Dreaming back to the 90s to help my dad catch a rival in love

"Meow~"

Just as Ning Xiaobei was leaning against the door in a daze, watching the back of his grandma in the alley, a cute cat's cry sounded from under his feet, and then a ball of fluffy things rubbed against his bony ankle.

"Az cat!"

Looking at the little orange fur ball under his feet, Ning Xiaobei clapped his hands happily, bent down and picked it up.

The cat stared at its little master affectionately with brown eyes like crystal glass balls, and rubbed its head against Ning Xiaobei's chin.

"Az Cat" is a little orange cat that my father asked the neighbors two streets away.Old houses like theirs have mice, so basically every household has cats.

It turned out that after the old cat "Xiao Mi" of Ning's family died, the house was once infested with rats.Grandma's large camphor wood box on the second floor was bitten into a big hole, and her satin fabric that had been stored for many years was bitten to pieces. She was so anxious that she asked her son to go out and ask someone to ask for a cat to come to town. House.

When this little orange cat first came to the house, it was only the size of a palm and had just been weaned.

It is amazing to say that the night the kitten came to their house, the sound of "chui tu" that had been hovering on the beams disappeared. At that time, the cat could not walk well.Grandma said that the "old bug" (mouse) would not dare to make a mistake when he smelled a cat in the house.

Not to mention that a few years later, "Az Cat" is already an expert in the field of mouse catching. With his good skills, he has been invincible in several nearby alleys and has become the king of cats here.

In the beginning, "Aziz Cat" inherited the name of its predecessor and was called "Ami".Soon after, the cartoon "The Smurfs" began to be played on TV, and the villain Gargamel was always accompanied by a little orange cat called "Az Cat".That naughty cartoon kitten looks exactly like Ami, so Xiaobei changed the little orange cat to a new name full of foreign style.

"This dream is so good that it even dreams of you."

Ning Xiaobei held the cat in his arms, and rubbed its soft and shiny fur with his left hand from top to bottom, making the kitten snore comfortably.

If it is reasonable to say that it is reasonable to dream of grandma, then Ning Xiaobei is simply taken aback when he dreams of the kitten he raised in childhood.

He remembered that it was the summer of 2000.

Just as he and his father bid farewell to the old house and got on the moving truck to go to the new house, the Azi cat in his arms suddenly screamed and jumped out of the car window, and rushed back to the empty house that had been moved long ago. , in a messy old alley.

He and his father got out of the car immediately and chased after it, but they couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

In the next week, he came back here several times, trying to search for the figure of Aziz cat among the broken bricks and rubble, but finally found nothing.

Later, bulldozers and excavators drove into the alley, a yellow line was pulled up here, and it became a demolition site, and he could no longer enter.

He remembered what his father said at the time, people said "dogs are loyal ministers, cats are treacherous ministers", and they will go wherever there is food, ruthless and ungrateful.

In fact, they don't know that cats are the most affectionate, and their hearts are the softest, just like the fur on their bellies.Aziz cat must not let go of the old house and grandma, so it chooses to stay in the old house to protect grandma's soul.

At that time, I was crying tears, and I have never raised any pets since then.He was afraid to bear such heart-pounding pain again.

"Az cat, what a cat."

Thinking of this, Ning Xiaobei had a sore nose and let go of the hand holding the cat.

Aziz cat jumped out of his arms, landed lightly on the ground, walked to the cat food bowl next to the stairs and drank a few sips of water, then ran to sleep on the beam.

"It's so strange, such a clear dream..."

Ning Xiaobei walked into the main room, looked at the half-human tall mirror hanging diagonally on the wall, clenched his fists, and took a step forward.

In the mirror, the little boy wearing a blue and white sea soul shirt and dark blue boxers stared blankly at Ning Xiaobei outside the mirror.

His eyes are slender, and the corners of the eyes are slightly turned up. A head of yellow-brown hair is limply attached to the scalp, and the roots of the hair are curled with inconspicuous curls, and his eyes are blank.

Ning Xiaobei was born with natural curly hair, which was fine when he was a child, but suddenly became very curly when he entered high school.If he hadn't always had good academic performance and good character, the teacher would have thought he was just going to perm his hair in fashion.

In addition to the curly hair, the skin is also very fair, the nose is straight and upturned, the mouth is thin and red, and she is as delicate as a little girl.Ning Xiaobei remembered that he had a nickname in the alley since he was a child - foreign foreign girl.

