a protracted war

Sunny September 5

heat.

It's hot.

Walking on the road, I can feel the heat rising slowly on the road. I can't help but sigh that the air conditioner is really one of the greatest inventions of the 21st century. In this kind of weather, it is necessary to turn on the air conditioner to survive.

I went to the company in the morning to pick up the documents I needed and then set off on the road. Strange to say, today is not a holiday, but the road conditions are so bad that I want to die.

I was stuck on the street 200 meters away from the company. There was a square beside the street, and the road was bustling with pedestrians and vehicles.

After being stuck in traffic for half an hour, the car in front finally started to move. I felt that half an hour seemed like a century, and then I died and became a fossil.

When the road gradually cleared up, my car also merged into the traffic flow, and the brisk melody flowed from the car music, which was "The Girl and the Sailor" played by the harmonica. If I was not worried about an accident, I couldn't help shaking my legs .

I engraved the disc two days ago, and almost all the songs in it were posted in Yi Yi's circle of friends. When I listened to it before, I thought it was very good, so I also engraved a disc.

Passing by the service station, I got off the car and went to the toilet. The uncle didn’t know what was going on, and almost peed on my shoes. I suppressed the fire, pulled up my trousers slowly, and asked, “Master, are you squinting?” Is it serious? You can’t see such a big urinal in front of your eyes?”

The uncle trembled after he finished, glanced at me again, and left without saying a word.

The weather is hot, everyone is angry, I have a bad temper.

I grabbed him with sharp eyes and quick hands, "Master, can't you hear me?"

The old man replied: "I can't hear you." Then he broke away from me and left.

For some reason, I wanted to laugh, but suddenly remembered that I had just helped the bird and didn't wash my hands, so I really laughed. When I recovered from the laugh, the uncle had disappeared without a trace.

Miraculously, this little episode did not spoil my mood. It may be that I was too eager and excited to go home. I came home humming a little tune to the music.

I made an appointment with that Ms. Gao at three o'clock in the afternoon.I have plenty of time to go home and eat a meal and take a nap.

As soon as you enter the house, you will be greeted by the smell of braised pork.

My mother's face was covered with something like mud, and there were many colorful clips on her head, which was no different from the image of the charter woman in Zhou Xingchi's movie.

She was lying on the sofa in a very difficult and distorted posture, and the TV series I was familiar with was playing on the TV. In the TV series, there was a face I had just seen two days ago.Noticing the door closing, my mother turned her face to look at me. The whites of her eyes and teeth were made whiter by the black mud, and she said, "It's still early."

I asked: "Mom, is this... really the second spring?"

My mother said vaguely, "No, no, no."

Me: "What the hell?"

My mother: "It's a long story."

At this time, my dad came out of the kitchen. He was wearing an apron I had never seen before. There was a water ice moon printed on the front of the apron, and the water ice moon was like scissors.

I looked at my dad's appearance and hesitated to talk, but my dad is indeed my own dad. He could see what I was thinking at a glance. He looked down at Shui Bingyue on his body and told me: "The supermarket is holding activities, buy big bottles Dishwashing liquid gives an apron."

He was quite proud, with an expression of picking up a big deal.

I reluctantly said, "You look... pretty around you."

While eating, my mother had already washed off the layer of black mud on her face, and the colorful clips that had been densely distributed on her head before were also removed.

With a radiant face and short fluffy and curly hair, my mother treats me warmly like a guest from afar.

I was almost flattered.

My mother asked me: "Son, what do you think of me?"

I asked, "How about what?"

My mother: "Does it look good? Are there any fewer wrinkles on my face, and does the new hairstyle make me look ten years younger?"

I asked my mother: "Who gave you this illusion, tell me, I promise, you will never beat him." It would be strange not to beat him!My mother has as many or as many wrinkles on her face as there are nasolabial folds and crow's feet.Her curly hair made her look very old, making her mature by ten years, directly turning fifty into sixty.

Dishwashing is always the best time for me and my dad to connect with our father and son, and exchange ideas about big and small things in the family.

I asked my dad while I was doing the dishes, "Why did Mom start dressing up all of a sudden? Isn't the point of view she has always held to be 'the appearance is empty'? Isn't she advocating 'the belly is full of poetry and calligraphy'?"

