Jing Book

On New Year's Eve, Zhang Jingshu posted the couplets and blessings outside the door early, and logged into his social account, intending to watch the excitement on the Internet. He only followed dozens of people, except for his close colleagues, all kinds of news media , looked at the hot topic list, Zhang Jingshu was more interested in the one showing the new year's goods in his hometown, so he clicked in and looked at it with relish, and spent the whole morning quietly in front of the computer.

When he was making lunch, he felt that his eyes were not very comfortable. After the meal, he took out the rimless glasses at the bottom of the box and continued to surf the Internet. Zhang Jingshu’s eyes survived high school and university. Whether you wear it or not will not affect your life and work. Today, I accidentally stared at the computer for a long time, and I used my eyes too much.

The afternoon passed quickly, and before I knew it, the lights were already on. I don’t know which parent in the community brought their children out to set off firecrackers. The movement was not small, and they could be heard clearly upstairs. Zhang Jingshu stood in front of the living room window and watched silently. After a while, I turned around and went into the kitchen to continue preparing the New Year's Eve dinner. The empty house only had a few occasional noises from the kitchen, which was incompatible with the New Year's atmosphere.

At eight o'clock, the Spring Festival Gala began. Zhang Jingshu moved the laptop from the study to the dining table. The dumplings had been steamed and served on the table. The braised meatballs and Kung Pao chicken were also exuding a tempting aroma. Vinegar fish, these are the New Year's Eve dinner that Zhang Jingshu prepared for himself. No matter how difficult the family was when his mother was still there, he could eat these dishes to satisfy his hunger on New Year's Eve. The taste is still fresh in his memory.The memories of celebrating the New Year with his family may gradually fade as time goes by, and all he can do is try his best to keep certain habits and tastes.

It was less than nine o'clock when Zhang Jingshu had dinner, and the WeChat and QQ messages on his mobile phone kept ringing. He didn't turn off the notification sound, but picked up his mobile phone from time to time to check the news in the classmate group or colleague group, Everyone was complaining about the show, many people posted photos of their New Year's Eve dinner, and some shared their pets, and a few took short videos of their children's New Year's greetings and posted them jokingly begging for red envelopes.

Zhang Jingshu looked at the pictures of family joy one after another on his mobile phone, suddenly lost his appetite, and stared blankly at the computer. When he recovered, the food was cold, and the Spring Festival Gala program was still going on, Zhang Jingshu He glanced at the time and found that it would be midnight in half an hour, so he quickly picked up his phone and started editing the blessing text messages. He didn't have many contacts in his phone, so he wrote the blessings one by one in the order of the address book and then set the time to send them , and did not use clichés to send group messages. When it was Jiang Xu's turn, Zhang Jingshu paused for a few seconds, and after much deliberation, he only wrote such a short wish: Happy New Year, I wish you good health and a happy life.

With the countdown to the Spring Festival Gala, the zero o'clock clock finally struck, and the host on the screen sent his blessings with great emotion. The audience cheered and smiled, and the outside of the screen was deserted, and the false excitement was finally maintained to a new level. One year, Zhang Jingshu's mobile phone also flooded with many text messages at this time, and before he could check them one by one, Qi Yang's call came in accompanied by the sound of firecrackers outside.

"Mr. Zhang, Happy New Year!" A young voice came from the phone, and it was not difficult to hear that the owner was drunk, "Congratulations, you are one year younger, and I am one year older, haha, in a few more years like this, Aren't we the same age?"

Zhang Jingshu didn't point it out, and said with a smile, "Well, I wish you a happy new year too."

"Happy, very happy, hehe," Qi Yang asked with his tongue out, "Mr. Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, ready to sleep."

"Sleeping? There's such a commotion outside now... Hey? Who let you in? Go! Go out and make trouble!"

Zhang Jingshu was a little surprised when a child's chattering voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone, and said, "It's past 12 o'clock, and your children are still awake?"

"They've had enough sleep during the day," Qi Yang said impatiently, and continued to chase people over there: "Hurry up! Get out! Don't look for me! I won't go and beat you!"

Qi Yang's threat was obviously not taken seriously. Zhang Jingshu could hear the shouting of those children from here, as if they were clamoring to tell Dad to tell Grandma, when Qi Yang managed to drive everyone away, it was over. It's been more than ten minutes, during which Zhang Jingshu didn't say a word, just quietly listening to the laughter coming from the other end of the phone.

"Hello? Teacher Zhang, are you still there?"

"Well, yes."

"Phew, these little brats," Qi Yang was dissatisfied with the interruption of the call, and complained to Zhang Jingshu angrily while lying on the bed: "I'm so annoying to kids now, I'm too good at it."

Zhang Jingshu was noncommittal.

"I have to go to the elders to pay New Year's greetings at dawn, and there will be relatives coming at home in the next few days. It's like this every year. It's boring and I can't leave." Qi Yang turned over and yawned, his eyelids dropped uncontrollably, " I'll go back after the new year, you still have a lot of days off, right? I'll find you when I go back..."

The sound on the other end of the phone gradually disappeared, Zhang Jingshu waited for a while, and hung up the phone when he heard the sound of steady breathing, but he was tossing and turning on the bed, no sleepiness at all.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Jingshu opened his eyes in the dark, as if he had decided on something, he took out the mobile phone beside him, pressed a group of numbers he knew by heart, sent a text message, and finished the matter , he seemed to let go of a boulder that was pressing on his heart, and fell into a deep sleep not long after.

