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You reported the snow disaster, you were stuck in the mountains and couldn’t make it back, and I was alone at my aunt’s house for the New Year, very unhappy.When you came back, your toes were full of chilblains. I don’t know if you remember, that year during the Lantern Festival, you suddenly found a gold bar in your bag. It was a big gold bar wrapped in newspaper. You were so scared that you asked me to put it down. It, I went out to return the gold bars on my electric bike in the middle of the night - because it was impolite to come to the door empty-handed, you even lost a bag of apples.You refused to tell me what happened, so I still don't know the story of the gold bar.If you want, you can talk to me next time.

Later in the Spring Festival, there was Sister Xue.God is open to let you have this kind of shit luck, but God is also very close to let you be disappointed and give up your career as a reporter.Brother, from that time on, I have been looking forward to being you and completing the unfinished business that you want to do.I know that you chose to be a reporter because of our parents. At that time, there was a reporter, whose surname was Fang, or maybe Fang, who claimed that the accident of our parents was caused by a chemical explosion caused by improper placement of items in the factory. Obtained higher compensation.I used to always say that my study of journalism has nothing to do with you, but it is not. That reporter Fang made you change your college entrance examination choice, and your precepts and deeds made me never consider other industries.Frankly, I adore you and to this day I have no doubt that you are a hero.

I thought that I was just following your love, that I could be ups and downs in this industry with ease, and that I could be a smart person who accepts when it’s good, but unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to be the case.I used to have a lot of incomprehensions, a lot of questioning, and a lot of sharpness, but when I really walked into life, I found that I was bullshit.I'm not a savior, I'm just an observer, I'm not justice, I'm just a recorder.My love for the world comes from you, my sister and Zhong Jurui. I can't make you sad for the sake of bullshit vanity.

Here I have to talk about Zhong Jurui, although you will always be awkward when you hear him.A few days ago, I used his computer to surf the Internet, and accidentally turned to the browsing history. I saw at least 500 articles, all about the Tao Yibo case and the murder of some other journalists. He even searched for which kind of journalists are safer. I am very sad. , he secretly cared and worried, and kept saying, Hey, Pei Xu, go to Shining, I don't know how to appease him.I think you and your sister feel the same way.

So I can tell you now that I still want to stick with my love, but I will be more careful.In this regard, Zhong Nanping has always done a good job. He has a very keen sense of smell, and he doesn't worry about making a fuss when he walks with long strides. This old oily man has a lot to learn.My adventure this time was actually a very unexpected situation.Tao Yibo is a lowly man with a lot of criminal records. He was inseparable from your car accident many years ago, but in the end you let him get away with it. This time he cannot have such good luck.I learned a few days ago that Tao Yibo’s ex-wife and son immigrated to Canada a long time ago, and came back some time ago for his case, but his ex-wife already had a new lover, and this new lover died in an accident a year ago. I doubt this The accident was man-made. If my guess is true, the ex-wife may not be devoted to Tao Yibo when she comes back now.It is common practice to send wives and children abroad through fake divorces, and there are quite a few people who capsize after divorce. I think Tao Yibo went crazy this time because of this reason.In addition, before the vaccine case caused social shock, there were rumors that this time involved a political struggle. Some people seized the opportunity and tried to use Tao Yibo's case to dismount political opponents.Since he can't turn over, Hu Sanyong has no reason to protect him as long as he has some eyesight.Brother, power is really better than a tiger. Tao Yibo was born in a peasant family, and he has only been in power for more than ten years. He treats human life as nothing, thinking that he can dominate everything.It can be seen that power devours human nature, and I feel terrified when I think about it.

If one day, I no longer be a reporter - in fact, this possibility does exist.I feel more and more that life is fluid, and life is only used to carry our values, rather than being limited to a certain appearance.I said that I want to stick to my love, but my love is not investigative journalists themselves, but what journalists can do to understand some corners that ordinary people can't see, explore the structure and rules of society, and steal like Prometheus. Fire makes the world better.If one day I find out that journalists restrict me from doing things like this, I might actually change careers.You see, I'm not your kind of dead-brainer who would rather bend than bend. I swear I won't repeat your mistakes and won't make you worry.

