old man feeding rules

Before going out, Jiang Xun chose a pure black suit with a black shirt, shaved his beard and pulled his hair. This kind of gentle scum's virtues can give him some confidence to meet people. He felt that the huge inheritance that fell from the sky must have made him live like a man.

Today is an important day for him to bid farewell to the past, in all aspects, and he hopes that when he recalls this day many years later, he will only be grateful rather than regretful.

He drove the Mercedes-Benz that he couldn't even stretch his legs to the public university, and parked in the free parking space on the side of the road. Students studying these days are richer than each other, and there is no shortage of beauties in the garage. Empty seats have to go around half the street.

When Jiang Xun returned to the entrance of the community, he smelled the fragrance coming from the small shop, he suddenly couldn't walk, and walked into the shop that could only accommodate three or four folding tables. .

I think that when he was in school, he liked the Mala Tang at the gate of the school. At that time, the housing price in the school district was outrageous compared to now. The old couple could only push a small cart to do mobile stalls, and they were often chased by urban management all over the street. But now it is quite different. They set up a small shop, unlike the fly houses around them, they are not focused on making money. The ingredients, tabletops, bowls and chopsticks, tables and chairs are all clean. During special times, they have to disinfect twice a day, morning and evening, so that the students can eat well. peace of mind.

Looking at the students in the small shop gathering together in small groups to eat, Jiang Xun suddenly felt that he was back when he was the same age as them. He didn't have much living expenses in his hands, and he could only come out to open a small stove once a week, and often You have to chase the stall owner to avoid the angry city management.

At that time, he always deliberately slowed down, pretended to be exhausted, and let Jiang Juan drag him around the street. Looking back now, the corners of his mouth still turn up unconsciously. That will always be a memory worth cherishing.

It's a pity that the love of the past is not the person of that time.

"One serving of malatang does not add blood, but add more spicy bean curd."

The little girl who ordered the food at the front desk greeted him with a big smile. Seeing this good-looking man, she took a few more glances, and when she met his gaze, she was a little shy, and repeated to the back kitchen: "Grandma, don't you add spicy hot sauce?" Blood, more bean curd, more chili peppers!"

Grandma, who was busy in the back kitchen, responded, and as if she suddenly remembered something, she came out wiping her hands with her apron, and when she saw Jiang Xun, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked with a smile.

"Oh, isn't this Brother Punisher? I haven't seen you for many years. You are still so handsome. Once you hear that you don't need blood, you will know it's you if you add more bean curd."

The proprietress has a good memory, and she still remembers Jiang Xun, so she took him to chat: "Wait a minute, try to see if our taste has changed, or is it still the one you used to like? How many years has it been, it will take ten years Well, our family has rented a storefront, so we don’t have to be chased by the urban management anymore, and the price has also increased a bit, it used to be five yuan a piece, but now ten yuan can’t make up for it.”

Jiang Xun also smiled and reminisced with the old lady. Grandma remembered that he used to come with a handsome guy, and asked about their recent situation with concern. Seeing Jiang Xun's red eyes, she panicked: "What's wrong, Is that bastard bullying you again, if you feel unhappy, come back to have a meal, think about the days before, you can get over any hurdles, don't be angry."

Jiang Xun swallowed tears and smiled bitterly: "Grandma, I can't go back, I can't go back again."

He carried the bag handed by the boss, and went out the door as if fleeing. Before he left, he heard the boss scolding behind his back: "Old woman, why are you rubbing salt on someone's wound? I heard that the one who was very good with him before... The young man died in the line of duty..."

For a while, the noisy shop suddenly fell silent, and Jiang Xun felt a dozen eyes piercing his back like knives.

Sympathy, pity... These emotions from charity hurt more than hatred.

The wild goose breath in March is still very cold, and when the wind blows, the tears dry up. He returns to the familiar neighborhood, the familiar unit, and the familiar door at the slowest pace. It was warm and comfortable, but he didn't have the courage to knock on the door.

He admitted that he was afraid, that he didn't know how to face him at all... Maybe it wasn't because he was afraid of anyone, but because he didn't want to face his own past.

What people think is what people fear.

He still couldn't knock it down, and the palm of his hand was covering the door panel, feeling the biting chill from his fingertips to his heart.

"Coward," he laughed.

"Bitch," he mocked.

He didn't knock, but the door opened.

The man cut his hair and shaved his beard. He looks a few years younger, but his old age is not as good as his original youth. His old age is emitted from the inside out, from every pore, and it does not change the appearance of the skin It can be easily covered up, which is the exact opposite of myself.

Jiang Xun's youth is also from the inside to the outside, but his heart will always stay on a certain day nine years ago. Over time, he has learned to deceive himself, making him look like a peerless hero, but his heart is already old.

For a moment, they were speechless, Jiang Xun only raised his hand and passed the bag over, "Pick it up, I'm hungry."

He wasn't actually hungry at all, he just hoped that something could fill his empty body and mind.

The man nodded, held his cold hand and pulled him in. He took the opportunity to lower his head to take off his shoes and pulled back, refusing to have any contact with him.

