flammable relationship

On the weekend of the next day, without going to school, Fu Yiheng woke up naturally after a good night's sleep. After washing, he lazily walked out of the bedroom rubbing his fluffy hair.

Mr. Fu was lying on a rattan chair reading a newspaper wearing presbyopic glasses, with a pot of hot tea and an old-fashioned red radio in hand.

There was a storytelling on the radio, and when the gavel fell, it was about the robed book "The Legend of Yue Fei". At this moment, General Yue was being tattooed by his old mother.

An old-fashioned tube building with three bedrooms and one living room, and a balcony was included when the housing was planned for the economy.The interior decoration is outdated 20 years ago. The sofa is covered with a floral dust cover, the refrigerator door has hooks, and there are faded calendars that are more than a year old. There is a long giant glass photo frame on the wall opposite the TV. , there are many photos in it, black and white, color, family portraits, wedding photos, graduation photos, everything is available.

These furniture are old guys that have been used for many years and are on the verge of being eliminated. They stand silently, exuding the slow taste of time.

Fu Yiheng went to the kitchen and took out a bowl of millet porridge cooked earlier in the morning. He sat down at the dining table, sprinkled sugar into the porridge, and asked, "Dad, where is Mom?"

Children in the world probably have nothing to say when they meet their father. They either ask where their mother is or when they will come back.

The old man didn't even lift his eyelids, and snorted through his nose: "I'm wandering outside."

"It's winter, and her old man is also in good spirits."

"Isn't that right? You can suffocate a person in the room." The old man turned up the voice of Pingshu, shook the newspaper and began to scold, "You don't want to come without notifying in advance, and you sneak in at night, so that your mother can't sleep in the morning." When I entered the room to clean up, I saw a person who almost had a heart attack. After being frightened, I hurried to buy vegetables. I made this soup and that soup for you. There was no rest in the morning. Hey! You should eat less sweet things , look back and grow old like your mother, this tall and that tall."

Fu Yiheng stopped resentfully, and took a spoon to stir in the bowl: "I just sent someone home at night, and he happened to live near here. He came here and didn't bother to go back and forth, so he came to stay for a night. Mom, really, whatever Just eat something, I am flattered that the whole thing is so motivating."

"Isn't this a rare visitor?" The old man was annoyed.

Fu Yiheng pretended not to hear, and concentrated on drinking porridge.

During this period of time, the third-party exams for senior high school continued. Weekly exams and monthly exams were tested. Keep pushing back.

"Isn't winter vacation two months away?" Mr. Fu couldn't help but feel a little guilty, with a shy smile on his face. Don't make me annoyed."

"You can't hate anyone, you can't hate your son. I wish you could live at home every day, and you won't be able to get a wife anyway. If you don't have a woman, you don't have to worry about the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law!"

Qin Fangfei came back in a hurry with a cloth bag in her hand. Her slightly chubby figure was wrapped in a bright red down jacket, which looked extraordinarily bloated. The instant noodle hair dyed with the wind a while ago was blown in all directions by the cold wind. Blush, the whole person looks very festive.

"You always say that. After I live for a week, you start to yell and drive people out, saying that I disturb your and dad's retirement life." Fu Yiheng was happy when he saw her, and used Ms. Qin's bluffing voice as a cover , Quietly scooped two spoonfuls of sugar into the bowl.

Unfortunately, the little trick was seen by the old man.

The old man raised his eyes and stared through the reading glasses. The tiger was still majestic without its teeth. Fu Yiheng curled his lips and obediently pushed the sugar jar away.

Qin Fangfei took fruit out of the cloth bag, and kicked his wife's elbow: "If he wants to eat, you can let him eat it. If you can manage it from the first day of junior high school, you can manage it until the fifteenth day? Listen to your mother-in-law's tattooing."

"It's the tattoo of the mother-in-law! Yue Fei's mother! Not the mother-in-law..."

"All right, all right, Yue Fei's old mother."

"..."

Fu Yiheng laughed so hard that he almost slipped off the chair.

The combination of Fu Yiheng's parents is a cross-border mashup.

The old man is knowledgeable and from a wealthy family. He has been a university professor all his life, and until now he is retired, and he is always invited to attend academic discussions in some reading clubs and research groups.Scholars in that era had a common problem, they were used to putting on airs, and they had a sour smell.I am usually very clear-minded, and I don’t know how to swear. I write a few pages of family letters and put them on your bedside. After reading the whole article, although there is no excessive words, I just feel that I have been taught a lesson.

No one expected that such a gentleman, who has been single for more than [-] years, fell in love with a young woman who dropped out of junior high school and stayed at home.

Qin Fangfei has never read a few decent tomes in her life, and she has never even touched the edges of the Four Great Classics, but she can vividly tell little Fu Yiheng one hundred and eight chapters a day as a bedtime story Listen, it can also be polished and adapted, and these green forest heroes are full of childishness.She is enthusiastic, cheerful, lively and talkative. Compared with her husband who is unsmiling all day long, she is much more popular. Her sisters and sisters can stand up to a whole street.

When he was young, Professor Fu scolded others and quoted scriptures. Qin Fangfei was illiterate and could not understand. When she got older, the situation was reversed. The old man was old-fashioned and didn’t like surfing the Internet, but Ms. Qin liked to follow the new trend, and from time to time, an Internet craze popped up. Words, it was the old man's turn to open his mouth in confusion.

