lover relationship

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It's not easy to hold a big man by the waist, the weight of the skeleton is right there. Sang Ye and Lin Wei are as tall as Lin Wei, and they are not thin. On the contrary, Sang Ye pays attention to exercise. After all, he is a coquettish attack. Only he holds others' share.

Lin Wei hesitated for several minutes between "throw him into the guest room" and "just sleep like this", staring at Sang Ye's sleeping face motionless, finally heaved a sigh of relief and chose the latter.

But soon Lin Wei realized that this was an extremely wrong decision.

He didn't expect that Sang Ye couldn't even sleep well, he turned around in a daze, and wanted to hug him to sleep like a child. Lin Wei's sleep was light, and he would wake up when Sang Ye moved, with the tip of his nose against Sang Ye's chest, feeling like he was looking for him. A father with dementia.

After pushing away Sang Ye's hand again and again, he still got tired of it. Lin Wei stretched out his hand to hug him, but he still refused. In his sleep, he wanted to push his hands to compete with him. Lin Wei suppressed the mania in his heart, lifted the quilt and hugged Sang Ye horizontally .

This movement was a bit big, Sang Ye finally woke up in a daze, and startled himself: "What are you doing?"

Lin Wei ignored him, kicked open the door of the second bedroom and threw him on the bed, goodbye.

Sang Ye was thrown dizzy by him. He didn't like to be woken up while sleeping, but now he cursed directly: "Lin Wei, you must be sick!"

Lin Wei ignored him, and really ignored his temper. He also hated the feeling of not being able to sleep well, so he closed the door and left.

Sang Ye sat on the bed in a daze for a while, and finally couldn't bear the sleepiness, cursed "Fuck", nestled in a nest of pillows, smashed his head on it and fell asleep.

When walking through the living room, Lin Wei stepped on their messy clothes. He didn't turn on the light, and the fabric on his feet couldn't tell who belonged to them. Those breaths echoed in the silence of the night, and the places he touched when he was emotional were all there. hot.

Lin Wei stood in front of the master bedroom door and turned his head once, looking at the door he had closed for Sang Ye, wondering what he was looking at.

Unsuccessful battles and unresolved passions messed up the night.

Sang Ye had a dream of Dao Wuhen, the warm wind disappeared, a thin layer of ice formed on the surface of the water, and his toes were cold, and ripples under the ice could be seen with every step.

There is a beautiful woman lying on the bottom of the water. If the sky can enter the water, you will be amazed by her appearance.

But the bottom of the water is dull and light blue.

She is beautiful, smiling softly, closing her eyes softly, wearing a plain cotton skirt, holding a bouquet in her hand.

Sang Ye looked down at her, he was too far away from her, the distance between life and death.

The bubbles at the bottom of the water are very small, and they float up slowly, carrying a piece of white rose petals with them.

Sang Ye only wore a pair of thin and loose trousers, barefoot, and squatted down, trying to touch the flawless petal through the thin layer of ice.

Its touch should be as smooth as silk, and the texture of the petals is full of emotional whispers.

Sang Ye's fingertips were only a few millimeters away from the petals, but he heard someone calling him: "Sang Ye."

It seems to come from far away.

The thought of awakening touched him, taking him away from his mother and taking him to the world he was too tired to deal with.

He doesn't want to go.

He heard the voice approaching again, calling his name: "Sang Ye!"

Sang Ye realized that his hair was turning into wind and smoke, and he was about to disappear!

He tried his best to touch the petal with his fingertips!

"Sangye!"

He was blown up by the wind, and at that moment he was so thin and drifting away, that white rose burned into red, fierce red under his force!He boiled the boundless water, turned the ice water into a raging fire, burned the woman's plain white skirt into a fiery red color, and burned the white rose bouquet in her hand into red roses, and finally turned into a bouquet of ashes!

"Sangye! Wake up!"

Sang Ye suddenly opened his eyes!Like a drowning person suddenly breathing in air, the big mouthful of breath made his head ache.

Lin Wei stared at him for a while, then reached out to touch his forehead.

Sang Ye was still in a daze, he hadn't dreamed of his mother for a long time.

