Good day and beautiful scenery

Seeing that I didn't speak, my father's face became more serious, and his eyes were like cold knives gouging out my flesh.

I didn't even dare to look at his face, and I couldn't find an excuse to get away, so I stood there with my head down, waiting for my dad's reprimand.

"Why, you're still dumb when you come back? Is it hard for you to open your mouth?" My dad really hasn't changed a bit to me. When I don't like it, it's wrong to say something, and it's wrong not to say it.

He really got angrier, snorted coldly, and said, "As far as your messy relationship is concerned, it's good to break it up as soon as possible. I will move back later, find a sensible woman to marry, and have a child. I don't believe that I can't change it." .”

I looked up at my dad.Suddenly I felt that after all these years, although I didn't have a deep relationship with him, I still knew him well.He has a traditional concept and a stubborn personality. For things that violate the laws of heaven and ethics, even after many years, his acceptance level cannot be higher than zero.

My father wanted me to break off the relationship with Shen Yan. Seven years ago, I thought it was unthinkable, and I would fight for it with death. Seven years later, I really broke up. It's not as painful as I thought at the beginning.

It's just that I want to find a woman to marry and have children. I'm afraid I won't be able to do it in my life, and I haven't thought about it at all.

"Haven't thought about it? Think about it now." My dad's fiery temper was stabbed by the words I used as an excuse and almost exploded, but he finally held back and gave me an order with a cold attitude, " Tomorrow, I will go to your uncle's house to pay New Year's greetings, and by the way, I will meet a girl who is a child of your uncle's friend's family, very nice."

"Dad, I can't go on a blind date..."

"It's nothing impossible. I'll go as soon as I say, and you don't think about those useless things." My dad's thick slap landed on the door panel. Although the sound was not loud, it made my skin ache.

My dad gave me a disgusted look and finally walked away. I held the door in a daze for a while, and then walked out.

My mother prepares meals in the kitchen.There are already a row of dishes on the cabinet next to the stove, and at first glance, there are really big fish and meat, with a greasy luster, and more or less red and green embellishments on them.

I remember that my mother used to say that Chinese New Year is a big event, and it only happens once a year, and you must eat to your heart's content.

But in the early years, what my mother said was just an ideal. The first is of course economic reasons, and the other is because my mother's craftsmanship is not very good.Of course things are different now.

Seeing me fascinated by the meat, my mother's heart has already turned nine twists and eighteen turns, and the eyes she looks at me are full of helplessness and distress.She used chopsticks to pick out a piece of rotten meat from a pile of dishes and handed it to my mouth, saying: "Don't you want to eat my dishes? This is braised pork. It has been stewed for three or four hours and is delicious. It's very good, try it."

I didn't answer it, just took a few deep breaths through my nose, and said with a smile that it smelled good.

My mother stared at me strangely: "Why don't you eat Xiang? The ones you eat in restaurants outside look good, but the ingredients are not as careful as your mother."

It's not that I don't want to eat, it's just that I feel tired of looking at my stomach, but I don't want to make my mother unhappy, so I smiled and said: "How can I eat the Chinese New Year's food first, my father will definitely say it again when he sees it."

My mother took a look at me, took back the chopsticks helplessly, washed them under the tap and put them away, and said helplessly: "Your father has a weird temper as he gets older. You can just listen to what he says, but don't worry about it." .”

I asked my mother if there was anything I could do for my help. She patted garlic on the chopping board and smiled at me without looking up: "Do you remember how to pick vegetables?"

I smiled and said nothing. I looked around on the ground and saw a handful of vegetable moss in a blue plastic bag, so I took it out and took it to the sink to wash.

As soon as the hands touched the water, they were so cold that they wanted to shrink back.This house is an old house, and the kitchen doesn't even have hot water.Fortunately, my mother has been using it like this, and I didn't think of installing one for her.

Sure enough, my mother also asked me if I would freeze it, so I told her my plan, but she refused as usual, saying why I wasted money.Speaking of this, she mentioned the speaker I bought her.

This time, I didn't blame me for not saving money. Instead, I said happily: "You don't know, Lao Li next door came to drink tea with Dad, saw that he was so envious, asked a lot, and said that those children in his family are all white-eyed wolves. .”

"Can you use it?" I asked my mother.In fact, I saw it when I entered the door in the morning, and it was not open, but I didn't have a chance to ask.