My dad was cleaning the pot with a steel wool ball, and after listening to my words, he sighed heavily, and one of the steel wires on the steel wool ball trembled and fell off.

My dad told me that my mother was a female classmate who was difficult to deal with when she was in college. Now she is a music teacher in a certain high school. Performance photos and more.

I asked my dad, "What's the point?"

My dad stopped cleaning the pot, put down the steel wool ball, and said to me in a solemn tone: "The point is that your mother's classmate is really beautiful."

I thought about it, but still didn't understand: "What's the point?"

My dad gave me a look of pity and disbelief, and sighed: "I can't believe you are my son? Your comprehension ability is really bad."

I:"……"

esm?I have poor understanding?My high school Chinese reading comprehension part has always been the highest score in the class.

My dad had an expression of "seeing how stupid you are, so I will show you mercy" and said, "Your mother is out of balance. She was always at odds with others, and he always looks calm and peaceful. With your mother's strong personality, of course she wants to fight for the head and blood, and she will fight to the death."

I rolled my eyes and said, "I see, it is indeed something my mother can do."

The hour after lunch is supposed to be TV time for our family, and I'm sitting between my mom and dad, like

An embarrassing but distinct Chu River-Han boundary.

During the advertisement, my mother leaned close to my face and said, "Your nose is so skinny, do you want to use some mask?"

I asked: "The mask you mentioned is the mud-like thing you put on your face at noon?"

My mother patted me on the head: "What mud? You are so earthy, it's volcanic mud! I bought it at the counter in the supermarket."

I was a little skeptical: "Isn't the volcanic mud used for whitening? Can you still control the skin?"

My mother gave me a disdainful look, "The shopping guide girl told me that the mud doesn't matter, as long as it is a skin problem."

Me: "...so amazing."

The most untrustworthy thing in the world is what the shopping guide says.

The influence of my mother's female classmate on my mother is far more than that.

Because that female classmate is a music teacher, she always goes to watch musicals and dramas in her spare time and then records a short video. I'm going to the theater to watch a play in the evening. It seems that a well-known foreign theater troupe is coming to tour.

I asked my mother: "Have you seen dramas? It would be more appropriate to watch Bangzi opera."

My mother didn't care: "If you can't see it, you have to watch it, let's cultivate it slowly."

I said, "Why bother."

Ask again: "Have you bought a ticket?"

My mother: "No, buy it now."

I said, "The tickets should have been sold out by now, right?"

My mother shook her head firmly, and said: "Of course not. Our small place doesn't have much artistic atmosphere. Who has that kind of elegant taste to watch a drama? Didn't you watch it when you were shopping and passing the stadium? The concert of xxx Before it even started, the scalper at the door shouted, two hundred cards in the infield, if you think it is too expensive, people will hold you back, and enthusiastically give you twenty less."

A vivid and familiar picture popped up in my mind, and I couldn't refute my mother's words for a while.

I'm a vulgar person, and I'm not very interested in dialogues and dramas, but I saw that the payment page was already displayed on the screen of my mother's mobile phone.

Before I could stop it, my mother finished buying the tickets. After buying, she held up her mobile phone to show me: "I'm right, it shows that there are more than 30 tickets left."

I nodded: "You predict things like a god."

I was so tired that I wanted to die, and I felt extremely heartbroken for my mother's pride in spending money without trembling at all.

I said: "Mom, you know, I'm on a business trip this time, and I have to talk to the contract party in the afternoon. I'm not sure when I'll be back."

My mother slapped her thigh, "I forgot about it! I bought all the tickets, what should I do?"

With an idea, I suddenly thought of Yi Yi, a literary man like him, he should go to the drama often, and I suggested to my mother: "Why don't you give the ticket to someone else?"

My mother asked: "Who is it? This ticket is not cheap, it costs hundreds of dollars."

I said, "Yi Yi, he has invited me to dinner several times, and he should pay him back."

My mother looked at me suspiciously: "Do you still have contact?"

I said, "Yes, he often travels to our place, so we met several times."

My mother: "You really don't like men? Did you lie to me?"

