Miss you, He Jiabao

The father and son squatted together to take a bath. The bathroom at home was being renovated, and it was in a mess. After dinner, the two of them simply took a big basin to the yard to wash their hands.

It was midsummer, and after the sun receded, there was still a warm residual temperature, and it didn't feel cool to be outside at all.

Scooping the water in the basin, Han Xiao rubbed his back and asked:

"Dad, why is there always so much mud on my body?"

Han Aiguo glanced at his son and soaped his own towel.

"Of course the young man has a lot of mud on him."

Then Han Xiao said:

"That's why you don't have so much mud on you, old man."

Han Aiguo couldn't help but glared at him angrily, and said:

"What kind of old man, he can't speak, he is called a master."

Think about it and add another sentence:

"I can't be called a master, I'm still young..."

Han Xiao nodded and grinned:

"Yes, you are still young, you should be called big brother, and you can't be called older."

"Hey, brat! You're the only one with a poor mouth!"

2016.7.11

8:00a.m, inside the subway line 1.

Han Xiao raised his hand and looked at his watch. The time was exactly eight o'clock, and there was still an hour and a half before the interview time, and three or ten minutes before the interview location. No matter what, there was still plenty of time.

Han Xiao has a habit, that is, he must have an extra hour of extra time than the total schedule when he goes out to do errands, so that he can take his time and attend appointments more gracefully.

He was very satisfied and yearning for the company he interviewed with today. The resume in the bag was also carefully prepared by him. In his mind, he rehearsed all possible answers dozens of times.

He must work hard to get this offer.

However, there was a small episode at this time.

A girl in the carriage seemed to have a dispute with the aunt with the child sitting next to her.

Han Xiao didn't see what happened before and after, all he knew was that the aunt was very angry, hugging her grandson and yelling at the girl.

"Hey, what kind of girl are you? My grandson is sleeping, what happened to your feet accidentally touching your skirt? Why are you pushing my grandson's feet around like this! Are you polite?"

The girl blushed with anger, turned to the aunt and said:

"I'm wearing a white dress. I'm going to an interview today. Your grandson's feet rubbed against my skirt. What's wrong with me pushing away? There's only one seat, and your grandson's feet are almost on my lap. "

"What's wrong with your lap? Then this is a child! You, a big girl, don't know how to give in to a child? When you grow up so big, your parents never taught you to give in to someone younger than you. Interview What's the matter, who is to blame for getting dirty in such a white skirt?"

……

All the people in the carriage looked over, the aunt's scolding made the girl look even more embarrassed, her face was blushing, and she was so wronged that she wanted to cry.

The aunt still didn't let it go, she still read brokenly:

"I don't think you are a little girl anymore. You are still so tender when you go out to wear clothes. Such a long white skirt doesn't look like a serious person who is going to work. What's wrong with others getting your skirt dirty? Children, you will be the same in the future. Those with children don't understand the truth at all..."

"Hey, hey, girl."

Han Xiao couldn't stand it anymore, he raised his hand and waved to the girl, asking her to sit in his seat.

When the girl saw a person in the carriage rescue her, her tearful eyes were full of gratitude, and she carried her skirt and bag to the opposite side.

The girl sat down, thanked Han Xiao, and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hand.

Han Xiao turned around and stood, looking at aunt.

"My aunt, what are you talking about? Why are you attacking people while talking? What does the age of a girl have to do with you? You discriminate against people based on age? What about you? Don't wear this floral dress Out.

Your grandson is sleeping one by one. I think he is really sleeping very deeply. He still hasn't woken up after you talked so much. It won't affect anything if the girl moves his feet away.

It's very important that the girl is going to interview today. Your grandson stained her skirt, it's your fault. It's your fault that your grandson didn't wake up. "

This aunt is probably a bullying person. Seeing Han Xiao, a man who is about 1.8 meters tall, said her, she didn't refute a word, she just hugged her precious grandson, and when the next stop arrived, she immediately stood up Come and walk away.

The rest of the people in the carriage, after a few seconds, suddenly applauded collectively.

A person next to him patted Han Xiao on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Brother, what you said is really refreshing. I can't get used to such an old lady who is so cynical!"

"That's right, one mouthful of her grandson, if I were her grandson, my scalp would feel numb!"

"Isn't it? There are more and more unreasonable old people like this now..."

Everyone started talking to each other, and the silence just now was completely gone. Only the girl sitting there and Han Xiao had cold faces.

There were three rounds of interviews, first with the hr, then with the department head, and finally with the department manager. Fortunately, Han Xiao's information was solid enough. From the scholarship to the projects he participated in during his graduate studies, he won a lot of goodwill from the other party.

Coupled with the fluent answers, sincerity and frankness, Han Xiao believes that his performance this time is not bad.

When leaving, hr said that he would reply in four days at the latest, and asked him to pay attention to his email information.

After returning to the rental house at night, Han Xiao called back.

Over there was Han Aiguo's energetic voice.

"Hey! Brat, why did you hang up when I called you just now? What's the matter with you? You're so busy that you don't have time to talk?"

Han Xiao sorted out the things he brought back from his buddy with one hand, and said with a smile:

"Didn't you leave something in the dormitory? I put it at my buddy's place. I went to get it this afternoon. It's not convenient to carry things so I hung up on you."

"Well, I don't blame you, but you remember to come back tomorrow. It's my birthday, so don't miss it. And your mother, I want to make you sweet and sour pork ribs and salt and pepper prawns. Remember to buy early tickets .”

"Hey, I see, I won't tell you anymore, I'm packing my things."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, ready to eat noodles."

"Drink noodles again? You will eat noodles! Didn't you learn to cook something when you were outside?"

Han Xiao switched hands and smiled.

"What are you learning? For someone like me who only knows how to eat but can't cook, it's good if he can make a bowl of cooked noodles by himself. If it's not good enough, he can still order takeaway. Don't worry about it."

"Okay, I don't care about you anymore. I went out for a walk with your mother. Go blind yourself. One day, there will be more people around to take care of you, and you will always eat noodles..."

"Oh, that's fine, I'm hanging up, I'm hanging up."

"Hang on, hang on... brat..."

After the call ended, Han Xiao went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, looked inside and said to himself:

"Who said I can only serve noodles, and I can also fry eggs..."