On a small island in a certain tourist area in Thailand, there is a group of people who come here to travel.
They are all over forty, their bodies are slightly stooped, their temples are turning white, they all have children, they are all old!
"What kind of game are they playing??" I was wearing a big vest, shorts, a straw hat, and a handkerchief around my neck. I stood in front of the barbecue grill on the beach, sweating while grilling and holding a cigarette.
, pointing to a man and a woman in the shoal in the distance, with rocket-like things tied to their feet, jumping three or four meters from the sea water, and asked in shock to Fanfan, who was already about the same height as me.
"...Can you do that? Brother Meng, do you dare to pretend to be knowledgeable in front of me?" Fanfan said while drinking watermelon juice and squinting at me.
"My greatest advantage is that I just ask when I don't understand!" I coughed, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Tch!" Fanfan curled his lips.
"Why don't you go play with Xiaoxian?" I asked casually.
"I have to write a report later! How can I not be as free as him...!" Fanfan said in a very "mature" way, like a 16.7-year-old child, like a little adult.
"Do you like Tongtong?" I asked pretending to be casual.
"...I don't like it. The legs are too thin. I like them plumper!" Fanfan simply shook his head.
"Well, that's up to me!!" I nodded solemnly.
"What are you two talking about?" Hong Xin walked over in a swimsuit with wet hair. Over ten years later, except for a few unavoidable wrinkles, she did not look older and was still as beautiful as ever. I asked her, "What are you talking about?"
Why aren't you getting old? She said that in the fifteen years since you came here, I have been the most worry-free. How could I get old? I am speechless.
"What nonsense!" I glanced at her sideways, kicked Fanfan and said, "Go, those are baked, take them over!"
"Nope!"
"As long as I said yes!" I was a little anxious.
"Look, it's still bleeding!"
"Are you bothered? Can you imitate your father's and my eyesight?" I said angrily.
"Tch, how old are we, and we are still together?" Fanfan curled his lips and said, turned around and left.
"Ahem!" I coughed twice, looked at Xinxin sideways again, and said to her: "It's a little cool to wear it!"
"Is it very revealing? Why don't I feel that way?" Hong Xin wore sunglasses, took a sip of watermelon juice, glanced down at herself, and asked non-reservedly.
"Oh, people really get more and more dissolute as they get older!" I sighed, feeling powerless in my heart.
"Come on, let me hear how petty you are!" Hong Xin pursed her lips and smiled, stretched out her arms to hug my waist, and buried her head in my chest. I hugged her with a smile.
While grilling and looking at the blue beach in the distance, I suddenly felt emotional.
This nearly twenty years of waiting for love seems not to have come so late...
"What have you been busy with recently?" Dakang, wearing sunglasses, led his wife and children, turned to Chenchen and Wang Mumu and asked.
"When I look around the northwest, there seems to be evil spirits permeating the air. In the second half of the year, I plan to invite two nuns to go there to have a look. If the negotiation cannot resolve it, I will go to Zizhen Temple and ask my master to come out!" Wang Mumu kept playing with his left hand.
A Buddhist bead that speaks in a eloquent way. He used to be in the early stages of mental illness, but now he is terminally ill, and the doctors of the earth obviously can no longer cure him.
"...Then what are you doing?" Dakang couldn't talk to Wang Mumu at all. How could the two of them talk to each other?
"Let's clean up the mess left by my father's company!" Chenchen said a little angry.
"...Can you go there?" Dakang asked.
"If you need money, just say something!" Wang Mumu interrupted.
"Master, haven't you seen through the world of mortals? Damn it, why do you still smell like copper?" Dakang asked Wang Mumu in a state of collapse.
"You know nothing. These days, if you don't have enough money, how can you see through the world? Will my sister-in-law pay any attention to you?" Wang Mumu's words of ridicule often reveal infinite truth. He is a philosopher and must be a philosopher.
"Boom!!"
A middle-aged man, still slender, jumped out of the water, bared his teeth and said to Wang Mumu: "You are always so charming, don't you think so? I like it when you don't understand anything, but you pretend to understand.
Look!"
"Mother Chicken, where is my wife? Can you turn your words?" Wang Mumu can fix anyone, but he can't fix the intestines of Chicken, who has been passionate about him for the past 20 years.
"No!" Jichangzi's beautiful eyes rippled again.
"I can't stand it!" Chenchen turned around and left.
"Disgusting, so disgusting!" Dakang cursed and left with his wife and children.
...
In the distance, the older generation was gathering around a table.
"Xu Zi, what are you doing out here?" The pock-marked man in his fifties, except for the many wrinkles on his face that are densely packed with pimples, does not look aged at all.
