On the rebirth of the scumbags

He heard Meng Jiang talking nonsense all of a sudden.

Lu Yandong's birthday is in mid-December, which is the coldest time of the year and also happens to be his busiest time.

The final stage of the semester is always the most eventful. After all, the final exam is coming soon, and he is not the only one. Basically, the classmates around him may be busy.

And he had been away from the books for several years in his previous life, and now he was picking them up again, but fortunately, Lu Yandong didn't return all the things he learned to the teacher.

Every day can be said to be soaked in the pile of books, the teacher draws the key points very broadly, anyway, the whole book is the key points.Lu Yandong was studying for the exam every day at school, and he would also review when he came back at night.

And Meng Jiang was probably afraid of disturbing him, so he deliberately lowered the sound of walking a lot, brought him water, basically either hot milk or honey water, and occasionally came over to help him squeeze his shoulders.

Lu Yandong was so busy here that he had long forgotten his own birthday. December [-]th was not a weekend. Lu Yandong only realized it was his birthday when he saw the cake on the table after returning home.

Meng Jiang bought cakes and made longevity noodles for him.

Because Lu Yandong was studying at school until very late that day, Meng Jiang also waited for him until very late that day, for fear that the noodles would be lumpy if he ordered them early, and the noodles would be cooked after he went back.

"Actually... I don't really care about birthdays."

Although Lu Yandong did not pay much attention to various festivals including his own birthday, the truth is true, but if someone really misses him in advance, it will inevitably move Lu Yandong.

Meng Jiang would celebrate his birthday every year in his previous life.At that time, Lu Yandong would have doubts from the bottom of his heart, why would he treat him so well?

The lights in the room had been turned off after the candles were lit. The two of them were sitting around the coffee table. There was only a light source in the room, and the candlelight from the birthday candles danced on Meng Jiang's face.

Lu Yandong closed his eyes and silently made a wish, opened his eyes again and blew out the candle, leaned over in the darkness and kissed Meng Jiang proactively.

The phrase "Happy birthday..." that Meng Jiang originally wanted to say was forced into his mouth. After his eyes adapted to the light, he could already see part of the outline. What's more, they were so close that Lu Yandong could see it. Roll up and down to Meng Jiang's Adam's apple.

"Thank you……"

He heard Meng Jiang talking nonsense all of a sudden.

-

Lu Yandong called his hometown for the first time after his rebirth.

Because they don't have a phone at home, they need to call the public phone of the canteen outside first, and then the people in the canteen will call his father to answer the phone, which is very troublesome.

In his previous life, Lu Yandong hadn't had much contact with his hometown since he came out, so he deliberately didn't think about his own origin. In addition, his relationship with his father was indeed not very good, so it's okay to say that he was a stranger.

Anyway, basically Lu Yandong fends for himself. When he is hungry, he cooks, washes and sleeps by himself. Occasionally, Meng Jiang will come to bring him food, or other kind neighbors in the village will help take care of him.

Memories about my hometown are basically gray and fuzzy.

The only one who remembers clearly is Meng Jiang.

His father had a thick dialect accent, he called him by name, asked him how he was doing, said a few words dryly and then hung up.Lu Yandong heard that the voice was quite healthy, so he didn't take it to heart, thinking that if he is free during Chinese New Year, maybe... he can go and see it.

Unexpectedly, two days later, Lu Yandong received another call from the landline of the canteen in their hometown. The person on the other end told him that his father was going to die, and asked if Lu Yandong could go back, at least to see him one last time.

He chatted with the proprietress of the canteen, and halfway he asked about the young man who used to call his father from time to time to say hello. He didn't know that Meng Jiang would call his family and his father every year during the holidays, and told him about Lu Yandong. current situation.

Meng Jiang never told Lu Yandong about these things.

When he answered the phone, Lu Yandong was at school. The final exam had just finished that day. Some of the students around were discussing where to go during the winter vacation, and some were answering the questions. In short, it was very noisy.

Lu Yandong bought some fruits on the way home. There are very few kinds of fruits in winter, and there are only a few that come and go, but neither he nor Meng Jiang are picky eaters.

He bought some casually, and when he was downstairs, before he went upstairs, he inadvertently looked up and saw that the balcony window of the house he rented was brightly lit.

Hmm...Meng Jiang is waiting for him at home.

For no reason, Lu Yandong's chest was full of warmth, as if there was a little bit of the concept of home in a vague way.

He took a deep breath and went upstairs.

-

After returning home, Lu Yandong talked to him about the phone number from his hometown. He didn't actually mean to question him, but Meng Jiang pulled Lu Yandong's hand and explained to him: "Actually, I didn't call Uncle Lu on my own initiative, it was Uncle Lu. After you left, I always wanted to know about your situation, and then..."

"What's more... At that time, Uncle Lu also took some of your high school tuition. After he gave me the money, he told me not to tell you..." Meng Jiang suddenly realized something, "Why did Yan Dong suddenly ask?" This? Did something happen at home?"

"..." Lu Yandong didn't know how to describe his feelings, "Oh, a call from my hometown said he had some kind of illness and was dying, let me go back and have a look."

"Is it serious? Why don't we go back and have a look?" Meng Jiang remembered that Lu Yandong didn't like his father very much, so he looked at Lu Yandong's face, "Uncle Lu... oh..."