A belated thirst came from my throat, and my arms were sore and numb. Only then did I realize that I was sleeping on my stomach, with the quilt on my waist, revealing a large area of ​​my back, and my feet were exposed, showing a section of my calf. .

After touching his forehead, Lin Wei said nothing, got up and closed the window.

Presumably it was the cool autumn night that made him have a bad dream.

Lin Wei frowned, he was not very good at taking care of others, and when he came to wake Sang Ye up, he found that he was a little dizzy, with cold sweat all over his head, and he was still muttering "no".

Closing Chenfeng out of the window, the room was a little warmer, Sang Ye woke up, raised his hand to wipe his face, only to find that the corners of his eyes were moist, but fortunately, Lin Wei went to close the window, leaving him a face.

He sat on the edge of the bed, touched his phone and checked the time, it was only five o'clock in the morning.

When I opened my voice, my hoarseness was a little painful, as if I hadn't spoken for a long time, my throat was stuck and I was about to tear it off now.

"...You are sick, you called me so early." Sang Ye's face was filled with irritability and resentment, some were upset about being woken up, and some were covered with a fragile disguise on his face.

Lin Wei came over and rubbed the back of his head, touched the sweat on his hands, looked at Sang Ye with disgust, and then went to wash his hands.

Sang Ye was only wearing a pair of loose cropped trousers with bare ankles, he didn't care, went to the bathroom and took a towel, ready to take a shower.

Lin Wei also washes his hands step by step, rubbing the back of his hands, fingers and fingers, carefully not missing a single bit.

"The sweat on my head is not snot." Sang Ye stared at him and said, "I don't know, I thought you were infected with the virus. What, are you going to become a zombie?"

Lin Wei ignored him and said, "Leave early, or Xu Qing will find out."

It was only then that Sang Ye remembered that they "eloped" last night, avoiding Xu Qing and sneaking away, and they also agreed to go back early this morning to avoid being discovered by Xu Qing.

Lin Wei has already tidied himself up, dressed in a serious manner, cold and abstinent.

Sano hummed.

He didn't wake up, and when he was lying on Lin Wei's car, he squinted his eyes and didn't want to sleep.

The autumn morning fog was getting thicker in the suburbs. Lin Wei drove very well, and the road was smooth, and he could see the thin hotel at the foot of Mianshan Mountain from a distance.

Slowly stopping the car, Sang Ye looked at the green onions on the mountain, and suddenly said: "Go up the mountain, I want to go up the mountain."

Lin Wei glanced at him, didn't say much, and continued to drive past the hotel at the foot of the mountain.

The Diaoyutai is very clean under the cover of mountain mist, and the morning in the mountains is even cooler, icy and cold, as if the morning dew is about to form autumn frost.

The water is still, the flow is silent, and the water is wide, extending down the dipped steps into the mist.

Sang Ye tried the water temperature, shivering from the cold, he was not wearing thick clothes.

The stone benches where they sat side by side yesterday were covered with cold mist, and there was nowhere to sit.

Standing behind him, Lin Wei seemed to be afraid that his head would fall into the water, touched a cigarette, and the sparks on the cigarette seemed to be wet.

"Have a nightmare?" Lin Wei asked him.

Sang Ye stood side by side with him, looked at the cigarette in his hand, and looked at Lin Wei's eyes.

Lin Wei calmly brought the cigarette to his lips, and gave him a puff. In the smoke from Sang Ye, Lin Wei took the cigarette back and smoked it himself.

"It's not a nightmare," Sang Ye said, "It's strangely cold."

Lin Wei's voice was very light: "Well, autumn."

Sang Ye moved closer to him, Lin Wei thought he was still addicted to cigarettes, before handing it over again, Sang Ye hugged him and pressed his lips to him, kissing.

The sparks flickered, held between Lin Yu's fingers, and burned to the end, turning the shredded tobacco into ashes. When the light wind came, the soot fell like dead leaves falling from the branches.

There is morning dew on the tip of the tongue, and the nectar-gathering flower insect carefully touched it with its tentacles, and then hugged the drop of dew into its arms, piercing through the tension of the liquid with its mouthparts, and sucking the honey, the cool taste is very light, like rock sugar .

