We are not friends anymore!

It was already afternoon when Chu Luo arrived at Song’s house. At that time, Song’s father was writing a piece of "Xiaoyaoyou" with a brush in the study, um, Feihong Glimpses, the pen walks like a dragon, majestic, very artistic. in it.

But Song's father felt bitter. As the eldest son of the Song family's direct line, the upcoming head of the Song family, even in the entire family circle, he was also a dignified figure, but he was such a person, no matter how majestic Song's father was in the past , he has a weakness that cannot be mentioned to outsiders - he is afraid of writing with a brush.

As for the reason?

Aristocratic families, as brilliant and bright as they appear on the outside, are as corrupt and filthy as they are inside.

When the originally free and easy ink color turns into a distorted, slippery and ugly worm, the nausea and discomfort it brings has become a shadow that cannot be dissipated in a person's life.

In short, when Chu Luo rang the doorbell, Song's father put down his pen almost at the same time, and strode towards the door, showing full enthusiasm than the pink butterfly pounced on the stamen.

Of course, in order to show his hospitality, Father Song decided to manipulate his facial nerves that had been in disrepair to give Chu Luo a smile that was so warm that he would feel at home.

But what is the general scenery of a person who doesn't smile all the year round?

Wang Ma watched in astonishment as her husband stalked like the wind and snatched her work... with a ferocious smile on her face, she opened the door.

Ah, what a faux pas.

Wang Ma silently retracted that adjective.

Chu Luo was a little nervous, and made an appointment with his family to come early in the morning, but after answering a few students' questions on the Internet, he dragged on until now. He was ready to be rejected by his daughter.

But...but he wasn't ready to be looked up and down with ferocious eyes!

What happened to Song Zheng? !What is his expression like!That weirdly raised corner of the mouth!That quivering eyebrow!That unfriendly look!ah!What to do!

Chu Luo's heart is broken!

But he told himself: You are a 30-year-old man, even if there is a weird man with a hideous face and a grinning smile standing in front of you, he should not be a reason to prevent you from seeing your precious daughter.

Father Song, whose name is Song Zhengze, at this moment he was a little puzzled when he saw that Chu Luo's smile trembled when he saw his face, and he almost couldn't hold on, and put up his whole body's defenses, and said vigilantly: "Brother Song... I Come and see Chuchu."

"Oh, just come here, don't treat this as your own home." Song Zhengze replied according to the script he had thought up.

Chu Luo: "..." What a strange conversation this is!Completely out of step!Am I so unpopular?

Just when Chu Luo began to doubt himself and his life, Shen Wanqing, who heard the noise, came out of the yoga room and successfully rescued this catastrophic scene.

Shen Wanqing took a wide-eyed glance, and seeing Father Song's expression, she almost guessed the whole story before and after, so she beckoned Chu Luo to sit down and have a cup of stomach warming tea while unceremoniously tugging at Father Song's ear He threw him into the study.

Song's father was aggrieved: "What's wrong with me? You can't save me some face in front of others."

Shen Wanqing's eyes widened. Father Song had no choice but to endure the humiliation and lower his head. Seeing that Father Song had become obedient, Shen Wanqing raised his eyebrows and said, "Tsk, don't think I don't know the little things in your heart. I can't finish writing today without you for dinner." It's something." After speaking, he didn't care about the other party's reaction, and just walked out of the study.

After closing the study door behind her back, Shen Wanqing smiled softly at Chu Luo who was on the sofa: "Let Teacher Chu see the joke."

Chu Luo immediately shook his head decisively: "No, no." After hesitating for a moment, he still asked straightforwardly, "Where's Chuchu? Why haven't you seen her?"

Knowing his temper, Shen Wanqing didn't blame him and said that Chuchu was still sleeping, otherwise it would be unsightly in the hearts of ordinary people - I have taken care of your daughter for so long, and when you come here, you don't say a word of politeness, but you want to see your daughter , How about clearly and secretly dislike us for not taking good care of us?

Chu Luo touched his nose and felt that it would be wiser to wait for Chu Chu to sleep and wake up naturally, so he chatted with Shen Wanqing casually, from the sound of firecrackers in the old alleys to the smog that couldn't get rid of when it got louder day by day.

If Chu Chu was here, she would definitely sigh. Many people have just learned about the concept of smog and started buying masks to defend themselves, but more people don’t take it seriously.But it doesn't matter, year after year, the slap of reality will mercilessly wake up the Chinese people from their ridiculous self-righteousness, and teach them, no matter how terrible the fate of blindly pursuing the economy is.

