suddenly tired

Chapter 34 7 Scenes-18

After the relocation of Xingyuan started, Lao Fang found a temporary residence. His small stall of "repairing anything" was completely closed, and he turned to do some work within his ability in the tavern. Zhong Lei drove the car that day. When they entered the yard, Lao Fang and Zhao Yuan were drinking each other in the sunshine room.

Seeing him getting off the car alone, Lao Fang asked, "Where's Su Mian? Didn't you pick him up?"

"I've been busy recently and often go out to socialize."

"Seeing that the child is promising! Hey, why do you have the vigor of an empty-nester?"

"Go away! You are the old man!"

"I'm not just an old man."

Zhao Yuan was overjoyed to hear the two of them bickering: "Zhong Lei is still young, I think you two look like father and son!"

"Who looks like him!" Zhong Lei and Lao Fang shouted at the same time.

"If you don't want to make progress, I don't want a son like him!"

"Being old and disrespectful, my dad is much better than him!"

Ji Sumian didn't come home until midnight, and after taking a shower, he stretched himself into a "big" character, laying flat on the bed, motionless.Zhong Lei moved his legs to the side for him so that he could lie down by himself, and then pulled his legs over and rubbed them.

"tired?"

"Yeah, running events is more tiring than standing at the front desk. I climb up and down the mountain every day. Brother Lei, look," he lifted his legs up, dangling in mid-air, "the calves are thick."

Zhong Lei smiled and pressed it down for him: "Isn't it better to be thicker? Which old man cares about thin waists and thick legs like you."

"I'm not a big man, I'm a handsome boy! Don't you often run at night, why do you only let people in the entertainment industry care about your figure?"

"Speak well and don't scold others, who is in the entertainment industry!"

"Hey, hey, you are not you, you belong to my family."

"Well! But it's good to be strong and healthy. Look at the free-range chickens raised by others, they run on the mountains every day. Such chickens exercise a lot, and the meat is delicious..."

As he said that, he bit Ji Sumian's arm, causing him to yell "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs

"Well, go to sleep."

Zhong Lei turned off the light, and under the cover of darkness, asked softly: "Do you think I don't want to make progress in this... such a life?"

Ji Sumian was startled, got up suddenly, was pulled down by him again, and lay in his arms: "Brother Lei, what's wrong with you, why do you say that about yourself?"

"I'll ask."

"Everyone chooses a different way of life. Isn't it good for us to engage in a legitimate job, earn money and spend it ourselves, and live a stable and peaceful life? Why do we need to be aggressive? What is the size of an aggressive person?"

"In other words, shouldn't you be content with being ordinary? To be a human being is to achieve self-realization."

"I don't think, what should I achieve? I used to want to be able to support myself. Now I think it's good to be promoted. The income is a little higher, but not much higher. I still live a normal life. I want to be promoted. But I definitely don't want to be like Cheng Yan's father and my boss, how tired I am, with so many things to worry about every day, the happiness index may not be as good as mine."

"Then what do you think about me, is it really okay to be content with the status quo?"

"Brother Lei, don't think too much, I just want to be with you, say morning and good night every day, and be healthy and safe."

Zhong Lei gently rubbed his hair: "Well, I don't want to, go to sleep. Good night."

"Good night."

The tavern was very lively tonight, and Zhao Yuan's friends who used to play in the band met him to see him.Zhao Yuan invited Zhong Lei to take the spoon, and he and his friends drank happily. Halfway through the meal, Ji Sumian came back from get off work, and went into the kitchen as soon as he entered the tavern.

"Brother Lei, are you tired?" "Brother Lei, you have cooked so many dishes, let's rest." "Brother Lei..." A series of nagging was like wind chimes caressed by the wind, Zhong Lei smiled, lowered his head and used his mouth Touched the top of his head, "Go out and wait, it will be ready soon, there are two more dishes."

