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"Honey……"

"Dear……"

"Honor?"

"Friendly...!"

Song Hailin crumpled the paper with red lines on it and threw it all over the table.

bother!

It has been a week since he went home, and his irritability has not been relieved at all, even if the computer, mobile phone and game console are beside him, it is useless.

He is no stranger to this feeling.

It was exactly the same mood as when he was thrown to Qingshui Township.

After returning home, he and Pan Shicheng ate two meals of hot pot and three meals of barbecue in seven days. When they saw him back, Xiao Pan had to say a few words that his buddy suffered in the countryside and his buddy lost weight.

Song Hailin himself didn't think so.

Most people have the same idea as Pan Shicheng, thinking that he is suffering in Qingshui Township, without this, no place, no internet, no money, no heating, but he really doesn’t think so, but he can’t say that. No one believed it, maybe he should be labeled as a coward.

He used to be too lazy to deal with interpersonal relationships. In the eyes of others, he was arrogant, so he didn't have many friends.I lived in Zhucheng for a long time before, and I found it quite boring.He goes to and from school all day long, and in his spare time, he attends an extracurricular interest class, and his classmates drag and hang out together, but he doesn't go if he can.Although Zhucheng is not a place lacking in material entertainment, Song Hailin, who lives here, is very monotonous in terms of spiritual life.

At most, he would go out for a few meals with Pan Shicheng or his parents.

Haven't even seen a few movies.

The only thing I remember is that his mother took him to watch a romantic movie, his mother cried the whole time, and he slept the whole time.

From then on, when his mother took him out to watch movies again, he refused to follow her life and death.

Therefore, Zhucheng gave him the impression of indifference.

A cold and calm city.

The root cause of his irritability of being thrown to Qingshui Township is not that he left Zhucheng, nor did he go to a place with poor conditions, but more because of his father's tough attitude, which directly drove his dream of playing games into the endless hell like.

Regardless of this point, Qingshui Township is a very attractive place.

The first thing is the human touch.

Although the aunt who talks about people's right and wrong in the alley is occasionally annoying, but this is the world.How can there be peace in the world?The same is true of people.Those people in Zhucheng are all high-quality on the surface, and everyone has the same skin of looking at the world with a cold eye. Maybe they don't know much about what's going on inside.This is not human.People are warm, fresh, flesh and blood, just like the people in Qingshui Township.

One second, you still hate him so much, but the next second, he has a way to give you some warmth.

People are three-dimensional.

Good and bad little thoughts, who can not have a little bit.

As soon as Song Hailin entered Qingshui Township, there was nothing that could catch his eyes, and he hadn't been annoyed by him, but after a long time, he had been annoyed by him, and finally became reluctant.

If I had to say, there was nothing that bothered him.

perhaps……

It's his iron egg brother.

In the future, you won't go back again, right?

Thinking that Qingshui Township was just a small episode, which only took up the most insignificant fraction of time in his life, he felt like something was missing.

This feeling reached its peak when he wanted to call Su Shen, but found that there was no number.

Fuck!

He rolled a new piece of letter paper into a ball and threw it casually on the corner of the table.

To write a bad letter, I have been writing it all night, and it was blocked at the beginning.

The idea of ​​writing a letter to Su Shen came up after he had thought hard for a long time.He also called grandma's landline, wondering if he could find out Su Shen's number tactfully, but failed.

As for why he came up with such a bad idea in the end, Song Hailin himself was puzzled.

I'm afraid I'm not a fool.

Why do you have to contact Su Shen?He didn't even think about it himself.I just feel that there is no such a talkative king as Su Shen to talk to him now, and I am not used to it.

In the past, they stayed together every day, counting the time they stayed together for a long time, so it's reasonable for them to be unaccustomed to being separated for a while.

He turned on the desk lamp a bit, and spread out a new sheet of letter paper on the table. Instead of writing those attributives at the beginning, he wrote directly, "Su Shen:".

Su Shen:

Hello there!

During the winter vacation, Su Shen's life rhythm was not much different from before. The only difference was that he used to go to school to sort out the questions, but now he put this place at home.

Tian Zhe wandered to his house when he had nothing to do, and every time he came back, he had to sigh the last sentence, "How did the number one scholar become?".

