When I left, I gave her two shopping cards, but she refused. I said, "Didn't we agree? Just take it. You can also give it to your parents?"
She looked at me for a while and then suddenly said to me: "Feng Xiao, I want to ask you a favor, can you?"
"Of course, you can say it." I said without hesitation.
She immediately laughed, "Why didn't you ask me before agreeing?"
I said: "As long as I can do what you said, I will try my best to do it well."
She said: "That's right. My mother recently made a request to me. She asked me to bring my boyfriend home before the Spring Festival. Feng Xiao, I don't have a boyfriend yet. Where should I bring it back to her?
?So, I would like to ask you to help me pretend to be my boyfriend? Please give this card to my mother personally when the time comes."
I was immediately stunned and dumbfounded, "This..."
"Feng Xiao, you promised me. You are a man and you are not allowed to go back on your word." She glared at me and said.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly and murmured in a low voice, "What's going on? Why are you asking me to pretend?"
"What did you say?" she asked.
I was suddenly startled, and I was secretly glad that she didn't hear what I just said clearly, "It's okay, isn't this bad? I'm a married man, and it won't have a good impact on you if word gets out about it."
"I don't care. If you want to help me resist, I told my mother after the Spring Festival that we would blow it. Then I would say that you were too carefree, so I kicked you off. How about it? Isn't this a good reason?"
She asked me with a smile.
I couldn't laugh or cry, "Yeah, I finally had a good reputation, but you ruined it completely."
"So you agreed?" she asked.
"Where is your father? It might be easier to lie to the old lady, but it might not be so easy to lie to your father, right?" I asked.
Her expression suddenly became sad, "My father passed away many years ago."
I hurriedly said: "I'm sorry. But it's really inconvenient for me because my parents are at my house. I can't accompany you to your house during the Spring Festival, right?"
In fact, I still want to refuse, because I think this thing is a bit weird, and I also feel that I am not suitable.
"Then tomorrow. Tomorrow night." She said, and then glared at me again, "Feng Xiao, we are friends and buddies. You can't go back on your word."
"Okay. I'm honored." I said with a wry smile.
"Great, I'll give you a call before I get off work in the afternoon. By the way, we'll all be on the same page then. Just say that you work in a municipal hospital, your home is out of town, and you want to go home during the Spring Festival. In this case, what happens next
That's easy to talk about." She said immediately.
I smiled and said, "That's a good idea. This will prevent the old lady from having to let me celebrate the New Year at your house during the Spring Festival. That would be troublesome."
She laughed.
Then he drove home, woke up A-Zhu and helped her upstairs.
"Didn't you say you wanted to go out?" my father asked me in surprise.
I smiled bitterly, "I just finished the matter of my mentor's cremation. You see, Ah Zhu is crying like this. Dad, I have to leave right away, otherwise it will be too late. Things at home..."
"It's okay. You should go quickly." My mother came over and took Azhu from my hand, and then helped her to her room. My whole body was sore, and I immediately went to the bedroom.
Looking at Chen Yuan who was still unconscious, I apologized in my heart and said: Yuanyuan, I'm sorry, Zhuang Qing is back, I want to send her home. I know you may be angry, but she was a good friend of ours.
I also felt that my reason was ridiculous, so I turned around and went out, because I felt guilty inside. After walking a few steps, I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t looked at the child yet, so I turned around hurriedly. The child seemed to be awake, and his little hands were moving.
His mouth also opened and closed, and you could see his cute little tongue. My heart suddenly warmed up: little guy, you have to be good, daddy will be back tomorrow...
No one knows the complicated mood I am feeling now. I almost slapped myself hard when I left home. I thought I was completely depraved and would no longer feel guilty, but now I find that I am still struggling with the contradictions and conflicts in my heart.
Struggling in pain. I discovered that it is not that easy for a person to truly fall.
I let Zhuang Qing drive because I was too tired.
The snowfall of the past few days has long passed, and there are no traces of snow on the ground at all. That snowfall came too suddenly and went away very quickly. During the day, it was like the world in the north, but when I woke up one night, I suddenly found that they were no longer there.
Suddenly, I had a suspicion: Was it an accidental cold wind that sent them from the north to the south of the Yangtze River? That accidental cold wind disappeared and they returned to the north? Or: they came because they heard about it
The tragedy of my mentor?
Zhuang Qing's driving skills are very good, she is very smooth, and she controls the speed very well. I talked to her for a while at first, but then I was attracted by the scenery on both sides of the highway.
I discovered outside the car window that the winter wilderness was actually as fresh as spring. As far as the eye could see, there were only a few trees on the mountains withered and yellow, and a heavy snowfall did not change the bright green of the clumps. I suddenly felt that the winter in Jiangnan was a bit cute.