On the morning of the first day of the new year, Zhang Jingshu woke up to the sound of crackling firecrackers. In order to save some money, he did not buy fireworks this year. Fortunately, there are not many residents in the community. For most of the rest, Zhang Jingshu warmed up sweet and sour fish and Kung Pao chicken in a microwave oven, and fried some dumplings in a pan. After breakfast, he called the neighbor in his hometown who was helping to look after the house, and told him that he was on the fifth day of the new year. go back.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, every family is busy visiting for New Year’s greetings. Zhang Jingshu has no relatives. In this city, Sister Liu is the only one who can let him visit the house to pay New Year’s greetings. It’s a pity that she is not here to celebrate the New Year. Zhang Jingshu has nothing to do. I don’t want to go, I think about it, I put on my coat and go out, I plan to go to the city center to find a cake shop that is not closed, it is different from the deserted one at home, as soon as I arrive in the city center, Zhang Jingshu finds that there are quite a lot of people on the street, especially young people , the movie theater has almost become their must-go place, Zhang Jingshu also joined in the fun, went around the movie theater, it seems that there is no movie they like, so they went to the street to find a cake shop as originally planned.

After shopping outside for a day, Zhang Jingshu did not return home with a few boxes of cakes and two grapefruits until four o’clock in the afternoon. Naturally, he would eat cakes for dinner. Maybe it was because he had been shopping for a long time during the day, and Zhang Jingshu had it before seven o’clock after dinner. Feeling sleepy, he lazily went to the bedroom, put the computer into sleep mode, and lay down directly on the small double bed next to him. He was covered with a blanket, and the room was warm, and he felt sleepy. After falling asleep, there seemed to be a knock on the door when he was half asleep and half awake. He struggled to wake up, took out his phone and squinted to check the time.

At 12:30 in the middle of the night, who will come to his house at this time?

The knock on the door continued, Zhang Jingshu walked to the door in pajamas and asked who it was.

"Jing Shu," the visitor said, "It's me."

Zhang Jingshu paused, and opened the door with some disbelief. Jiang Xu, who was supposed to be in Beijing for the New Year, suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Happy New Year." The dusty Jiang Xu stepped forward and gave Zhang Jingshu a cold hug, then handed over the things in his hand, and said with a smile, "This is a New Year's gift."

Zhang Jingshu recovered from the accident, took the box and looked at it, and found that it was nothing expensive, just a red cashmere sweater, so he thanked him, led Jiang Xu into the room and sat down, and asked, "Why are you here at this time?" ?”

Jiang Xu didn't answer this question directly, but stared at Zhang Jingshu with a smile for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "I ran out secretly, and I have to fly back at dawn, so I can only ask you to take me in for the rest of the night."

Why did you sneak here?Just for blessing or sending a piece of clothing?Jiang Xu didn't say the reason, and Zhang Jingshu didn't want to ask any more. He was a little helpless, and said, "What time is your flight tomorrow?"

"Nine o'clock." Jiang Xu said.

"It takes 50 minutes by taxi from my home to the airport, and it's hard to find a car during the Chinese New Year." Zhang Jingshu looked at the time, stood up and made arrangements: "You can sleep in the bedroom for a while, and I'll sleep in the study. I'll wake you up at six. "

"It's okay, let the driver drive over to pick me up." Jiang Xu put his coat on the sofa, got up and said, "I don't need a bedroom, I can just sleep in the study."

Zhang Jingshu shook his head, and said: "The bed in the study is small, you should sleep in the bedroom more comfortably, let's not talk about it, go wash up and go to bed quickly."

Zhang Jingshu found a new toothbrush for Jiang Xu, and replaced the mouthwash cup with a disposable paper cup. There were no new towels, so he had to use his own. It was already one o'clock when Jiang Xu took care of it. Not sleepy, Jiang Xu was really tired after running around for half a night.

"Jingshu," in the dead of night, Jiang Xu was lying on Zhang Jingshu's bed, his nose was filled with a refreshing smell, he suppressed some thoughts, and said to Zhang Jingshu with a bitter face: "If I can't get up, remember to call me."

Zhang Jingshu nodded naturally, reached out to turn off the light in the bedroom before going out, and said, "Don't worry."

Jiang Xu was really relieved. The first time he stayed at Zhang Jingshu's house, he fell into a deep sleep. When it was six o'clock, Zhang Jingshu called him several times before he managed to wake up, "Jiang Xu, get up and eat before leaving."

Zhang Jingshu watched Jiang Xu wash up in the bathroom before turning to the kitchen. There was cooked porridge with vegetables and lean meat in the rice cooker. On the table was a plate of cold seaweed shreds and a plate of stir-fried lettuce. The driver called before sitting down.

"The driver is here?" Zhang Jingshu looked at the time and said, "It's too late, do you want to eat?"

"Eat, it's rare to eat what you cooked last time."

Jiang Xu ate very fast this time. The porridge in the bowl was wiped out within a few minutes, and most of the dishes were gone. Zhang Jingshu sat next to him and checked the time from time to time. It was just after half o'clock, and Jiang Xu just put down the bowl and chopsticks , Zhang Jingshu picked up his coat and planned to send Jiang Xu downstairs, but was stopped by Jiang Xu at the door.

"No need to send it off," Jiang Xu put on his coat, turned around and looked at Zhang Jingshu fixedly, and said, "When I come back, I will drive you back to your hometown on the fifth day of the lunar new year." After finishing speaking, he closed the door and left without waiting for Zhang Jingshu's response.

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