Self-cultivation with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs

"Xiao Wu, come down to eat."

"Oh, here we come." Song Xiaowu came out of the bedroom. Seeing that he was still depressed, Yao Jian said, "I'll take you there in the afternoon to have a look. Construction probably hasn't started in the past few days."

Song Xiaowu shook his head, forced a smile and said, "Actually, there's nothing inside, it's all ash several meters thick, forget it."

He only found out two days ago that the tube building where he lived with his grandmother when he was a child was about to be demolished.The staff of the demolition office rushed around to complete a bunch of procedures, and suddenly felt a huge sense of loss. They rushed to revisit the old place before the construction team started work, but found that the small room that represented their belongings when they were young The house can be described as barren, and there is not even a single thing that can be taken away as a souvenir.However, in those years, because of his grandmother's management, he never felt that he was less than others.

I thought that things are right and people are wrong, but in the end, even things are not what they used to be.

Walking to the dining room, Mr. Yao and Mrs. Yao were both there. Song Xiaowu quickly put away the look on his face, and sat down quietly on the left side of the old man.

"Let's serve dinner." The old man seemed not very interested, and only smiled when he looked at Song Xiaowu: "The sweet wine you said last time is brewed again. Have a drink with Dad?"

Song Xiaowu wanted to make him happy, and said with a smile: "Of course it's good to drink with you, but I only need half a tael, no, no, only two taels, or I'll have to sleep again this afternoon."

The old man laughed: "Two dollars? You can figure it out. It's not worth Xiao Cao's effort to bring you the wine jar."

Song Xiaowu looked at Xiao Cao who was pouring wine with a smile in confusion, and couldn't help but ask, "Where's Aunt Lin?"

"Your Aunt Lin has something to do at home, so go back." After the old man finished speaking, Song Xiaowu felt that the scene seemed to be cold again, and he didn't care to ask further, but changed the subject: "Brother, do you have a taste of this wine? Come back more mellow."

Yao Jian hadn't spoken yet, but Mrs. Yao said to him, "Your Uncle Tao's daughter is going to some photography exhibition this afternoon. It's near your company. You just take her out for a stroll, as a landlord."

Hearing this, the old man said, "It's near his company again. My old subordinates were all deceived by lard, and they were all sent here and there by you. They brought the whole family to Beijing one by one. The old man ran to me, and the young one came to him..." The old man became more and more angry, and finally slammed the wine glass on the table with a sullen face: "What does it look like to make such a big commotion!"

Only then did Mrs. Yao look at him, but she was completely unmoved: "What's it like? A bastard can select people from every state. It's a joke for me to make this claim for my son? "

"Mom," Yao Jian said slowly at this time, "My own master, I can do it myself." Mrs. Yao had calmed down again at this time, and Yao Jian just said again: "I will go out with you to relax. "

"No need." She wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and said calmly, "You just need to know it in your heart. This year you are also 30 years old, and you don't want to be a monk."

Song Xiaowu on the other end was coaxing Mr. Yao, after all, he was an experienced and knowledgeable person, and now he was depressed, and the four of them managed to finish the meal peacefully.

In the afternoon when Yao Jian sent Mrs. Yao out, Song Xiaowu was sitting alone in the living room. After all, he couldn't hold back, he got up and stood in front of Mrs. Yao: "Ma'am, those who have no parents are called wild species. Who are my parents?" It’s all clear, why shouldn’t it be a wild species?”

After saying this, Song Xiaowu went upstairs to his bedroom.

Song Xiaowu finally ran back to Tongzilou alone.

The dusty smell in the room was too heavy, and there were layers of cobwebs hanging around the corners, which made it impossible for anyone to stand up. He only looked at the door for a while, and then went down again.

The fire hydrant door in the corridor could no longer be closed. Song Xiaowu still remembered that he had kept a bat in it a few days before he left this place. If he looked for it now, there would be nothing there, except for some bats in the gap. I don't know if it's a dead branch or an insect antennae.

He went to the public kitchen on the first floor again. This time, it was no longer for nostalgia, but more like a new exploration from the perspective of a bystander.He could no longer find any traces of the fact that he had lived here for many years, and the surrounding environment was even a little strange.

The kitchen was dirtier than other places.Years of oil fume spread everywhere, from the burnt-out light bulb on the ceiling to the half-tile on the floor at the farthest corner; A section of the wooden board was even torn off, and there was still a white porcelain bowl full of dust inside, and the red words "XX towel factory model worker" could still be seen vaguely on it.

Song Xiaowu stood in front of the only window, looking out, there were similar-looking tube buildings all around, low and half-decayed.He suddenly remembered that the godly girl whom he tricked into walking past a piece of cake when he was a child, later heard that she accidentally fell from upstairs and died in a nearby open space.

He suddenly felt a kind of desolation after growing up, but even if this feeling made people sad, it did not prevent him from continuing to walk peacefully.

He walked out of the tube building, then looked back at the place carefully, and said in his heart: Goodbye, all the things that existed in his childhood and dreams.They used to confuse his memory, seeming to be real and unreal, but they all made the path he walked clear so far.

After leaving the Tongzilou area, Song Xiaowu saw Yao Jian's car.

"I know you still want to come here," Yao Jian watched him sit in the back seat from the rearview mirror, "but you shouldn't stay until it's almost dark."

Song Xiaowu also looked at him from the rearview mirror: "Brother, I'm not talking too much this afternoon, I'm sorry."

Yao Jian smiled: "I can't stand for my mother and accept your apology. You are the same."

"I know." Song Xiaowu lowered his head, playing with his nails, "What kind of person is my mother, I have heard enough from the neighbors and acquaintances around me since I was a child, but no matter how much they say is true, I don't know what kind of person I am. I can't keep talking. If there is no her, there will be no me, even if I rely on this blood relationship, I can't say that there is something wrong with her like an irrelevant person..."

Yao Jian didn't open his mouth. After hearing him say all this, he obviously wanted to put his fingernails in his mouth again, so he said, "How old are you?"

Song Xiaowu was taken aback for a moment, then he put his hand down a little embarrassedly, and heard his elder brother say again: "Next weekend is the birthday of that uncle from Citigroup, you are also a grandson under his name, Dad and I mean , I want you to go there once, to pay birthday wishes, and to meet relatives over there."

When Song Xiaowu went abroad for the first time, his eyes were completely dimmed. Fortunately, Yao Jian watched over all matters, and his efficiency was extremely high. In just one week, everything was ready, and he only owed Song Xiaowu this "east wind".

However, this "Dongfeng" finally caught a chance the day before departure, and sneaked out to meet his brother Tianqi. When carrying it to the airport, I was so tired that I didn't even have the energy to roll my eyes more.

Yao Jian was very contrary to his usual style of blackface all the time, even if he knew that his brother was the one below without any suspense, it would not be as embarrassing as if the evidence was presented to him so intuitively.

In the end, the car stopped outside the airport. Yao Jian still couldn't swallow the breath, and said almost through gnashing of teeth, "He knows you're going to fly today, but he still doesn't care about your life?"

When Song Xiaowu heard this, he really wanted to refute Li Tianqi: Actually, Li Tianqi was really gentle, with the experience from last time, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, he was just too tired now.But it's too shameless to say this, even Song Xiaowu knew it and panicked.

After such a silent time, Yao Jian was already so angry that he drove away.Song Xiaowu was left on the spot alone. Looking around, he was about to go to the police. Uncle police. Fortunately, two staff members from the airport came over and led him to the special passage.