Zhu Xie Ji

On the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, Wang Xiaomo, Xi Nang, and Tao Ze returned to Xiao Mo's hometown, and Bai Xuan returned to his hometown in Chang'an.

Wang Xiaomo goes back to his hometown every year to celebrate the New Year. Even though his parents and master passed away, the memories are still there.He wants to worship his ancestors and collect land rent by the way.

After Wang Xiaomo's parents passed away, they left him no property.There is only one bungalow on three acres of land.

The one-story house has a lot of area, three bedrooms and one living room. It is estimated to be more than 100 square meters. In the village, they are all homesteads, so they like to build tall and big.Now, it is popular for rich people in the village to build three floors plus a small attic. It is one aspect to show off, and another aspect, Wang Xiaomo thinks, is more because of the importance that the villagers attach to their homes.Live in one place all your life, from birth to death, in a county where you can’t get out, what could be more fulfilling than watching your house get better and better?

Therefore, Wang Xiaomo also has his own paranoia about houses, always thinking that he has a home only when he has his own house.Therefore, Qindao is only a temporary residence, and the hometown is the root.Here I have my own house, as well as the crops and land I am familiar with.Every time I come back from the outside and step into the village, I feel relaxed for no reason.Obviously I didn't feel tense outside, but as soon as I set foot on this land, I felt a relaxed state of mind, a kind of peace of mind from the depths of my soul.Wang Xiaomo thought, this is probably nostalgia.

Speaking of Xiaomo's house, it also has a big yard.The yard is paved with cement, so even if I haven't been home for nearly a year, the yard is only covered with a layer of dust. Now, the whole yard is empty, but Xiao Mo remembers its original appearance. It was Xiao Mo from birth to ten years old. It was quite a beautiful look in my childhood memory.

To the east of it, there are three fruit trees side by side, a peach tree, an apricot tree, and a plum tree.Everything comes back to life in spring, with pink peach blossoms, white apricot blossoms and plum blossoms each occupying their own territory, blooming on the dry branches, falling in a gust of wind, attracting the cute little girl from the neighbor’s house to pick them up.Peaches and apricots always fall one by one before they grow up, and my memory always seems to be the fluffy little blue fruits hanging on the branches.

Of course, Xiao Mo's favorite is Li Shu.Plums are not the black, red, black and red, big ones that are often sold in the city now, but a small round, blue fruit. It is small in size and gradually turns from green to yellow. Unlike apples or pears, it has its own unique sweetness, which is delicious anyway.

Xiao Mo's favorite thing is that when the thunderstorm hits the plums in late June and early July, he would hold a small broken umbrella and pick them under the plum tree. He would often find a plump and delicious one.The fruits he receives are generally green and yellow, and the best fruits are on the top of the tree, which have been pre-ordered by birds.

To the east of the yard is a dwarf pomegranate tree, and a tall poplar tree is very close. The two neighbors are full of contrasts in the current words.

Every summer, between the dwarf pomegranates and poplars, my parents would set up a hanging net.The little one nestled inside, read a book, ate ice cream and took a nap.The shadow of the poplar tree fell on him, very cool.Open your eyes and see the fiery red flowers of pomegranates buzzing with bees.

Therefore, he loves midsummer the most. In the long season, it is full of warm memories.

Wang Xiaomo pushed open the courtyard door with a smile, and said silently in his heart: "Mom and Dad, I'm back."

Since Bai Xuan got off the plane, his expression was not very good.The winter in Chang'an City is extraordinarily cold and gloomy, and the smog adds to the depression.Wearing a mask, he got into the secretary's car expressionlessly.His father didn't want to come to pick him up, and he couldn't even see him when he got home.

Years, what's so good about it?It's nothing more than adults sitting together bragging and drinking, and bragging about their children by the way.And he, the one who is always out of hand.It's nothing more than a time when children compare their spiritual power with each other, and he is often ridiculed.

"Young master is back." Xu Ma, the nanny, took Bai Xuan's luggage and said with a smile, "It's been so long since the young master went out for the first time. It's been more than three months. I'm really worried."

"Mother Xu, I'm fine." Bai Xuan smiled for the first time when she returned to Chang'an City to Mother Xu who took care of her since she was a child.

"Master went to a meeting, and he probably won't be back until very late, so you don't have to wait for him at night. Would you like to take a rest first to catch up on sleep or have lunch first?" Madam Xu asked.

Bai Xuan knew that this would be the case, so he changed his slippers and said casually, "I haven't tasted your cooking for a long time, let me eat first."

"Okay, okay. I'll make some, and I'll prepare a table of dishes for you to come back. They were all hot just after serving." Mama Xu was delighted, she followed Bai Xuan's footsteps, and felt that the young master had lost some weight recently.

"Thank you Mama Xu." Bai Xuan sat in front of the empty dining table, facing a table of dishes, and ate by himself.

His cooking skills originated from Xu Ma, but unfortunately, his father was annoyed that he was too close to the nanny, and ordered Xu Ma not to teach him these useless things.If you have this skill, it is better to focus on improving your spiritual power.

However, he likes the process of food changing step by step from raw materials to delicious food in his hands, just like writing novels, watching the ups and downs of life formed by each word.He likes the sense of accomplishment, very much.

It's a pity that his father doesn't understand.It seems that no one can understand the environment in which he lives.