So Fu Yiheng wondered since he was a child, whether his parents never quarreled because of the language barrier, so they couldn't quarrel at all.

While having lunch, Ms. Qin scratched her head and asked, "Well... ouch, look at my memory, I forgot his name, son, it's your little boyfriend, why did you go back to China? Show me."

Fu Yiheng's chopsticks paused for a moment, and he replied simply and clearly: "It's divided."

separated?Isn't it all good for three years? !

Qin Fangfei and her husband looked at each other, concealing their surprise, tacitly chose to remain silent for the grilled rice and the sandwiched vegetables, without asking when or why they were divided.

Regarding the matter of marriage, the two elders have always cared little. Even when their son came out to them in college, he closed the door and calmed down for half a month before accepting it.

Professor Fu is a professor after all, why haven't you seen such a big storm?I have heard about the gay rights movement abroad to some extent, and I am sad and sad, but there is no problem of understanding.As for Ms. Qin, it's easier to handle, no matter whether he likes a man or a woman who has a lot of money, he just likes to live with a piece of wooden stake, the son is still her son, can he put it back and be reborn or what?

In the afternoon, Fu Yiheng had a full meal and chatted with Zhou Ao, listening to the other party drooling, roaring like thunder, fancy sex with his ex-boyfriend, his heart was peaceful and even a little bit like laughing, but in the end he was blackmailed for a meal, and the incident came to a successful conclusion.

"In the future, you can be more careful when you look at people, little brother." Zhou Ao sighed.

"Don't talk about me, we are the same, don't ridicule anyone." Fu Yiheng shook his head, "I don't know who was drunk and called in the middle of the night last time, crying, and what to say? Went home to marry a wife and have children.”

Zhou Ao was poked in the foot, scolded his mother, and hung up the phone.

Stabbing people on the phone doesn't count, Fu Yiheng opened WeChat and found Zhou Ao, sent an emoji of "If you want to live a decent life, you must have a little green on your head", and continued to whip the corpse.

Zhou Ao couldn't hold his breath, and responded with a picture of "difficult brothers hugging each other and crying".

So the two happily fought the picture, and finally drew a truce symbol with Mr. Fu's words, "I'm going to accept the baptism of knowledge".

The sun is rare in winter, and today is not as cold as it was a few days ago. Fu Yiheng simply got up from his weak bones, moved out the old bicycle hanging on the wall, wiped the dust with a rag, and rode to the old bicycle on the corner of the next street. The bookstore scours for books.

The name of the bookstore is "Milan".

It has been open there since Fu Yiheng can remember. After so many years, after several rounds of renovation and expansion, it has now become a time-honored brand that bears the memories of countless people.The owner of the shop is a little Buddhist old man who doesn't show up often. He is low-key but has great skills. He can always search for unpopular books from everywhere, and most of them are translations of foreign literature by not-so-famous authors.The books in the store can be bought or rented, and even if you can’t afford to rent them, no one will rush you to read them for free in the store.

When Fu Yiheng was a child, he spent most of his extra-curricular time here, but when he grew up and walked out of this old city, he gradually stopped coming.

The bike hasn’t been on the road for too long, and I didn’t remember to oil it before going out. At this moment, the rusty chain makes a rough creaking sound with the rolling of the tires.Fu Yiheng heaved a sigh of relief as he rode to the door of the bookstore with trepidation, but the brakes at the end became the last straw that broke the camel's back, breaking the fragile chain.

Fu Yiheng grimaced, bent over to examine, stood up and pushed two steps, the chain dragged white marks on the concrete floor dejectedly.Mr. Fu is not a mechanical major, so he was at a loss what to do, so he had to put the car lock on the trunk of the pine tree in front of the shop.

"Hey, fat boy, this is the last can, don't come back after you finish eating."

A familiar voice came from behind, and Fu Yiheng turned around.

The man squatted on the ground, with two long arms propped on his knees and stretched forward, with a cigarette between his fingers, jeans and a thin sweater, and a brown coffee-colored neck apron. At his feet was an ugly tabby cat. Meow, meow, rubbing against his calf, rubbing for a while, lowering his head to eat canned food for a while, rubbing while eating, getting too tired.

The man seemed a little indifferent, and he didn't reach out to the cat that was trying so hard to rub its legs to pet it.

Fu Yiheng recognized that the cat was someone's WeChat avatar, but this was not the focus of Fu Yiheng's attention. His eyes were all focused on the person squatting with his back to him.

Because of the posture, the skin on the back of the man was exposed to the light of the sky, revealing a small section of horrifying crimson scar. The surface of the scar is uneven and wrinkled, stretching across the waist and extending upward into the clothes. Fu Yiheng squinted his eyes to focus , deduced that it was the marks left after the severe burns healed.

After half a cigarette, Mr. Fu called for someone.

"Wei Ran."

The man stood up awkwardly, turned around, saw the person standing by the tree clearly, surprise flashed in his eyes, he flicked the cigarette butt away, and walked over: "Why are you here?"

Coincidentally, Fu Yiheng also wanted to ask this question. He looked down and saw the words "Milan Bookstore" printed on Wei Ran's apron, and raised his eyebrows: "New job?"

Sensing his gaze, Wei Ran awkwardly tugged at the small flower embroidered on the apron. There was a wooden name tag hanging on the small flower, and the name seemed to be a girl.

"No." Wei Ran explained, "My friend has something to do today, so I'll take care of the store for a while."

The author has something to say: Teacher Fu's good personality is also related to his original family~

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