The person in the mirror is not only delicate, but also very thin, with thin arms and legs dangling under the wide sea soul shirt, like San Mao in the comic book "The Wanderings of San Mao".

Boys who have just entered the first puberty period are growing crazily. Probably all the nutrients are supplied to the bones, and they really don't grow any flesh.

Ning Xiaobei remembered that he always felt hungry all the time during this year. In addition to three meals a day, he also had afternoon snacks, and the biscuit box at home had to be replenished with food every three days.

When eating every day, grandma watched herself adding bowl after bowl of rice, and always said sourly: half a child, eat to death.

And Dad would laugh out loud at this time, stroking his head and saying, "Eat more, try to grow to 1.8 meters, 1.9 meters, and join the basketball team and volleyball team."

Facts have proved that relying on eating more is less than 1.8 meters long.

His second growth was in the first year of high school. He grew ten centimeters in half a semester, and his bones ached.However, his height was finally fixed at 1.7 meters sixteen, not one point more.

"By the way, the adoption certificate..."

Ning Xiaobei suddenly thought of something, and ran to the stairs, ignoring the fact that his stomach was already rumbling with hunger.

He ran to the second floor "drumming" and looked around for a week.

Dad left all the windows on the second floor open when he went to work.The summer's gaze sprinkled on the wooden floor, illuminating the room brightly.I hurried down from the attic just now and didn't look at it carefully, but now I can finally review the layout carefully.

This floor was originally where my grandma lived, but after she was 60 years old, she said that her legs and feet were not good, so she moved to sleep in a small room separated from the main room downstairs.

In addition to the bed, the fairly spacious room also has a whole row of cabinets, two single sofas, and a coffee table.Beside the coffee table is a floor lamp covered with a dark green lampshade.A bottle of "Hero Ink," a pen, and a stack of paper sit on the coffee table.

Ning Xiaobei remembered that his father always liked to write here at night.He used to think that his father was studying hard, but a few years later, once the father and son drank together, Comrade Ning Jianguo confessed embarrassedly that he was actually copying the lyrics of popular songs in Hong Kong and Taiwan, so that he could show off his latest learning in the workshop. The hit song that arrived...

He walked closer, looked down, and it was true.

——Although the journey by your side is far from tired...

I copied the lyrics of Teresa Teng's "Wandering the Road of Life". Because it is a Cantonese song, my dad also marked the Cantonese pronunciation on each word.

Ning Xiaobei smiled.

He looked up, and there were two sets of turning glasses, various models of airplanes and ships, a "Sanyo" music player and dozens of pop music tapes on a row of cabinets newly built against the wall.

From young to old, Comrade Ning Jianguo has only two hobbies-making models and listening to music.

Oh, strictly speaking, there must be one more.

Cooking and cooking.

Every night when it’s cooking time, no one who passes by the gate of their house does not stop and sniff.

Put together with the brand-new cabinets, there are several old and outdated mahogany cabinets-these are grandma's dowry.The room separated from the main room downstairs was too small to fit the mahogany furniture, so we had to stay on the second floor.

He had been sleeping with his father until the third grade of elementary school, but later Ning Jianguo saw that he was a little older, and it didn't matter if he was always crowded with Lao Tzu.He built a camp bed in the attic, and bought a second-hand writing desk from the flea market and put it on it, which gave him his own little world.

The small staircase leading to the attic is just behind the screen on the right.

I remember that at night, when he was late for homework, his father often climbed up to serve him the freshly made wontons and glutinous rice balls.

Ning Xiaobei sniffed, walked to the chest of drawers against the wall, and looked at this begonia-colored chest that was as tall as others.

This chest of drawers still followed them after they moved twice, carrying all of Dad's documents and all the secrets of the Ning family.

He moved the little stool in front of the sofa to rest his feet in front of the chest of drawers and stood on it.Then he took a deep breath and pulled the top drawer vigorously - in the "real world", he saw the proof that made him unbelievable and chilled all over his body in this drawer.

However, the locked drawer did not budge.

But Ning Xiaobei was not discouraged at all, he knew exactly how many problems this chest of drawers had.

He jumped off the stool and opened the second drawer, which held Dad's daily change of clothes.

Putting the second drawer on the ground, Ning Xiaobei turned around and stretched his left hand into the empty compartment, from bottom to top, and knocked hard on the partition under the upper drawer.At the same time, he pulled out with his right hand, and the lock was knocked loose, exposing a corner of the drawer.