This kiss is as light as sweet bean curd.

In the end, Sang Ye and Lin Wei held their foreheads to breathe, and Sang Ye thought that his love "has come again".

He has loved many people, all kinds of different people.

Lin Wei is quite special among them, he is different from those lovers that Sang Ye had dated abroad.

There is a reserved beauty in his body, introverted, sensitive, but not fragile.

Sang Ye hugged and kissed him, fascinated by his beauty.

Lin Wei's subtlety is not like the lilac in the clingy drizzle, the fragrance of the flower is lingering in the clingy night and clingy morning.

Only chicks chirp and chirp, Lin Wei is very mature, he is too light, so light that it is cold, like a dark fragrance in winter.

Even after accepting an emotional kiss, Lin Wei's expression only showed slight fluctuations.

After the kiss, Lin Wei's lips turned red, and his complexion was fair. It looked like he had kissed a red rose between his teeth.

There was a voice on the mountain path, and Sang Ye dragged Lin Zhen into the woods.

Several boatmen passed by singing fisherman's songs, but they didn't find them.

The sound of the minor tune went away, and there were two turns of bamboo in the woods, and they were hiding behind the dense bamboo forest.

The evergreen bamboo leaves fluttered down, and it was a little painful to scrape the skin.

Sang Ye put his arms around Lin Wei and leaned on his shoulder for a while, but he still didn't wake up.

The moment of sunrise had passed long ago, and the chilly sunlight gradually warmed up, dispelling several layers of mist in the forest.

Clusters of green bamboos and tall plane trees cover the sky, only sporadic sunlight streaming down, and the Tyndall effect turns the floating mist into tens of thousands of flying little elves.

They lost their words, and the thin voice would spoil a quiet, sleepy morning.

It's really cold in autumn, Sang Ye tightened his arms, Lin Wei's body was very hot, his fragile throat and throbbing pulse were on the side of his face, Sang Ye was very bloodthirsty, so he froze for a moment and then imprinted the kiss on him neck side.

The soft skin made people want to have canine teeth to pierce him and tremble, Sang Ye pecked and bit down, Lin Wei pushed him away with a soft snort.

Sang Ye looked at him provocatively.

Lin Wei was still calm, he squinted his eyes and observed for a while and said, "You are really clingy."

Sang Ye glanced at him: "Don't like it?"

"I don't like it very much." Lin Wei said.

This is the advantage of lovers, they don't have the trouble of guessing each other, they don't need to be patient, they each find the most comfortable posture, and they don't need to hide.

"Okay." Sang Ye pressed his eyes on his shoulder.

Lin Wei thought that he was somewhat unhappy, so he reached out and patted his back.

"... sleepy." Sang Ye narrowed his eyes, their sleeves were somewhat wet by the morning mist.Sang Ye rubbed his eyes, stood up straight and said energetically, "I want to eat sweet bean curd!"

When going down the mountain, the car left the green tree shade behind the road, and the sun stretched its waist and stretched its muscles and bones, and it became brilliant.

Sang Yewo yawned several times in the co-pilot, squinted his eyes and opened the car window a little, and leaned against the window to blow the thin wind.

In fact, his forehead looks better when exposed, Lin Wei thought after glancing at him a few times.

From time to time, the wind blew a handful of hair on his forehead, exposing his forehead, and the boy could be seen faintly.

Sang Ye loves to laugh too much. When he smiles cleanly, he really looks like a young man, without any traces of mundane filth, very clean.

Lin Wei thought of the smile that fascinated him yesterday, and thought it was not bad.

Except sex.

In this regard, they didn't match the dice, which made Lin Wei feel unsatisfied, but he actually didn't have high requirements for his lover.

Be well-behaved, sensible, and obedient, don't cause trouble for him, go there when you think of it, and keep it when you don't think of it, that's good.

Lin Wei used to prefer young people in their early twenties. The emotions of young people are just like what Sang Ye said-"warm, rich, dedicated, stupid and moving", easy to control.It's too easy to know what they want, too easy to give and too easy to walk away, you can hold them all, you can play them around.

Lin Wei doesn't like to play tricks, but he likes everything he can control.

