he killed himself

Back home, my mother looked at the woman with wrinkled skin in the mirror, and suddenly felt that she was still old after all. In fact, her complexion was still good, and it didn't take too long to feel the emotion. At dinner, she drank a bowl of chicken soup stewed by Aunt Shen. I feel that the taste is quite similar to Xiao Chen's.

Since the last time we talked, Dr. Chen still stops to talk now, and doesn't give food and drinks much, so although Feng Zhen maintains some friendship with Dr. Chen, after all, there is still a lot of distance between him, "Mom, if you like it, I'm going to ask how it's done."

"No need, no need, it's not too long to drink, it's a waste."

Feng Zhen didn't like to hear these words, "Mom, why didn't you learn the spirit of grandma at all? At that time, people just took one more bite when they were old."

Feng's mother laughed out loud, her eyes were full of glances, "It's a good thing you remember them."

"I grew up with my grandmother's parents when I was a child, how could I forget it."

"That's right, I haven't forgotten. People, if they disappear in the past, I don't know how to live." Feng's mother looked at the son who had already formed. The outline of this child was not like her, nor her husband Oval face shape, very much like his grandfather, with a slightly longer face, thick and thick eyebrows, only a pair of eyes that are very similar to myself, with shallow inner eyes, and long and curled eye tails, but this child's eyes are too quiet, there is no Why are you angry, "Let's go home for Chinese New Year this year and offer incense to them. Your grandma loves you the most. Seeing that you are promising now, I must be happy."

"After the chemotherapy is over, I'll take you home." Seeing Aunt Shen smiling at them, Feng Zhen switched to Mandarin, invited her to dinner, and cooked two vegetarian dishes.

Feng Zhen is also a person who has lived by himself for a long time, and his cooking skills are good, especially the diced lotus root, which is crispy and delicious, and does not burn his heart after eating. It can be eaten for lunch and dinner.

"I knew I should do more."

"It's enough, one person can't eat much."

While washing dishes and chopsticks together, Aunt Shen asked Feng Zhen about when he would go back and whether he wanted to stay in Beijing for the New Year.

"I have no relatives or reasons in Beijing, so why would I stay here for the New Year?"

This rather white, fat and handsome auntie smiled meaningfully, "Why don't you find a partner in Beijing?" Such a funny look is very similar to that when talking to Chu Yuan, Feng Zhen regarded her as someone who was familiar with him recently Some said, "I am a southerner, and I still want to live in the south."

Both parties were joking about this, and Aunt Shen didn't really care. She soaked the old lady in a Chinese medicine bag to dispel the cold, and then asked Feng Zhen if he wanted to do salt moxibustion to relieve the cold. After learning some skills, I just need someone to try them out. "It's a rare time for you. I don't know when I will see you next time."

"Just help them." Mother Feng persuaded.

She is really a vigorous woman, Feng Zhen sat down.

"Your son's leg must have been injured before." Women and women can always talk more.

"He's been in a car accident before and hurt his leg."

"It's also pitiful." Auntie pressed the acupoints on the man's thigh with a pair of rather strong hands, felt the position of the dislocated joint, applied medicinal wine on him, rubbed it to heat up, and then applied a layer of salt moxibustion to block the place that was already a little purple. skin, "Didn't you have physical therapy for your leg?"

"He's been there for almost two years, and he missed it." Mrs. Feng leaned over to look at her son's leg. In fact, she couldn't see anything from the outside, even when the child was walking, let alone Feng Zhen. The child didn't say it was painful or itchy. Although she would buy some knee pads and warm pants for her son, she didn't think about the worst, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's nothing to adjust and adjust."

Feng Zhen still smiled flatly, and told his mother to go in and rest earlier, after all, he would go home tomorrow afternoon.

"Are you going back tomorrow?" Aunt Shen was quite surprised, and turned up the temperature of salt moxibustion, her chubby face was quite regretful, "I wanted to take you to see a doctor here, who can prescribe some medicine for you." Things are adjusted and adjusted."

Hearing this, Mother Feng also had this wish. Anyway, she has come here, and she doesn't know whether it is reliable to find a doctor by herself. It is better to try the recommendation of an acquaintance. Yes, she has established some friendship with Aunt Shen. And wechat Moments like each other.

"The day after tomorrow is the annual meeting. I have to go back and wait for the next time I come to Beijing."

So Aunt Shen gave a relatively more appropriate suggestion, "Xiao Feng, you are in Nanjing, right? The man is seeing a doctor, but I can give him a call, and I can still help you take a look. Don't rush to refuse. Your mother is most worried about you. I think you are very humid and thin, so just Go and have a look, and you won't lose a piece of meat, Mrs. Feng, do you think so?"

The two women, who had already established some kind of friendship, exchanged address and contact information, doctor's name and so on, and also set a time for seeing a doctor.

Feng Zhen looked at it and wanted to laugh a little. It's been a long time since I saw my mother relaxed like this.

The lights outside are still circulating. Compared with the warmth and warmth here, our other protagonist's place is undoubtedly too noisy.

After Zhou Chen had eaten with the elders of the second wave of the family, and listened to the nonsense about starting a family and starting a business, he was called out again by his friends here to clean up the dust. Considering that this was an opportunity to get to know the new faces recently, he did not refuse.

This year, there are some new faces in the fun circle in Beijing, such as the children from the Long family and the children from the Er family. After a round of drinking, he was a little drunk, so he got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face, and the boy from the Long family followed suit. come over.

"I heard from Grid that I met Feng Zhen today."

