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"Mung bean kernels (sprouts)"
Wang Xi opened his eyes, stretched out his arms from under the quilt to put them on the pillow, and closed his eyes again. Hearing the familiar yelling outside the wall, he knew that he was going home. This is not the old home, but, this is home. He can sleep as long as he wants, as long as he wants, and stay as long as he wants. He smelled the familiar scent unique to Wanlin City in the air, and even imagined that maybe his father would push open the door, enter the room and say to him: "Hey, brat, you still know how to come back, suffer, suffer Papa is going to buy you canned oranges."
He quickly laughed again, if Dad was here, where would he buy some canned oranges, he would have chased him all over the street with a stick and beat him up. However, it's fine even if you get beaten.
The yard was very quiet, and the sound of chess pieces falling on the wooden chessboard fell crisply along with the length of thinking. No one spoke, someone was waiting for him to wake up.
Just lying there motionless, lingering, lingering until the bladder couldn't take it anymore, and then sat up from the bed. He lifted off a brocade quilt covered with Wanlin silk. That's right, it's brocade quilt. Chang Yu and Zhao Xuejun are the kind of people who live in the past. They live in a small yard, the house is an antique old-style house, and the railings are antique old-style railings. The furniture in this house, the Arhat bed for sleeping, the quilts and mattresses, the small pendants on the wall, and the large paintings. It's all a thing of the past. If you don't know the details, you will be in a daze for a long time if you come in suddenly. The whole era here is stopped in the past. Sometimes, under the square sky in the courtyard, the sunlight that leaks in seems like a bygone time.
After getting out of bed, Wang Xi watched as he stepped on his black corduroy cloth shoes. Don't ask, change Aunt Xia's craftsmanship. Everyone in the family has several pairs of these shoes. In the past, it was given to him for nothing, but he didn't want it even if he died, so Aunt Gaixia left it for him. Hey, I still have it.
A pile of purchased laundry was piled high on the flat chair beside the bed. Underpants, vests, biceps, and round necks. There are several stacks of clothes neatly placed, all newly bought. It is wide open to the tall antique cabinets for clothes and chairs. It probably means asking Wang Xi to sort it out by himself. He tidied it up by himself, so it would be easy to find it next time.
Wang Xi stretched out his hand, touched his shaved head, and then looked at himself. Now I am as clean as a white pig, yesterday, no! Maybe it was the day before yesterday that he used a large boiler of water to wash himself. Zhao Xuejun took a dry towel to help him keep rubbing and rubbing until his skin turned red and he was about to fall asleep comfortably. Those hairs really couldn't be combed, there was no way, Zhao Xuejun borrowed a hair clipper and helped him cut a big bald head.
Putting on his clothes and pulling on his shoes (the shoes are too small), Wang Xi walked out of the inner room, walked around a screen inlaid with antique shell paintings, and came to the outer room, which was Zhao Xuejun's small study. It's not clean here, everything is thrown away at will, books, Rubik's cube, massage hammer, half-sleeve shirts are hung on cap bottles. There was a plate of rhubarb apricots on the table, the apricots were about the size of a small baby's fist, and a few apricots rolled out of the white porcelain plate, lining the old dark red square table which was playful but elegant.
Wang Xi pushed open the wooden door carved with lotus flowers, and looked at the two elders sitting in the middle of the courtyard and playing chess with their heads bowed. They didn't look at him, they still concentrated on looking at the chess pieces. Wang Xi didn't come forward to say hello either. He went to the toilet, took a long pee, washed his hands, and went straight to the kitchen. The fire in the kitchen was not covered, and it was hot and stuffy. He walked to the steamer and opened the steamer, and there were four flowering steamed buns beside a large bowl of stewed vegetables that had been kept hot.
Picking up the stewed vegetables and skewering the steamed buns with chopsticks, Wang Xi came to the yard, sat on a small bench next to the chessboard, and began to feast.
Lao Chang touched the chess piece for a while, then threw the pawn aside, stood up and went into the kitchen and brought Wang Xi another bowl of millet rice soup, and put it beside him: "Have a drink, get out of the fire."
"I called your mother." Zhao Jianguo took out a tin box that originally contained snacks and began to collect the chess pieces.
"Oh." Wang Xi continued to eat.
"You came out early, we didn't know, and you didn't notify." Old Chang's voice was slightly ups and downs, and he quickly pressed it again.
"Come here?" Zhao Jianguo asked.
"Yeah." Wang Xi picked up the rice soup and drank it in a few sips. After drinking, he took an empty bowl and went to the kitchen to fill another bowl. He slept for two days and had no appetite. On the contrary, the freshly brewed millet was really fragrant and nourishing, and he drank four bowls in a row. Comfortable pores are opened.
"You are stupid, go find a place there, send a telegram, and we will send money immediately. Socialist countries, can you give you relief? You just walked for two days?Wang Xi shook his head: "It can be eaten." Lao Chang nodded, turned around to pour the wine, and muttered in a low voice while pouring: "It's time to fight, well done."
Tangerine touched Wang Xi's head, thinking of those at her sister's house, and cried again. Zhao Jianguo tried a few words of persuasion, but seeing that it was useless, he ignored her.
"Eat chicken legs." Zhao Xuebing put a chicken leg into Wang Xi's bowl and stared at him. Wang Xi smiled at him: "What do you see me doing?"
"It's nothing, you eat." Zhao Xuebing really wanted to express some emotion in his inner world, but he was a clever-mouthed starling outside, but he was the dumbest mouthful when he was at home. It was probably because Zhao Xuejun made him lose confidence.
Zhao Xuejun was in the kitchen, helping Aunt Gaixia with work. From time to time, he looked up at Wang Xi who was surrounded by his family in the yard. He lowered his head and just pawed at the rice. Occasionally, when the forgetful grandma thought of something, she would pick up her Huangshan tourism commemorative walking stick and hit him, and then curse: "Damn it, don't live up to it!" Wang Xi didn't dare to resist, and moved his butt quietly.
As night fell, Lao Chang turned on the courtyard lights and greeted everyone to eat. At the beginning, everyone was very dull. After eating for a while, they often put down their chopsticks uncontrollably: "You don't go to school, what are you going to do in the future? Cheng Yaojin knows how to do tricks, what do you know? You want money If you have no money, you need knowledge but no knowledge, tell me what you can do?"
Wang Xi put down his chopsticks, chewed a few times and swallowed the food, and replied seriously: "I want to work first, I have saved enough money, and set up a factory in my hometown. There are many factories over there, but they are all Boss from outside, I want to set up a factory for processing electronic small parts. I know, I can¡¯t do anything, and I will make everyone worry about it, uncle I respect you.¡± Wang Xi picked up the wine glass and toasted Lao Chang. Lao Chang froze for a moment, but drank it anyway.
"Ask me to try, I just can't do it, can you not call me back? I still have a home." Wang Xi wanted to open his mouth wide and smile confidently, but the pain at the corner of his mouth suppressed his smile go back.
"Oh, I'm not your father after all. I can't hit you, force you, watch you, coax you to go to school. You child hey" Zhao Jianguo took a sip of his wine.
That night, Wang Xi was sleepless all night. He closed his eyes and heard Zhao Xuejun writhing over there. He opened his eyes, caught the moonlight, and saw Zhao Xuejun, holding something like a stack of ancient receipts, caressing him all night, making his hair stand on end.
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(Note) Zhao Xuejun tampered with Su Zhe's record of Jiuqu Pavilion in Wuchang. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com