"You say every day that I am the No. [-] Scholar, and if I fail to be the No. [-] Scholar, it will be up to you." Su Shen said.

Tian Zhe hugged the reluctant son, with a motherly smile on his face, "You are not a thing, why do you rely on me?"

"You keep whispering the word number one in my ear every day, if it bothers me then, wouldn't I not want to take the exam?" Su Shen rolled his eyelids, "This is called rebellious psychology. "

"You're already a fucking third year in high school, are you still rebellious?"

"I'm 33 rebellious and you can't control it."

The two of them and a cat gathered around the stove to keep warm, and Goudan was still a little obedient at this time, lying on the edge of the stove and not posing for the second uncle to Tian Zhe.

Tian Zhe roasted his hands for a while, and added some charcoal to the stove.

"Huh?" He suddenly shouted, and then picked up the red scarf that was still attached to the wool ball on the stool.

Su Shen patted his hand, and as soon as he let go, the wool shivered and returned to the original small paper box.

"Tomorrow is the end of the world, can I still see you weaving scarves?" Tian Zhe clicked his tongue.

"Today is the end." Putting the messy ball of wool back, "Hurry up and put the stove cover back on."

Tian Zhe hooked the cover with a hook and said, "The one you wove last time, I only saw that half of the arm was so long in the second year. What's the situation with you this time? I didn't see it when I came last time. It took only a few days to take shape?"

Su Shen didn't speak.

"You don't want to give it to me, do you?" Tian Zhe squinted his eyes and smiled while reaching for the ball of red wool, "Why are we so polite?"

"Stop it." Su Shen raised his voice.

Tian Zhe turned the corners of his mouth into the Mariana Trench, withdrew his hand unwillingly, and brushed the dog's hair while he was holding it back, with a longing look on his face, "Chen Shimei, I'm so unconscionable, stop my wife Marry again, and the newcomer will make the wedding dress."

Su Shen laughed, "Old man, didn't you say you're going to catch the New Year's Fair, are you going?"

"At the critical moment, I, an old man, will accompany you to the market to buy new year's goods."

"The newcomers are not as good as the old ones, okay?" Su Shen swiped forward, "Hurry up, walk around, there will be more people if you are later."

"Nianji is the time when no one is missing." Tian Zhe turned to the back and supported the handrail to push him forward.

When Tian Zhe pushed him forward like this, Su Shen felt like a small electric current shot up his back. He felt a little awkward, and suddenly thought of Song Hailin.

He stared blankly for a long time.

The winter vacation is half over.

These days, he is as busy as he was when he was in school. From morning to night, he finishes his homework, reads books, knits a few scarves from time to time.

It is rare to have a chance to think of Song Hailin.

But as soon as this long-lost feeling appeared, Su Shen suddenly discovered that his "no chance to remember" half a month ago was not really no chance, but he deliberately suppressed it.

He suddenly felt very ridiculous.

Ever since he grew up, he had never tried to let a person penetrate into his life in such an all-round way, so he never knew what kind of consequences it would bring.

See it now.

late.

Because I am used to it.

Moreover, Song Hailin will not come back again.That feeling of emptiness is stuck in the upper part of the stomach, unable to swallow or spit out, just stuck there, stuffy, and nauseating from time to time.

Either the psychological kind of nausea, or the physical, unadulterated nausea of ​​feeling like you've lost something but can't do anything about it.

This feeling made Su Shen very at a loss for a while.

In fact, think about it, when he was knitting that scarf, he told himself to knit and play, was it really just knitting and playing?Yes, really, just for fun, otherwise what else?Are you still thinking of giving it to someone?He wants to send it away, is there a place to send it?

The New Year Fair in Qingshui Township is on the 26th of the year, which is also the last time the market opens in a year. On this day in the past, all the stores on the street were closed to concentrate on preparing for the New Year. Therefore, the main road of Qingshui Township was extremely lively on this day.

Everyone is rushing to this day. In addition to selling all kinds of vegetables, meat, Spring Festival couplets and firecrackers, there are also some craftsmen who hold square pens and set up stalls on the side of the road to draw flower and bird characters, surrounded by a group of children in front of them.

Su Shen thought it was too noisy and didn't want to go inside, so he just bought a hanging whip at the top, picked the cleanest stall and bought some meatballs and frozen octopus.