Sleeping for more than [-] hours a day, the result is sleepiness, limb weakness, dizziness, dry mouth, and even a little nausea.

Song Wenyin didn't tell Shen Wanqing that Chu Chu slept back in the morning, so Shen Wanqing saw that Chu Chu had slept for so long and thought that the child didn't sleep well last night, but she couldn't sleep like this anymore, so she asked Song Wenyin to put Chu Chu in bed. wake.

"Chuchu? Be good? Wake up." Song Wenyin whispered in Chuchu's ear.However, the other party didn't buy it, so he just pulled up the silk quilt to cover his head and went to sleep.

Song Wenyin was a little speechless. After thinking about it, it would be better to make a miracle with all her strength, so she directly reached into the quilt to find Chu Chu's waist and lifted the whole person up. The quilt was pulled off her head, and the soft pillow and cushion were placed so that Chu Chu could sit up first. , found mint water, inserted one end of the straw into Chu Chu's mouth, and finally succeeded in waking up the classmate Chu Chu, who had slept so badly that he couldn't distinguish between humans and animals.

Chu Chu felt a dull pain in her head, and her eyes were blurred for a long time, her eyelids were extremely heavy, and it took a long time to barely open them, and she secretly vowed that she would kill herself if she slept like a dog next time .

"Uncle Chu is here, put on your coat and let's go down quickly." Seeing that Chu Chu came over, Song Wenyin hurriedly told her the good news.

"Oh, what is he doing here? It's time..." Chu Chu looked out the window, it was already dark, and then looked at the electronic clock beside the bed - 18:41.

Song Wenyin knew that Chu Chu was just dissatisfied with Chu Luo's lateness, and she was still happy in her heart, so she didn't say anything, just looked at Chu Chu with a slight smile.

I have to say that the way Song Wenyin smiled followed Shen Wanqing's. Otherwise, if she still looks like Song Zhengze, it would be another friendship/love tragedy.

The light is the color of a newborn chick, tender light yellow, mixed with soft beige, it is a color that makes the eyes very relaxing. Under this kind of light, it makes the coldness in Song Wenyin's eyebrows and eyes melt away like early spring It is like snow and ice, with a different kind of warmth and tenderness.

At the corners of the eyes and brows, there was a light beam of light, which was only given to that one person.

Even if I blame Auntie Chuchu, she couldn't help but blush that brazen formidable face in this seemingly infinitely tolerant gaze.

Chu Chu felt that when she looked at Song Wenyin, she was like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, no, or a weasel... Oh, it's not right, anyway, the more she looks at it, the more she likes it.

All of a sudden, the bestiality became violent, and she threw herself on Song Wenyin's body, "mua" on the little girl's fair and delicate skin, and stared at her with sparkling eyes after the kiss.

Song Wenyin didn't expect this, but after a few times, she was able to resist to some extent. Apart from quietly blushing her ears, she didn't show any more embarrassing gestures for Chu Chu to appreciate. She even wrapped Chu Chu into her arms with one hand and tapped her sleeping powder tender nose

"naughty."

With a smile that he couldn't hide.

Chu Chu just stared at Song Wenyin and smiled.

After laughing for a while, she was completely awake, and Chu Chu and Song Wenyin went downstairs together.

Compared to the past when she heard Chu Luo coming and rushed downstairs immediately, Chu Chu this time can be called indifferent. Chu Luo knew she was wrong, so she just smiled at her daughter and said, "Hey, come to Dad, let me see you." Dad, see if he has grown taller?"

Chu Chu snorted softly as if disdainful, and walked towards Chu Luo's direction swiftly under her feet.

Chu Luo also stood up, and when he was close to Chu Chu, he hugged Chu Chu, and Chu Chu exclaimed: "Why are you doing it? I'm not afraid of flashing your old waist!"

Chu Luo weighed Chu Chu in his arms, and said with a smile: "It's heavy, it's not bad, and it's grown taller. Why do you dislike Dad for getting old? It hurts Dad's heart!"

Chuchu was even more unhappy when she heard that, and struggled to the ground: "How can you be like this? Is it your own? When people see their daughters say they are thin, you say I am fat! You are still late for the appointment with me! You Did you just pick me up on the street?!"

Chu Luo is helpless, who is used to her daughter's nonsense?Looking at the sofa aside, the mother and daughter of the Song family lowered their heads and carefully studied the teacup in their hands, while the other just smiled and narrowed their eyes as if watching a good show, but didn't say a word.

"It was Dad who made a mistake. Dad will never dare to do it again. Please forgive Dad, okay?" Chu Luo begged for mercy.