The man was not embarrassed, he still had a smile on his face, "I made fresh bamboo shoot soup that you like. The transportation was not as developed as it is now, and it only took more than half a month to eat fresh bamboo shoots all year round, and it was expensive. To death, you always feel sorry for the money, and you always say I wasted when you saw the skin of the bamboo shoots peeled off layer by layer, but the skin of the bamboo shoots is old, the stew is tasteless, and you can’t bite it. You just make excuses to say something about me. I just felt that only I can bear your violent temper, and I can't let you harm others."

The room was a bit dim, the curtains were tightly drawn, and only lit by an over-consumed energy-saving lamp, the air was gloomy and stagnant.

Jiang Xun didn't look at him, and he didn't rush into the kitchen to steal food as before. He just took a symbolic sniff twice, "My nose is stuffy, I can't smell it, it should be the same as before."

"Same thing, I put some ham in to make it fresher. This thing used to be expensive. Cut two slices of translucent stew and you said I pick it up. Later, I didn't cook it by myself. I said I would eat enough when I made it. I gave the rest to me. Actually, you didn’t steal it, did you?”

"At that time, I was poor, so I saved a little bit, and I didn't grow up, so why did I eat so much?"

"But we are different now. You can put a lot of bamboo shoots and ham until you have enough. You are not afraid of waste or starvation. I also made your favorite fried bean sprouts. You used to like to roll spring pancakes, but I don't know how to bake them." , the powder is always not soaked enough, and it is sticky and hard after frying, but I am cooking well now, and today is the best one. There is also shredded pork with Beijing sauce. If you don’t like green onions, I don’t like it at all. If you don’t let it go, I won’t force you to change your picky eating habits anymore, and…”

"Let's eat." Jiang Xun abruptly interrupted his memory, "I said, I'm hungry."

He sat down by himself, watched the man bring the dishes to the table, took off his apron and sat opposite him, carefully helping him serve the soup, for fear of spilling a drop, his every move was very much like before... and nothing like it at all.

Only four words popped up in his mind-Dong Shi imitated me.

It would be too pathetic for me to act like myself.

"Be careful, it's hot."

He took a sip from the soup bowl, the soup was indeed very hot, it made his lips and tongue ache, as if on fire, but he felt that the pain was nothing compared to the knife that this person had cut in his heart, so he drank half of it After the bowl went down, my throat was so hot that it swelled up and didn't stop.

The man was scared, took his hand and snatched the soup bowl, thinking it was too far away from the table, so he went to him and touched the corner of his reddened mouth, and said something with concern, but Jiang Xun felt that at this moment he The distance between him and him was farther than that table.

Far away from mountains and seas, today is not what it used to be.

"Bamboo shoots are still bamboo shoots, meat is still meat, but the combination is not the same as before. It's good to be light when it's light. It's like soup. When it's thick, it makes people want to vomit."

Jiang Xun pushed him away, walked directly to the window, opened the curtain abruptly, and the warm sunlight poured in, giving him a glimmer of life.

The man hugged him from behind, buried his head on his neck, and seemed to be crying: "After your lover dies, you don't like to bask in the sun anymore. The ward, living room, and bedroom are all covered with thick curtains. , The room where you enshrined the relics didn’t even have a window, you closed yourself in it and guarded it alone, refusing to have any contact with the outside world, even if you were suffocated, you refused to come out. I have been using it for nine years and I can’t get you to open that window. Open the door, but now you have escaped by yourself, am I not doing well enough? Ah Xun, I can do better, trust me, okay?"

Jiang Xun pulled the hand around his waist, turned around, and looked at the man calmly.

"I have thought countless times how hysterical and painful it would be when I reunited with you. I imagined that you might not have died, but I had to deceive everyone because of the mission, and I also thought badly about Jiang Zhu as you We each take what we need, and it’s good to comfort each other.”

"Ah Punishment..."

"But when things really happened, I was so calm that I was shocked, and I couldn't understand myself anymore."

He leaned against the window sill, allowing the sunlight to shine into the room unreservedly, the warm glow of the sun covered the cold light of the incandescent lamp, Jiang Xun leaned against the light, his face under the backlight no longer looked pale and sick, but rather irresistible cold.

He asked, "What should I call you, Jiang Juan, or Jiang Zhu? Or, a criminal suspect?"

"Ah Xun," Jiang Juan called softly, "I should be your lover."

"Jiang Juan used to be the light in my life, but the light source is not the only constant. There will always be a brighter light shining on the world. Jiang Juan closed a door for me nine years ago, and now someone is willing to break the barrier that imprisoned me. Four walls, break the chains that bind me, drag me out of that dark cage even if my hands are bloody and bloody, he is my lover."

"No! It's me, the person next to you should be me! You believe me, Jiang Juan is not dead, he is alive, he is still alive."

Jiang Juan rushed forward and hugged Jiang Xun, like a lion eyeing its prey.But he didn't bite his artery to suck his scalding blood, instead, he was like a lost child who regarded him as the only savior.

"It's no different from death."

Jiang Xun didn't push him away in a hurry, and moved his fingers across his waist one by one, until he broke free from his restraints, and then reluctantly cut off their common past, crying blood every word.

"It's no different from death. Jiang Juan, I love you deeply, but I would rather die than you. I would rather be a widow for you for the rest of my life than become a criminal that I can't stop. Those who betray their feelings will eventually die. Abandoned by feelings. I only hate that at the beginning, I didn't kill you with my own hands. "

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~