"Haha! Let's hang out with Master Meng!" Brother Xu smiled and pointed at Li Meng.
"You can pull it off, I can't survive anymore! We won't be able to spend all the money on our great-grandchildren. It's good to be honest and provide for us in old age!" Li Meng replied casually.
"Then we have to do something, right? It's a bit fucking uncomfortable to stay here!" Gao Dong has already gained almost 200 pounds. At this time, let alone asking him to shoot with a cannon, he's just holding a milk bottle and shaking it.
"No, let's go to the entire investment company, with Xuzi as the boss, and all our money will be thrown at you! How about that?" Lao San suggested.
"I think it works!" Fuxin agreed.
"Okay, you go ahead and do it! I'll support you! It's not easy to operate in China, so I'll use a shell from Africa! You can operate it!" Leilei, who had been teasing his youngest son, interjected while lying on a wicker chair.
"Fuck, if you don't speak, I still can't remember. Why do you call your son "Ye Yu"? Did Zhang Meng break his shoes behind your back? Haha," Li Meng asked sarcastically.
"Don't talk nonsense. Brother Ye has never had a son. As he gets older, he has more things to do. He has to let Xiaoyu be his son!! What the hell can I do?" Leilei said angrily.
.......
"Sister Tong...I have confessed to you for the ten thousandth time! Can you accept me?" Wang Xiaoxian half-knelt on the ground, holding a dirty morning glory in his hand, and followed his father
His triangular eyes were extremely hot. He looked at Yang Tongtong, who was lying on a wicker chair, wearing a swimsuit, with long white legs, and was reading a book, and asked with a sigh of relief.
"Xian'er, we are not suitable for each other!" Tongtong said casually while flipping through the book.
"For what??" This is the ten thousandth time Wang Xiaoxian has confessed his love in the past two years, and the ten thousandth time he has been rejected. His little heart, which was already broken at the age of 15, has long been unable to be glued together.
"We are so familiar!"
"Then I go to Korea to get a full face??"
"I'm talking about the familiar feeling, not your face. Can you understand?"
"But I love you!"
"Can you stop being so disgusting?"
"I just love you!"
"....Then you love it!"
"You don't love me, but I love you too!" Wang Xiaoxian's eyes were still hot.
"...!" Tongtong rolled her eyes and simply ignored him.
"Are you attracted to Zhang Shuaishuai next door?"
"Brother, Zhang Shuaishuai is African!!"
"You would rather like an African with body odor in his armpits than me like Yushu Lingfeng??" Wang Xiaoxian was very sad and angry, and almost wanted to die.
"I didn't say I liked him! It's impossible for us to be together. Can you stop being ink?" After saying that, Tongtong ran away.
Wang Xiaoxian calmly patted the sand on his body, looked up at the sea and sky in the distance, and after planning for a long time, he recited a poem: "My heart is like fire, but it is wrapped in ice. I miss you a little, sigh at the heartless falling flowers, and melancholy.
Sad!! Sigh, sigh, sigh!!”
How fucking sad and angry is this wet????
The father is a philosopher, how can the son be an illiterate who doesn’t understand anything?
Obviously not!!
"Son, it's time to eat!" Wang Mumu came over with bare feet and shouted.
"Don't pay attention to me, I need to be quiet!" Wang Xiaoxian still looked sad.
"What happened again??" Wang Mumu asked puzzledly.
"My heart has been wrapped in ice and will never melt for thousands of years. How can I eat?" Wang Xiaoxian asked melancholy.
"Fuck, that's still a problem. If it doesn't melt, just smash it and it's over! It's such a worry! Let's go eat!" Wang Mumu curled his lips and said, dragging Xiaoxian and leaving.
Wang Xiaoxian was stunned and astonished.
A table of people sat down, and Hong Xin and I pushed out Brother Hei, who was already unconscious, and sat in the middle. No one could have imagined that people at this table would one day be able to sit and eat together.
"Here, have you put some incense on Weiwei?" I turned to look at Mumu and asked.
"Well, it's over!" Wang Mumu paused, the smile on his face suddenly stiffened, and he lowered his head and said.
"Let's have a dinner!" I greeted.
"You guys raise your glasses and I'll take a picture of you!!" Fanfan scratched his head and said.
"Okay, let's get it together!"
"Come on, let me pose!!"
Everyone was very excited. This was the first time in 15 years that we were all gathered together. Except for Sir Wei, almost everyone was here.
Everyone hugged their children and wives and stood up.
"Smile!!" Fanfan shouted.
"hey-hey!"
The unconscious Brother Hei was the first to laugh.
"Click!!"
The picture is frozen, and the beautiful scene remains in this moment.