whale killer

Xiang Qifei's birthday is on April [-]nd, half a month after the vernal equinox, the roadside acacia is preparing to bloom, and the weather is getting warmer.If you are lucky, you can often catch the Ching Ming holiday.They always follow the family rules casually, no matter who's birthday, including the two golden retrievers, is a big event for the whole family.The same is true this year.

In the past, a family of three would eat out at Cuiwei Thatched Cottage at Rainbow Bridge.Counting back 20 years, his father, Xiang Quan, used to be a master at turning spoons, especially seafood. In 95, Shan Naixin was pregnant with Xiang Qifei, Xiang Quan was busy, and stewed the Buddha Jumping Wall twice a month, so that Xiang Qifei was immune to the soup in the mother's womb, and even black-bone chicken, sea cucumber and soft-shelled turtle, as long as he had been in the stew pot, He opened his mouth and didn't drink it.In the next few years, the business at home got busy, so I invited my aunt to cook, and I was too lazy to cook because I was used to eating.The time is long and the hands are raw. Occasionally fire, the salt becomes weak, and there will be complaints, and it will not be good.In the future, on major holidays and anniversaries, except for the New Year's Eve dinner, we will eat out together, and whoever starts the stove will be the grandson.

Then I talked about birthdays. If you are full of food and drink, you should receive red envelopes. Parents and mothers each have one. We have known each other for 20 years, and you don’t bother to think about what you like and what you want. Buy it yourself.To its credit, gift funds count as the second-largest source of funding each year.Last year, this income was saved to the summer vacation, and Qian Huilai went to Hong Kong for half a month to play.Xiang Qi is non-white, not fast to the sun, red spots appear on his face, stinging and itchy, and he can't sleep well.For the next few days, I hid in the hotel and didn’t dare to go out again, relying on takeaways to make a living. There was Dr. Bo’s Pie downstairs in the hotel, and I vomited after eating pizza.The flight ticket back to Hebei was also rebooked late at night.Looking at the notice this year, Huo No. [-], No. [-], No. [-], I got on the fake one, but my heart is not there, so I still hesitate to go back to Qinhuangdao.

Three weeks earlier, he had hinted at Chi Yan by insinuating, pretending to forget his ID card on the shoe cabinet many times, or asking, when is your birthday?When is Xiaozheng's birthday?Alas, Qian Huilai doesn't know what to give as a gift this year, or can you choose for me?

But over and over again, finally even Li Xiaojiu's birthday was asked, Chi Yan didn't seem to have much reaction, Xiang Qifei was about to say that I wanted you to accompany me that day, but my mother called me: "Have you bought the ticket?" ? When will you be home?"

Lied to Qifei: "The school is busy, so we won't be on holiday."

"What a big deal. Old Li's daughter will be released from the college entrance examination this year. Why don't you let her go?"

Make excuses again, "My friend here may have a problem..."

Immediately seen through, Shan Naixin started nagging again, "What kind of friend of yours, do you have a show? If you have a show, bring it back to meet, and I can help you talk about it. You don't have a birthday all day long? How many times have you been so unwilling to have a meal with your parents?"

Xiang Qifei thought to himself, what can you say for me, don't give me pornography.Convinced: "I'm not unhappy, can I buy the ticket now?"

After booking the train ticket, I called Chi Yan in the middle of the week, and the other party said that the police station informed me that I could go back to clean up the scene. I picked up some clothes, equipment and records, and when I came back, three of the six pianos were burned out.Oh yes, the microwave oven you bought before didn't burn out very much, the wires melted, and I thought it would work with another one, so I moved it back.

Talking about the microwave oven, Xiang Qifei was a little happy. Before, we were at the Eight Immortals table in the living room, eating the cold boxed lunch bought at 711. I once mentioned that there was a lack of a microwave oven. Unfortunately, the last time I bought it, I hadn’t used it a few times.Now, secretly boasting that he has a unique vision, that the quality of the things he buys is good, that he will be fine after a firestorm, and forget all about the seriousness.After finishing the last class on Saturday and returning to the dormitory to pack my luggage, I just remembered that I haven't told Chi Yan that I won't go back this week.

Busy making up the phone, Chi Yan answered first, "Are you home?"

"No, no, alas," Deng Shi said incoherently, "My parents are going to celebrate my birthday and let me go back to my hometown on vacation."

Chi Yan paused for a while, and heard a noisy background sound over there, as if some grandpa and aunt were bargaining for a perch, "Okay, I see," he said, "Then be careful on the road."

