Good day and beautiful scenery

The couplets in our family were written by my father himself.He was fond of calligraphy in his early years, and he mostly practiced calligraphy in his room when he was preparing lessons, and by the way, he also accompanied Zhou Jingwen and me.

Because I have loved drawing and painting since I was a child, it is not difficult for me to practice calligraphy.Zhou Jingwen is different. He is extroverted and active. Basketball is his favorite. It is difficult to sit still for two hours.

In order to cope with my father's inspection, Zhou Jingwen used a lot of brains, and then got annoyed, so he didn't even use his brains. When he came back from outside in the evening, he used the basketball under my desk without washing his hands, and snatched my copybook Tell me to take a look, and tear it up after reading it with a smile.

Zhou Jingwen insisted that my dad would not punish everyone, but my dad obviously thought farther than us. Not only would he be punished if he could not complete the homework, but he would not accept the force of the stick he swung down.

But while playing, my dad really suddenly changed his mind and stopped asking us to practice calligraphy.Later, I heard from my mother that my father secretly watched Zhou Jingwen play basketball, and finally believed that his talent was not in calligraphy, so he died of his ambition to cultivate a generation of calligraphers.

After Zhou Jingwen was pardoned, my father's interest in supervising me gradually faded, and it finally ended in a certain section of my exam at school.And my calligraphy level also stops here.

Shen Yan seems to have studied calligraphy quite a bit.I knew nothing of this before, and never saw him write.

It's just that my dad has a habit of listening to people comment on his works. Under the pressure of being kicked out, Shen Yan actually spoke clearly and logically. Even when I stood by and listened, I had to Marvel at his ability to coax people.

My dad was praised very well, although his face was still cold, his voice softened a lot, he squeezed a few words out of his teeth unwillingly, saying that it was rare for young people to understand these things.

As usual, Shen Yan looked humble: "My brother likes to collect calligraphy and paintings of famous people. After listening to him a lot, he naturally understands a little bit. Uncle's calligraphy is powerful and elegant. It doesn't take decades for him to be able to do so with ease."

Have a group dinner.

Shen Yan also came to the table, my dad didn't say anything, so naturally I didn't care.But the atmosphere is still a bit weird.

On the square table, my mother is sitting opposite me, and my father is opposite Shen Yan.As for his seat, only Zhou Jingwen used to sit there.

My dad probably thought of this all of a sudden. He didn't have a good face in the first place, but now it's even worse. He doesn't have a word or a expression. He really looks like someone owes him tens of millions of money.

The person who owes my dad is undoubtedly me.I knew it very well in my heart, so I tightened my tail even more to be a man.It's just that I forgot that if my dad wanted to catch me, even if I sewed my mouth shut, he would still be able to catch me.

"Good food and good food are being served, who do you want to show your face to!" My dad slapped the chopsticks on the table, "If you pick and choose, get out if you don't eat."

My mother protected me, and immediately pushed me back: "Here it is again! I just want to ask, will you let people have a good New Year?" She still didn't forget to send it to the plate in front of me. A piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, and persuaded me with a smile, "The specially selected imported ingredients are said to be easy to remove the bone, and the meat is particularly fragrant. You should eat more."

Looking at the piles of vegetables that had already piled up, I felt troubled. I wanted to persuade my mother to eat less, but I couldn't bear to ignore her kindness. I wanted to force myself to eat a few more bites, but my stomach protested more violently than my father.

"Dad, Mom..."

"Uncle, don't blame Xiao Jing, he just felt sick to his stomach yesterday, I'm afraid he won't be able to digest it if he eats too much." Shen Yan finally has good eyesight, and with the recent explosion of acting skills, he looks like anything he can act.

While pretending to understand me very well, he moved the plate in front of me to him with a smile, then scooped up another bowl of soup and handed it to me, saying: "Auntie, this soup is very fresh, I will learn it later Learn, you can drink whenever you want."

