unrequited love forbidden

pomegranate

porridge you are fat again

Immediately after the monthly exam, the eleventh holiday was ushered in.

The test papers of various subjects were handed out like snowflakes. The class representatives wrote their homework on the blackboard, and the students below were chattering, and few of them took it seriously.

"Our family travels by car..."

"Ah, my mother enrolled me in a cram school!"

"I went to the beach with my best friend and boyfriend..."

"I want a game for five days and five nights!"

Everyone chattered about their plans, Jiang Xiao finished copying the homework left by each subject on paper, and saw Li Bowen sighing at the phone.

"What's wrong with Li Zi?" Jiang Xiao hit him.

Li Bowen frowned, "My uncle's family will come to play on Eleventh, and I'll fuck those four kids in his family. I'm going crazy just thinking about it."

The most abominable thing is that he will mess with the things in his room, his hands and his limited edition sneakers, in short, all his things will suffer.

"Come to my house." Jiang Xiao wrote the English test paper that had just been handed out without looking up, "Lock your room and take the key away."

Li Bowen looked at him in surprise, "Didn't anyone let in that precious house of yours?"

"It doesn't matter, it's just the house." Jiang Xiao used to be very concerned about certain specific habits of his own, such as not allowing others to enter his house, like having to wear new clothes before doing an important thing, or having to Saying good morning to Mr. Fu's photo every morning... But after dying, he found that these specific obsessions didn't seem to be that important anymore.

No bad things happen, no more shutting everyone out, no more being alone.

"Hey, what about Fu Qingzhou?" Li Bowen leaned over and asked mysteriously, "Aren't you going to ask him out to play?"

"He lives next door to me." Jiang Xiao said, "He has been giving me extra lessons."

"Damn." Li Bowen slapped the table with a slap, "I'll do it by the way!?"

"Just say whether you want to go or not."

"go with!"

But he never expected that Jiang Xiao's holiday life would be so boring.

"Homework?" Li Bowen wailed in the study.

"You can only go out after finishing your homework." Fu Zhi sat opposite him, his two short legs dangling in the air, "My brother assigned me a lot of homework."

Li Bowen stretched out his arms to pinch his face, "Little Blackie, your brother is really bad."

"My name is Fu Zhi, not Little Hei Dan!" Fu Zhi corrected him, "And my brother is the best person in the world, and my elder brother is the second best person in the world!"

"Who is your elder brother?" Li Bowen asked.

"Big Brother is Brother Jiang Xiao." Fu Zhi said seriously, "Every kindergarten in the village calls Brother Jiang Xiao!"

Li Bowen laughed so hard that he lay on the table and couldn't straighten up.

Jiang Xiao came in with drinks and fruit, "What's the fun?"

"Big brother, first brother in the village, hahaha!" Li Bowen laughed at him mercilessly.

Jiang Xiao said calmly: "Who has never been young and frivolous."

Li Bowen laughed until tears came out, "Why did Fu Qingzhou go?"

"He's taking a competition class at school." Jiang Xiao dragged a chair over to sit down, "It won't be a holiday until three days later."

"Hey, it's so miserable." Li Bowen gloated.

Fu Zhi struggled to write with a pencil, and muttered in a low voice, "It's so miserable."

When Fu Qingzhou came back, he happened to be stuck at the meal time.

Li Bowen was playing games in the study, Fu Zhi was watching Ultraman in the living room, and Jiang Xiao was chopping chicken with a knife.

Fu Qingzhou stood at the door of the kitchen in shock, "What are you going to do?"

Jiang Xiao turned to look at him, the machete was still stained with blood, "I'm too tired to do my homework, let's cook some chicken soup."

Fu Qingzhou just wanted to ask if you know how to cook, but looking at the well-organized ingredients and ingredients in the kitchen, he felt that it was unnecessary. Jiang Xiao's cooking skills are superb, so he knew how to cook since he was a child.

"Want to help?" He put his schoolbag on the dining chair.

Jiang Xiao was not polite at all, "Help me clean the pressure cooker."

Fu Qingzhou stood in front of the sink unskillfully, and asked while washing the pot, "How did you learn to cook?"

"I live by myself, so I went to learn when I got tired of takeaway." Jiang Xiao said vaguely, then raised the knife and cut off the chicken's neck.

In fact, before he became a driver for Fu Qingzhou, he was unemployed for a while, so he simply went to a chef training class, got a few chef certificates, and worked as a cook in a restaurant.

In the beginning, he worked on a construction site. He did both small and large jobs. Later, he followed others to paint walls and lay bricks, wash cars, repair tires, and unblock sewers... In short, he has done various jobs, and he has earned a lot of money. It is a pity to manage money In a mess, unable to save money, Kong has learned a whole host of strange skills.

He washed the chopped chicken, put it into the pot to blanch, threw in the big ingredients, and said to Qingzhou mysteriously: "Actually, I'm really good at swinging a sledgehammer."

Fu Qingzhou was a little confused, "Swinging a sledgehammer?"

"The big hammer is eighty and the small hammer is forty. Have you seen the sketch?" Jiang Xiao said vividly: "Eighty! Eighty!"

Fu Qingzhou laughed so hard that his hands were shaking, "Crazy."

"Really, I don't lie to you, I will perform for you when I have time." Jiang Xiao said proudly: "I don't tell ordinary people."

I don't know if Jiang Xiao will pay Qingzhou with a hammer, but Jiang Xiao's cooking is really good, and he ate an extra bowl of rice than usual.

