[Bottle Evil Doujin] Generation Gap

The day before Lidong, my mother hung up the phone and asked me to go home for dinner tomorrow, and she would make dumplings for me.I thought I hadn't been home for a long time, and immediately agreed, and asked her if she could bring a friend home. My mother's tone jumped several times in an instant, and she hung up the phone happily, saying that she had to get ready.

It wasn't until I realized that she seemed to have misunderstood it. She probably thought that I was bringing a girlfriend. I didn't bother to call back to explain this trivial matter. I'll know it's not when I see her tomorrow.

In fact, I don’t even know what day Lidong is. If my mother doesn’t call, I guess Sunday will pass by in a daze. It’s Lidong. No wonder it’s getting colder and colder recently. I don’t even want to open the door.

Poker bottle is like the bottle cork frozen every day, hibernating in a chair all day long, if I don't call him, he will be there forever.Once Wang Meng came back and was startled, because Poker Fing's posture was exactly the same as when he went out in the morning, he thought the little brother had died secretly.

I told Poker-Face in advance, if he doesn’t want to go to my house, it’s hard to say: “Brother, tomorrow Lidong, my mother will let me go home to eat dumplings, will you go? The vegetarian dumplings are a must, how about it?"

Poker bottle asked: "What do you want to prepare?"

I immediately said: "No, no, what else to prepare, just bring a mouth for dinner at home."

He nodded, as if he was a little ignorant, and then I remembered that he actually had no childhood and parents. Everything I took for granted was hard for him to touch. He might know the details but couldn’t understand. After all, going home is a very mysterious thing. .

Compared with many people involved in this matter, I am undoubtedly lucky. I have lived an ordinary life for at least [-] years, although my three views were shattered and rebuilt later.

I feel a little sad for him, and I don't know what to say. He has lived for so many years, but he has lived for himself for a few days. He has known so many things but few things are related to him. To keep new memories, he can only remember some old things from his childhood. The only thing he can't forget is probably some of his responsibilities and secrets as a member of the Zhang family, as well as the organs and skills of Xiadou.

It is like a computer that will automatically format the disk when it is turned off. Except for the factory programs stored in the C drive, other things will disappear as soon as the user turns off the computer.He can't remember what he wants to remember, and he can't forget what he doesn't want to remember. What kind of fuck is this.

Shen Congwen said that it is unfortunate for a person to remember too many things, it is also unfortunate to know too many things, and it is also unfortunate to experience too many things.When I saw this sentence, I was scratching my head and wanting to know everything. At that time, I just glanced at it and scoffed, thinking that it is unfortunate to know too much?Those who don't know everything are the most unfortunate, and they can't be an understanding ghost even after death.

Now that I know everything, experience everything, and remember everything, I understand the meaning behind this sentence.Sometimes some people don't want you to know too much, maybe it's really for your own good, because once these memories are engraved in the bones, they can't be plucked out again unless the bones and flesh are cut off together.

I sat with Poker Ping all afternoon. He kept staring at the potted plant on the windowsill. I gave it to him. In spring, there will be beautiful little flowers with yellow stamens and white petals. They are small and cute. .

On a whim, I asked Poker-Face if he would forget me again in the future, he hesitated and said no, if he wanted to, he could still remember some things.I guess it was a very painful process. It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember it. If you want to forget it, forget it. Anyway, we live together now. It’s good to know each other again. If you don’t remember, I will prepare a speech every morning. Read it to you as soon as you open your eyes.

I can't make up for Poker-Face's lost childhood, so I have to try my best to give him a peaceful old age and let him live the peaceful life of ordinary people with me. Although the mentality will never go back, but because of this, I know how to cherish—— We understand better than most that it is hard to live freely.

The morning of the winter solstice is really cold. I have been very afraid of the cold in the past few years. I have no choice but to put on a down jacket early, but no matter how I wrap it, it is still thin and long.

I didn't feel like driving in cold weather, so I took a taxi with me. I got home at 09:30 in the morning. My mother was a little surprised when she opened the door. She probably thought I wouldn't arrive until noon.

I introduced Poker Bottle who was following me: "Dad, Mom, this is my friend, Zhang Qiling, just call him Xiao Zhang."