Standing on the small stool, Ning Xiaobei tiptoed to look at the neatly stacked various documents, account books, and even home appliance manuals inside.

There were too many things, so Ning Xiaobei simply moved all the things to the coffee table.

Fortunately, Ning Jianguo's habit of tidying up his things was consistent. The most important things were always kept at the bottom. Ning Xiaobei quickly dug out a cowhide portfolio bag.

Sitting on the sofa, taking a deep breath, and bypassing the white thread on the bag, Ning Xiaobei seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat.

He pushed all the other messy things to the other half of the coffee table, and pulled out the Ning family's household registration book... as well as his birth certificate and adoption registration certificate.

"Adopter: Ning Jianguo...Adoptee: Wu Baosen. The adopter's name will be changed to: Ning Xiaobei..."

Looking at the pale yellow piece of paper, Ning Xiaobei's accumulated tears finally couldn't hold back and dripped down in big ones.

It is said that dreaming is to make up for the shortcomings of the real world, so that people can get a little chance to breathe when they are most unprepared. Why is his dream so real and cruel.

In the real world, he was already in pain, why did he have to torture him like this in his dream?

"Is someone hacking at home? Jianguo, is Xiaobei at home?"

Suddenly, there was a door call from downstairs, and it sounded like a woman.

Ning Xiaobei wiped away the tears on his cheeks, and responded loudly, "There is someone, come right away."

Unexpectedly, just as he stood up, his arm accidentally knocked over the hero ink that was submerged in a pile of documents.Last night, after Ning Jianguo filled the pen with ink, he might not have tightened the bottle tightly, and the blue-black ink suddenly poured out, spilling half of the countertop.

Ning Xiaobei was so frightened that he hurriedly stabilized the bottle, quickly pulled out a few documents near the bottle, and picked up a rag that was on the armrest of the sofa to cover the ink to prevent the ink from expanding.

But even so, the corners of several sheets of paper were stained with ink.And the adoption certificate, which was spread carelessly on the coffee table, was stained with a large ink stain.

"Too bad, what can I do?"

Holding the defaced certificate, Ning Xiaobei wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Xiao Bei, are you there? Xiao Bei?"

The door calling downstairs became louder and more urgent, Ning Xiaobei turned around in a panic, but was surprised to find that at some point, the door calling turned into a cell phone ringtone.

How can there be mobile phones in this era?

Ning Xiaobei only felt the world spinning for a while, the soles of his feet fluttered, and his bones ached.

Opening his eyes again, a pale yellow light came into view.

The smartphone that was thrown by the owner on the double fabric sofa died down after playing the ringtone for the Nth time in a loop.

Ning Xiaobei propped himself up, covering his head with one hand, with a dazed expression on his face.

He stared blankly at the living room where he was, facing him was the Mi TV that he bought not long ago last year, and on the dining table on the left was a pile of health care products that his father bought before his death but didn't have time to eat.

On the aisle leading to the balcony on the right, photos hung with black veils were placed on the temporary altar, and the black and white Comrade Ning Jianguo was smiling at him.

I didn't know when I fell asleep on the floor, no wonder my waist was sore and my back hurt.

Ning Xiaobei was stunned for a while, then got up with his waist supported, and went to grab the phone stuck in the sofa.

There are almost 30 missed calls, all of which are calls from my colleagues... Looking at WeChat again, there are more than a dozen @own information in the work group, all of which are all kinds of difficult problems.

"You won't even let me go for the funeral?"

Ning Xiaobei sighed helplessly, checked the time on his phone, and decided to go to the company in the afternoon.

When he was packing up his father's belongings last night, he found the adoption certificate. He was startled and in pain. He lay on the sofa and cried for a long time. He didn't know how he slipped to the ground, and he had such a dream...

With a long sigh, he stood up from the sofa, and a fluffy piece of paper fell by his hand.

Ning Xiaobei looked down, it was the adoption certificate that he pinched all night.

He smiled bitterly, but his face changed in the next second.

On this paper... when did such a large piece of ink get on it?When he saw it yesterday, there was no such stain!

The author has something to say:

Old bug, Shanghai dialect, mouse.In the past, old people had an inexplicable respect for mice and dared not call them by their names.In addition to being called "Old Worm", it is also called "Mr. Big" and "Mr. Old".

Yes, the protagonist of this article is wearing clothes.But still more in the 90s~~