life without fabrication

After work in the afternoon, Du Ruofei and Fu Rongji went to the supermarket to buy vegetables as promised.

Both of them were dressed in straight suits and had extraordinary manners. They were pushing the cart in their hands and carefully picked up the vegetables, causing the aunts all around to look sideways at them.

"Do you eat spicy food?" Fu Rongji shook a bag of millet pepper in his hand.

"I'm not taboo, you can eat whatever you want." Du Ruofei said.

"That's really easy to raise." Fu Rongji teased and threw the millet pepper into the cart, and picked out a few vegetables that were easy to preserve.

After paying the bill, they both returned the house, Du Ruofei fed the dog and the rabbit, and Fu Rongji washed his hands and made soup.

Chop millet peppers and pickled peppers into rings, add oil, ginger, garlic, sauerkraut, and pickled radish and stir-fry, then add fat beef, enoki mushrooms, and yellow lantern chili sauce and continue to stir-fry, then add enough water to stew to make a soup. Finally, boil the noodles in cold water and add them to the pot...

Fu Rongji made fat beef noodles in sour soup for two people, and served them in white porcelain bowls. The soup was rich, the fat beef was delicious, and the noodles were chewy.

Although Du Ruofei has also eaten a lot of noodles from street stalls to high-end hotels, but when he resisted the urge to eat delicious food and pretended to be reserved, he decided that this was the best meal he had ever eaten in his life He sincerely praised: "It's delicious."

Fu Rong bit his chopsticks and asked, "President Du, do you have any favorite dishes?"

Du Ruofei thought about it seriously, and said, "Meat. Sauce beef, braised pork, grilled chicken, grilled fish, and grilled whole lamb."

Fu Rongji said: "I know all these, and I will make them for you when I have time."

Having a wife like this, what can a husband ask for? !

Just as Du Ruofei was about to say yes, he heard the rapid ringtone.

Fu Rongji quickly took out his mobile phone, glanced at the screen and answered it: "Uncle Zhao, what's the matter?"

The surroundings were quiet, and Du Ruofei heard a few intermittent words faintly coming from the other end of the phone: The water pipes in the house... Tidy up... It's ok...

"Thank you Uncle Zhao." Fu Rongji hung up the phone.

"Is your house repaired?" Du Ruofei asked.

"Well, it's almost there."

"Are you going to move back?" Du Ruofei asked again.

Fu Rongji thought that he thought he had lived for a long time, so he hurriedly said: "I've been bothering you for the past two days, and I will pack my luggage by myself tomorrow."

Du Ruofei fell silent, hesitant to speak.

Fu Rongji looked at Du Ruofei's face, unable to see what he was thinking, and unconsciously clenched the phone tightly nervously, and he didn't feel any pain when the corners pierced into his palm.

"I live alone, and you will live alone when you go back." Du Ruofei said slowly, "Why don't you just treat me as a writer?"

Hearing this, Fu Rongji suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his fingertips trembled imperceptibly.

"Family".

Every time Fu Rongji saw this word, an illusory concept remained in his mind.

His mother was an actress in a theater troupe and his father was a freelance writer.

Actors and literati, talented and beautiful, in the storybook, they act out beautiful stories that are as romantic as dreams and do not eat fireworks, but in reality, they can only gradually fall into the quagmire of the mortal world for the sake of an embarrassing life.

They quarreled occasionally, closed the door tightly, and yelled at each other in vulgar language——

"I go to work exhaustingly outside every day, do I still have to serve you old man when I come back? Will you die if you do housework?"

"I call you out every day to find a regular job, don't you? Do you really treat yourself as a joke by keeping a few broken manuscripts that no one wants?"

"Among all the sisters, no one has a better life than me now. Why did I stick to you, a wimp, a wimp..."

In the small three-bedroom room, the eardrums hurt from the sharp crying, Fu Rongji hid in the closet on his own, trying to block the noise.When he was young, he flipped through the idiom textbooks distributed by the school to recognize characters, and found that the entire page was written with "appearance is in harmony with spirit".

After the quarrel, the mother would open the door again and live the life of a petty citizen who thought it could not be worse and sadder.

Day after day, year after year, daily necessities, rice, oil, and salt are everywhere, from helplessness to habituation.

Even if it is not perfect, home is still home. Fu Rongji thought that nothing would change until that day when he saw a ghost.

That day, the school organized a fire drill for the senior grades, so the lower grades were given a holiday.Fu Rongji lingered alone at the school gate for a while, then walked home by himself.