I originally wanted to say that you called him Lao Zhang, but then I saw that Poker-Face’s face looked smaller than mine, so I had to change my mind. This face that never ages is a bit enviable, not to mention the appearance of the tomb robbers. The more ordinary the better, why is he still a little handsome.

My father also ran over when he heard the movement at the door, his expression changed obviously when he saw Poker Bottle, but he thought he was hiding it well.My parents never cared about the things in my shop, and they didn't go to my shop during this time, so they didn't know that there was an extra person in my shop.

As soon as I saw my father's expression, I knew that he must know Poker Ping. He is not as rich as my second uncle and third uncle. His skill can see through what he is thinking minute by minute.

He must have seen Poker Ping, and even knew some aspects of him, maybe he followed his grandfather to ask this uncle for New Year's money when he was young.I have a subtle perverted pleasure in my heart, feeling that the vengeance has been avenged, and asking you to accompany them to plot against your own son deserves to be shocked.

My mother didn't respond to Poker Ping, but she was a little disappointed that I didn't bring a girlfriend this time, and quickly adjusted my mentality, and entertained him warmly: "Oh, Xiao Zhang, come in, come in, Auntie will bring you slippers!"

Of course my mother is happy, I haven't had such a "normal" friend for many years, or I haven't brought friends home for many years, she would be happier if it was a woman, and a man would do just fine.

Poker-Face didn't care that my mother took advantage of his seniority, but he didn't open his mouth to shout, just nodded as a greeting, changed his shoes and stood in the cloakroom to take off his scarf and coat.I don't mind it, as soon as he yells, he'll call my parents off again, so it's better to keep the cork on.

I came too early, and the dumplings were just a bunch of raw materials. My dad likes pork and celery dumplings, so my mother bought pork too.She doesn't like to eat minced meat minced by machine, but likes to chop it by hand. She was very happy to see me, a young laborer, come and asked me to wash my hands and chop the minced meat for her.

I thought to myself, isn't this just the right thing to put on the muzzle, and I immediately rushed to the oil bottle to wash my hands and chop the stuffing. My mother was not happy when she saw it: "You kid is lazy, do you have a guest who comes to the door for the first time and asks someone to go to the kitchen?" Xiao Zhang, don’t do it, let Xiao Xie do it, and Auntie will wash the apples for you to eat.”

I said it's okay, he doesn't pay attention, he likes to chop stuffing, Poker Ping put on his apron silently, holding two kitchen knives that have been polished to a high degree of brilliance, and saw a moment of raising and lowering the knives, the pork squeaked It turned into mud, he has a very good grasp of strength, and his posture is also very eye-catching.

I thought to myself that this is very good, mastering a handicraft, if the two of us are down in the future, he can sell pork, and a bunch of little girls will come here as soon as we take off our shirts.

My mother was not very happy to see me stand aside with my hands in my hands, as if the landlord was exploiting the people, so she asked me to scavenge the vegetables, chop them with the pork, and especially asked me not to throw away all the celery leaves , the nutrients are all on the leaves.

I found that when women reach a certain age, they will definitely be obsessed with health programs. I once watched my mother make a glass of raw celery juice when I went home, and my father drank it without changing his face. Since then Have a sense of awe for him.

There is a bottle of stuffing oil, and the matter of chopping stuffing is not easy. After chopping, he is not tired at all, and he seems to be a little bit unsatisfied. I thought about asking him to mix the noodles. After all, he has strong hands, and the noodles must be very strong. road.

That's right, he has developed a second job, selling steamed buns seems to be quite good.

As soon as I took the flour out, I noticed Pokerfase's nails. His nails had grown a bit long. He was holding a bowl to scoop out the flour, and the flour had already seeped into his nails.

When I saw his nails, I felt uncomfortable. In fact, Pokerfing’s nails and hair grow very slowly. I don’t know if this has something to do with the Zhang family’s longevity. Anyway, I have to cut my hair once a month, and he has three months. Not necessarily.

I always forgot to cut his nails since he grew slowly. He didn’t seem to feel any inconvenience in growing his nails, and he never said that he cut them on his own initiative. The long ones can't grow any longer, and I gnaw them all off with my mouth.