"I didn't say I couldn't go back. When the time comes, we go back together. You should also go back to see your parents, right?"

It seems that Meng Jiang has more than one child in his family. He seems to have an older sister and an older brother. Both Meng Jiang's parents are honest farmers.

In Lu Yandong's memory, Meng Jiang's father seemed to be a carpenter with a pretty good handicraft, and his mother was also very kind. Anyway, the couple are pretty good.

In the eyes of Lu Yandong when he was a child, giving him food meant that he was a good person. Although he didn't remember what Meng Jiang's parents looked like, Lu Yandong remembered that Meng Jiang's height followed his father's.

-

In the second week of the winter vacation, the two of them embarked on the journey back to their hometown from Jingzhao City. The winter in Jingzhao was already quite cold, but their hometown was even colder.

Along the way, you have to take a train to their city first, then transfer to a bus to their county, finally take that kind of van to their town, and finally transfer to their village on a three-wheeled ride that is extremely bumpy.

The road conditions were bad, and it almost knocked Lu Yandong to pieces. In addition, he was a little motion sick when he was on the bus, and he was in a bad mood, almost paralyzed in Meng Jiang's arms.

Meng Jiang saw that Lu Yandong was suffering, and he also felt uncomfortable, coaxing him all the time, "It's okay, we'll be there soon."

They wanted to ride a motorcycle that day, but after waiting for a long time, they had to take three rounds.

There is no place on it, and it is originally for shopping, so it is naturally hard and cold to sit on, "Yandong sit on my lap."

After finally getting off three rounds, they arrived at the entrance of their village, and they had to walk a long way to get home. It may have rained the day before, and the roads in the village were more difficult than usual and muddy.

But being here is completely far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Lu Yandong can see all the neat terraced fields at a glance. The cold air enters the lungs through the nasal cavity, and Lu Yandong is shivering from the cold.

He did know it was cold, but he didn't expect it to be this cold, and there was still unmelted snow in the field.

Lu Yandong was holding a bag in his hand, and a larger suitcase was at Meng Jiang's place. As he was walking, he turned his head and told Lu Yandong to walk slowly so as not to fall.

He sent Lu Yandong home first, and then returned to his house. Anyway, the two of them are not far from each other, just a few steps away.

When Lu Yandong saw that dilapidated old house again, he didn't really feel much in his heart, but felt that it turned out to be much older than he remembered.

The door was tightly closed, Lu Yandong pushed it open, and a weak male voice came from inside, completely different from the mental state he had on the phone that day.

"Who?"

Meng Jiang came over one step later. They were just cleaning up the mud on their feet at the gate of the yard. He cleaned up Lu Yandong first and then cleaned up his own, so Lu Yandong was one step late.

"Uncle Lu is me, Meng Jiang, and Yan Dong, he also came back to see you..."

Lu Yandong saw his biological father again after a long absence.

Lu Jianguo was many times older than he remembered, his hair was gray, and the creases on his face were piled up. He was obviously only in his 50s, so he looked like he was in his [-]s or [-]s.

I heard from the proprietress of the canteen that his legs seemed to be crippled by himself when he was drunk.

Lu Jianguo got off the bed with the crutches beside the bed, walked tremblingly in front of Lu Yandong, kept looking at Lu Yandong with his cloudy eyes, wiped his hands on his clothes several times and wanted to pull Lu Yandong, just stretched out and then retracted.

"Yan Dong..."

He hesitated for a long time, "Have you had lunch yet?"

When he was young, he had a bad temper, drank too much, played cards, was always violent at home, and was notorious all over the country. This man turned out to be like this when he was old, and he was so reserved in front of his son whom he hadn't seen for many years. perturbed.

It is said that Lu Jianguo's parents died of illness when he was in his teens, so Lu Yandong didn't have any grandparents, brothers or sisters. He looked at his own blood father, but couldn't say a word.

Lu Jian Guo is an irresponsible father, but also an unqualified husband.

To his wife, he beats and scolds, machismo is extremely serious, but to his son, he has no sense of responsibility, he will leave him at home and ignore him, and often stay away for a long time, just to run out Drinking and playing cards.

When Lu Yandong was born, he was skinny, like a kitten not yet full moon, and his voice was so weak that he could hardly be heard. It is said that the midwives at the time felt that he would not be able to support him, and that he might die young.

But Lu Yandong survived.

Now that Lu Jianguo is old, he lives alone in a dilapidated old house waiting to die, and his only son is not close to him, so the villagers forgot the scolding he had given him in the past, and began to pity him again.

When his son came back, Lu Jianguo became a little more energetic for no reason, his eyes narrowed into a slit when he smiled, and there were more wrinkles on his face.

He limped to the locked cupboard and took out a basket. After removing the layers of cloth, there were a few scattered eggs inside.

He took them all out, and while taking them, he said that he would cook them for Lu Yandong, saying that he liked them very much when he was a child, and he muttered in his mouth that he was waiting to catch a chicken and make soup.

He was old and his legs were inconvenient, but he was still very eager to clean up Lu Yandong's room, telling him to wait until the kang heated up and he would be warmed up.

……

He looks much, much shorter than Lu Yandong.