Bai Xuan munched on the noodles—the hand-rolled noodles specially made by Xu Ma, and thought: It's really amazing that I have traveled far for the first time in 25 years.If Meng Fanyun hadn't lost contact, would he have been trapped in the besieged city and lived like a puppet?It is very strange why I have been hiding in my own world, resisting everything around me, instead of taking a step forward bravely?Bai Xuan thought, maybe it's because he has always had the mentality of muddling through his whole life.

The house was covered with a thick layer of dust, Wang Xiaomo dug out the folded festive thick red quilt from the box, and hung it on the rope with difficulty.

Wang Xiaomo held the broom upside down, tapped it, and did not forget to show off: "Although we don't have heating in our house, we have a big quilt weighing fifteen catties. Taoze, let me tell you, the cotton in this quilt is me and me. Mom picked them out by herself, and peeled them one by one. In the big quilt workshop, I watched step by step from plucked cotton to big quilts. It’s much warmer than the tens of thousands of eiderdown quilts. Tao Ze, Let me tell you, it's as thick as a mountain when it's covered, and it's difficult to turn over. Hahahaha..."

A series of laughter sounded, Wang Xiaomo put his hands on his hips proudly: "It's great!"

Taking advantage of the good weather, Wang Xiaomo hurriedly put on the mattress, mattress and quilt, and went in and out of the house, sweating all over in the cold winter.

He wasn't surprised that the pouch wasn't sweating, Taoze's face was clean and white, with no sweat stains.

Wang Xiaomo asked Taoze: "Taoze, are you lazy in sweeping the yard? Why aren't you sweating?"

Taoze rested his wrist on the big bamboo broom, and posed a coquettish pose. The young man was graceful, but his words were full of dissatisfaction: "Brother Xiaomo, you need to see a doctor if you have bad eyesight. I swept the big yard and the house , I also held up a big bamboo broom and swept the cobwebs in the corner, a layer of ash piled up on my head, and I ate a layer of soil in my mouth... Look at the bag, you let him lie comfortably on the sofa and watch TV, saying Try to see if the cable channels are still available..."

Taoze's voice sounded like a wronged little daughter-in-law. For the past ten days of her life, washing dishes, mopping the floor, taking out garbage, and dirty work were all his.He knew that in this family, he was at the bottom of the food chain.

"Hahahahahaha, Hei Nang is still a child. I'm already very tired after sitting in the car for so long." Wang Xiaomo patted him on the shoulder to express his comfort.

Momozawa said dissatisfiedly: "I'm still underage..."

Wang Xiaomo looked at Tao Ze with a look of "little fool, how can a disgusting young man be compared with a cute baby", imitating the voice of Time Chicken, and comforted, "Young man, I will come to Hong Kong with you, young man wants more Only through tempering can we grow. Come on, don’t be idle, and clean up the bowl.”

Tao Ze held the broom and rattled.He took a deep breath and said to himself, this is his favorite Xiao Mo, it would not be good to slap him to death.

Finally, before dark, tidy up the house.Wang Xiaomo and Taoze sat slumped on the ground, put on their bags and thoughtfully boiled water with an electric kettle, and brought it to Wang Xiaomo.

"What about mine?" Tao Ze blinked aggrievedly, showing a bit of innocence.

"Heh." Xi Nang spit out a word lightly, allowing him to understand the true meaning of it.

"Let's take a bread mat. There's no salt, no oil, no vegetables. I'll take you to the fair tomorrow." Wang Xiaomo comforted.

The next day, Bai Xuan got up for a run at six as usual, and met his father Bai Yuncang downstairs.

"Father--"

Different from Bai Xuan's gentle and handsome appearance, which reveals a gentle manner, Bai Yuncang is tall and strong, with sharp eyes and thick eyebrows, showing strength and majesty everywhere.

"Do you still know how to come back? Are you enjoying yourself in Qindao? You don't even see your uncle when he goes." Bai Yuncang frowned and said in a stern tone, "What are you doing writing?"

"That's my job." Bai Xuan replied blankly.

"How much money can you earn? How big is the Bai family's family business? Can you provide some snacks? Even if you don't have spiritual power, you can always share your worries for your father and me in business. I have been working all night. Come back, do you know how much pressure I have!" Bai Yuncang said, "Who am I doing this for?"

Every father seems to like to say this sentence when he complains that his children are not good enough.In fact, he was only doing it for himself.Oh, at most it's for the inheritance of the ancestors... But what does it have to do with his son?

"First, I can earn money by writing articles, and I am not short of money. Second, it is more appropriate for my uncle to inherit the Bai family business. After all, I am a waste with no spiritual power, and I can't help you much. Three, I cherish my life." Bai Xuan suggested sincerely.

Bai Xuan's mother was the only daughter of a real estate tycoon. When she died, she specially made a will and gave all her assets to Bai Xuan. She hired a trust fund to manage them, and gave Bai Xuan income and dividends every year.Bai Xuan is a rich second generation with no shortage of money, his spiritual power is so weak that he can't get rid of it, and he is not interested in business, so he doesn't understand why his father has been harsh on him with things he can't do.

"You—" Bai Yuncang slapped the table, glaring, "If you weren't the only son, do you think I would take care of you?"

When Bai Xuan heard this sentence for the first time, she was still sad.Simply because he needs a son, and he happens to be his son.Instead of, ah, it's a good thing you're my son.

The more you listen, the more numb you become.He still couldn't answer: "Ah, if you weren't my father, do you think I would care about you?" Because this sentence would kill the word 'love'.