Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Except for the plum blossoms next to each other, there is nothing special in the small park. There is a sea of ​​flowers all over the place, and the colorful lights are entwined in the flowers, making the flowers beautiful and moving.

There is also an artificial lake behind the small park. In summer, you can rent a boat to row. The night sky is completely reflected on the lake, making it hard to tell whether you are swimming in the lake or in the star river.

"Our couples like to come here the most. During the summer vacation, they come to visit the lake every now and then. They all say this is a holy place for dating." Su Mianyang saw the frozen lake and thought of the young couple in the courtyard. He said what he wanted directly, and he realized that it was wrong after he finished speaking. This kind of words seemed to be very ambiguous.

"It's really suitable." Xiao Lang's words dispelled Su Mianyang's worries, but it inevitably caused him to fall into another mood. He wanted to know whether Xiao Lang had misunderstood, and what such an answer meant.

"Xiao Lang..." Before Su Mianyang finished speaking, the sound of "bang" suppressed the second half of his sentence.

He subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.

There were a few loud noises in the sky at night, which were deafening, followed by fireworks that exploded one after another, rippling layers of waves on the originally quiet and peaceful night, and the gorgeous light turned into powder and sprinkled from the sky. Best wishes to the world.

"Huh?" Xiao Lang looked up at Huahuo, but he was responding to Su Mianyang in words.

Su Mianyang stared at the exploding fireworks one after another in a daze, before saying a word: "Happy New Year."

Xiao Lang looked a little dazed, and it took him a long time to realize what Su Mianyang had said.

Ms. Pan has always been busy with business trips, and sometimes she can't even take care of the New Year. The number of times the two of them can see each other throughout the year is very small. For Xiao Lang, the winter vacation is more related to studying alone at home.

It's been a long time since he bought New Year's goods and had a good chat with Ms. Pan. The New Year's atmosphere around him is pitifully weak, and his concept of the Spring Festival has already been blurred so much that Xiao Lang almost forgot that the Spring Festival is a family reunion. traditional festival.

In my impression, the last time I ate dumplings was at Liu Ming's house. At that time, Xiao Lang was in a rebellious period, and it would blow up at one o'clock.

The little boy in the same class said a few gossips to Ms. Pan, "I have another man, so I don't want him as a son." into the office.

Afterwards, the homeroom teacher asked the parents to call, and Ms. Pan was away from home and couldn't come back, so it was even more impossible for Xiao Ziqiang to come. This embarrassing reality made the little boy's gossip even more real.

And just when the little boy hid behind the class teacher and made faces, Xiao Lang couldn't help his emotions to do it again, the young substitute teacher stood up.

Liu Ming took him home from his homeroom teacher in the name of his parents, and told him that many people don't care about the truth at all, as long as the public opinion is fermented enough to look good.

But rumors are just rumors after all, and a person's brilliance will not be concealed because of this. As long as he never gives up, no one can defeat him.

Xiao Lang's last memory stays in Liu Ming gently rubbing his head with his hands, smiling and whispering to him in the warm orange light: "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year." Xiao Lang's voice was low and sincere, and he didn't know whether he was speaking to Su Mianyang or someone far away in the sky.

There was warmth on his left hand, and Xiao Lang knew Su Mianyang's hand was close to him without looking.

That hand first touched his knuckles tentatively, seeing that Xiao Lang had no special reaction, his five fingers slipped between his fingers, and the two hands interlocked loosely.

The warmth came from the place where the knuckles overlapped, and was transmitted to Xiao Lang's atrium through the veins. He could feel his blood circulating faster.

It is undoubtedly lucky to have someone to accompany you on a cold winter night. They held each other's hands in the New Year's greetings and watched the fireworks in the night sky together.

Xiao Lang didn't speak, but just held on tighter.

It was completely dark when the two of them returned to the breakfast shop. It was already past meal time, Su Mei had already gone to bed, and Song Zhichun had already told him during the day that he would go out and not come back all night, and the shop was quiet. other voices.

Su Mianyang is used to eating irregularly, so it doesn't matter if he has dinner, but with Xiao Lang, he is always embarrassed to let people who come all the way to find him not even have dinner.