Although it has become more and more boring since then, because it is too easy to obtain and too simple to grasp, there is no sense of accomplishment.

And the young man is too clingy, he is annoying.

Crying and indecision are incompatible with Mr. OCD's obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He is annoying.

Just when life was boring, she jumped into a mulberry field. Nightingale was so cheerful, cheerful, and moving. She had the presumptuous exaggeration of a young man, and she was also a "young talent" who was rational and mature inside and would not procrastinate.

Lin Wei wanted to keep the nightingale in a cage. He wanted to raise a proud bird that was trapped by him without breaking its wings.

Lin Wei glanced at the window and closed it.

Sang Ye looked at him dissatisfied: "What's wrong?"

"I'll catch a cold." Lin Wei closed the door of the cage.

Sang Ye shrugged, okay, Boss Lin is quite considerate and looks like a good wife.

The thinking of the two of them is not on the same plane at all.

When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, Lin Wei just received a message from Xu Qing. Xu Qing's WeChat nickname is Xu Qing.

Xu Qing: Are you awake?

Lin Wei was half a step behind Sang Ye and followed him to the bean curd stand, replying to him.

Lin: Sang Ye and I came to buy bean curds.

Lin: Do you want it?

Xu Qing: Woke up really early (surprised) (surprised)

Xu Qing: Farewell, I'm going to eat something fresh and hot (laughing), wait for me.

As soon as Lin Wei sent the word "good", he found a head approaching him.Sang Ye looked at the conversation between the two of them, and laughed at Xu Qing, saying: "Director Xu and Counselor Xu are worthy of being a good socialist young man with good roots. This little emoticon is as useful as a 60-year-old aunt."

It is not very polite to spy on the screen. Even if they have the will to develop into a lover relationship, such a thing is still quite out of line.

Lin Wei frowned.

Sang Ye looked at him with a smile: "Sorry." He was eating the sweet corn he just bought in his hand.

He eats elegantly, and he looks good eating corn.

Sang Ye: "I don't know if you will eat this kind, fruit corn, crispy, I like it very much. Do you want it? If you want it, you can buy it yourself."

Lin Wei felt that it was novel, if it was a normal relationship, there was nothing wrong with Sang Ye saying this, but his past lovers were very keen on the contribution of every corner, after all, not all young people are like him and Sang Ye. "Young talents", most of them have limited financial resources, material resources and manpower, so they can only start from a small place to be caring people.

To replace the previous ones, probably the little lovers will rush to buy him sweet corn, and ask him with bright eyes: "Brother Lin, do you want to eat?"

Then Lin Wei said to them: "I don't eat sweets, thank you."

Most of those children would pout their mouths: "This is what they want... you can try it, just take a bite?"

Lin Wei, the bastard, would smile and think: Fuck you.Then say "no" nonchalantly.

"I don't eat sweets either," Sang Ye answered, "It's greasy."

Indeed, the corn in Sangye's hand was only marked by two or three bites.

Lin Wei: "Then what are you buying it for?"

"Buy it to eat," Sang Yechi said with a smile, "I liked sweets when I was a child. Sweet corn, sweet bean curd, and later I like sandwich candy, chocolate, and cream cake."

Taste changes have both regional and personal factors. Desserts in foreign countries are more abundant, but Sang Ye said that he doesn't like sweets, and there is something unusual behind this, but Lin Wei didn't ask.

Sang Ye shrugged: "If you eat too much, you will get tired."

But when they walked to Granny Liu's bean curd stall, Sang Ye still ordered a sweet bean curd.

When Granny Liu was young, she was a famous bean curd Xishi here. When she got old, her body became rickety, but she had a red face and a good complexion. No one here called her Granny Liu, but Auntie Liu, Auntie Liu It's almost 80 years old.

On the left and right sides of the bucket of tofu curd, one end picks tofu and the other picks up salty juice. A large bag of sugar hangs on the side of the load, and a stack of large blue and white bowls next to the hot bucket.Granny Liu was a little surprised to see the two of them coming to buy bean curds early in the morning. After all, the village at the foot of Mianshan Mountain is small, and the neighbors could immediately recognize that these two were not "myself".