When I think of his nails protruding into the dough when kneading the dough, some of the flour will be scooped out and stick to the nails, and then kneaded back into the dough when kneading again, I feel very uncomfortable in my stomach. Comfortable.

I'm not a clean freak, but when I think of how many bloody corpses his nails have strangled and how many pieces of flesh and blood have been stained, I don't want to think about it anymore.

I shouted at the top of my voice, "Mom! Where are our nail clippers left?"

My mother is doing the laundry, she likes to do some cleaning on Sundays, she wiped her hands on her apron, took the nail clippers from the small cabinet, and said: "Don't cut your nails like the kitchen. , go to the living room and get a napkin to put it on, don’t always be like your dad, cut it and fly around, I just mopped the floor!”

My dad used to be busy in the kitchen at this time, but now he and I are squeezed out of the kitchen, so he can only sit in the living room and watch TV. Listening to my mother's scolding, he pretends not to hear it, and pretends to watch the TV news Mesmerized.

I pulled Poker Bottle and sat down on the sofa, put a napkin on it, grabbed his hands and cut his nails little by little.His hands are slender and slender, but they are actually very ugly. The high-intensity training has made every bone in his hands deformed, and thick calluses are all over every finger pulp. scars.

I thought that the hands on my neck were enough to show off, men's medals and so on, but when I saw Poyoufeng's whole body, I was just a child's play.Before he came back, I always thought that the current me could catch up with him. Only when he came back did I realize that it was impossible in this life. Fortunately, now he has learned to wait for me, and will give me a hand when I am exhausted.

The only thing that can be seen is probably his nails. They are very standard and not crooked. I can cut them very symmetrical and round with one cut. I am satisfied with the small knife on the back of the nail clipper.

My dad was sitting next to me, watching me cut Poker Ping's nails with a complicated expression, I can probably guess what he was thinking, it seemed very unbalanced to him, I have never cut his nails to serve him So thoughtful and attentive.But to be honest, according to Poker Ping's age, there is nothing unbalanced about him, after all, this person is already at the level of an ancestor.

After trimming my nails, I let Poker Ping make dough without worry. After making the dough, I asked him if he could roll the dumpling wrappers. He shook his head. He probably hadn’t eaten dumplings a few times. I immediately regained my confidence and was proud of myself. He took the rolling pin triumphantly, wanting to show off a small hand.

I am a person who will inevitably be embarrassed when I am proud. I rolled the dumpling wrapper into a rectangle and had several holes. Poker Fing obviously knows what a normal dumpling wrapper looks like, so I am not good either. Believe him, after all, he just has amnesia and will not become stupid.

My mother came out of the laundry and saw the dough I rolled out. She laughed angrily and pushed me away: "Look at what you made, it's a waste of noodles? Let's open it."

My mother rolls the dumpling wrappers very quickly. One turn of the rolling pin makes one sheet. The shape is very round and the thickness is just right.Before my mother called, my dad had already moved a small stool over and started making dumplings. He was still a little uncomfortable facing Boyouping, but if he didn't come to make dumplings, my mother would make him even more uncomfortable.

In order to get rid of the past shame, I started to teach Poker Ping to make dumplings, but the shape of my dumplings is a bit funny, Poker Ping obviously won’t refer to it, he won’t be so tasteless, he refers to my dad’s bag, and The package is more standard and beautiful than his.His fingers are so flexible that he can search for the dragon's acupuncture point and go down to cook in the kitchen. His dexterity is amazing, and he can hold a dumpling between his fingers.

This kind of craftsmanship has undoubtedly been highly praised by my mother, and at the same time it sets off the incompetence of me and my father. Maybe she regrets why she married my father and gave birth to a child like me.

In all fairness, Boyoufeng seems to be very easy to raise, in fact he is very easy to raise, but the process of getting along with him will be a bit complicated. I have spent a lot of effort to make him grow stronger, and it is also very good to be able to raise him so well It's not easy, it's really a bitter tear.

Eating dumplings in Lidong is said to be "the time of Jiaozi". Lunar New Year's Eve is the turn of the old year and New Year, and Lidong is the turn of autumn and winter. Mom believed in this very much, and cooked a large table full of dishes. She also knew my physical condition, and half of them were light side dishes to take care of my prematurely aging stomach.

