I met you back in 2000

I feel refreshed on weekends, and I was praised by Teacher Zhang yesterday, and today's dinner is extraordinarily sumptuous.My mother also stewed an old hen and said it was for my body.

Thanks to my quick eyes and quick hands, I grabbed a chicken leg when I came up.

"What's the rush?" Mom smiled helplessly, "It's all yours." Then she took out a large bowl and filled it with a few spoonfuls of chicken soup.

"Go, go to the next door and come back to eat after delivery."

"Mom! It's been so many years since the reform and opening up, who cares about your chicken soup." I said disgustedly.

The old man shook the newspaper in his hand, obviously a little angry, picked up the other chicken leg and threw it into the soup.

"It's rare now, don't give it away!"

I pouted, feeling sorry for my chicken legs.

You may not believe it, the prodigy Su Ze's mother died in childbirth, and his father often worked outside the home, so he grew up eating a lot of food before he was ten years old.

Later, when CCTV reported about it, more and more people in the society supported his family, and his father stopped going out and opened a bookstore in the town, and his life was so-so.But the people in the village still feel sorry for this motherless child, and they take turns delivering food to his house every meal time.

As soon as I stepped into the gate of their house, I saw Grandma Qiao come out from the back room, "What did your family send you today?"

Qiao grandma is the most respected old man in this village. I knew she had bad ears, so I said loudly, "Grandma, chicken soup."

"Fish head is good," Grandma Qiao nodded and smiled kindly, "Ah Ze just came back to take a bath, you can put it on the stove for him."

I said hello and went into the back room.

Most of the houses in Jiangnan water villages have blue tiles and white walls, with a deep hallway, and the kitchen is beyond the patio.Now there are very few people still burning stoves at home, and my family also burns some bath water in winter.

Just as he put down the bowl and was about to go back to eat chicken legs, he bumped into Su Ze head-on.Sure enough, after taking a shower, there is a soothing fragrance on my body, which smells very good.

He wiped his head slowly with a towel on his head, and passed me without saying hello.got used to.

I have known Su Ze for so many years, and he has never looked at me directly. Of course, I also looked down on him at that time, and I could even say that I was envious and jealous.Especially when I am in the rebellious period of youth, my father often compares me with him. I don’t know what I can compare with him. Do I have more pimples on my face than anyone else?

Of course, I didn't expect him to be from Peking University and Harvard later, and it was too late to hug my thigh.

Besides, Su Ze and I have always only used monosyllabic words when talking, such as.

"I put the dishes on the table for you."

"Oh."

"Win another award?"

"Ah."

"Let's go to school together on Monday morning."

"Do not."

After all, I am 30 years old, and I don't care about a 13-year-old kid who has no hair yet, and I have to walk away.

"Wait a moment."

Child prodigy Su Ze actually stopped me?I was a little flattered by this.

"How did you prove those two lines?" He still didn't look up at me when he asked this.

Only then did I realize that he was talking about that math problem, but I didn't expect him to still be entangled in this matter.In fact, the key to solving the problem is those two lines. He used almost 3/4 of the reason to prove that they are equal, and I didn't mention it at all.

"No need to prove, they are equal." I said it as a matter of course, "It's like 1 plus 1 equals 2. I learned it in the third grade of junior high school."

He groaned and continued to wipe his head.

Su Ze is probably the key to changing my life, so no matter how much I hated him in the past and how much he looks down on me now, I decided to hug his thigh tightly in the days to come and not let go.

So he said courteously, "I have a hair dryer at home, why don't you use it?"

"Do not."

You see, he started talking to me in monosyllabic words again.

After all, I have been with my dad for more than 20 years, but his mother died after giving birth to him. I don't care about this poor motherless baby.

When I got home, my father talked to me about rhubarb again, saying that it was too loud in the middle of the night, which affected the rest of the neighbors.Rhubarb is a robust Chinese pastoral dog, commonly known as a native dog.We are close to Pei County, so it is a miracle that it can live to this age without being caught and stewed.

"Why are you screaming so loud all of a sudden?" Mom cleaned up the meat and bones on the table, and Rhubarb lay at her feet feeling sick.

"Aren't people suffering from this and other diseases when they are old, let alone dogs." The old man shook his head, "Why don't you throw it away."

I was not happy when I heard it, "Maybe it is just a part of your life, but you are the whole of his life."

The old man looked at me blankly, sipping a cigarette, as if trying to figure out the meaning of my words, "Okay, just watch it hurt to death."

Counting the days, the rhubarb is about to be caught and stewed. Before changing my own destiny, I decided to change the rhubarb first.

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