Granny Liu was surprised for a while, when the villagers sitting next to her said something to Granny Liu, but Sang Ye and Lin Wei didn't understand, Granny Liu smiled and said to them, "The cub is so handsome."

Sang Ye understood this sentence. The boatman praised them in the same way yesterday. Xu Qing explained it at the time, meaning "Young people are so beautiful."

Sang Ye smiled generously at her: "Thank you, Auntie, for complimenting me."

Granny Liu smiled shyly, twirling her hands at the corners of her clothes. The middle-aged people next to her also came to eat tofu curds. They sat casually on the stool, nodded cordially to the two of them, and then talked to Grandma Liu.

Sang Ye couldn't understand the dialect they communicated with. Lin Wei could probably understand a sentence or two.But judging from the simple smiles of the local people, they were all well-intentioned. Sang Ye nodded indiscriminately as he listened, and in the rhythm, five could match three.

The small stall is built on the corner of the alley with composite boards, crowded together with the messy corn steamer, steamed steamed buns, rice dumplings and rice noodles. , was dyed by the smoke from the steamer, steamer, soup pot and frying pan, warm and comfortable.

There are a few people sitting scattered on three or two benches in the stall. Some villagers just stand when they have no place to sit.

Sang Ye and Granny Liu gesticulated for a long time, and ordered a bowl of sweet bean curd, but they couldn't tell the money, so they figured out how much it cost by gesticulating with their fingers. The southern dialect is too difficult, and it's more tongue-twisting than French.

Lin Wei also wanted a bowl of salted bean curd, and Granny Liu scooped up the bean curd for the two of them. The big bowl was bigger than Sang Ye's face, but the blue and white flowers on it were very beautiful, revealing the haunting elegance of the Jiangnan water town, and a white bean curd. Porcelain spoon, a large piece of bean curd was scooped up by Granny Liu's big pot spoon, and it was shaken in a blue and white bowl with a white background.

Granny Liu brought them tofu curds, but there was no place to sit in the small stall, and Sang Ye and Lin Wei didn't plan to sit, they both wanted to go to the car to eat.

But Granny Liu was too enthusiastic, she clapped her hands in frustration, and repeated her greeting to Sang Ye several times before Sang Ye heard the sentence "Don't go, baby".

Then Granny Liu walked like flying, borrowed a bench from the house next door and copied it.

Sang Ye was startled, the old lady is in excellent health.

The villagers next to her hurried forward to help her get a stool, and they all greeted the two of them to sit down, and even gave up a table.

The wooden table is permeated with the aroma of salty bean curd soup, and the table is wiped clean.

"You can eat here if you don't get back in the car," Sang Yepi said with a smile, "It won't make your car smell, Mr. OCD will probably jump."

Lin Wei is not used to the enthusiasm of the villagers: "No, it's quiet in the car."

"It's better to be lively than to be lively, what are you afraid of!" Sang Ye laughed at him, while eating tofu curd, the white sugar melted on the bean curd and gradually became transparent. It comes out, and it smells very nice together with the warm scent of white sugar.

That is the sweetness of life.

Sang Ye thought of him when he was a child.

He doesn't like to eat rice noodles, because it is not sweet, he likes to eat sweet bean curd.

But when I was a child, there was no one near my home, and the alley with sweet bean curd was the opposite of the road to the primary school.

At that time, Sang Qin was still teaching at the school, riding a [-] big stick, and took his son to a detour to eat sweet bean curd, a Wuyi bowl with one piece of sugar at the bottom of the bowl and one piece of sugar on the top.

Xiao Sangye recommended it to his father many times: "Dad, try a bowl too!"

Mr. Sang Qin frowned and said: "You can eat, I won't eat, dad is not hungry, he doesn't like breakfast."

Sang Ye didn't quite believe it, he was impatient and the little boy was always hungry.

The bean curd made by that family is even more fragrant than that made by Granny Liu. It is also a large bowl with blue and white background. Suhe likes to use this kind of bowl here.

So Sang Ye always left the bottom of the bowl, the white sugar sank underneath, and the bean curd at the bottom of the bowl was the sweetest, and then he pushed the bowl: "I can't eat any more!"