I took Poker Ping's bowl to fill him with dumplings, and said, "Brother, you must try this. My mother's dumpling fillings are amazing. I can eat two bowls now!"

Boyouping took it silently, and I filled it for my parents, and finally I was myself. Although I said I could eat two bowls, my stomach couldn't accept it, and I only filled less than ten.

If I can't eat it myself, I like to watch other people eat it, especially Poker Oil Bottle. He feels as if I have eaten it myself.He still has the same virtue, he just eats whatever is in the bowl, so I had no choice but to keep picking up vegetables for him, and I would like to introduce these dishes by the way, wishing to open his mouth and stuff them directly into his stomach, but he was not fed out It is a lesson learned from Yan, so I follow the principle of a small number of times.

I have been doing this very smoothly, and I don't think there is anything wrong, but it seems that this is not the case in my mother's eyes. She hesitated and asked: "Xiao Xie, is there something wrong with Xiao Zhang's arm?" ah……?"

"Nope." I busily peeled a hard-boiled egg and put it in the bowl of the stuffy oil bottle, and said casually, "Didn't you make dumplings just now? Mom, you don't know, he is very honest, you don't give it to him." He won't eat vegetables if it's nothing, don't worry about him, just eat your own food, Dad, don't just pick and choose meat, eat a la carte."

My dad was very speechless about my concern for sneaking in, so he ignored my words and continued to stuff mutton into his mouth. He must have been tortured by my mother's health-preserving ideas for too long, and he hasn't seen meat for a long time.

I have done a thorough research on Poker Bottle recently, and I can see some of his psychology from his unchanging expression, such as which one does he like to eat when there are so many dishes on the table, and he just chooses what he likes Clip him.

I was thinking about writing a paper for publication in the future, and the title was on how to get along well with Poker Bottle.

After the meal, my mother washed the fruit, and the four of us sat in the living room and chatted, specifically talking to my parents, while Boyouping sat and listened.In fact, I haven't chatted with my parents for a long time, but after all, they are biological, and there will be no sense of distance.

While chatting, I wanted to go to the toilet a little bit, but I didn't dare to put the Poker Bottle with my parents alone, for fear of embarrassment.It's not that I'm afraid of embarrassment, but I'm afraid that my parents will be embarrassed. This master probably doesn't know how to write the word embarrassing in his life.

But people have three urgencies. I went to the toilet for 15 minutes. When I came back, the air in the living room was [-]% heavy. Poker-face looked as usual, but my parents were so embarrassed that they couldn’t even speak. They probably haven't seen such a person as Poker-Face, and they seem to have seen a savior when they saw me back.

I saw a lot of old photos under the glass of the coffee table, so I asked my mother, "Why are there so many photos under the coffee table? I haven't seen some of them. Where did I get them from?"

My mother said: "I forgot about these photos. They belong to your grandparents. They were swept out of the cabinet a few days ago after cleaning, and they were taken out to spread the mold."

The photos are in color and black and white, most of them are my grandparents, and a small part are my father and my second and third uncles. When I was young, I found it very interesting to look at them one by one. In those days, film was very expensive, and only for birthdays. Only then will I go to a photo studio to take a picture.

I even saw a very funny photo. It was a photo of my second uncle wearing the emperor's clothes with red paint on his face when he was a child. It was so silly and funny. Blackmail him.But when I think of my second uncle's methods, I feel that my braids are far more than this picture, so I should stop doing this kind of thing that kills one hundred enemies and hurts eight thousand.

Looking at it, I found a very interesting photo, which was taken on the street. My grandfather was quite young at that time, wearing very contemporary clothes.The photo was quite ordinary and nothing special. What attracted me was the little back of my grandfather, a very vague figure of a passer-by, with only the back of the head and half of the body.

I recognized it immediately, it was Poker Fing's back, I didn't expect that at my grandfather's age, he was already active near the Old Nine Gates.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, Poker Ping is the one who really harmed three generations of Zhongliang in my family. Not only did I not beat him up, but I offered him up like an ancestor, so this is a world that looks at faces, and there is no way.

While chatting with my parents, I was also paying attention to Poker Bottle, not because I was afraid that he would be bored, but because I was afraid that he would be sleepy.Poker Ping lived too much in comfort, so he developed some habits that seemed luxurious in the past. For example, he would start to take a nap for about half an hour. Sleep in my bed for a while.