"I'll be back after dinner," Xiang Qifei said, "Are you outside?"

"Buy something," Chi Yan said, and the noisy background sound became quieter, "Don't worry, spend more time with your parents."

"Oh..." Xiang Qifei complied obediently, and reminded before pulling up the line, "Then remember to bring him a bunch of candied strawberries when you pick up Xiaozheng later."

Chi Yan said, "Remember."

"Don't forget to tell me happy birthday after twelve o'clock."

Chi Yan smiled: "I can't forget it."

I have to ask, in fact, [-]% of my heart wants to stay in Beijing, and the remaining [-]% want to go back to Qinhuangdao. After all, it is like this every year, and there are no flowers on my birthday.But on the return trip, it is customary to bring Baiji's pea cakes and donkey rolls. Shan Naixin loves this kind of sticky stuff.The fresh pastries were placed without care, and they were cut and plated that night. The family hugged the dog and ate snacks while absent-mindedly watching Lin Zhixuan singing "You Are the Nearest Skyline" on the TV.

What did the lyrics say, "Who arranged for you to appear", Xiang Qifei found the remote control to turn down the volume, and thought that I still want to ask, but no matter who arranged for him, thank you in advance.

The program is boring, so Xiang Tsuen switches to the legal channel.After a while they started chatting, usually the person in charge of the family started first, and Shan Naixin grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds: "Xiaoqian didn't come back with you, did he?"

Xiang Qifei was tired of rolling around and eating, and threw the toothpick into the trash can to rub the golden hair's head, "He bought the ticket earlier than me, has seats, and the shift time is better than me."

"Have you heard? His parents are getting divorced," Shan Naixin shook her head, "It's been over twenty years, can you still make trouble?"

Xiang Qifei is not surprised: "Their family quarrels every now and then? It will be fine in a few days."

Over there, the Dragon Well tea that was sent to the customers in Quanxiakou poohed out a tea stalk, and said leisurely, "Why do you worry about other people's affairs?"

"If you don't talk about this, can you talk about other things?" Shan Naixin acted again, pretending to pinch her grievances at the root of her throat, "Your son has grown up, so he won't talk to me, whoever he liked when he was young, don't give me first Look at the photos? Now I don’t know which ugly girl I’m looking for, and I won’t let her see her. Tell me, what else is there to talk about?”

Xiang Qifei put the dog down, went straight back to the house, closed the door, and locked the door in one go, locking the door with Shan Naixin's words "Look at your son is still shy".

Turn around and text Chi Yan, which ugly girl are you?

The other party called, but didn't speak. First, a young male voice in the voice-changing period said to the microphone, "Brother Feifei, happy birthday." Then Chi Yan urged Qin Zheng in a low voice, "Satisfied? Go to sleep." The slippers slapped on the floor tiles Up pat, pat, guessing that the child went back to his room.Then Chi Yan said to Xiang Qifei: "...Happy birthday."

Look at the watch, it's exactly zero o'clock, more punctual than his girlfriend when he was in love, and even more punctual than Qian Huilai in any year.

Lie on the bed and look at the ticket on the Qi Fei Deng software. After lunch tomorrow, it will be two o'clock at most. One hour is enough to drive from the Pearl River Road to the station, and the ticket will be set at three o'clock.Send the screenshot to Chi Yan first, and then buy a set of skin care products from the Internet for my mother, so that she won't forget her when she says she has a partner.

The atmosphere of Cuiwei Cottage is more like a water town, and the decorations on the tables and chairs, as well as the service staff are all warm and moist.The presentation is exquisite, and the price is also exquisite.In terms of preference, Shan Naixin is not really used to eating, but the emphasis is on the sense of ritual.The dishes of the birthday banquet don’t change much from year to year. Roasted puffer fish and braised bamboo shoots are the usual routines before Xiang Qifei’s eyes. Xiang Quan only eats South African abalone, and he doesn’t really put his chopsticks on the abalone. , feel fragrant.Being disgusted by Shan Naixin many times, it's not that she is still poor and can't stand the good food.Xiang Quan is still happy. During the years after chasing you, you went to my house. My father was afraid that the children in the family would steal food, and the steamed bun box was tied to the rope hanging above the head.

After eating half full, at the dinner table, the topic about the middle-aged crisis of the older generation of the Qian family was pulled out to chat again.Xiang Qifei remembered that when he woke up, he picked up a bunch of blessing messages, and even the black-skinned brother who played together in physical education class sent emoticons perfunctorily.