"Little classmate, you are lucky. Wait, I will cook for you myself." Su Mianyang said, rolling up his sleeves eager to try.

This appearance made Xiao Lang feel a little funny, he smiled and asked, "Do you need my help?"

"No need," Su Mianyang said, "Sit here and don't move, I'll make you a bowl of porridge."

Su Mianyang is very skillful in cutting shiitake mushrooms. A few shiitake mushrooms turned into slices of similar thickness after a while under his knife. He put the sliced ​​mushrooms aside and added water to the pot to prepare porridge.

Seeing that Su Mianyang added three bowls of water and wanted to add more, Xiao Lang asked, "How many bowls do you want?"

The movement of Su Mianyang's hand was slightly stagnant, "Isn't it just the two of us?"

"Is there too much water?" Xiao Lang asked.

"I'm sorry I haven't cooked, I made you laugh," Su Mianyang said in his mouth, but he threw the bowl aside as if it was troublesome to scoop out the water, "Forget it, let's cook like this, it doesn't matter who Come back at night and drink when you are hungry."

Xiao Lang's brows moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

The waiting time is always extra long, and it is not Xiao Lang's habit to sit and wait for someone to serve the meal, so he simply took a rag and wiped down a few tables again.

Su Mianyang didn't say anything when he saw it. He understood Xiao Lang's character, so preventing people from helping him was not a good choice.

While cleaning the table, Xiao Lang saw a wooden box on a certain wooden table, with intricate patterns, trimmed with silver, with slits on the front and back, and a crank handle on the side, which looked very delicate.

Xiao Lang looked familiar, and asked Su Mianyang out of curiosity, "Music box?"

Su Mianyang looked up, "You want to play? The tape is here at the counter, I'll bring it to you."

"I won't." Xiao Lang answered truthfully.

"It's very simple. The paper tape is punched. Take it here and I'll teach you." After putting the soup in the pot on the induction cooker, Su Mianyang wiped his hands with the apron next to him and waved to Xiao Lang.

Xiao Lang picked up the music box with one hand, put the other hand on the bottom of the box, and carefully held it in front of Su Mianyang.

Su Mianyang reached out to take it, and took out a paper tape about half a meter long from the drawer behind the counter. He stuffed the paper tape through the hole in the front of the music box, and turned the crank handle twice. In the circle, the music box made a series of pleasant sounds.

"That's it, just turn the crank all the time, and control the rhythm yourself." Su Mianyang pushed the music box towards Xiao Lang.

"Clockwise?" Xiao Lang asked.

"Yes." Su Mianyang replied.

Xiao Lang turned the crank a few times, and the sound of music poured out from his hands. The ordinary wooden box and the paper tape actually played an extremely beautiful melody. This knowledge made him very interested.

"What other musical instruments have you learned?" On New Year's Day alone, Xiao Lang saw Su Mianyang using a kalimba and a guitar, and now he has an extra music box. His tablemate seems to like and is good at all kinds of musical instruments .

"I've only learned a little bit, it's not worth mentioning, flute, Xiao Xun, piano, violin, and guzheng." Su Mianyang said indifferently, "Many musical instruments are analogous. Get started."

Su Mianyang's extensive exposure to musical instruments made Xiao Lang raise his eyebrows, and he subconsciously asked a question that ordinary people would ask: "Who did you learn from?"

"...my mother." Su Mianyang answered after a while.

This topic seems to have offended Su Mianyang, and the reason is obvious. After saying this title, the smile on Su Mianyang's lips disappeared instantly, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, which is a typical sign of unhappiness.

Xiao Lang noticed Su Mianyang's abnormality early on, or it could be said that it was the abnormality of this breakfast shop.

Su Mei's name is Brother Su Mianyang. They should be brothers and sisters, but if they are brothers and sisters, they have different characters and a big age difference, which is somewhat strange.

The person Su Mianyang calls aunt is called mother by Su Mei, and Song Zhichun is obviously acting like a hostess in the breakfast shop. All this points to an obvious answer-Su Mianyang's family is a reorganized family, and Song Zhichun is his stepmother.