I considered whether to buy a folding bed for him. After all, the sofa is really uncomfortable. To be honest, he likes to sleep so much. I should give him a more comfortable sleeping environment. Unfortunately, the space in my small shop is really limited, so I can’t give him one. Make a KINGSIZE or something.

I saw that it was almost time for him to take a nap, so I said to take him back to my room and let him sleep on my bed for a while, he was not polite, just nodded, I greeted my parents and brought him back I'm in the house.

My house has not been lived in for a long time, but my mother will still clean it up very clean, and the quilt on the bed will be changed for me according to the season, and I will wash and dry it according to the time. It smells warmer than me. The bed I sleep on now is clean and tidy.

In fact, thinking about it, I feel sorry for my parents, but it's a pity that people can't help themselves in the arena.

Pokerfing's quality of sleep is always enviable to me. As soon as he lay on the bed, he breathed evenly. When I tucked him in, my mother came in. She didn't expect Pokerfing to sleep so fast, so she said softly: "Little Xie, come out, I have something to tell you alone."

I guess my mother still wants to talk about my personal problems, the only thing is different from what I think, that is, my mother looks like she wants to cry. I haven’t seen her like this for many years. Back then, I knew that I was suicidally attacking her I didn't do this before, I was a little panicked, so I asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

She asked me: "Are you going to live like this? I know you're too old, and I can't control you anymore. You've been busy with big things for so many years, and Mom doesn't bother you, but isn't everything over now, Mom?" I introduced so many good girls to you, why don't you think you like any of them..."

I was a little distressed: "Mom, don't worry about this matter, I'm not in the mood recently..."

"You always say you're not in the mood, so how will you live in the future?"

"I'll just live like this from now on, and there's nothing wrong with it. Mom, you know that people like me don't harm other girls. If I marry someone, I will hurt them. I think I'm living a good life now. Don't you See if I’ve gotten a little fatter lately?” I patted my stomach and found that there was actually no meat there, so I pinched my face again: “Look, it’s all meat, isn’t it?”

My mother glanced at the direction of my house, and asked hesitantly, "That Xiao Zhang, is he living with you now?"

My reflex arc has always been very long, so I didn't realize the meaning behind my mother's question at the time, and said stupidly: "Yeah, my little brother lives with me now, mom, you don't know, except me here He has no other place to go, he saved me many times in the past, you can't be ungrateful, right?"

"Then what will you do in the future? Are you going to live with him forever? What will you do when you get old? What will you do if you don't have children? Who will take care of you when you two get old?"

I continued to pretend to be dead: "Old? You still live by the West Lake when you are old, how healthy you are, the two old men take a walk with a bird every day to make potted plants or something, my child... Actually, Mom, you know that our family has been doing this business, it's hard to say It's a bit of a sin, so I don't want children very much."

Not to mention the future, now we are living like old people, and those old men outside who walk around all day are more energetic than us.And at the age of Pokerfinger, in another 40 years, it will be estimated that I will be as old as I am now, and I found that although my body is riddled with holes, my appearance is not any older, look On the contrary, she is younger than her real age.

My blood has the same effect as Pokerfinger's blood at some point, that Master Liang once said that I may have eaten Qilin Dried, that thing seems to have the effect of prolonging life, if I really ate it, maybe I will It is due to it that he is still alive now, and it is a bit too early to think about retirement or something.

I comforted my mother: "Mom, don't think too much. There are many people in foreign countries who are not married, and they are doing well. Now I am bored...cough, living with my brother is very good."

My mother's expression was very complicated. I couldn't see what her expression was like for a while, she was a little bit like crying and a little bit like laughing. Finally, she made a very relieved expression, stretched out her hand and touched my face, A little choked up: "Okay, it's up to you, your dad and I are not pedantic people, as long as you are happy, as long as you can be good, mom will not ask for anything..."

I couldn't understand what she was feeling, so I smiled.

After waiting for a long, long time, I really understood what my mother said at the time. Unfortunately, it was too late, and I couldn’t pull it out even if I stepped into the thief’s boat. Naturally, I lost the confidence to argue , I sold myself again.