Sang Qin was still a young and elegant Confucian student at that time, and he was always taught not to waste food. Sang Ye shook his head stubbornly, and gave up all the sweets at the bottom of the bowl to his father.

Sang Qin always sighed and shook his head, as if he felt that his son was not good for teaching, so he finished the bean curd, and then sent him to school.

It was hot in summer at that time, and the little Sangye couldn't forget seeing his father's wet back on the back seat of the bicycle, and he couldn't forget his father's always frowning and unable to open his brows.

Tired of running.

On the second floor of the faculty dormitory, when Sang Ye came home with his schoolbag on his back, he could always see his fair-skinned and beautiful mother standing at the door waiting for him.She is always smiling, like a white lily in the valley.

A small house, a small home, one bedroom, one living room, one bench, one desk and one wall of books, she was overwhelmed by the translation work piled up with desks and chairs, and her singing voice came out from the pile of books, as beautiful as a bird. A pampered canary in a cage.

When he was a child, Sang Ye never saw his mother and father quarreling, never once, that beautiful woman always smiled and looked at the father and son with crooked eyes, as if they were the most precious treasures in the world.

It was also a wooden dining table, a bit like the one where he ate bean curd now, and it was soaked in the fragrance of rice, oil and salt.His mother has a pair of skillful hands and cooks very delicious food. The brothers from the Fu family next door often bring vegetables to his house for dinner, because the mother Fu of the Fu family can always cook through the kitchen.

Sang Ye is proud. He has been as proud as a bird since he was a child, because his mother cooks delicious food, and because his mother told him: "Aye, when you grow up, you will become as powerful as your father!"

At that time, Sang Qin was doing a series of studies on ancient literature in school, and had published many books. Sang Qin would borrow many beautiful classical comics for him to read and tell him the stories in the paintings. Gradually, Sang Ye could also read.

But life is too difficult.

One night in the fifth grade of elementary school, Sang Ye got up to go to the bathroom at night, and saw no one on the big bed next to him, he was startled, walked to the door lightly, and heard his father in the living room say: "It's too hard for you to follow me, why don't I Thinking about it, you still, you still go back to see your father?"

His mother didn't speak, and seemed to shake her head.

Sang Qin was also silent, and it took a while to make up his mind to say: "I want to resign and work hard in Guangzhou."

"Are you alone?" Sang Ye's mother was a little surprised, "I am worried about you being alone. Why did you resign? It's not too difficult for us now, and it will get better and better in the future."

"Ah Ye is going to grow up slowly, going to junior high school, high school, and university. You don't need to spend money on anything in life. I think our family can live a better life. In the future, Ah Ye won't have to work so hard, and I can hold my head up in front of your father. Come." Sang Qin grabbed his wife's hand, she had calluses on her hand, which was completely different from the tenderness of a girl, but Sang Qin didn't seem to notice, he was just worried.

Sang Qin sighed: "Doing research...how much money can you make by doing research!"

At that time, Sang Ye still couldn't understand their conversation, and only remembered a few sentences.

His mother said softly: "That is your ideal after all, how can you just give up like this? I still hope that you can do what you like to do."

Sang Qin frowned and seemed to be a little angry: "Ideals can't be eaten!"

Sang Qin finally resigned and left. When he left, he didn't even say much to his son, but told him to study hard.

His mother was also very beautiful when she cried, her tears fell quietly, and she forced a smile, telling her husband, "Be careful outside, and your health is more important."

Sang Qin only gave a "huh".

The green leather train and the woven bag with red, white and blue stripes take away all the warmth of a home.

The faculty dormitory needs to be vacated. The mother and son rented a smaller house outside. For the first two years, Sang Qin didn’t have any spare money to send home. The sound of sewing machines through many nights.

The small rented house was farther away from the school, and Sang Ye never had a Wuyi bowl of sweet bean curd.

Sang Qin didn't go home for two years.

When Sang Ye was in junior high school, a family in the teaching staff compound bought a house and moved out. Mama Fu contacted Ahye’s mother in a hurry to rent the teaching staff dormitory here, and they moved back to the compound.

His mother is no longer like a fresh and beautiful lily, without the nourishment of love, and tortured by life, her face always looks a little pale, but she still smiles gently at everyone, so pretty and beautiful.