These are some of my thoughts.Finally, I wish you a happy Spring Festival again. I will accompany Ju Rui to celebrate the New Year this year, so I will not go to Hainan.

Sincerely, Pei Xu"

Sister Xue saw tears in Pei Han's eyes, and wanted to look up, but Pei Han held her shoulders.The plane's announcement informed passengers for the last time to put away the tray table, turn off the communication tool, and the plane was about to take off.

"what happened to you?"

"Little brat won't celebrate the New Year with us this year." Pei Han put away the tablet and said.

Sister Xue said: "The younger brother who is married, let him take the water that was spilled. We have already planned the itinerary for this year. There is no way. We will stay here for the New Year next year and let him take Curry home."

Most of Zhong Jurui and his team quickly asked for leave and went back to their hometown a few days before the Spring Festival. As a local, he would stick to it until the last moment in previous years, but he left early this year—the family hasn’t bought new year’s goods yet.

Pushing a shopping cart, he and Pei Xu huddled together in the crowd, discussing enthusiastically what reporter Pei wanted to do when returning to work after the year.

"Should I buy some blessings and Spring Festival couplets?" Zhong Jurui said.

"I'll write!" Pei Xu said, "Let's buy a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and when I get back, I'll splash the ink myself and show you what cultural accomplishment is."

"Why are you running?" Zhong Jurui grabbed the hood of Pei Xu's down jacket.

"I'm going to buy paper and ink. You wait for me, I will come when I go."

"Okay, then do you still love me when you come back?" Zhongju Rui asked casually.

"I love you uncle!" Pei Xu laughed.

Zhong Jurui let Pei Xu look for the red paper in the supermarket.He waited in place for a while, when he suddenly heard someone calling him, and turned around to find that it was actually Zhong Jianxing and his youngest son.

He also hadn't seen Zhong Jianxing for several years, and felt that his father had aged a lot.The last time I saw him, Zhong Jianxing's youngest son was only waist-high. After a few years, he was already as tall as Zhong Jianxing's shoulders.This time the child seemed a little embarrassed, said he was going to buy food, turned around and ran away—probably the child grew up and felt weird seeing this half-brother.

"In such a big city, it's really not easy to meet in the supermarket." Zhong Jurui said, without calling his father, his tone was a sincere exclamation, as if he was just lamenting that it was not easy, and he didn't respond to seeing his father. Zhong Jianxing listened Very unhappy.

"How are you doing recently?" Zhong Jurui asked.

"You still remember to ask me, and you didn't even call me Dad. Did you change your number? I called you last time, but I couldn't get through."

For Pei Xu's sake, Zhong Jurui hadn't changed his number for several years, he just blocked Zhong Jianxing - when he saw the address book one day, he suddenly couldn't bear this kind of weak relationship, so he simply couldn't see it.

"What do you find me for?"

Zhong Jianxing was even more unhappy, he was a father and son for nothing, he was like an enemy, the older he got, the more he cared about the illusory father-son relationship, the more he felt that it would be good to have one more son for the elderly, and he no longer cared about the sequel. Feeling like a thorn in my side, I intend to reconcile with my eldest son, but I have no choice but to call several times but I can't get through. I didn't expect to meet him in the supermarket today.Counting the last time I met, Zhong Jurui was only a sophomore, and it has been six years now.Zhong Jurui's appearance is completely out of childishness, he looks like his mother.Zhong Jianxing felt a little emotional when he thought of Pingru.

Zhong Jurui saw that Zhong Jianxing only looked at himself but was speechless, he lost the patience to perfunctory, nodded his head and prepared to leave.

Zhong Jianxing stopped him and asked, "Don't you have any extra words with me?"

Zhong Jurui turned around and said with a half smile but not a smile: "No more. To be honest, the role of father is too much for me."

He didn't care what Zhong Jianxing thought, seeing Pei Xu in front, he pushed the cart and left - his former family members were no longer there, and his future family members were only in front of him.

Pei Xu saw him talking to a middle-aged man, but didn't know that it was Zhong Jurui's father. After hearing what Zhong Jurui had said, he patted Zhong Jurui on the back like a coaxing child, and asked him if he felt uncomfortable.