Staying old is also a painful thing.

But what hurts me is that I don't know how much of my dad's attitude towards me now is because of Shen Yan, or just because he doesn't like me.

The four of them watched TV with their own concerns. This year's Spring Festival Gala was even more nonsensical than last year. The sketches were blunt but forced to make people laugh. The magic trick made me feel embarrassed through the screen.I couldn't see half of it, so I finally couldn't bear it anymore and planned to go back to my room to sleep.

My mother quickly followed, stood by the bed and asked me how to arrange Shen Yan.

I just realized that there is still this real problem.There are only three rooms in my house, one for my parents, one for me and Zhou Jingwen.Let Shen Yan live in Zhou Jingwen's house, I guess my dad will be the first to jump out and get angry.But let him share the bed with me, not to mention that my dad also has opinions, I can't turn this corner in my heart.

"He sleeps here, and I sleep in Wenwen's room." I said, this is almost the only choice that can satisfy both.

My mother obviously thought about it too, she only came to ask me because she was willing to respect my opinion, seeing my answer, she first breathed a sigh of relief, but her eyes slowly turned red, and said in a low voice: "If it really doesn't work, let him sleep in the living room. "

I smiled and shook my head: "It's okay."

I haven't been in Zhou Jingwen's room since he left, and it has been more than ten years now.

After such a long time, the memory has turned yellow and broken, but unexpectedly the things in the house are well preserved. The things that Zhou Jingwen used in the past, such as basketball, sports shoes, clothes and textbooks, are almost all in their original places.

I froze in the middle of the room, everything in front of me brought back infinite memories, and I felt suffocated as if my internal organs had been knocked out of place by the memory.

Zhou Jingwen is gone, but I am still here.

My mother was lowering her head to help me make the bed. At this moment, she also paused and sat down on the edge of the bed leaning against the other end of the desk. She took out a book and casually flipped through it, saying in a choked voice: "These should have been thrown away long ago. I can not let it go……"

As if being slapped in the face, I suddenly woke up from a dream, endured the burning feeling on my face, went to my mother and sat down next to her, and called her softly, "Mom."

My mother wiped her eyes, raised her head and smiled at me, shook her head and said, "I'm fine, he's gone all the time, and I can still think of him as a lifetime. Many things in this room are not the original ones. And This bed has also been replaced, see if you can sleep."

"Mom, I'm sorry..." Apart from this, I can't think of anything else to say.

But my mother patted my hand, and said half sadly and half comfortingly: "What silly words! If your brother is still here, I don't know how happy I would be today. He has been so fond of clinging to you since he was a child...Look at me, man Don't take it to heart when you're old, and you talk upside down."

I endured the discomfort in my heart and smiled at my mother: "I haven't forgotten him."

My mother was stunned, sighed softly, and said, "Forget it, you have your own life, don't let him..."

"I won't." I held my head, my throat choked, "He is my younger brother, I will never forget him."

"Why bother." My mother stretched out her hand and hugged me, "Go to bed early. I'll go to your uncle's place tomorrow. There are a lot of kids and things to do. I'm afraid you won't be able to stand the quarrel all day."

My mother let me go and took the door out. I was still sitting on the bedside, with the textbook my mother took out and forgot to put back in front of me. I opened a few pages. Zhou Jingwen’s handwriting was not much, and the notes were only a few sporadic notes. .

I remember his handwriting, I remember his crooked figure when he likes to prop his chin with his left hand when writing, I remember he twisted the ballpoint pen between his fingertips, and suddenly stopped and smiled at me.

"Brother, are you stupid? You can't remember after writing so many words. What's the use?"

I suddenly hoped that he could write more words at that time, even if it was just scribbling.Rubbing his chest and looking out of the window, in the dark sky that is so thick that it cannot be opened, there are fireworks in full bloom from time to time, and it is too late to freeze, and then they are fleeting.