I was a stand-in for those years

Although it is cold in the Northeast, fortunately, the Spring Festival is approaching, and the flavor of the year is very strong. The small village at the foot of Changbai Mountain does not seem deserted.

The white snow crushed the concrete road in the village, mixed with the firecracker red clothes, and was trampled into mud by pedestrians coming and going.

Guo Zichen walked on this familiar yet unfamiliar concrete road, feeling a little lost in his heart.

He spent very little time in the village before, and even less after he went to college.

I don’t know when this old road was refurbished, and it will no longer be covered in mud in rainy and snowy days like when I was a child, but the low tile-roofed houses on the side of the road have not changed, just like the snow-capped mountains behind them, standing quietly in the in the wind.

People get lonelier the older they get.

When he was young, Guo Zichen used to have a group of children.When they were children, they went to the river to fish in groups, and they still remained stubborn after being scolded and cried by their parents.

Thinking about it now, when did they stop fishing in the river?

When Guo Zichen was in junior high school, they didn't see each other very often, but they still got together when the winter vacation and the Spring Festival were approaching, eating melon seeds around the stove, playing games, or chatting about their current situation.

After high school, Guo Zichen was admitted to a key high school in the county, and his children also had different life trajectories.

When Guo Zichen was admitted to university and was finally free, his friends were working part-time and getting married.Occasionally meet on the street, can only smile awkwardly, leave a goodbye and never see each other again.

……

Weng buzzing... The sudden ringtone of the mobile phone interrupted his thoughts.

"Guo Zichen, I asked you to buy two catties of pork and you bought me Siberia! The pork shop is just two streets away from our house, why did you buy it for an hour?"

When Guo Zhanxiong spoke, his voice was as loud as if bubble stars were about to fly out through the phone screen.

"Dad is so annoying! I'm picking meat! It took me a long time to pick a piece that was all skinny!"

"Ah? I'll let you buy pork belly! Can the steamed pork belly be delicious!!"

Guo Zichen suddenly felt guilty, "This...how about I go back and buy a piece of fat?"

Guo Zhanxiong, "..."

"It's all right, you! Come back quickly! If you don't start making dumplings, the Spring Festival Gala is about to begin!"

After hanging up the phone, Guo Zichen's sad face finally softened a little, and he even smiled a little.

When he returned home this time, his father's illness was obviously much better. Although he was still taking the antihypertensive medicine, it was no problem for him to do some work in the fields once in a while.

……

Although Guo Zichen doesn't know how to cook, his father's cooking skills can be said to be at the master level.

There are plates of dumplings on the dining table, round and round, very cute.

When Guo Zichen was a child, because he didn't like dumpling stuffing, he cried a lot on New Year's Eve and ran out to show his temper.

Now, that child has already grown up, and he will no longer show his temper because of the big dumpling filling and thin skin.

But for so many years, it has become a habit for Guo Zhanxiong to pack a plate of small ingots for Guo Zichen every New Year's Eve.

I used to think that happiness was very simple, just like now, the father and son are sitting around the fire, listening to the sound of firecrackers outside, watching the smiles on the TV, such ordinary days are very warm.

However, with Ke Chen's affairs in his heart, he couldn't be happy no matter what.

.........

On New Year's Eve, Ke Chen's house was very lively.

The Ke family has lived in the United States for many years, so the New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Eve is also like a medieval gentleman's party.

Throughout the afternoon, the housekeeper was extremely busy. On the second floor, he directed the servants to prepare the ingredients brought in by air, and cooperated with the top chef transferred from abroad to prepare the dinner.

The family members sat in the magnificent hall on the first floor of the house, played the piano and sang songs, and after having some refreshments, they began to greet each other.

Ke Chen's mother Zhang Jiarong asked his younger brother Zhang Zhongliang, "Is Chengyu doing well in America?"

After hearing this, Zhang Chengwen slapped his hands. Not only did he hate Ke Chen, he also hated his aunt Zhang Jiarong.

That woman can always make the most disgusting moves at the most appropriate time.

Zhang Zhongliang said angrily, "Don't mention that bastard! I don't have his son!"

Zhang Jiarong looked at his younger brother and said softly, "It's been so long, why are you still angry with your son? Besides, you can't blame Cheng Yu for the death of your younger siblings..."

Zhang Chengwen sat down beside Zhang Jiarong, and said with a smile, "Auntie, who should be blamed?"

Ke Zhenghua looked at the stiff atmosphere in front of him, and said slightly angrily, "Today's New Year's Eve, a day that should be peaceful and harmonious, do you want to make fun of it?"

"By the way, Chen'er, go to Uncle Jing's house to pay New Year's greetings tomorrow morning, and bring Yumo over by the way, and have dinner together at noon."

Ke Chen: "Dad, what are you doing with Jing Yumo? When did we bring outsiders to our family banquet?"

Ke Chen's mother sighed, "Chen'er, Yumo is not an outsider, she belongs to you..."

"My what? It's just my sister, and nothing else." He said, looking like his father again,

"If you take her over, I won't go for lunch tomorrow. It just so happens that I have a project recently, and I haven't decided when to go on business."

Ke Chen's father was furious, "You bastard! Do you know your own last name?"

Ke Chen looked at his father and said expressionlessly, "The surname is Ke."

……

After eating, Guo Zhanxiong went back to the house to rest.Guo Zichen was left alone in a daze.

His eyes swept across the empty house, and the Spring Festival Gala was still playing on the TV, but the festive atmosphere couldn't cover up the loneliness right now.

He called Wang Bing, but no one answered.

Guo Zichen put down his phone, lay down on the sofa for a while, and then picked up his phone to fiddle with, but he didn't have a single friend he could contact.

After a while, the phone rang.

Guo Zichen thought it was Wang Bing who was calling, and as soon as he picked up the phone, his face became ugly.

"Brother Chen, what's the matter?"

Ke Chen was in the study on the second floor. He lit a cigarette, walked to the window, opened the delicate curtains, looked at the bright red light in the garden of the mansion, and spoke back to him.

"It's okay, I want to chat with you."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I want to find you."

Guo Zichen, "..."

Ke Chen, "Can I find you?"

Guo Zichen, "Don't come!"

Ke Chen, "But I want to go, just wait for me."