Tian Zhe brought the Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters from their home, and the bank's logo was printed on them. Just the Spring Festival couplets of this bank alone, there are several hangings piled up at Tian Zhe's house.

Since the day when Laba pickled garlic, Grandma Su has been preparing for the New Year until 29.

When Tian Zhe came to their house to help post the Spring Festival couplets, Grandma Su was frying chicken nuggets in the kitchen, and the hairtail, grass carp, and lotus root fried two days ago were still drying in the yard, and the yard smelled like glutinous rice flour.

As soon as Tian Zhe entered, Grandma Song picked up a piece of freshly fried chicken with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth, it was so hot that he stomped his feet.

Su Shen also stuffed a mouthful of meat, and while chewing, directed Tian Zhe to paste the Spring Festival couplets.

"No, that's not right, what you're holding is not the Shanglian, the last word of the Shanglian has to be in a low tone, change it and change it."

"Easy, mediocre, like someone who has never learned Chinese," Tian Zhe said while changing a couplet, "Mediocre, mediocre, such a smart Chinese, such a beautiful Chinese."

"You can just jump a few more times." Su Shen choked while standing in the wind, and then continued, "You have made your debut."

Tian Zhe didn't say a word, and directly slapped the word "Fu" on Su Shen's forehead with a piece of tape on it, "For those who celebrate Chinese New Year, I will accumulate some blessings for your mouth."

"It's New Year's Eve." Su Shen narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"If you don't speak, you will be accumulating good fortune and virtue." Tian Zhe said.

It is impossible for Su Shen not to speak.When pasting the blessing character on the screen wall, the old man ordered again, "Turn to the left, hey, are you to the left, you are getting more and more biased."

"How about this?" Tian Zhe raised his arms and adjusted his position.

"Lower."

"so?"

"To the right."

"Is that all right?"

"Taller."

"Fuck!" Tian Zhe slapped the confession on the wall and jumped off the chair, the old old wood creaked a few times and whimpered overwhelmed, "That's how it is, love is right or wrong, Whoever will post couplets for you in the future will be a fool."

"Silly, you said the same thing last year." Su Shen reminded him.

Su Shen felt very distressed when she saw grandma busy.

Because, during the Chinese New Year, there will be only the two of them in their house, there will be no bustle and no one, so there is actually no need to prepare so many things.

In his memory, his brother-in-law never came back for the New Year.

His grandma married her grandpa from the city, so since grandpa passed away, other relatives have been less frequent year after year.

But grandma is busy every year, just like when grandpa was still there, creating a lively illusion.

The desolation in his bones cannot be covered by illusions.

Therefore, the more you build, the more lonely you become.

When people get old, it may be easier to miss the days of the big family, and some things will be remembered more clearly.

Su Shen's mother happened to be born on the [-]th birthday of the twelfth lunar month, so she was young.In the past, every year at this time, when grandma served dumplings, she would wrap a dumpling with copper coins in it, and every time she secretly fished it into Mama Su's bowl.In the following years, every time Su Shen was young, he could eat a dumpling with copper coins.

Eat it when you get it.

He didn't say anything, and grandma didn't say anything, pretending it didn't happen.But in fact, for grandma, when she wrapped the copper coins in, she had already seen the whole family sitting together laughing and singing birthday songs.

It's the same this year.

Grandma's new year is not on the first day of the [-]th day, but in the atmosphere of preparing these new year's goods.

When she was frying things, it was as if Grandpa was still around to help her light the fire.

Therefore, Su Shen's family's [-]th birthday doesn't actually look like a New Year's Eve.

Most families would get up early on Thirty's Day, but Su Shen habitually stayed in bed.Some things, if you don’t compare them, you won’t feel lost. Usually, you don’t feel lonely, but the opportunity of Chinese New Year can always be just right to highlight people’s deepest nostalgia. At this time, you will miss your family.

In the morning of thirty, Su Shen dreamed vaguely that his mother was eating dumplings with copper coins, but the bowl of dumplings was bottomed out, and the copper coins were not eaten.I asked grandma what was going on, but grandma didn't speak.

He was in a hurry when he was suddenly splashed with ice water head-on.

Then, wake up.

Opening his eyes, a big face with a beaming smile approached him, and the man's cold hands were still covering his cheeks.

"Happy Chinese New Year." Song Hailin said.