Reminiscent of his own experience, it is unknown what Su Mianyang encountered in it, but Xiao Lang knew it must not be a good thing.

"Sorry." Xiao Lang is not good at comforting others, the only thing he can think of is companionship, and apologizes for rashly poking someone's pain.

"You should have seen it too. My family is a reorganized family. After my mother left, my father married someone else," Su Mianyang said, "Don't feel sorry, it's your fault that you can detect it."

Xiao Lang didn't speak. He had absolutely no experience in dealing with such things, so he could only treat others the way he wanted to be treated.

Su Mianyang was silent, and he stayed with him.

Su Mianyang wanted to say something, but he listened carefully.

"Tell me what it means to look for my own good?" Su Mianyang raised his head and looked out of the window when he said this. There happened to be a few playful children setting off firecrackers outside. He looked at the young mother following behind the children with eyes wide open A little bit confused.

"My mother left, my father brought another woman into my house, stood on the stove where my mother used to stand, and took my mother's place in the photo album. Why did a woman who appeared out of thin air break into my life, After smearing off my mother's traces, everyone still says it's for my own good?"

"You are in high school, and someone has to take care of you at home." These are Mr. Su's original words.

On the issue of Su Mianyang's education, Su Gu will always be like this. He just sticks in what he thinks is right and what is good for his son, and never spends more time asking Su Mianyang. the opinion of.

"I don't need anyone to replace my mother, not even the best one." Su Mianyang's voice gradually lowered, "She is the only one in the world."

Xiao Lang lowered his eyelashes and did not speak.

Su Mianyang turned off the power of the induction cooker.

Considering that it is not far from bedtime now, the content of dinner should be simple and refreshing. Su Mianyang only boiled a pot of red jujube porridge and fried a plate of shiitake mushrooms as a side dish. Lang sat down opposite him.

The moment Xiao Lang saw the red dates in the porridge, Xiao Lang looked away. The family wanted to save trouble, and it would be nice if they could cut the dates in half and throw them into the pot when cooking porridge.

This is also the reason why Xiao Lang doesn't like drinking jujube porridge. He is very hypocritical when it comes to eating, and he doesn't like to eat jujube because it is too troublesome to spit out the core.

However, this bowl of porridge was made by Su Mianyang specially for him. Xiao Lang didn’t feel like being hypocritical, but after eating several dates, he realized something was wrong. There were no seeds in these dates, and Su Mianyang used a knife to remove the dates before cooking the porridge. nuclear.

There was a ripple in Xiao Lang's heart.

It is very troublesome to remove the date pits from red dates. This is the conclusion Xiao Lang came to from his own practice before. He did not expect that someone would really accommodate his hypocritical eating habits.

"Am I an annoying problem boy? My mother... probably doesn't like me like this either." Su Mianyang who was across the table suddenly sighed.

"No. This is the only question I can answer you directly," Xiao Lang looked up at Su Mianyang, "You are really a very good person, the only kind in the world."

If Su Mianyang was really hopelessly selfish and willful as he said, he probably wouldn't love Su Mei, his half-sister, from the bottom of his heart.

It's not that Su Mianyang can't accept Song Zhichun and her daughter, but he has always been stubborn in his heart and doesn't want anyone to replace his mother, and he doesn't want to let the last trace of his mother's existence be wiped away.

"At the same table, you are her pride."

"Although I haven't met my aunt, she must be a very gentle person, so she can have a gentle child like you."

Su Mian raised his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything after all.

After eating, Xiao Lang took away the bowls from the two of them. Su Mianyang hurriedly stopped him when he saw it, "Leave me alone."

"Let me do it," Xiao Lang said with a smile, "I read in the book that one of the husband and wife cooks and the other washes the dishes, which is fair."

Su Mianyang's outstretched hand retracted like an electric shock.

The author has something to say:

Push the campus novel "After the School Bully Goes Bankrupt" that I'm following next door, I'm so happy as a cp addict, I love Mrs. Huanyishu so much!

See you at the old time at 18:00 tomorrow night.