Fu Zhi and Li Bowen were in a turmoil, and Li Bowen was amazed, "The chicken rice in the North Canteen is rubbish, Jiang'er, you should be a cook in the future."

Jiang Xiao ate a mouthful of rice, "Nine out of ten cooks are fat, please allow me to refuse."

"What's wrong with being fat, look at our class blue is fat and cute." Li Bowen shook his head, "You ugly dog."

Jiang Xiao picked up a chicken wing for Fu Qingzhou, "You eat too slowly, they won't even give you any leftover soup later."

Fu Qingzhou accepted it happily.

Li Bowen pursed his lips sourly, was glared at by Jiang Xiao, then lowered his head and gnawed on the big chicken leg he had snatched.

-

When Jiang Xuelin was discharged from the hospital, Jiang Xiao had just finished his homework.

Jiang Xiao followed Jiang Lei to the hospital to pick him up, and then went to the hotel.

Jiang Xiao's two uncles and an aunt finally rushed back during the vacation, and brought back several of his cousins.

Jiang Xiao was really not very familiar with this group of relatives. Jiang Xuelin was naturally happy to see his children and other grandchildren. There was a sweet-talking cousin who coaxed the old man into ecstasy.

Jiang Lei was chatting with a few brothers, Zhang Juan was chatting with her aunts about family issues, Jiang Hao'an rushed over from the company, and soon had a drink with a few cousins ​​and uncles, the room was very lively and cheerful.

Jiang Xiao kept his head down and played with his mobile phone. He ate half of his meal, and ran to the courtyard behind the restaurant to breathe while others were not paying attention.

He really doesn't like this kind of "family banquet".

"Xiaoxiao, why did you come out?" Jiang Xuelin's voice sounded from behind him.

Jiang Xiao hurriedly turned around and saw Jiang Xuelin standing at the door leaning on a cane. He reached out to support him, "Master, are you full?"

"I'm full." Jiang Xuelin sat on the wooden chair and basked in the sun with him, "How many days off did you have?"

"Seven days." Jiang Xiao calculated, "School starts in three days."

"Have you finished your homework?" Jiang Xuelin asked with concern.

Jiang Xiao laughed, "It's done, just a stack of test papers."

Jiang Xuelin touched his head, "This grandson."

Jiang Xiao asked him: "Uncle and aunt, will they go back to your hometown with you?"

"If you don't go back, Linlin and the others think there are mosquitoes, and we don't know where they want to go to play." Jiang Xuelin said with a smile: "It just happens to be clean."

"Grandpa, why don't you come to live in the city and stay with me." Jiang Xiao kicked the gravel under his feet, "If you think the building is too high, I'll find a bungalow where you can grow vegetables .”

"No, no need." Jiang Xuelin waved his hand, "I'd rather live in my hometown, and all the neighbors know each other. Besides, it's our ancestral house, so it's not good to leave it empty."

So Jiang Xiao couldn't persuade him anymore.

Jiang Xuelin is a stubborn old man. It was useless for a group of children and grandchildren to persuade him not to go back to his hometown. In the end, he had no choice but to send him back.

The next day Jiang Xuelin just got up and walked around the yard a few times when he heard someone shaking the door outside.

"Here we come—" he shouted at the top of his voice, stepping on his cloth shoes to open the gate, and the dogs in the yard barked.

"Grandpa!" Li Bowen greeted him with a bag on his back.

"Oh, Wenwen, why are you here?" Jiang Xuelin couldn't hide the smile on his face when he was surprised.

"Jiang Er and I have come to play for two days." Li Bowen said with a smile, "Would you welcome me?"

"Welcome, of course you are welcome, you can stay for a few days if you want." Jiang Xuelin laughed loudly and looked outside the gate.

Li Bowen helped him open the door, and Jiang Xiao smiled brightly at him with his bag in his hand, "Grandpa, I'll take my classmates home to play."

"Hey, good, good!" Jiang Xuelin saw a tall boy coming down from the other side of the taxi, followed by a five or six-year-old child, and the sudden rush seemed familiar.

"Grandpa, hello, my name is Fu Qingzhou, and I'm Jiang Xiao's classmate." Fu Qingzhou handed him the gift in his hand.

Fu Zhi hid behind his brother's legs, looked around curiously, and whispered, "Grandpa is good."

"Hey, hello." Jiang Xuelin took the things, and Fu Zhi said in surprise, "Ah! It's the old man in a wheelchair!"

Jiang Xuelin looked at Fu Zhi for a long time before recognizing Fu Zhi and Fu Qingzhou, "Oh, it turned out to be you."

Fu Qingzhou briefly told Jiang Xiao about Fu Zhi getting lost in the hospital before, and Jiang Xiao listened with a smile.

It turned out that the little brother his grandfather had talked about before and called him uncle was Fu Qingzhou.

The house in my hometown is very large, with a typical courtyard layout. Pomegranate trees and bitter lotus seeds are planted in front of the door, and large clumps of roses and peonies are planted by the wall. The path paved with red bricks is covered with moss. His eyes rolled around and looked at them, as if he was going to steal the cassock in the next second. There was a slender white-haired cat lying on the steps, with narrow and drooping eyes, a silent mocking face, lazily licking its paws, Very cold.

A big fat orange cat slowly came out from the flowers, sticking sticky to Jiang Xiao's leg, with its tail upright, meowing at him.

Jiang Xiao snatched the orange cat into his arms, and asked seriously, "Porridge, why are you getting fat again?"

Fu Qingzhou, who was walking beside him, was stunned for a moment, and met the orange cat in his arms, who was almost fat like a pig, "What do you call it?"