I couldn't laugh or cry: "What good does it do me to lie to you? Or do you want me to find a man more, Mom?"

My mother waved her hand indifferently: "I'm more or less an intellectual, not so pedantic, you can find a man or a woman as you like, as long as you like it."

Me: "Mom, you are so enlightened."

My mother: "That's right, don't look at who I am."

So I called Yi Yi and asked him, "Do you like drama?"

Yi Yi replied: "I like it."

I said, "My mom has a ticket for a play tonight, do you want to see it?"

Yi Yi: "Huh?"

Me: "I'm at home now, and I have an appointment with the client at three o'clock in the afternoon, but I don't know when I can finish the job, and I feel like I can't go."

Yi Yi: "Ah, are you not going?"

I thought for a while: "If the negotiation with the client goes well, I will buy another ticket to go there."

Yi Yi said: "That's okay, there are many people on that occasion, and I can take care of it with my uncle and aunt." Then he asked me: "You said yesterday that I will see you tomorrow, which means you are going home today?"

I laughed and said, "Yes, I will invite you to my house for dinner if I plan to come back."

Yi also said, "I owe you first."

I said, "You have the final say."

Yi Yi asked, "What time does the drama start?"

Me: "Eight o'clock."

Yi Yi: "Then I'll pick up my uncle and aunt at seven o'clock."

I said: "OK."

After taking a nap, I followed the address Ms. Gao sent me on my mobile phone and successfully arrived at Ms. Gao's home.

Ms. Gao's house is located in a group of villas outside the third ring road. The villas in this area are all built in European style. A large fountain is spraying water at the entrance, and groups of plump and plump pigeons are pecking at the ground. I drove When I went in, I suddenly felt that I was a lot higher.

This rotten capitalism.

Ms. Gao opened the door for me. She was still dressed in the same dignified and capable manner as the last time we met. There were several beautiful fruit plates and snacks on the table. Ms. Gao greeted me to eat fruit.

I unceremoniously picked up a piece of dragon fruit, and praised politely: "This fruit plate is really beautifully arranged."

Ms. Gao said with a smile: "I made it all myself. My son has a lot of problems, and he doesn't like to eat it if he doesn't look good on the plate."

I thought to myself, that's right, the young master of the rich family has a lot to do.

While eating the fruit, I quietly took a look at Ms. Gao's home. The decoration is very simple, but it can be seen that it belongs to the low-key luxury of the rich.

The room was clean and tidy, but I didn't see anyone else. I thought that people with their conditions would have maids and nanny at home.

After a while, Ms. Gao got straight to the point. She said, "I told you when we had dinner together last time. I belong to your company the most."

I laughed and said, "Isn't it because you haven't signed a contract with us yet? The company leaders always felt uneasy, so they sent me here."

Ms. Gao smiled apologetically: "I'm too busy this time, I forgot, and I'll trouble you to run."

I said, "No trouble, it's all my job."

As soon as the voice fell, I heard the sound of footsteps, and someone came down from upstairs.

I looked up.

Emma, ​​still an acquaintance.

I thought to myself, money is such a ruinous thing.

In order to enter the entertainment circle, Yi Jun did not hesitate to do this?

Yi Jun was also stunned when he saw me, and asked me with a confused face: "Brother Yang, why are you here?"

I gave him a firm look of "Don't worry, I will never tell your brother".

Yi Jun was still in a daze, and he said to Ms. Gao, "Mom, is there any more mung bean soup for lunch?"

I:"……"

I couldn't have imagined this development.

Ms. Gao looked at me, then at Yi Jun, who was shirtless and only wearing a pair of big underpants, and said to me, "This is my son Yi Jun, do you know him?"

I nodded, more than knowing each other.

Your eldest son, Yi Yi, even had a blind date with me.

This small episode played a role in fueling the cooperation. Ms. Gao signed the contract with me on the spot, and Yi Jun half-lyed on the sofa and ate fruit with his legs crossed.

When Ms. Gao saw it, she pulled his ear: "There is a guest here, do you have a seat?"

Yi Jun curled his lips and said in a low voice, "Brother Yang is not considered a guest, he is obviously a family."