No one in the house, empty and quiet.

Mother should have gone to work, but father was not at home for some reason.

The winter solstice is approaching, and everything is bleak.The wind leaked in through the open window, leaving a chill in the stagnant air. The thinly dressed Fu Rongji shivered, climbed into the bedroom closet, and fell asleep in a daze.

He was woken up by a gasp.

Fu Rongji rubbed his eyes, looked out through the crack of the wardrobe door, and in the next moment, fell into an ice cellar.

He saw ghosts.

Tall, naked, manly appearance, so terrifying.

The father was begging for mercy under the pressure of the ghost, moaning one after another, intermittently.

The bed boards creaked as if they could not bear their weight, which was noisy and harsh.

Fu Rongji was frightened, his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't stop shaking. He wanted to cry, but it seemed that something was strangling his throat, and he even found it difficult to breathe.

His eyes were getting dark, he tried his best to cover his ears to block out something, but it was useless, all the sounds were like small flying insects that penetrated through his fingers, gnawed at his eardrums, and gnawed at him. nerve.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard the door outside the house slam open, someone was screaming, something was smashed, the whole world began to collapse, and everything fell apart.

When the mother opened the closet and saw Fu Rongji, the expression on her face was as if she had seen an evil ghost climbing up from Abi Hell.

"Will mother come back?" Fu Rongji asked his father.

My father has been smoking cigarettes recently, one after another, the smell of smoke is everywhere in the house, and the light of the setting sun falls into the smoke, hazy.

"I'll be back." The father moved his eyes and didn't look at him.

"Father, I'm so hungry." Fu Rongji said.

"Oh, you're so hungry, you're hungry..." Father repeated Fu Rongji's words, and it seemed that it took him a long time to realize what the words meant. Yanba's vegetables are made into a plate of green peppers and rice.

Fu Rongji took a bite, curled his lips, it seemed that he forgot to put salt in the food.

But he didn't say anything, he finished his meal quietly, washed the dishes again, and knelt down in front of the coffee table in the living room to finish today's homework.

It gets dark very early in winter, but at eight o’clock, the light of the afterglow has completely disappeared into the horizon, and after another hour, it will officially enter the night, the sky is dark, and the air is cold.

Fu Rongji had nothing to do, washed up early, and nestled on the bed, and his father came over and tucked his back.

"Then when will mother come back?" Fu Rongji asked.

"Soon." Father still didn't look at him when he spoke, "I'll be back when I leave."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm not going anywhere, I might stay here forever."

The light and shadow were so blurry that Fu Rongji couldn't see his father's expression clearly, and couldn't read the meaning of his words.

"Go to sleep," said the father.

Fu Rongji was woken up by urinating. He lay on the bed for a while, and finally couldn't help shouting: "Father."

No one answered.

Fu Rongji had no choice but to grope and get up by himself, calling in a low voice, trying to find some support: "Father..."

There was no one in the living room, and there was no one in the kitchen. In the thick and cold darkness, the clock was ticking, and this eerie silence was even more contrasting. It was as quiet as ruins, as if entering a land of no one.

Fu Rongji came to the balcony and stood there for a while with his head raised blankly. The moon was sparse and silvery, extremely bright but cold enough to seep through.

He shivered involuntarily, an inexplicable panic emerged from the bottom of his heart, he staggered and quickly ran back to the room to hide under the blanket, as if if he was only a step slower, the ghosts and monsters in the corner would pounce on him and tear him apart so-so.

He didn't dare to look down from the balcony, in fact, when he lowered his head, he could find his father.

His father was lying on the ground at the bottom of the building, the blood under his body was slowly flowing along the twisted lines of the cement board, and then gradually solidified. The street lamps in the distance cast a few insignificant rays of light pitifully, illuminating a bleak scene .

The winter night is so cold that no one will see him, and he will lie here all night.

All around is quiet and silent, the moon has witnessed everything, but it keeps its mouth shut.

A wind blew into the room, and the paper pressed by the pen on the coffee table shook a few times. What was written on the paper was a suicide note:

"Yu, I have exhausted the blue sky and the yellow spring for decades, and I can't find the solution after searching up and down. Now I bid farewell to the world with this book. I reflect on the reason. First, I lose the trust and care of my wife and children, but I don't hold back. Second, I hate myself for being deviant and attached to homosexuality.

If you betray your trust, you can repent and repay it, but if you fall in love with the same sex, you should die for the original sin..."

This year, Fu Rongji was nine years old.

In 7 days, it will be his tenth birthday.