"Why not, your dad didn't go out yesterday, he took the instruction manual and fiddled with it. He showed it off to me in the afternoon, and I'll see it. Tell me about your dad, hey, just say you like it if you like it If you want to carry it, you deserve to be ridiculed by Lao Li."

Unlike my father, my mother can't stop chatting. She likes to talk, and she can talk about what she knows. Even when someone in the community quarreled over a clothesline a few days ago, she could talk with great interest.

I smiled and listened to the story, but I was thinking about something else. For a while, it was about my dad asking me to go on a blind date, and for a while, I was thinking about when to go back, so that my mother would not be sad and my dad would not bother me too much.

Thinking about it, I didn't pay attention to the sudden bleeding from my nose. It was my mother who came to wash my hands and saw it at a glance. She threw away the dishes I was washing in my hand and pushed me back a little so that she could take a closer look.

I raised my hand to wipe it, and there was indeed blood on my finger, but it was not so much, it might be a psychological effect, I felt a little dizzy, I pinched my nose, and tilted my neck back, and immediately the fishy sweetness entered my throat again inside.

"Stop raising your head, hurry up and cover your nose with this." At some point, my mother brought a wet towel and handed it to me. She was so worried that her voice changed, and she asked me what was going on, why was it plain? Nosebleed for no reason.

In fact, it's not for nothing, it's just that my mother doesn't know, and I don't intend to say it.At least not now.Compared with other things, I am most afraid of my mother crying in front of me.

The bleeding stopped after a while. My mother just breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing that I was angry, she sighed again and said that she didn't know how I've been through the past few years. That guy couldn't even take care of himself.

Just because of such a little blood, my mother refused to let me touch the water again, and urged me to lie down in the room, or go to the living room to watch TV with my father.I didn't go anywhere, I leaned against the wall and listened to my mother talking one after another.

I also took the initiative to tell her about my work. She didn't understand, but somehow felt that what I did was very powerful and had face.Only when it comes to overtime work, my mother is unwilling again, saying that there is no one like our boss who treats people like machines, so I will change jobs in the future and not work hard for him.

After chatting for more than ten minutes, my mother worried that I was tired and pushed me out of the kitchen decisively.

My dad was sitting on the sofa watching TV and looked towards us when he heard the sound.So my mother gave me a push on my back and said, "Go watch TV with your father and talk casually, the father and son can really become enemies."

My mother was right. Although my father is like that, he is my father after all. Can I hold grudges against him and not speak when we meet?

I listened to my mother, went to the sofa, and sat down on one arm.Only then did I realize that my dad was watching old movies. The third sister Liu from decades ago had watched them dozens of times.

After sitting down, I realized that my dad and I really have nothing to talk about. Even though we are close, there is actually a curtain wall between us, and he can't see me at all.

With nothing to say and nothing to do, I felt restless and turned my eyes to look around the room.This house is like mine. The plaster on the walls has turned yellow over the past few years, and along the walls, it has peeled off in several places.

It's not surprising that the house is so old, but in this house, I gradually noticed the difference, and even the strange thing is that there is not a single photo, no matter who it is.

I sat on the sofa for a while and felt a little tired. My stomach, which has not eaten much, was probably stimulated by the piece of braised pork, and now it is also aching.I stood up silently and went back to the room.

After finding the medicine and taking it, I lay back on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, feeling drowsy and sleepy again.Actually fell asleep.

It seems to be dreaming of the happy and unhappy times spent in this house before.There was nothing special about the rest, but when I suddenly heard a voice calling my brother with a smile, my heart was instantly enveloped in endless sadness.

I don't know how long I slept, but my mother woke me up by patting my face.I was sleepy, and my vision was blurred. I struggled for a while before I could see my mother's worried face clearly.

"Do you want to eat?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was hoarse again, and he coughed desperately twice to make a sound.

My mother asked me, "Did you have a nightmare?"

I shook my head, my mother looked at me sadly for a while, and then asked something else: "Didn't you say that the man is not coming? Why did he come here suddenly?"

After taking the medicine, my reaction would always be slower. I groped for a long time at what my mother said, but I didn't understand what she meant.I sat up on the bed, leaned against the head of the bed and asked my mother who was coming.

"Surnamed Shen." My mother already had a bad impression of Shen Yan, so that she didn't even say his name.

But why did Shen Yan come back?Moreover, what else is he here for?

I shook my head numbly, the very bad premonition in my mind couldn't be lingered no matter what.