godfather

The supper at night is authentic Qishan saozi noodles, and Meng Xiaobei hasn't eaten anything that suits his taste for a long time.There was a very small Xunzi noodle shop next to the No. [-] factory cooperative. He only ate it once.

His godfather was shirtless and wearing a pair of army green trousers. On a sultry night in summer, facing the starlight outside the window, he was chopping scorpion seeds with two kitchen knives, chopping it chicly and heartily!Stir-fry the minced pork sausage, diced tofu, diced daylily, diced carrot and diced cowpea in oil, and finally scald a large bowl of fragrant spicy peppers with hot oil.

The bright moonlight hit this man's chest, Meng Xiaobei whispered: "Godfather, you seem to have turned white."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Shaotang spoke vaguely: "Oh...is it...you don't need to be outside all day, you can cover it in the office."

Meng Xiaobei's eyes followed the curve of the opponent's back, and slowly moved down to the waist. He loved watching it since he was a child, and thought it was so beautiful... Suddenly he wanted to blurt out: Is your butt still as white as before?

Embarrassed to say it out.

I'm getting older, and I have some vague and unformed consciousness, so why do I seem to be... ashamed?It's not like when I was a child, I didn't understand people and things, and I went out and talked about everything.

Meng Xiaobei lowered his eyes, slipped out of the kitchen, and couldn't help but slip back after a while.He wandered back and forth several times, like an infatuated little fool, watching Shaotang Hengdao standing in front of the stove immediately outside the kitchen, shaking a hot pot.

The two sat at the table, burying their heads in eating the noodles, devouring them voraciously, with red oil dripping from their mouths, and they didn't have to pay attention to the appearance of eating in front of each other.Meng Xiaobei grabbed baked sweet potatoes and ate them without washing his hands, so he didn't have to worry about his grandma or someone knocking his hand on the table, thinking he was unruly.

Shaotang asked: "Recently, your class teacher hasn't invited me to drink tea for a long time."

Meng Xiaobei let out a "hmm".

Shaotang: "I miss your homeroom teacher a little bit, are you okay?"

Meng Xiaobei chewed something and said, "Our homeroom teacher doesn't think about you, I'm fine."

Shaotang raised his eyebrows: "Are you really doing well, or is your homeroom teacher afraid to invite me, and went to invite your grandparents?"

Meng Xiaobei's tone was coquettish, and he said aggrievedly: "I really behaved well - if you don't believe me, you can ask our classmates!"

Meng Xiaobei is a young man with a crackling voice, not delicate, and occasionally when he hums and blares, there is a very sharp contrast, and that voice is quite painful.

Shaotang said bluntly: "Succeed, then I will take you to Liulichang next time on vacation. I know what you like, so let's do it professionally."

Meng Xiaobei's voice was crooked: "Hehe, Daddy is so kind."

Shaotang narrowed his handsome eyes, and said menacingly, "Don't keep calling me Xiaodae from now on, people will hear me laughing at me, why is it so awkward? In the old society, the second room was called 'Little Mom', look at me Does it look like the second room of your family? Well thought out, your dad has taken advantage of me!"

Meng Xiaobei choked his nose with a mouthful of spicy peppers, coughing and laughing at the same time.

It's very strange, but in his mind, Shaotang was wearing the red wedding dress worn by the heroines on the Peking Opera stage, wearing a phoenix crown, bowing her head like a daughter-in-law.However, Shaotang's absolutely masculine face and fit body, paired with that phoenix crown and Xiapei are really terrifying!Meng Xiaobei himself was so choked that his face turned red, he couldn't breathe and wanted to be happy, his eyes were fixed on the other person's face...

The unknown uncle in the next room was on a "business trip" again, and they were the only ones at home that night, sleeping on the same bed.

It's been a long time since they slept so crowded together, the bed suddenly seemed cramped and cramped. In the end, both of them had wider shoulders and thicker bodies than before.There are many mosquitoes in summer, so Shaotang lighted the mosquito coils on the corner of the bed. After sleeping for a while, he couldn't bear it anymore, and the two got up to beat the mosquitoes together!

The beds are covered with mosquito nets.

Shaotang knelt in the middle of the bed, his eyes were bright, and he searched for something on the top of his head: "Meng Xiaobei, it's because your mosquito net is not tucked in properly, there is a fucking big mosquito in this mosquito net, it can't get out, it just bites us both!"

