Those who come out to mess around always have to pay back

God said to man: "I heal you, so I hurt you; I love you, so I punish you."

------ Excerpted from Tagore's Quotations

Hu Jingjing just wants to give God a middle finger, fuck, you are a snake, and you are shaking!

This is a melancholy summer...Yesterday he was still dead, but today Hu Jingjing cheated his corpse. Judging from Tagore's pissing behavior, that's probably the difference between his previous life and this life.

"Hu Jingjing, Hu Jingjing, can you go away, or it will be dark..."

Go, where are you going?

Hu Jingjing blinked, blinked again, stretched out his hand and slapped the person's head with a slap, and almost knocked him over with all his strength. After a long while, he frowned and said in a daze, "it will hurt, so it's not a dream."

"Ah bah, dreaming? I said Hu Jingjing, you are not sick, you have broken a bone in your hand and knocked your forehead, I wonder if you will not beat yourself up when you are dreaming? Hiss, it hurts..." Zhu Gepeng held his head and twitched Angrily, he stared at the bull's eye and cursed, lifted his eyelids, looked at Hu Jingjing suspiciously, and said, "Hey, I said you are not really stupid, are you? You can't, you owe me the three bowls of shaved ice and haven't asked for it yet. Hu Jingjing, you can't play tricks, we all agreed..."

Hu Jingjing rolled his eyes at him, and after a few days of shaking, he finally returned to his body in a proper manner, looked at the big sun outside, reckoning that the sun still had some time to go down.

He stretched out his hand and pulled Zhu Gepeng, "Okay, don't be poor with me, hurry up, my grandfather is still waiting for me to eat at home."

Zhu Gepeng was unhappy, wrinkled his nose and hummed softly, "If you really want to ask those horse monkeys to come and see what you look like, I say you can just pretend, sooner or later someone will get your skin out..."

Hu Jingjing swung his fist, and Zhu Gepeng immediately admitted twice, patted the back seat of the bicycle, and said with a smile, "Don't be angry, it's a small mistake, pay attention to your hand, the bone will grow crooked when you turn around." You have to blame me...I said, sir, take your seat quickly, and my mother will really beat someone to death if you go back late."

Hu Jingjing smiled, and his face, which had been gloomy all afternoon, finally cleared up, and was illuminated by the soft sunlight. Not to mention, it looked like a vixen reincarnated, with black brows, red mouth, white skin, and black eyes, with a persuasive aura. The chin is pointed, and when he is sullen, he looks like a Bodhisattva alone. He is full of air-conditioning. When he really smiles, it is so easy... Even Zhu Gepeng's grandson with a lack of mouth has to admit that in terms of appearance, Hu Jingjing is in Xujiakou It's really hard to find an opponent in this area. He dared to say that it would be difficult for the entire Jiang city to find another man with such a handsome appearance. I'm sure the little girl will lose her soul just by looking at it.

The wind in the evening is cool, and the rustling of the leaves is rustling in the ear. Hu Jingjing supported Zhu Gepeng's shoulder with one hand, stood on the tripod of the back seat of the car with his two feet, facing the wind with one hand, and closed his eyes to enjoy this short and rare experience. leisure time.

'Kaka' two brake sounds brought Hu Jingjing back to his thoughts, and Zhu Gepeng pouted at Hu Jingjing with his eyes hanging, and said with a sad face, "Okay, sir, take two steps, I see you There's a car parked outside the house, so I won't join in. Let's pick you up early tomorrow. Don't make fun of me. I promised my mother that I will pick you up until you are ready. "

"get out."

Looking up, the license plate number at the gate is quite familiar. Hu Jingjing started to stroll along the gate. His family’s large courtyard is one of the most famous in Xujiakou. , the family is rich, and was an advanced member who went abroad and drank foreign ink when he was young. The big courtyard he lived in was still a small western-style building in the Republic of China, with red tiles and white stone bricks, and a small attic with embossed walls. The Western School, in the surrounding typical Chinese-style buildings, looks a bit nondescript at first glance.

"Grandpa, I'm back."

Hu Jingjing dragged his schoolbag and turned all the way from the door to the hall, and saw the old man with a sullen face and a look of indifference, and took a closer look, yo, there was another person sitting opposite him.

"Jingjing is back, Mrs. Zhou, Mrs. Zhou, the child is hungry, so hurry up and serve the meal. Didn't she stew pig's feet and red dates soup for lunch? Eat what you want to make up for your body. It's good to eat now." The old man was pretending to be a man of five or six, but when he saw this grandson, he squinted his eyes, walked over with his cane, and then yelled at the kitchen with his chin raised. air.