"A gentleman is sensitive to deeds but accepts words." Chu Chu raised her head unconsciously and mercilessly, "Father only said, who knows what will happen in the future?"

Chu Luo put on a show and sighed: "It seems that if you don't show some integrity, Dad will lose trust in our family!"

As he spoke, he reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out a jewelry box made of light blue shells as if by magic, and opened it with a "click". The black velvet was dotted with a small silver dolphin with its snout and tail fins. It just clamps a honey-yellow opal, the arc of light in the middle is like a cat's eye, clear and bright, flexible and slender, the whole body of the gem is as silky as a ribbon, and the slender silver chain passes through the small hole above it, shining With the fine light, it is extremely charming and mysterious under the light.

"My dear, happy 15th birthday." Chu Luo squatted down with a smile, and handed the box to Chu Chu.

Chu Chu froze in place, just took the box dumbly without saying a word.

Chu Luo continued on his own: "Dad remembers that you wanted to go to the aquarium when you were young, but Dad always told you that you didn't have time, and Mom... she didn't have time either. I think this little dolphin is very cute. The shopping guide told me Maoyan Stone is also called "Dream-seeking Stone", Dad thinks it is very suitable for you, I hope you like it."

"Oh, little Chuchu's birthday is today! Chu Luo, you are so quiet, I didn't prepare a gift, oh, it's too bad..." Shen Wanqing sat up straight after listening to the plot reversal, Annoyed.

Song Wenyin also opened her eyes wide, in a daze, not knowing what to do.

It took a long time before Chu Chu took the box and hugged her father forcefully.

To be honest, Chu Chu really forgot her birthday.In her previous life, after her father left, she didn't celebrate her birthday for herself, and she didn't accept others celebrating for herself. Those who wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to be courteous were naturally rejected, and felt embarrassed and strange at the same time.

Only a few people know that Chuchu doesn't think her birthday is such a lucky and happy day, in other words, she doesn't think her birth is something worth celebrating.

Song Wenyin tried to persuade her, and her heart ached, but nothing came of it.Later, I could only pay more attention to Chu Chu in normal times, and gave various gifts with various excuses at every turn, which can be regarded as making up for this regret.

At this time, Chu Chu felt her father's beating heart, the right temperature in his embrace, and the scent of soap filling his nose, dry and warm, carefully surrounding a heart that had gone through two lifetimes with sadness and dampness.

I am being expected.

I am being blessed.

Someone cherishes my birthday so much, and my loved ones cherish it so much.

"Thank you dad, I like the gift very much." Chu Chu let go of Chu Luo and smiled at him.

Chu Luo was also very happy, but how should I put it, he thought that smile was a bit strange, like... another adult who was a little familiar and a little strange smiled very relieved, and soon he put this inexplicable thought behind him , put the necklace on for her daughter, and smiled like a silly father with everything.

Shen Wanqing had already dragged Father Song out of the study and handed him the task of buying big cakes. Father Song was suffering again. Where can I buy cakes for the Chinese New Year?In the end, it was Aunt Wang who rescued him, saying that she could barely buy some materials, and then Father Song and Song Wenyin were ordered to go to the supermarket to purchase the materials they needed together according to Aunt Wang's instructions.

Shen Wanqing went into her room to find a decent gift, even though Chu Chu said she didn't need it, Shen Wanqing gave a reproachful stare and thought she didn't regard this place as her own home, leaving room for Chu Chu and Chu Luo to chat about small topics between father and daughter .

At this warm moment, the doorbell rang again, Aunt Wang went out, Shen Wanqing was upstairs again, Chu Luo stood up and went to open the door, he thought it was Song Zhengze who had left something behind and came back to pick it up, so when he opened the door he was smiling "I forgot something..." Then I was stunned.

Song Nan and his son Song Huaimao were standing at the door, and Chu Luo subconsciously closed the door with a "bang!"

Song Nan: "..."

Song Huaimao: "...have you offended someone?"

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the way he opened the door, Chu Luo touched his nose in embarrassment, and opened the door again under Chu Chu's strange eyes.

"Brother Song." Opening the door again, Chu Luo had already recovered his elegant and gentle appearance, but the indifference and alienation between his words and demeanor still made Song Nan's heart tremble.

"I really didn't expect to see you here. I think so. Your surname is Song, so you should have some blood relationship with Brother Song. Please sit down and drink tea." There was a shallow polite smile on the corner of Chu Luo's mouth. Mistakes come.

Song Huaimao saw that a man who is usually very sharp and wanton would look like... a big dog scolded by his master, drooping his ears, looking listless, holding the tea in his hand as if he was holding some kind of treasure It seemed that Song Huaimao's heart turned a few times, but his mouth sweetly shouted: "Hello, big brother!"