When you get up, it is like a soft, gorgeous waltz, gently rotating, and inadvertently it is the time when willow branches sprout, spring grass emerges, and spring flowers bloom. This winter is very beautiful, the mountains and rivers are elegant, and there is no trace of snow anymore.
See the green mountains and green waters. The mountains are not high, and they are undulating, like ink and ink outlines, like gouache scrolls, with suitable shades; the water is soft, and there are simple mountain streams, slowly flowing through time and years, flowing through silent and silent stone streams and ditches.
Through the gaps, it flows to villages and rivers with smoke rising from cooking stoves; it flows to small towns in the south of the Yangtze River, where houses are built along the water. Fishing boats are moored in the river in groups of three or two, with small bridges and flowing water...outlining a scene.
It is a quiet, simple and quiet picture. This winter is quiet, tranquil and full of gentleness and tenderness, just like a poem with clear rhythm, graceful and elegant...
I fell asleep without knowing it. I slept peacefully. I also felt that the roar of the car was slowly fading away, and a tranquility was wrapping around me. I don’t know how long it took, but I heard Zhuang Qing.
The voice said, "Wake up. Come and drive for a while. I'm tired."
When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was no longer on the highway. In front of me was a narrow cement road, but the road surface was not very good, and it was as bumpy as the surface of the moon.
"It's so comfortable to sleep." I stretched.
"Who is the driver?" She glared at me and then laughed.
I smiled and immediately changed places with her.
Fortunately, off-road vehicles are not affected by this kind of road surface, but the speed cannot be very fast, otherwise it will be very bumpy. The days are a bit short in winter, and the sky has become dark by this time. It is not yet six o'clock
bell.
Half an hour later, Zhuang Qing asked me to drive onto a small road. The road surface was even worse. I asked, "How far is it?"
"Almost there," she replied.
My energy suddenly came back, and I stepped on the accelerator. Ten minutes later, she pointed to a bright light not far ahead and said, "That's it."
I saw a low house beside the dark trees in the hazy night, which looked a bit like the freehand scenery in an oil painting.
Zhuang Qing's home is right next to the road, but this road is too bad, not to mention bumpy and uneven, and it is just narrow enough for my car to pass. There is a small dam in front of the house. I just stopped the car and looked at it.
Someone came out. It was an old man, wearing some tattered clothes and an ugly cotton hat on his head. Zhuang Qing called him: "Dad!"
"Are you back?" The old man's voice revealed a kind of excitement.
"Feng Xiao, get your stuff quickly." Zhuang Qing shouted to me immediately, with a completely commanding tone.
Of course I won't be angry, because I am playing the role of her boyfriend today. In our Jiangnan, it is normal for men to be afraid of their wives, not to mention that this is Zhuang Qing's natal family.
I was just about to get on the elevator after leaving home today, when I suddenly remembered something, and then went back to get a bottle of Moutai and a bottle of Wuliangye. After going downstairs, I went to the bank to withdraw some money. When I picked up Zhuang Qing, I found that she had bought
She bought a lot of things, mostly clothes and the like. When she put the things in the trunk, she said: "Such a good wine? It's not necessary. Rural people don't know how expensive they are."
I smiled and said, "When I go to meet my father-in-law, of course I have to bring something good."
Zhuang Qing's face suddenly turned red. I hurriedly said: "You're just kidding, don't be angry."
Zhuang Qing said: "As long as you have this intention."
Now, as I unloaded everything from the car, Zhuang Qing's father asked: "Girl Qing, who is this?"
"His name is Feng Xiao, he is my former colleague and also my boyfriend." Zhuang Qing replied. Although I was prepared, I still couldn't help but tremble in my heart.
Her father was stunned for a moment, "Where is Song Mei?"
"Dad, don't ask me yet. I'll tell you later. Where is my mother?" Zhuang Qing said.
"Your mother went to pick vegetables in the vegetable field. Have you not eaten yet?" Her father glanced at us suspiciously and then replied.
Zhuang Qing took a few things from my hands and took me into the house.
After entering, I couldn't help but be shocked, because I found that her home was so dilapidated, and the ground was as bumpy as the road when we came. The walls were also very dilapidated, and the cracks were so big that it was scary. I just saw it outside.
There is a small house on the first floor and one ground floor next to it. I don’t know what it is used for. Only now did I realize that this house is made of earth. The house we are in should be the main house, and there are two rooms on the left and right.
It was a little dark inside the room. There was an electric light in the center of the room. It was so dim that I could only see the person's face. When I was outside just now, I couldn't see clearly the appearance of Zhuang Qing's father, but now I can basically see it clearly. I found that he looked seventy-seven.
He looks about ten years old, with wrinkles all over his face, and his dark face has a vague Zhuangqing look, but he doesn't have many teeth anymore, and he looks a little scary when he smiles at me. (To be continued)