When the first semester of junior high school was approaching the end of the year, her face suddenly glowed, as if she had aged many years, and her bright smile returned.

Sang Ye immediately guessed, and asked, "Is my dad coming back?"

"Yes! Your father called Uncle Fu just now, and he will be back this year for Chinese New Year!" Aye's mother smiled and hugged her son, as happy as a little girl.

Sang Ye smiled like his mother: "Are you so happy?"

"Of course, aren't you happy that your father is coming back?" Ah Ye's mother still patted her son's head like a baby, "What would Ah Ye want to eat? Mom will make it for you!"

"I want to eat bean curd," Sang Ye was also quite happy, "I want something sweet."

Aye's mother said angrily: "I don't know how to do this! Why are you making things difficult for me?"

So Sang Ye borrowed the bicycle of the Fu brothers and took his mother to eat sweet bean curd.

Her cotton skirt floated beautifully in the sunny days of autumn and winter. She held the car seat with one hand, and gently draped the floral wide-brimmed hat that shaded the sun with the other, with a graceful demeanor like a rich lady.

Sang Ye's school uniform was blown up by the wind, and he heard his mother sigh behind him, "My son has grown up."

When getting off the car, Aye's mother's eyes were still red, and she looked so pitiful and cute as if she was still a girl.

They only wanted a bowl of sweet bean curd, and Aye's mother smiled beautifully. She said, "I don't want to eat it. I like to watch you eat it."

Sang Ye only ate half of the bowl and pushed the bowl over: "Their food is not as good as before, so I don't want it anymore."

So Aye's mother laughed: "I don't know you yet? My son has grown up and learned to feel sorry for his mother and save it for his mother."

The boy did not lose his childishness, and said to his mother with blushing cheeks, "What nonsense are you talking about, who will save it for you!"

She scooped up a spoonful, smiled and narrowed her crescent-like eyes: "It's so sweet! Thank you baby!"

On the day Sang Qin came back, A Ye's mother cooked a table of delicious dishes. Both she and Sang Ye had lighter tastes, and Sang Qin was a native of Suhe and liked spicy food.

The table is full of prosperity.

His mother was dolled up in her favorite dress, with eyebrows painted and a tint of lipstick.

She has an astonishingly innocent beauty.

Sang Qin was also very happy when he came back. He hugged his wife for a long time, sat down at the table, but suddenly froze while looking at the dishes on the table.

"What's wrong?" Aye's mother asked.

Sang Qin hesitated under his wife's expectant eyes, took a bite of his wife's cooking, but coughed violently and begged for water, and after a while he said, "I'm not used to it."

The bean curd at the bottom of the bowl was a bit too sweet, Sang Ye thought while eating.

That winter, Aye's mother learned to cook Cantonese cuisine for her husband, and when she smiled and presented it to him, Sang Qin frowned and said critically after eating the food, "Your cooking is too unorthodox."

He never takes a second look at other people's contributions.

Aye's mother shook her hand, and Sangye was so angry that he turned his face on his father at that moment: "My mother will make it for you to eat!"

Sang Qin's literary and Confucian accomplishments also faded with his resignation two years ago, and his irresistible father's emphasis suddenly became angry, and at first he held back a little: "Sang Ye, is this how you talk to your father! "

Mom tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Aye..."

Sang Ye threw his hands away and said, "How should I talk to you? How should I talk to you? You have been away for two years, and you have been back for three or four days. You are not used to this or that. You just keep talking about how much Guangzhou is. Okay, if you’re not used to being at home, go away! Good Guangzhou, don’t come back! Why should you be angry with my mother! Are you worthy of her! When my mother was stepping on the sewing machine all night, you don’t know where to play in Guangzhou!”

"What nonsense! I didn't go out for this family? I didn't want to resign for you and your mother? What do you know when I'm out in the sun and rain!"

"I don't know? I know that my mother has read the Cantonese recipes for several days. I know that my mother has been happy for half a month because you are coming back. I know that she works all night and all night to pay the rent. I know that you have to go two Nian’s family doesn’t care about anything! You’re for me and my mother? That’s funny!” Sang Ye’s face and neck were flushed, and the veins on his neck were bulging, “I also know that you look down on your own family now!”