I don’t know if Ms. Gao heard it, but I did, so I glanced at him. Yi Jun smiled and winked at me. I found that he was very similar to Yi Yi when he smiled.

After the contract was successfully signed, I said goodbye to Ms. Gao and Yi Jun, but Yi Junji followed me out with his slippers on. He asked me, "Does my brother know you're back?"

I said, "I know, we're going to watch a drama together later."

Yi Jun wrinkled his nose: "Drama? That's so boring, why not go to a bar."

Then he asked, "Just you two?"

I said, "And my parents."

Yi Jun looked shocked: "It's already the level of seeing the parents?!"

I was embarrassed to tell him that the reason why I met Yi Yi was because of the blind date arranged by my mother.

All I can say is, "It's not what you think."

Yi Jun looked indifferent: "Don't explain."

The next sentence turned into an aggrieved face in seconds: "My brother won't tell me anything."

Me: "...you really think too much."

Yi Jun said: "Why don't I go together, my brother isn't here, and it doesn't make sense for me to be at home alone."

Me: "...the bar?"

Yi Jun: "It's okay to watch dramas once in a while to improve the quality."

I:"……"

Yi Jun: "Then I'll buy the ticket now."

I said, "I bought it for you, but I didn't buy my own."

Yi Jun said a little worriedly: "The performance will be held tonight, will I run out of tickets if I buy it now?"

So I told Yi Jun exactly what my mother said to me before.

After hearing this, Yi Jun said, "It makes sense."

Yi Yi and Yi Jun arrived downstairs at my house on time at seven o'clock. Yi Jun was sitting in the co-pilot with a big red headset hanging around his neck. He was wearing a black one before.

Seeing me watching, Yi Jun took the earphones off his neck. He is a typical music lover, no, an audiophile, earphones are ridiculously expensive.

Yi Jun said: "The sound quality of these earphones is very good, and any song I listen to is super exciting."

Yi Yi interjected: "Yes, can the sound quality of 5000 yuan earphones be bad?"

My mother also heard it, and asked innocently: "Are these earphones inlaid with gold?"

Yi Jun explained to my mother very seriously: "Auntie, these earphones are not inlaid with gold trim. They are HiFi earphones, high-fidelity, and they are very comfortable to listen to."

My mother nodded half understanding.

Yi Jun asked: "Auntie, do you want to try?"

My mother shook her head violently and said, "I can't appreciate the music of you young people. I usually only listen to Bangzi Opera and Huangmei Opera."

Disappointed, Yi Jun hung the headphones back around his neck.

Lu Yi also told us that Yi Jun is a typical example of spending today's money to realize tomorrow's dream.Yi Jun has not started working yet, and his mother gives him 5000 yuan a month for living expenses.

As soon as Yi Jun sees the headphones he likes, he wants to buy them. When he runs out of money, he can only rely on Yi Yi for relief.

I took a look at Yi Jun and thought that this kid really loves music.

The audience who came to watch the drama was obviously divided into two groups, one group was the middle-aged and elderly group, and the other group was the literary and artistic youth group. Yi Jun and I were caught in the middle of the two groups.

Yi Yi was sitting on my left. From the very beginning of the play, I could feel that he was holding his breath, his expression extremely serious and devoted.

My parents were sitting on Yi Jun's right hand, and their expressions were very serious, but their eyes were slack, and there was nothing to love.

Sitting in the middle with Yi Jun, I didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing Yi Yi who was as serious as he was in meditation, and also afraid that making any noise would drag my parents back to the cruel reality.

The drama actors speak English, and I can understand half of a sentence.

When the curtain closed, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was an inhuman torture, even more painful than listening to the CET-[-] listening comprehension in college.

My parents followed Yi Yi, who was in good spirits, out of the theater as if they had been taken away by a monster.

Yi Jun and I watched from behind, and after looking at each other, we couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Yi also sent me a WeChat message before going to bed, saying that I was very happy tonight.

Me: "That's good." It's completely risking my life to accompany the gentleman.

Immediately afterwards he sent me another voice message, playing a harmonica.

I know the name of the song is "Where the Stars Are", and he posted it in Moments.

Yi Yi said, "The stars are all on you."