"Where?" After he asked, he remembered that the little grandson of the Er family should not know Feng Zhen, "Er Ya is back?"

"Sister Ya is also at Mrs. Huang's funeral."

"It looks like this," Zhou Chen wiped his face, and looked at the young man who hadn't left in the mirror with his slightly dimpled eyes, "Is there any problem?"

"Brother Chen, are you and Feng Zhen now?"

"That's it. I haven't seen him for a long time. Grid said how he is now."

"Okay."

"It's pretty good," the man's indifference is unacceptable to a young man in his 20s. This young man has seen too many of them get along, so he knows what a good love should look like. Now facing the situation of these two people, I couldn't help sighing and a little bit of anger in my heart, "He saved you with his life."

"I didn't ask him to save me." The man was already mature, his voice was cold and unfeeling, he patted the young man on the shoulder, regardless of the disappointed or even unbelievable expression, like a mature and promising adult, "Long Xiao , as long as you study hard now, there is no need to worry too much about Brother Chen."

As for Feng Zhen, this is mine, and I want you outsiders to worry about it.

Zhou Chen left the house vertically and came back horizontally.

It was Long Xiao and Zhang Kun who helped to bring it back. The two of them didn't enter the door. They sent it to the Zhou family's guards at the door. They greeted Zhou Yuyang and left.

Zhou Yuyang was afraid of Zhou Chen's two slaps, so the surprised guards let him in.

Seeing that his nephew was so drunk, his face was still flushed, and he didn't know who had beaten him, Mrs. Zhou quickly arranged for someone to make some hangover soup, and tried to see if the child had a fever, and checked for other injuries, " Li Wei, call Aunt Shen and ask how she did it, Xiao Zhou, Xiao Zhou called Dr. Chen to come over, or bring over some alcohol first, Xiao An suffered from alcohol poisoning last time, so you have to be more careful this time, Yangyang, don't run upstairs, don't go to live in the west city tonight, if there is anything wrong with Xiaoan tonight, there will be someone to take care of you, really, Li Wei, have you finished the call? Mom also give me a call, but I have to talk about it."

The eldest lady caught a glimpse of her son who was standing aside and was busy picking up his mobile phone, and she became angry again, "You are the one who gave Xiao An those bad habits. When he was studying abroad, how could he do this?" thing."

Zhou Yuyang: Who is your real son!

"Mom, Xiao An is not a child." Having said that, Zhou Yuyang went up to change Zhou Chen's clothes with the servant, caught a glimpse of the rather ugly scar on the man's waist, and reminded the servant to move gently. There are injuries.

After the servant finished tormenting Zhou Chen, he asked someone to build a small bed beside him, especially far away from the big bed.

My younger brother looks like a human right now after drinking, but it's hard to say what will happen in the middle of the night.

Sure enough, Zhou Yuyang was almost awakened by the rustling.

I only heard the younger brother talking nonsense in the middle of the night, so I poured him the medicine prescribed by Dr. Chen, and finally survived until two or three o'clock in the morning, this kid got up again and said he needed to go to the toilet. He stood up and swayed his pants to pee.

Fortunately, there is a bathroom in this room, so it is convenient to send it there, so I hurriedly carried it over, but the little boy had finished urinating, and before washing his hands, he suddenly hugged himself, "Don't go."

"Don't go, don't go."

"I'm sorry."

"Say it to his face."

"I'll give you whatever you want."

It's done, Zhou Yuyang pushed him to stand up, and his voice was quite gentle, "Give me the land in Binhai, Tianjin."

So people didn't respond.

I rely on!Zhou Yuyang directly picked up this bastard thing by the waist, threw it on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and looked at his younger brother who didn't know what to say, and couldn't help stepping on his feet, what a fucking fool.

About Feng Zhen, Zhou Yuyang's impression still stays at a longer time, probably around the beginning of five or six years when Zhou Chen officially came out to his family, and it was quite a big deal. He thought he was some son or a peerless beauty, but he didn't expect to bring him. An ordinary big boy came back.That young man was actually quite young, but facing the coercion and temptation of the old man of the Zhou family, he was neither humble nor overbearing, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry. He looked at his slender body without trembling in his voice, guarding what he thought was right, watching It is also a child of a well-educated family.

So after a month of disgust and protest, the old man found that he and this boy had similar views on Chinese Tai Chi and some battles, so he didn't give people cold faces. After all, what kind of virtue is his grandson? May not be clear.

In fact, at that time Zhou Yuyang felt that Feng was really a fool, and of course he also felt that his younger brother was not a good guy. Although he and Zhou Chen are not biological brothers, they are now separated by a 7-hour drive from South Beijing to Beijing, but they grew up in the same house when they were young. .They all have relatively harsh aesthetics, and they are also harsh selfishness. They have the same pair of seemingly affectionate and pure eyes, so they have learned to rely on their own shapes and characteristics to win trust and attention since they were young.

Therefore, the wicked brother looked at his wicked brother and Feng Zhen's eyes, and knew that this thing was not playing for real, but that he needed someone to help him relax a little, and then fight for more freedom.

At that time, Feng Zhen was the only one who was serious—everyone knew, everyone was watching his serious performance, but no one told him it was a joke.

So he always felt that it was a good thing that Feng Zhen had forgotten those bad things before.

"Ah Zhen." In the quiet night, the call sounded like a faint whine.

It's just that this time, being an older brother, he didn't kick his younger brother. Instead, he spit out a reality like a demon, "He won't come back, he would rather die than see you again."

Everything he said was true, but he didn't know how much this bastard could listen to.

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