Meng Xiaobei: "Why don't you bite me?"

Shaotang stretched out his hand to scratch at the back of his thigh, and frowned: "My back is tender and smells like blood."

Shaotang was only wearing underwear, and Meng Xiaobei was wearing underwear too. With two naked and lean figures, he was flopping around in the mosquito net, chasing and beating the cunning mosquito. In the end, Shaotang slapped the mosquito and knocked it down. crushed to death.

Xiao Bei said, "Let me see... let me see..."

Shaotang turned his head and pointed: "What are you looking at? Two big red envelopes."

The edge of the underwear was lifted, revealing two bumps the size of small fingernails under the round buttocks and at the base of the thighs.Meng Xiaobei took a deep look, and laughed aloud: "Godfather, you are still as white as before!"

Shaotang snorted, "I don't usually get it in the sun, so it's not white. I was even whiter when I was young."

Xiaobei said in a naughty tone, "One bite from a mosquito, it's like two peach blossoms blooming on your buttocks, godfather, you're pretty pretty."

Meng Xiaobei learned his grandmother's Jiaodong dialect.Grandma calls the buttocks buttocks, and washing the buttocks is called washing the buttocks.

Shaotang showed a slight smile, and scolded: "Fuck off, I've learned to tease you too."

"Other people's peach blossoms bloom on the face and eyes, but Lao Tzu's peach blossoms bloom on his **** ass!... Hungry for him!..."

Meng Xiaobei felt that Shaotang's swearing tone had a special taste, and he couldn't explain the strange feeling. Maybe it was just that moment, and his heart was pounding, which brought back many good childhood memories.

After falling asleep, Meng Xiaobei arched habitually, and put his leg on his godfather's thigh.The moment the skin came into contact, my whole body felt like it was electrified, and I felt hairy and itchy all of a sudden, and I felt uncomfortable.He flinched back without hesitation.He didn't do it on purpose, but suddenly he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.It's been too long since I slept together, it wasn't like this before.

Shaotang closed his eyes and hummed, "Is there static electricity?"

Meng Xiaobei said: "You have too much hair on your legs, you are a generator."

Shaotang's deep laughter is the youth, strength and sex appeal of a man of this age: "Hehe..."

Meng Xiaobei curled her lips: "Your leg hair is entangled with my toes, making me so itchy that I can't sleep."

In the dark, Shaotang smiled ambiguously: "There are still more hairs, do you want to touch it?"

Meng Xiaobei: "..."

He Shaotang: "..."

After Shaotang finished speaking, he suddenly stopped talking, staring at the ceiling, and then there was silence for several minutes.

The room was so quiet that one could hear each other's heartbeats, a little awkward.

Later that night, neither of them spoke again, turned their faces away from each other, and fell asleep back to back.

A man's heart is already rough, and he was sleepy, but he didn't struggle for a while, Meng Xiaobei quietly thought about where there is more hair, under Shaotang's armpit, right?Eventually both of them fell asleep snoring.

Shaotang realized that he had made a joke.He could talk to Xiaobin and Yao Guangli about such unreasonable things, but it seemed that it was no longer suitable for him to lie on the same bed with his godson.Why it didn't fit, he couldn't tell himself.He can play with his group of comrades-in-arms soldiers by using obscene slang between men, sleep in a big bunk, press on each other and pinch each other, but for Meng Xiaobei, he is his son's generation after all.

And there are some strange things, as long as he is in front of the Meng family, Shaotang is Meng Xiaobei's godfather, he speaks, does things, and behaves like a masculine father; but as long as the two of them are alone, sleeping in the Hongmiao house, they will fall asleep immediately. Becoming a child of the same generation, no matter how you get along, you feel heartwarming, wanting to break back the boundary between father and son, but it makes Shaotang feel awkward, uncomfortable, and unpleasant... Before, it was obviously not like this.

Later, when he was free, He Shaotang kept his word and actually took Meng Xiaobei to Liulichang.This is a particularly famous calligraphy, painting and cultural play street in Beijing. It was formed during the Republic of China. It was hit by the Cultural Revolution and withered for ten years, and now it is gradually returning to its former scale.

The blue brick alleys are antique, with an elegant breeze.There are clumps of foxtails growing from the cracks in the tile eaves above the head, and the smell of old Beijing is slowly passing everywhere.