When fried flower snails in spicy wine and a large plate of king crab legs were brought to the table, Ji Sumian's eyes lit up, and he looked up at him, exchanging a look that only the two of them understood. The crab legs were half steamed with chopped pepper and half cheese Roasted, half spicy and half sweet, the guests lamented that the wine in this bar is mediocre, but the dishes are excellent. Friends visiting became extremely noisy.

Seeing that Zhong Lei didn't eat much, Ji Sumian put down his chopsticks, got up and went to the yard, he filled a bowl of kelp seedling short rib soup, specially filled more ribs, went to him with it, and asked while feeding him: " Brother Lei, you really bought king crabs, I was just joking about such an expensive thing."

"It's really expensive to buy a live one. It's not bad to buy only the legs. It's frozen, but there's not much difference in taste."

"It's delicious, but don't buy it next time, it's too expensive."

Zhong Lei rubbed his hair with a smile, and pretended to speak in a sincere tone: "The child is sensible, and the father is very pleased!"

After playing for a while, Zhong Lei suddenly grabbed his hand and stopped, a little serious: "By the way, next week is Qingming, I will take you to see my mother on the weekend."

"Ah? Oh." Ji Sumian didn't react for a while.

"I asked Lao Fang the other day, and he said that the first Qingming Festival needs to be formally worshiped, and it happens that he is going too, why don't you take him with you?"

"Okay, then I'll order flowers in advance."

While chatting, Zhao Yuan came out of the room: "Come Zhong Lei, give them a voice, they think I'm old and have a rough voice."

After receiving the questioning gaze from Ji Sumian, Zhong Lei raised his chin to express that he was fine, and said to Zhao Yuan: "Go, let them see the real strength of our family!"

Before going on stage, he asked: "Brother Zhao, what did you sing that got disliked?"

"Qi Qin's Flower Festival, it was a repertoire of our band before."

Zhong Lei thought for a while: "I'm not familiar with flower festivals, but I can play them while standing by."

"That's better!"

Zhong Lei tried a few notes on the keys with his fingers, and then began to sing. The sound of the piano was sparse, almost a cappella, and the bass was very soft. Cooperating with a few dark lights in the bar, he performed the loneliness of a shadow floating on the sea.

But Ji Sumian didn't think so. He heard the opening sentence "Loneliness makes people blind, longing makes people flustered", and his heart was sore. The floor lamp next to the piano was obviously not very bright, but it appeared in front of his eyes like daytime , Zhong Lei is the reflection of the sun, dazzling.He hadn't heard this song much before, but felt that the melody was like a dance, revolving in his heart over and over again. Zhong Lei's voice was sometimes clear and sometimes deep, and his pronunciation was soft and clean, like fallen leaves and first snow blowing in the wind.

On the way home, Ji Sumian kept humming softly, and hummed the lyrics that he didn't remember. Zhong Lei listened all the way, and when he went up the stairs, he said: "What conditions can I make you forget?"

"Huh? What?"

"Lyrics, 'On what terms can I forget you'."

Ji Sumian said: "I just remember 'what shall I take', and I feel so sad about this sentence."

"Well, the previous songs were full of emotions. It sounds like an understatement, but in fact they are full of sadness and joy."

Ji Sumian suddenly stopped and reached out to Zhong Lei.Zhong Lei understood, and hugged him: "What's wrong?"

"Let's not make each other feel bad in the future, shall we?"

"it is good."

"Then can we get along well in the future?"

"can."

Standing on tiptoe, Ji Sumian looked at him with her mouth pursed. The stairs lights went off automatically, but the kiss he was looking forward to did not come.

Zhong Lei dragged him to continue upstairs: "We'll talk about it when we go home."

"Just give me a kiss..."

"I have a psychological shadow on stairs, and I prefer beds."

The weather was fine on the weekend. Zhong Lei thought he could sleep until he woke up naturally, but he was woken up by two consecutive phone calls from Lao Fang.

"Have you arrived yet?"

"Where...? I'm not awake yet."

"Eldest young master, what time is it? You and young master are too sleepy, so get up quickly."

"Why are you in a hurry, can't we go after lunch together?"