Chu Luo couldn't help laughing: "You and I..."

Song Nan continued sweetly: "Father."

Chu Luo didn't even look at him: "I'm about the same age as your father, just call me uncle."

Song Huaimao replied without hesitation: "You look so young, calling uncle makes me feel uncomfortable!"

Chu Chu sat next to the show and watched the show, and the scene became cold for a while, so she politely called out: "Hello, Uncle."

Song Huaimao looked at her and smiled as soon as he entered the door, and now he squinted his eyes even more: "Hi, Miss Sister~" Obviously recognized that this is the young lady brought by Miss Song last time.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels who threw mines! ~(≧▽≦)/~ After getting the list, I will sort it out on the computer _(:з」∠)_

Well, today is a special day, author Jun!The author is an adult! ~(≧▽≦)/~

Thank you very much for your company and support in the past six months!

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I like a poem very much - "The pear blossom courtyard melts into the moon, and the catkin pond is light with wind."

I liked it very much the first time I saw it, regardless of the philosophy it contains, the emotions it embodies, just thinking about this scene, I feel very beautiful,

As you can imagine, it should be a very shallow pool of water. The evening wind wrinkled it, and the moonlight was in it, which was also warm.In the late spring, the catkins are flying around the window and in front of the eyes, it seems to be soft.

Awesome, this is the life I want when I grow up.

Yes, "grow up".

Today I am, the words that I have pondered countless times, dance lightly, and the eyelashes tremble slightly, come so suddenly.

The more I grow, the more grateful I am.

How lucky am I?

My family is reasonably happy, and my relatives will not feel strange resentment against me because of my sex, so as to deprive me of my right to life before I was born.

I enjoy the care of my parents, the help of my friends, my education, and my life.I have my own hobbies, and I can freely control my time and money to invest in them.

Greed, hatred, ignorance, slow doubt, precepts, concentration, wisdom, shame and trust.

I have the opportunity to experience, feel, and comprehend one by one.

I'm so lucky, I live in this era, the economy is developed, the science and technology are advanced, the humanities are developed, and the morality still maintains the bottom line under the constraints of the law.

But how unfortunate am I?

Let me think, how long, how long have I not seen a blue sky?

That kind of blue is bright and clear. It must be set off by the breeze and imprinted in everyone's eyes. It is the freedom and grandeur of the sky, boundless and eternal.

I thought it must be strong and never broken, and every time I raised my head, my soul was with it, and got a moment of relief.

Unfortunately, it was doomed.

Since when did the tip of the nose smell the choking sulfur smell?You listen to the professional and sweet anchor voice in the news, and she tells you that "the visibility is less than 100 meters" and "the visibility is less than 50 meters"...

In front of me is dust, mist, and haze.It is the most rampant monster, wherever it goes, there are complaints and no one is at peace.

I heard the giant say: "Look I subdued this monster!"

I am full of joy, I am about to be saved.

Then I saw his big fist approaching, and finally landed on me accurately and ruthlessly.

This is my first death.

I was thinking, why?Maybe I did something wrong.

But I still have a handful of shallow water, a bright moon, and a pool of spring willows.

So I stood up and moved on.There was a monster in front of me, and I had difficulty breathing, but the giant said again, "downgrade to level two response", I turned on the screen and saw that the smog index showed "good".

I rubbed my eyes and widened my eye sockets. I knew that my eyes were not big and my eyesight was not very good. I might not be able to see clearly. My eyes were about to burst!

What am I seeing?

It’s the mockery of Haze, it’s still the same, dark and pungent, its voice has a burning smell and the sound of sharp spikes passing through the glass, it mocks me wantonly: “Hahaha, you betrayed yourself!”

What do you mean?

Maybe my lungs have betrayed me, it's dead, leaving me alone, it's darkened, it's no longer alive, and my chest is filled with the smell of decay, I've been betrayed by it Yes.

I move on.

I saw a movie theater, hey, I like movies very much, I went in, and when I bought a ticket, the salesperson said: "What age is this, the giant said, everyone comes to the movie theater to watch what they want, distributed according to demand, no need Got a ticket."

I was very happy when I heard it. I want to choose a movie. I watched the movies that are currently showing.

The names don't look very good, but they are all low-key good movies. I chose "Ugly".

It's really ugly. I regret wasting two hours when I came out of the cinema. Why don't you believe the director's last point of kindness to his compatriots? The frank title?

I was stopped at the exit, and it was still the same conductor as before. She was standing there eating melon seeds, and the skin of the melon seeds fell to the ground, making a sound of "Kaba, Kaba". She seemed to stop me unintentionally: "Hey , wait, is the movie good?"