Zhong Jurui said: "I felt uncomfortable when I was a child, but I didn't feel much later. Now I am really impatient, and I don't even want to do some face-saving projects. Occasionally, I think of my mother-in-law who was sick for the first time. I just went to high school and asked him to borrow money. For a little money, he looked at his wife's face and didn't even fart, so I couldn't help hating him. After my mother-in-law passed away, I didn't hate him anymore, so I thought it was okay, just treat myself as a distant relative, I still let myself go .” After thinking about it, he said, “I probably really have a shallow relationship between father and son.”

Pei Xu said seriously: "Then I will make up for your father-son relationship. If you call me Dad from now on, I will treat you well."

"Father, your sister. Is there a father and son who go to bed like us?"

Pei Xu grinned: "If you like, you can call your father instead when you go to bed, and I will be filial to you as a son."

Zhong Jurui quickly said that he didn't have such a habit, and hoped that Pei Xu would not make a fuss in public, so as not to be overheard.

"If you don't flirt, then you have to give me an injection to stop flirting. One injection will last for a day."

While looking at the New Year's goods, Zhong Jurui casually asked where this retreat needle is sold.

"It's not near, it's not far, it's up to you, and I'm going to ask you, a little bird, to heal people."

"You call my best thing a needle? A bird?" Zhong Jurui threw a box of dried fruit into Pei Xu's arms, and raised his eyebrows while there was no one around, "Who cried last night and said that sex life is too miserable , asking for a meal in the future?"

Pei Xu had a thick skin and refused to admit it, saying that he was definitely not the one who was barked by Ri De last night.

"I see it through. You just go to bed crying and begging for mercy, and get out of bed majestic and flirting. There is no hope."

Pei Xu just pretended not to hear, and after returning home, he planned what to write on the Spring Festival couplets.In the end, he directly searched the Internet for a Spring Festival couplet dedicated to programmers, and wrote it for Zhong Jurui: the first couplet yearsmonthsweeksdaydaynobug, the second couplet javapythonc++linelinesoeasy.

Zhong Jurui took a look and said, "Thank you. You'd better really understand Java, Python, c++." He looked at it again, and said, "Because my mother-in-law passed away, I used to post white couplets. This year it will be three years old. You can It has been replaced with red Spring Festival couplets. You write another one, and we will return to the suburbs of the city tomorrow to post them.”

The hometown in the suburbs has been uninhabited for a long time, and there are many things to clean.Industrious and conscientious, Mr. Zhong was sweating all over.

After Pei Xu posted the Spring Festival couplets, he moved a small bench and sat at the door to watch Zhong Jurui sweep the yard. It's not too cold on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month. Sitting in the winter sun makes people squint.

"The weather is very clear." Pei Xu stretched his waist, "It makes people believe that next year may be even better."

Zhong Jurui put back the string of beads that Pei Xu had given him on his wrist, put away the broom, and walked under the peach tree in the yard.

"My mother-in-law used to pick peach branches for us every year." Zhong Jurui said with a smile, "She's not here, so we can only pick peach branches by ourselves."

Pei Xu propped his chin and looked at him.

He carefully folded off two short branches, and handed one to Pei Xu, the string of beads on his wrist was dangling.

"Put it in your pocket to drive away evil spirits." After speaking, Zhong Jurui also pulled up a small stool and sat side by side with Pei Xu.

"Let's take a nap here, and then we'll go back." Pei Xu was so sleepy that he rested his forehead on Zhong Jurui's shoulder, and together with Zhong Jurui lazily watched a wild cat jump off the wall on its feet.This year's most popular square dance Divine Comedy is heard not far away. I don't know which uncle is passing by with a small bee speaker in his hand.The door behind them was pasted with bright and colorful Spring Festival couplets, which were the result of Pei Xu's hard thinking and meditation, and practiced handwriting all night.

The upper and lower couplets: "In February, the snow melts and the snow is in Rui, and the spring breeze is warm, and dreams are long."

Banner: "Thieves pull happiness".

No one knows what will come next, but the warm winter sun is good right now, and it's good for them to cuddle together, little fingers pulled together, to have a lover who makes you shine, and a lover who makes you love yourself more , the road ahead is always fearless.Who is afraid?No matter what it is, you will always believe that the final horizontal criticism must be "thief pulling happiness".

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