One small shop next to another, with old red lacquered wooden door frames, low bungalows, and dimly lit shops selling all kinds of traditional paper pens, inkstones, ink pads, rulers, and pen holders.Shaotang guided his godson to visit the famous shop "Rongbaozhai". Meng Xiaobei's eyes glowed green, and he went into the shop, reluctant to come out...

In fact, Shaotang was not interested in these things, but because of his son, he took a rare day off and spent time in the alley of Liulichang West Street.

He took out a cigarette in the shop, and the shopkeeper immediately raised his eyelids and said, "Look at this gentleman, my shop is full of paper, it's expensive!"

Shaotang clutched the lighter and went out, squatting under the outer wall of the shop, smoking, waiting for three hours...

Ordinary people would not even think of buying paper for utensils used by cultural people, and it is not cheap.

Meng Xiaobei came back with a big bag, drawing paper, brushes and paints, palettes, drawing boards... Shaotang also specially warned: "When you go back to your grandma's house, don't tell them how much these things cost, remember? "

Xiaobei asked, "Why can't you tell?"

Shaotang watched the traffic on the street, and the two walked side by side.Shaotang said: "The wages of the workers are only more than 40 yuan a month, and you just painted pictures for more than ten yuan this trip."

"It's not good to say it, try not to say it."

"How I treat you, as long as you have a good idea in the future."

The two walked side by side on the road, and they didn't feel tired after walking several stops at a time, and they were in a good mood.At this time Meng Xiaobei is still a lot shorter than his godfather.Shaotang is used to hugging Xiaobei when he walks. His arm does not rest on Xiaobei's shoulder, but he gently strokes the back of Xiaobei's head with his palm, rubbing the two small dimples on the back of Meng Xiaobei's neck with his two fingers completely subconsciously. , pinch and hold on while walking.

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Speaking of Meng Xiaobei living in Hongmiao Shaotang's house for the past few years, he went back to his grandma's house for dinner almost every day, and his relationship with his family is still close.

His four aunts, due to their blood relationship, still love this elder nephew who is far away from his parents and lives alone in Beijing. It cannot be said that he does not love him.

His eldest aunt's family is an intellectual family, and they get money from the research society. At that time, the wages were considered high, twice as much as ordinary workers, and they were not short of money.Auntie buys food and clothes for Meng Xiaobei from time to time.From the queue at the shoe factory to a pair of shoes, his aunt did not buy them for her daughter, but bought those shoes for Xiaobei, knowing that boys are very expensive to wear shoes.

His second aunt and her husband's family lived in a hutong in the slums of Nancheng. They had no money, and they couldn't get fashionable things.The second aunt knows that Xiaobei loves mutton the most, so she often goes back to her mother's house on weekends to carry a bagful of mutton heads or offal, and makes offal soup for her nephew.If you can't afford good leg of lamb, haggis is also a good idea.

His third aunt was urged by Grandma Meng every day to tutor Meng Xiaobei in math.His third aunt happened to be an accountant, so she had no problems with arithmetic, and elementary school mathematics didn't involve a four-step equation.

His third aunt married less than a year, and soon had a son.Newborn babies are subsidized by the government with milk coupons, one bottle of milk a day.His third aunt was in confinement at her mother's house, so she had a surplus of milk, and sometimes she would leave that bottle of milk to Meng Xiaobei.

Every morning, his sister-in-law was assigned by Grandma Meng to go to the cooperative to get the bottle of fresh milk.

Milk was originally reserved for Meng Xiaobei to drink when he came back from school in the evening, but at some point later, his sister-in-law ran to the house in Hongmiao from time to time, determined to deliver milk to Meng Xiaobei.

His grandma refused to let him go, saying, "You are running around on a bicycle, are you tired?"

Sister-in-law is usually sick, so it's not too tiring to do this job. In the morning, I rode the old bicycle of the old man of the Meng family and went there.

Early in the morning, He Shaotang came out of the house in a hurry, holding his military cap under his armpit, and buttoning his uniform coat as he walked.As soon as he left the unit, Xiao Bei and his sister-in-law arrived on a bicycle, and just got out of the car.Sometimes this person would come a little earlier and put Shaotang directly under the blanket. In summer, he would be ashamed to come out to meet people even if he was wearing underwear, which was extremely embarrassing.In fact, he didn't want this little girl to come over, but he couldn't say that he couldn't come.

The two of them were not familiar with each other, Shaotang nodded politely, his sister-in-law smiled and passed the milk.