Sang Qin raised her hand angrily, Aye's mother screamed and stood in front of her son, tears welled up in her eyes, Sang Qin's slap pulled the bowstring of anger enough, and she paused in the air for a few seconds before finally falling down.

Sang Qinqian glared at his wife angrily and said, "Look at the good son you taught!"

Aye's mother bit her lip and looked at him stubbornly.

So Sang Qin slammed the door and left without looking back.

His mother seemed to have lost her energy, she lowered her eyes and covered her face and began to cry.

Sang Ye's eyes were also red, but he couldn't bear it, his memory of his father was blurred, the difference between the father who taught him to read books and allusions and the man standing in front of him now was too great.

Sang Ye felt sorry for his mother, and called her hoarsely: "Mom..."

His mother cried for a long time before resting. With red eyes, she reached out to touch her son's head, and said softly with sobs: "From now on, you should...don't quarrel with your father."

Sang Ye was unconvinced and wanted to argue, but his mother said, "It's not easy for your father to be outside, and it's hard to come back..."

She clutched the corner of her clothes and closed her eyes: "It would be nice if he could stay at home for a few more days."

Sang Ye was speechless, he thought of the bowl of sweet bean curd, his mother looked at him and his father, her eyes seemed to be filled with smiles like the whole world.

Sang Qin was very disappointed with this son, disappointed in all kinds of senses, he was disappointed seeing his grades in the top [-] of the fifth grade in the class, not to mention looking down on Sang Ye's temper.

Sang Qin has always had his eyes above his head, and since then he doesn't look at him very directly.

Sang Ye's rebellious period also started early, and he has been rebellious until now in junior high school.

Seeing the snacks, candies and imported chocolates sent back by his father, Sang Ye also wanted to compromise and bow his head to his father. He always hoped that he was loved by his father, but what answered him was the ending of his parents' marriage.

Broken family, gone to a foreign country, that bowl of sweet bean curd soaked in joy and happiness can no longer be eaten.

If Lin Wei hadn't accidentally brought him a bowl of sweet bean curd yesterday morning, Sang Ye would have thought he had forgotten these things.

Suddenly there is some miss and nostalgia.

Suhe, Old Town, Sweet Douhua, this was supposed to be his home.

In the lively morning, when the steamer next to it was opened, a large cloud of water mist gushed out, and the past when I was a child was swallowed up by the mist.

Lin Wei had already finished eating, so he sat beside him and waited for him. Seeing Sang Ye in a daze, he tapped on the table with his fingers: "Stupid?"

His voice is light and deep, and the word "stupid" sounds good even when he pronounces it.

Sang Ye froze the spoon and said, "The bean curd at the bottom of the bowl is too sweet, I don't want to eat it."

"Then let's wait here for Xu Qing, he's coming soon." Lin Wei said.

Sang Ye saw that Granny Liu was looking at them all the time, she smiled plainly and was a little reserved, so she said to Lin Wei, "Why don't you eat, or you will make Auntie sad."

How could Lin Wei be willing to eat other people's leftovers? He frowned and said, "You eat it yourself."

Sang Ye smashed the bean curd at the bottom of the bowl with a spoon, and also frowned.

Suddenly he said with a smile: "Forget it, it's just a bowl of tofu curd, anyone who is sad can feel free."

Xu Qing hasn't come yet, they are going to pay first.

But when it was time to pay, Sang Ye discovered that Granny Liu, who is in her 70s, does not know how to pay by mobile phone at all, and does cash transactions.

Sang Ye fumbled in his wallet, Euros.

Lin Wei fumbled in his wallet, and put three coins into Granny Liu's palm.

The sweet bean curd is still one piece five one bowl.

Granny Liu looked at the bottom of Sang Ye's unfinished bowl, and asked him shyly, "Baby, is it right?"

This sentence is easy to understand. Lin Wei took a plastic lunch box from Granny Liu's tofu bucket and packed the remaining sweet bean curd in Sangye.

Sang Ye was stunned for a moment, then bent his eyes and said with a smile: "No. The bean curd is delicious. It's very sweet."

His tone was brisk, not as usual