Make a living

When Lu Jun talked about his past, his tone was very flat, so flat that Zheng Haichuan thought that what he was telling was really a "story" at first.

Zheng Haichuan's mood fluctuated according to the mood of the protagonist in Lu Jun's story. He scolded the young man for being inferior to pigs and dogs for a while, and scolded the factory manager's wife for being inferior to others.It wasn't until finally a bearded man who opened a food shop appeared next to the protagonist, and occasionally delivered him food, and occasionally pulled him home from the rain in a daze on the rooftop. Only then did Zheng Haichuan react slowly, what exactly did Teacher Lu say? Who is the story.

"Teacher Lu, you..."

Fascinated by the story, Zheng Haichuan kept eating the grapes, peaches, and cantaloupe in the fruit plate.But I didn't expect that the last melon was eaten by the owner of the house.

He tried hard to swallow the sweet fruit in his mouth, and looked at Lu Jun with bright eyes: "So you and Boss Gui also...?"

After Zheng Haichuan found out that he fell in love, his mind seemed not so dull.In the past, he certainly couldn't hear the slightest bit of special meaning from Mr. Lu's words to Boss Gui.

But Lu Jun pursed his lips and shook his head, interrupting what Zheng Haichuan was saying.

He could see his wasted face on the reflection of the coffee table when he lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm already at this age, and I don't want to delay others."

I was blind when I was young, and mistakenly took the enthusiasm of prodigal life as the colorful movement of a boring life.Now that more than ten years have passed, he has already realized that the simplicity of the long stream is the tribute of life.

But...it always feels like it's too late.

"Huh? How can this be called a delay!"

Zheng Haichuan disapproved all over his face, and instead seriously preached to Lu Jun: "Mr. Lu, you really are, what are you talking about! There are people in our village who are your age and have just given birth! This is the most energetic man When the time comes, look forward and see that there is still more than half of this life to live!"

"Mr. Lu, didn't you still enlighten me before? Yes, yes... By the way, you must obey your own heart and don't think about others!"

This is what the two of them said when they chatted at night on the roof last time. Lu Jun didn't expect Zheng Haichuan to remember it.

He smiled gently, nodded and said, "I know, I will handle it myself."

In fact Lu Jun would also like to thank Zheng Haichuan.

If it wasn't for this young man, if Zheng Haichuan hadn't knocked on the door of his house and asked him to take care of Xiao Hemiao, he might have kept himself locked in the room, he didn't want to go out, and no one else could come in.

Because of Xiaohe Miao, his rented house, which usually only smells like paper, has a little more milky and fresh air.

Lu Jun will go out to bookstores to find age-appropriate books for Xiao Hemiao, and he will also go shopping for vegetables for the little ones to eat more nutritiously. He can communicate with Sister Hong about the best way to bring the children, and he can also talk to the corridor occasionally. The neighbor I met talked about which vegetable in the vegetable market was expensive again.

For a long time in the past, Lu Jun could only find a sense of existence and identity in words.

At the beginning, he was completely rejected by the person he liked and that person's parents, from gender to body, from work to personality... Although Gui Weiming enlightened him from time to time later, he himself was still in it.

It's like being drowned in a quagmire that you can't break free from, and sometimes you even want to just be pulled down like this.

But now, Lu Jun sees another possibility of life in Zheng Haichuan.

Upward, happy, simple, tenacity and simpleness that cannot be defeated.

Lu Jun liked this junior very much.

"Don't talk about me, let's talk about you."

Lu Jun patted Zheng Haichuan on the shoulder, "I'm telling this story just to tell you... the relationship between two people has to be based on money, but it can't just be based on money."

"I used to think that it was because of money that that person looked down on me. But later I found out that even if I had money, I couldn't get along with him."

"Because he doesn't really care about me."

"He doesn't care about whether I will suffer from heat stroke in hot weather, whether the window sill will leak when it rains, and whether something has happened if I haven't gone out for five days."

"He spent some money on me, but he never paid attention to it."

Lu Jun paused, he hadn't opened his heart for a long time.He has long been used to huddling in a corner, and he doesn't want to touch the sharp rumors and unbearable rumors outside.

But at some point, his corner was big enough to stretch his limbs with peace of mind.And beyond the corner, there was a gorilla-like figure standing in front of him, protecting him from all erosion.

"Dachuan, people who really care about you will take care of you."

"He will take you to heart and consider your feelings."

"But you also have to learn to speak out your feelings, and don't let others guess. Because many feelings will be destroyed in suspicion."

"There's nothing wrong with you liking each other and wanting the best for each other."

"This 'best thing' is not necessarily the most expensive, but it must be the most caring."

"It's you who think he's 'worthy', and it's him who thinks you're 'worthy'."

"Yuzai has never been short of food and clothing since he was a child, and his current job is considered high-paying and stable. For him, buying some expensive vegetables and fruits is not a burden. Maybe he just wants you to eat better. You deserve more. OK."

"As for you, you put so much effort in handling the ingredients and making the meals, and you just want Yuzai to eat happily and satisfactorily. You offered to pay half of the cost, but you just hoped to share the financial pressure with him, and he is worth it. to him."

"Looking at it this way, neither of you seems to have done anything wrong."

"But from another angle, you all made some mistakes."

Lu Jun looked at the young man who was confused again because of his own words, he simply paused and waited patiently for Zheng Haichuan to digest.At this time, Zheng Jiahe, who was playing alone in the small room, poked his head out from the crack of the door, as if curious about what his father and Teacher Lu were whispering.

Lu Jun simply waved to Zheng Jiahe, and Xiao Douding ran to the side of the sofa.

"Have you finished your homework?" Lu Jun taught Xiao Hemiao a few pinyin today, and just let him write and trace characters silently according to Tuka, which can be regarded as preschool education.

Zheng Jiahe nodded obediently, "It's finished."

"Okay, the teacher will check it at night. If you make a mistake, you will have to copy it ten times tomorrow." Lu Jun was even more patient with the little guy.

"Ah... ten times." Zheng Jiahe grabbed his fingers and suddenly wanted to go back and check again.

Seeing Xiao Hemiao's tangled appearance, Lu Jun wanted to laugh.At this moment, the little guy's uncle also showed him the same tangled expression, full of curiosity: "Mr. Lu, what mistakes do you think we both made?"

Lu Jun really couldn't help laughing now.

He knew that what he said might be a bit obscure, so he simply used the ready-made things in front of him to give Zheng Haichuan an example: "Here, if you were asked to copy a typo ten times, would you find it difficult?"

Zheng Haichuan froze for a moment, then shook his head.Although he couldn't read well, it was easy to make a typo.

"But look," Lu Jun picked up the little Zheng Jiahe, let Zheng Haichuan see his nephew's troubled smiling face, and then asked him, "Xiao Hemiao, do you think it is difficult to copy the typo ten times. "

The little guy nodded again and again: "Difficult! Writing is much more difficult than pinyin! It hurts my hands!" Zheng Jiahe pouted and begged pitifully, "Mr. Lu, can I just copy it five times?"

Lu Jun put the little guy down, patted his little head with a smile, but said 'cruel' words: "No. Shouldn't our little Hemiao not do wrong? Then there is no need to copy it again. "

Watching Xiaohe Miao rush back to the room to recheck his homework, Lu Jun turned to Zheng Haichuan and said.

"Dachuan, you and Yuzai are both caring about each other in your own way."

"But feelings are essentially mutual emotional interactions."

"You should think more about why he did this. He should also consider you more and treat you in a way that you feel comfortable with."

"Object, object."

"If you don't go into the other person's heart and have a look, what are you talking about?"