I was taken aback, thinking that she might have seen it too, and now she came to me to find empathy, I shook my head: "It's the same name as the movie, it's too ugly."

She didn't lift her head and continued to eat melon seeds

"Card it, card it"

"That's a movie made by giants." She said lightly again.

I don't understand: "But it's ugly! Just look at his theme, his plot, and the acting skills of the actors..."

She interrupted me impatiently: "I said it was a movie made by giants! Are you sick?"

I am still puzzled and a little angry, how can I casually call someone sick?

"Ugly is ugly!" I couldn't help but raise my voice, the anger in my chest was burning.

Her voice was calm and even a little indifferent: "So you are sick, and there is something wrong with your eyes."

Why is this man like this?So angry!

I took out my phone from my pocket, clicked on it, and wanted to go to the review website and give the movie a low score.

But I found that the app that was there yesterday is now gone, and it is not in the app store.

Suspicious, I looked at the salesperson suspiciously, she was still eating melon seeds calmly.

I didn't believe in evil, so I opened the scarf again, and I entered the name of the movie, and I saw a mess of words, all of which had no owner, and scattered all over the screen, like a field of melon seeds.

"I like"

"I would also like"

"I would also like?"

"I would also like?"

……

"So you don't believe me when I say you're sick, but I'm kind." The salesperson grabbed the unfinished melon seeds and went to the ticket office again. Her voice became fuzzy, hoarse and erratic. I heard a loud noise,

That was the sound of huge buildings collapsing.

I saw a strange sight,

That is the edge of poetic fragmentation.

This is my second death.

I knew my eyes and ears had betrayed me this time.

I was a little scared, but I kept going.

I heard a voice saying: "You have to go to bed later than me and wake up earlier than me. My reward for you is that I probably won't cheat. Don't be too moved."

Then it quietly disappeared again, another voice was full of compassion, everything in front of it seemed to have disappeared, it asked: "Why are you so sensitive?"

The pain in the deepest part of my heart was taken out in a circle in the air and pierced by the flashing light.

I was so trembling that I couldn't hold the phone steadily, but I still tried my best to question him: "Why?!"

Another voice said: "The labor force is not enough, hurry up and have more children, the welfare is reserved for the people who are really suffering, you? Is there no one who volunteers to have a child for other couples? It's too selfish!"

My eyes turned black for a while, and I forced myself to calmly ask the voice: "At the beginning, you said no, and the eight-month-old baby was discarded, but now you said, we have to give birth. My right not my duty!"

All the voices merged together, and it spoke proudly and contemptuously: "You guys, shouldn't you quit your jobs, give up your hobbies, and take fertility as your goal and motivation throughout your life, and take multiple lives as your highest pursuit in life? Don't you like it? Shouldn't you stay at home to take care of the children, take care of the elderly and take care of the whole family? Oh, we are very generous if we have to go out to work, but the children are your responsibility, you go home and continue to take care of ours Life, we can barely accept it!"

With a trembling voice, I stumbled and said, "You, fart!"

It froze for a moment, and the infinite gold-rimmed lenses flashed a cold luster: "Oh, the pseudo-feminist rights in the Chinese countryside, they only want rights but never know how to fulfill their obligations."

I staggered and couldn't help taking a few steps back. If the truth is like a white paper with a drop of ink dripped on it, I can know it, but when it is like a grain of sand in the vast desert, how can I know it?

I split into another me, and she abandoned me without hesitation.

O third death, betrayed by one's own gender.

I squatted down slowly, the snow fell and melted, and it was a pool of filth.

I don't know how many times this kind of death will be repeated, and how many times I will be betrayed by myself.

I just thought, enough is enough, stop it.

How many times?

I dreamed that I should have a sword. With it, I walked through the red leaves of the Forbidden City, the ginkgo leaves paved the streets in Chang'an, and the snowy mist that never melted. I also climbed the most steep mountains. Lama Yi passed me by with downcast eyes. When the sun was first born, I held a cup of tea, put down my sword with a smile, and left alone.

I have no faults or merits in the world of mortals, and all sentient beings laugh at me like crazy.

My handful of shallow water, I turn it into my armor; my round of bright moon, I carve it into a sword; my pool of spring willow, I hope it will always be gentle in my heart.

In this life, this is a vague dream.

There are many pavilions, the temples are like frost, Ruyi is silent, and there is no difference between Egypt and earth.

Now stepping forward from the beginning, there will be no sadness when old age comes.

Lie and despicable words are forgiven.