So I asked on WeChat: "What are you doing? Accompanying your girlfriend?"

Over there, Shan Naixin was scooping up a bowl of old chicken soup, stirring it with a porcelain spoon, "I heard you cry in the morning, Auntie Fu."

Xiang Qifei answered, "Why are you crying?"

"It is said that Laoqian still has a small child outside, and he rented a house in our community. Last night, he finally stopped him in the garage and got into a fight with that girl. She was caught with a few marks under her ears, and her head was bald. Together, let the surveillance record it all, and the security guards stopped it." A spoonful of chicken soup finally entered his mouth, and he sighed, "It's almost fifty people, what's the matter, every day."

Shan Naixin and Fu Jie are both typical strong women in a patriarchal society, and they can often fight against each other.The difference is that Shan Naixin is strong in her career, and Xiang Quan is temperless. The two fell in love freely, and they came together with support, sharing weal and woe.Fu Jie's strength lies in her personality. Her natal family is an upstart and has a lot of money. Qian Dongsheng counted as a backdoor, and her son took his father's surname, purely for auspiciousness.No matter how big or small the family affairs are, she has to take care of them all. Every time Qian Huilai complains, the image of Auntie Fu becomes tough in her heart. tear face.

Stirring the chicken soup in her hand to cool down, Shan Naixin picked up the bowl and drank it, then asked Xiang Qifei: "Don't go back for a few days, Aunt Fu is worried that Xiaoqian is not in good condition, so I want you to accompany me more."

At the same time, Qian Huilai just picked up on WeChat, "I was thinking about life at the beach. My partner broke up." With an address, it was a coffee shop along the coast.

Taking a taxi to Xiang Qifei, the journey took less than half an hour. Qian Huilai only ordered a drink and was occupying the corner of the next window to read.After standing behind him for a few minutes, the pages of the book were not turned, and the eyes fell on the missing lacquer on the corner of the wooden table.

After sitting down, seeing that the status was okay, he asked him, "Are you really away?"

Qian Huilai buckled the book and said calmly, "Zhenli, the materials have already been handed over."

"Buddha's Biography" was printed on the cover of the book, and Xiang Qifei's heart skipped a beat. Qian Huilai said again, "Just say never? My parents are divorced, and I have to teach her step by step how to sue my father and how to collect evidence." , I'm afraid she will suffer, but when has she suffered? What a fuck. "

Xiang Qifei spread his hands, "...at least the book is not in vain."

"That's right, I just heard about it, and I wondered if she had planned such a day long ago?" Qian Huilai got up and went to the bar to bring two plates of cakes and came back, sharing one with each other, "Later... ..Have you seen her surveillance video? I also specifically told her not to try to solve it by force. Fuck, my mother beats people really hard. It’s like killing her. She is only 1.6 meters tall and thin. That woman Younger than her, stronger than her, I really can't fight with all my strength. In the end, I bit my arm and let people pull out two hairs. I still thought I had won. I went home and sat in the kitchen crying. At night, I can still serve three Come on, fuck, mom is so great."

Persevering in being poor-mouthed proves that you are stuck between madness/crazy and rational, and you will not cross the line.Feeling relieved, he asked, "I thought you would help your dad, and you usually kiss him more."

"Don't tell me, I thought too," Qian Huilai picked off the wine-stained cherries on top of the cream, and chewed them in his mouth. "I always imagined my dad, reading poetry and books, tasting calligraphy and painting, and talking when he was poor and poor. Fengyue, go to your mother's secular world. I also thought about getting rid of my mother from now on, so I can do whatever I don't want to do? Then I thought, she has a bit of a stubborn temper, and it's not her who made mistakes, so she shouldn't be treated like this, right? "

Spit out the cherry pit and drop two hard beans on the table, "Anyway, don't get married, blame him." Qian Huilai suddenly looked like someone who had experienced it, "I've seen them for 20 years, I understand, it's just torture."

He just listened, didn't talk anymore, Qian Huilai said what he thought, and said something, some really thought so, some were just impulsive.A drink and two pieces of cake, sitting until dark.Xiang Qifei was perplexed. After living for 21 years, of course he knew that every family had its own scriptures, but no matter how you say it, most people can make do with it, right?In the past, I chatted with my classmates. In recent years, I like to mention the so-called family of origin. I have never agreed with it. I don’t think that the influence of parents can be so great. I insist that personality ultimately depends on self-cultivation.

Arguing hard, being dismissed and ridiculed, in the end he only needs one sentence, you are a survivor.