Shaotang said: "A bottle of milk, please send it back and forth."

Aunt Meng Xiaobei's name was Meng Jianju, and she smiled shyly, "No trouble, for my nephew."

Shaotang said: "It's tiring to ride a bicycle for several stops. Don't you still go to work? I bought malted milk for Beibei, and he can drink that. This kid has already got enough mouth! Don't spoil him." !"

Shaotang's words are so charming.

The aunt glanced at Shaotang, and whispered, "You are so kind to our Xiaobei."

Aunt Meng Jianju, with double eyelids and big eyes, looks very much like her elder brother Jianmin, but she is weak in body, soft in character, and has no temper. She has never heard him speak loudly at home. It is recognized as the only personality among the five children of the Meng family. Gentle.

She belongs to the generation born in the most difficult period in the early 60s, and she is about the same age as Shaotang, but her family conditions are far inferior to the children of cadres who came out of the army compound.During the three years of natural disasters, Meng Jianmin took his elder sister to go out every day to dig the roots of vegetables at the neighbor's house when they didn't even have milk and eggs.There are five children in the family who have no meat to eat, so they often cook vegetables with oil residue refined from large oil.Because of catching up with the famine era, she was born with severe malnutrition and poor development. My sister-in-law is the weakest one in their family.

Shaotang put on his military cap, waved his hand, and hurried back to the army.

When he turned and left, the Meng family girl was standing at the door of the building, staring at Shaotang's back for a long time before going in.

On the weekend, four daughters gathered at Grandma Meng's house again, only Meng Xiaobei was away.

The second aunt asked at the dinner table: "Hey? Where's Meng Xiaobei? Won't you come back to your place on weekends?"

The aunt said: "It is said that someone in the house will take it out to play, whether it is Liulichang in the city or Ciqikou, I don't know!"

Everyone at the dinner table was silent for a moment, and the aunt spoke quickly and said loudly, "Our Meng Xiaobei is different from ordinary children now. Didn't you see that he came back last night, wearing that fashionable clothes, he has already put them on. A little jacket with metal buttons! Someone gave it to him."

Sangu also said: "Isn't that right? Their classmates Liangliang and Shen Dawei both said that our Xiaobei is very fashionable in school and can recruit girls. The octagonal tartan hat he wears is not available in the Beijing market." They saw it was sold. Their teachers came over after class and asked freshly, which store did you buy this hat from! They all came from someone in the army, and the officers in the army are really rich."

Everyone mentioned "who is inside", but they didn't name them.You don't need to call names, you all know who you are talking about.

There was another silence, and the second aunt said: "Mom, our family Meng Xiaobei is always like this, it doesn't seem normal."

Grandma Meng asked, "Why doesn't it look like this?"

The second aunt said: "Isn't that right, he always lives in that family's house, what's the matter?"

"When he first came, our family had no place, so we borrowed from others."

"Now Jianju is the only one left in our family, and we have a place to live! Meng Xiaobei isn't coming back either? Just living outside has become a habit, and he won't go home!"

The aunt said in a muffled voice: "He is willing to live like this, let him live, and it doesn't hinder."

The second aunt retorted: "This is our family after all, don't turn around and become someone else's family, it's just too funny!"

Only my sister-in-law said softly: "It's good for him to live there, and no one in the house often goes back. There are a lot of painting things in the house. I'll send anything Xiao Bei needs anyway..." No trouble... Really no trouble..."

Everyone has their own set of ideas and calculations in their hearts.

There was hesitation and flicker in Grandma Meng's eyes, but she still said, "How can I become a family member? Is he still named Meng? Is he still my grandson? He still calls me grandma? It's still my family."

The old lady liked Shaotang very much.If this person is really Xiaobei's real uncle, I can rest assured, but it's a pity that Shaotang's surname is not Meng, and there will be a layer of separation after all.

The second aunt said: "Do you think Meng Xiaobei is close to our family now, or who is closer?"

"Little boy, at this age, he has no heart and no lungs. It's time to develop a heart and cultivate feelings."

"His real parents weren't here in the first place. After a long time, he almost forgot who his real father was."

"Who do you think he has the closest relationship with now? Anyway, if it were me, I would definitely not give our precious son to outsiders to raise. They say raising a son to prevent old age. Mom, you have been raising him for a long time, don't In the end, it became a son for someone else to raise!"

"Hurry up and make the decision, let our Meng Xiaobei move back in!"