"Who will sweep the grave in the afternoon!"

"Ah? There is still such a rule? Uh... that's fine, start right away, just wait a bit."

Ji Sumian yawned while putting on his clothes: "There is still time for this matter."

"Who knows, I didn't make an appointment in advance."

The breakfast for the two was settled in the car. Ji Sumian took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, and passed the stuffing to Zhong Lei. He lowered his head and took a bite. The Fang family just finished eating.

The ecological forest is in the middle of the mountain. They first accompanied Lao Fang to worship his wife and daughter. Ji Sumian looked at the red name on the tombstone, and Fang Zhiquan asked, "Brother Lei, do you know Uncle Fang's name?"

"Well, I know, I took him to the hospital to see a doctor."

"I've known him for so long, I don't even know his name." Ji Sumian whispered.

"You thought he was some kind of hermit master Shaolin sweeping monk. You have to call him Master Zhiquan."

"Oh, be serious." Ji Sumian nudged him, stepped forward and asked, "Uncle Fang, are these flowers sent by your family?"

"My former colleague, our family has no other relatives."

"Oh." Ji Sumian hadn't participated in many worship activities, but facing Lao Fang and his family, he still had some subtle piety in his heart. He took out two white flowers from his own and put them under the tombstone, " I'm sorry, Uncle Fang, I didn't prepare in advance."

Lao Fang smiled: "It's not like coming to the house as a guest and bringing gifts."

Ji Sumian saw that his smile was very shallow, but he didn't force it. He just stroked the tombstone lightly, as if he didn't have too much nostalgia, as if his soul had already been placed here with them and turned into an invisible thing. It's just that the body is still free.

"Uncle Fang, how long will it take to stop being so sad?"

Old Fang turned his head to look at him, and there were tears in the child's round eyes.

"I'm not sure about that, just wait. Maybe you will meet them here sooner or later, and it will be better."

"Will you feel less sad after a long time?"

"Yes, but the feeling of missing them will not disappear. On the contrary, the more time passes, the more I can remember some things that I have forgotten before." He sighed and stood up with difficulty on his knees. He patted the back of his hand, "Maybe it's because I'm old, I have more free time, and I think a lot. Sometimes, I can't tell if I'm remembering something old or a plot I made up in my head. I feel like the two of them said something before. Whatever you've done, it's all in front of you."

"I sometimes think of the stories my mother told me when I was a kid, and I think I've forgotten it."

"Well. Yes, I will remember all these."

They walked up the mountain, and the ecological forest was decorated like a garden by the people who came to sacrifice.Su Wanyi's tree didn't have a brand name. Ji Sumian insisted on not wanting it. He could remember where it was. There were some things he wanted to leave to his father. Platycodon grandiflorum, one white and one green, this is a preference that only people who are familiar with mother know.

Zhong Lei looked at the bouquet of flowers in Ji Su's memory, which was also eustoma, half white and half green, he was a little surprised: "This is, someone has been here?"

Ji Sumian was obviously also shocked. He bent down and picked up the flowers to look at them. The white one had a card, "To My Beloved Wife Wanyi", which was sent by my father. , indicating that it was delivered today.He looked around and saw no one, so he put down his flowers and said softly: "Mom, there are people who miss you as much as we do."

Zhong Lei stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with him: "Will your mother like me?"

"Of course, my mother used to say that a lover must first be good to himself, secondly be good to himself, and secondly... Uh, I think you are such a person."

"The next thing?"

"Wait a minute."

"why?"

"The atmosphere is not right, let's talk about it later."

"Oh."

"And your cooking is so delicious, my mother must be very happy."

"Don't your parents cook delicious food?"

"I'm probably the best cook in my family."

"My God!"

"So you know why I went to the tavern after school when I was a kid, there's good food there."

"I probably understand why you agree to eat everything..."

Before leaving, Ji Sumian looked back at the three bouquets of flowers, which were light but full of vitality. He no longer wondered who could come to visit his mother, even an unnamed love could make her here Not so lonely.