Hu Jingjing had a plaster cast on his right hand. It was playing with Zhu Gepeng on the basketball court a few days ago. One accidentally broke it with too much force. It is said that he hit the iron pillar on the spot, but his head was not broken. , Lying there dizzy for a long time, it's more heart-sustaining than being broken.

If not for the stuttering and breaking, what a coincidence, no, it just happened to hit and dizzy, Hu Jingjing was stunned from being a corpse in his 30s to more than ten years ago.

Hu Jingjing happened to be 13 years old this year. He was in the second year of middle school, and his Adam's apple hadn't even grown yet. Anyway, he made money.

Hu Jingjing habitually wanted to rub his fingers, and then suddenly remembered that his hands were still tied. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the woman who was staring at him unblinkingly. As soon as he turned his head, he smiled happily at the old man, "Master, there are guests at home." It's over." He didn't care, he nodded casually and planned to sneak into the kitchen.

"Are you Jingjing?" The woman stood up and looked at him with extremely complicated eyes. After a while, she smiled with a slightly stiff expression, "I'm you... Aunt."

Hu Jingjing looked back at the old man's expressionless face, nodded to her, and called aunt politely and casually, and Mrs. Zhou in the kitchen came out with wet hands, pursing her lips slightly, Hu Jingjing just fell asleep , she answered the words naturally with a smile, "Let's go after dinner at home today. I made sweet and sour pork ribs and beef tenderloin, both of which you like."

Hu Pingting's complexion was ugly, and many emotions were floating in her eyes, but they were all suppressed in a smile, biting her back molars and forcing herself to nod her head.

Mrs. Zhou couldn't hide a complicated look at her, and turned around to collect food without saying a word.

At the dinner table, the old man was uncharacteristically silent. On the whole table, Hu Pingting was busy moving back and forth with her chopsticks. Hu Jingjing looked at the food in her bowl with difficulty, and smiled at Hu Pingting. With a face that was almost stiff, he raised his eyebrows and looked at it for a while, then turned his head and shouted to the old man, "Grandpa, I'm full, eat slowly."

Hu Pingting clenched her chopsticks tightly, tried her best to maintain a smile on her face, and said anxiously, "Will Jingjing stop eating?"

Shaking his head, he walked up the stairs, and the moment he entered the door, he heard Hu Pingting's sharp and piercing voice, "How could you do this to me? Jingjing is mine..." The door was closed to cut off any sound.

Hu Jingjing stared at the door panel for a few seconds, and after making sure that he didn't hear any sound, he locked the door with satisfaction.

When he finished taking a shower and walked slowly downstairs, Hu Pingting was no longer there, and the old man was sitting on the sofa holding his breath, with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face.

Hu Jingjing sat cross-legged on the sofa, casually picked up an apple and gnawed on it, secretly coveted his eyes, and mumbled, "Yo, are you still angry?"

"What's there to be angry about? It's said that the married daughter poured out water. This woman took her husband's surname as soon as she married. Are you sad? Regret it. Who made you let her marry so easily back then? "

The old man stared bullishly, and his beard trembled with anger, "Fart, how can I still tie her up and prevent her from marrying?"

"Then it's over."

Hu Jingjing peeled another orange to eat, and picked a sour one for a while, and his facial features suddenly wrinkled into a bitter face.

The old man burst out laughing, and smiled, "I told you to take pleasure in other's misfortune, it should be."

The two grandfathers and grandchildren watched the cross talk all night on the TV in the hall. Finally, after the old-fashioned clock on the wall finally struck twelve times, Hu Jingjing followed the old man upstairs and watched the old man go all the way to the right corridor on the second floor. Steadily walking to the door of the room, seeing the shadow reflected on the smooth floor tiles shrunk into a ball, couldn't help calling him, "Grandpa..."

The old man turned his head, his spirited face was slightly blurred under the dim light, he put his hands behind his back and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Hu Jingjing took a deep look at him, shook his head and smiled, "It's okay, I just think...it's great to be grandpa's grandson."

The old man's beard trembled wildly, probably because he thought that Jingjing was really good at making people happy. He squinted his eyes for a while, waved his hands and smiled, "You're welcome, that's why I want to see you, silly boy."

Hu Jingjing grinned, "That's not it..." He really thought it would be great to be the grandson of the old man. As long as his surname is Hu, no one in the world can stop him from being the grandson of the old man.

Even Hu Pingting couldn't, even if she was his nominal aunt, Hu Jingjing's biological mother.