[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

After lunch, Wang Meng ran away, saying that he wanted to go home to take care of his parents and his girlfriend.I wrapped him a thick red envelope, and he was stunned for a while when he took it, and then he wished me an early year.

This winter is rare cold and the weather is not very good.Big chunks of dark clouds in the sky, like tiles, are stacked together.Last night's snow covered the Leifeng Tower in the distance and the roadside greenery nearby.The sky and the earth are connected together, the vast expanse of whiteness looks strangely beautiful.

My little brother and I strolled on Gushan Road to digest our food. Brother Zhu ate until his stomach became round. He was sleeping on my shoulder, snoring contentedly, and together with Poker Bottle, attracted the eager attention of all kinds of girls on the road.

While admiring the snow scenery of West Lake, I looked very leisurely, but at the same time, I was worried: New Year’s Eve is a traditional Chinese day for family reunion. When I return to Hangzhou this year, I will definitely go home and spend time with my elders.So I really can't bear to be alone at home, lonely, miserable, and pitiful.

But I have to face two problems:

One is the embarrassing position of the Zhang family in front of Lao Jiumen:

Because the agreement of taking turns guarding the gate was selfishly repented by the old nine gates, so after I understood the Taoist form, I found that the Zhang family had an attitude close to hatred towards the old nine gates, and the old nine gates did not dare to offend Zhang. The family can only adopt the strategy of "delaying if you can, and letting the gods go". On the surface, they are in awe of the gods, but in private they only have "fear" but no "respect" for the Zhang family.

Then Poker Ping, who is the nominal head of the Zhang family, is in an extremely embarrassing and difficult situation.

My parents don't know much about Taoism, so of course there is no need to worry, but my second uncle is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Although the Chinese New Year is not going to be really stiff, it is really not my intention to make Poker Ping sad.

The second, and the first to bear the brunt, is the need to consider the most authentic thoughts and feelings of Poker Ping: Zhang Haike, who was proudly known by others and even in those days as a childhood sweetheart (a fart) with Poker Ping Look, they are all very quiet and detached people.

But in my opinion, this character is just precipitated from his complicated and sad life experience.In other words, it is acquired.

And his "true character", now that I think about it, no one knows. (Maybe only I can guess some from the minutiae, but I still have to dig deep. But the future is long, and I am not worried at all.)

His dislike of gathering and socializing is also because he has stayed in the world for too long and has seen too many scenery-he can tear away all disguises and see the essence of a person as long as he observes with his eyes.I think this is also the reason why he is willing to make friends with me and Fatty—both Fatty and I are not evil people, and we are sincere to him. This true love has been clearly received by him and has always been cherished.

However, even Poker Bottle cannot deny that he is living a very rational life that lacks warmth.

I don't think it makes sense.

A person should enjoy some things that should be enjoyed as a person.

From what I know about Poker Bottle, he must have not had a good Chinese New Year.On New Year's Eve, it was probably either working overtime and jumping up and down in the bucket, or huddled in the dilapidated bedroom of that bungalow, isolated from the world.

The people outside cared about being noisy in the outside world, while he cared about being alone in his own world.

His longevity makes only cold and shadows stay with him for a long time.

……

As I walked, I thought with compassion.But the more I think about it, the more I feel: What the hell does this miserable life do? !If it were me, it would not be suicide, but it would definitely have to step into the abyss of the newspaper office.

That is to say, he can deal with it indifferently, and has his own principles, and will help those who can be saved.

No, no matter what this year, I have to bring him to celebrate the New Year together.

However, I have to give him a break.

I thought about it and said:

"Brother, that... Come home with me this year for Chinese New Year."

After thinking about it, there seemed to be some ambiguity, so while lamenting the profoundness of the motherland's language, he quickly changed the word order: "Uh, what I mean is that neither of my parents are outsiders, so why don't you talk to me this year?" Let's go home for the New Year."

Poker bottle seemed to be struggling for a while, but finally shook his head and continued walking forward.

I clicked my tongue in my heart: I had expected this situation a long time ago.I knew that pretending to be good at this time would best arouse the other party's sympathy, so I continued: "Then brother, I will not go back, let's go home together. I have been too busy to go back these years, and this time I did not inform the elders. I'm not prepared psychologically, so just forget it. No matter what, I have to accompany you to let you have a good year, right?"

As he said that, he walked a few steps quickly, and smiled at him with his most natural and sunny expression, with a hint of comfort.

Poker bottle stopped slowly, stared straight at me for a while, finally drooped his eyes, nodded and agreed, a little helpless.

I sincerely applauded myself in my heart.

After that, things went smoothly.

When I was standing in the department store, worrying about whether I should buy those "Melatonin" nutritional supplements that I don't know if I don't know if I will be brain-dead, Poker Ping, who I successfully captured, offered to go to his "little treasury" to hunt for treasures. , I personally picked a pair of rich and special jade-carved brush and ink beds for my dad, and prepared a very expensive-looking bracelet for my mother.

I grossly estimated the price, probably at least 20 at the lowest auction price, and I wanted to burst into tears—sure enough, I didn’t misunderstand the person, and I would definitely be a loser if I really took it home in the future.

On the way to my parents' house, I turned on the air conditioner in the car, and it was warm, so I slept in the passenger seat as usual.

But based on my understanding of him, this kid can tell at a glance that he is pretending to be asleep—as a master of masters, it is too unscientific for him to breathe so much faster than when I am quiet.Moreover, he subconsciously exerted force on Brother Zhu's hand, and Brother Zhu's hair was even tied up.

I looked at the road ahead, pushed Jinsi's eyes with my right hand, and duly covered the smile that slipped to my lips.

I don't know if he is nervous or scared?With Menshen's personality traits of always treating others as vegetables and radishes, I really don't understand what's wrong?

I have never seen a stuffed oil bottle in such a state.

He was willing to change himself for just one person.

I don't know why, but besides the novelty, what I feel in my heart is more deeply moved and joy that floods my limbs.