yonganmen Neidong Street." I replied.

The driver turned his head and glanced at me. He didn't speak, but he still knew the way.

I got out of the car and started to walk towards the upper steps. After walking dozens of steps, I staggered and carried forward directly, but instead of falling to the ground, I crashed into someone's arms.

I raised my head and saw a familiar face: "Zheng Dongyang."