make you angry, a little happy

Two plates of quick-frozen dumplings are served on the table, each plate has 36 pieces.Zhang Pingchuan can't do anything else, he can only serve a plate.

"Come on, son, this is yours." He handed over the small dish of dumpling vinegar, "You like sweet food, but you have always hated acetic acid, so Dad added sugar."

Only now did Zhang Zhao feel soreness and pain in his body, and he felt uncomfortable everywhere, especially his knees. "Thank you, dad. Let's sit down. We haven't seen each other for more than half a year, right?"

Zhang Pingchuan sat opposite, each with 36 large dumplings.In fact, he looks really decent, with a beautiful manly face, tall and tall, everyone said that Lao Zhang's family was a man of talent and beauty when they got married.The only difference is that the personalities of the husband and wife are quite different. Everyone knows that the old Zhang's family is in charge of his wife.

"Well, dad is also busy with work, so he doesn't have much time to take care of you." Zhang Pingchuan took a dumpling, the dumpling was overcooked, and the skin was so rotten that it would break if poked.He awkwardly held the dumpling wrapper that he couldn't pick up, and somehow got it into the bowl.

Zhang Zhao got up directly and took two spoons from the kitchen. "Use this to see how hard you are struggling to hold the dumplings."

"Dad doesn't know how to cook dumplings. Next time, next time he will." Zhang Pingchuan pinched the handle of the spoon and stared at his son again and again.

Thinner and darker, his thin profile looks more like his mother's, looks cold when he doesn't smile, and smiles when he smiles.The height is about the same as last year.But he never looked innocent and happy before, and there was always a fierce rivalry in his eyes, as if he wanted to push himself into a desperate situation.

"Farewell, I'll cook it next time." Zhang Zhao started stuffing the dumplings, one bite at a time, and swallowed after chewing a few times, "Why have you been here for the past six months? Mom is gone. What business keeps you so busy?" ?”

Zhang Pingchuan also stuffed a dumpling into his mouth, which was pork and cabbage. "Your mother doesn't like this stuffing the most. She always says it's tasteless. What else can I do? You don't know your father's ability. If it wasn't for your mother..."

"Don't talk about my mother, just talk about yourself." Zhang Zhao bit a dumpling stuffing and dipped it in vinegar desperately.He has never eaten sour since he was a child, and even vinegar has to be eaten with sugar and sesame oil.

"Yangyang." Zhang Pingchuan is not used to chatting like this. In the past, his wife made the rule of not eating or sleeping, but now no one cares about him and he is not used to it. "Do you want to talk to Dad about your mother?"

"I don't want to." Zhang Zhao refused bluntly.He just doesn't want to talk about it, he doesn't want to, he fights the reality with a stubborn attitude, and no one wants to touch him.

"Dad hasn't even dared to go home for more than half a year. I went to Shaolin Temple a while ago, and I didn't have much peace in my heart." Zhang Pingchuan gently put down the spoon, an ivory white ceramic spoon, and a small lotus flower at the bottom of the spoon , my wife bought it, "If you don't want to mention it, then Dad will talk to you, okay?"

"No." Zhang Zhao lowered his head and stuffed the dumplings desperately.

"Your mother and I are college classmates. She is two years older than me. We met at the orientation meeting." Zhang Pingchuan chatted to himself, but he exhausted every word, "Your mother and The first thing I said was, who gave you your name? I said my dad gave it to me, because I am timid, and the old man doesn’t plan what will happen to me in the future, as long as I can do my best in my studies.”

Zhang Zhao's thick brows were tightly frowned, his expression seemed to be poisoned by acetic acid. "I'm not interested."

Zhang Pingchuan still smiled when he recalled it, stirring the liquid in the vinegar dish with a spoon, as if he had returned to his youth. "She is my senior sister. We only got in touch after graduation. Your dad and I really didn't have the guts, but I was a little lucky. I took a project to renovate an old street right after graduation. You are young and inexperienced. It was demolished and remodeled, and hundreds of people surrounded our unit. I was so scared that I didn't dare to come out. I just thought of your mother, and your grandpa has something to do with it. That's it, we got to know each other. Talking about love. She is 3 years older than me, and many people advised her to dump me."

"Yes, if you want me, I'll persuade her to dump you too." Zhang Zhao has heard all these things, but they all heard them from other people's mouths, and then pieced together a complete story.

"Your mother, she..." Zhang Pingchuan choked up obviously, and continued, "She is a typical Chinese woman, she is hard-working, but she has a bad temper. Let's see, she actually does all the dirty work, But she is unforgiving and hardworking. In fact, I understand that she is afraid that our father and son will not be able to take care of us. "

There was only half a plate of dumplings left in front of Zhang Zhao, but he couldn't remember how each one got into his stomach. "This dumpling is not tasty, don't buy it next time."

Zhang Pingchuan ate very slowly, very slowly, he had to chew for a long time before swallowing each piece. "Your mother is the worst at making dumplings. Every time the dumplings are put into the pot, half of the pot will be broken. She is stricter with you and manages a lot. She even insisted on giving you your nickname Yangyang. I said it’s okay to call the child Dazhao, but she said no, it must be called Yangyang. Your mother loves you the most, and you must be the one who worries the most after she leaves.”

"Do you want to eat dumplings?" Zhang Zhao deliberately didn't answer the topic. The child without a mother couldn't bear the pain in his heart, "If you don't eat it, I will eat it."

"Yangyang, are you blaming Dad?" Zhang Pingchuan asked slowly. After asking this sentence, he suddenly aged several years, and his eyes became very dim.

"I blame you for what you are doing, busy man." Zhang Zhao kept stuffing his stomach into a bottomless pit, and no matter how he filled it, he couldn't fill the vacant part. "My mother's illness suddenly...suddenly..."

He couldn't go on, his throat was choked for so many words that he couldn't go on.Just holding a big dumpling, looking at his dad.Zhang Pingchuan stopped talking, but he could tell what his son wanted to say, what he wanted to scold, and who he wanted to scold.

The disease was sudden, acute myocardial infarction, and he fell directly at home, in the middle of this living room.Neither of the two men in the family is by my side, one is talking about things in other places, and the other is in winter training in Harbin.

Zhang Zhao was a freshman in high school that year.

When Zhang Pingchuan rushed back to Beijing, his son was also on his way back, but no one saw her for the last time.Every night after that, the two of them pondered the same question.If there is someone in the family, no matter who it is, if someone is there, can they be rescued?When she left, would she hate her husband and son, or would she say there was no hatred, only worry and reluctance.

After all, she has always been the head of this family, once she lets go, who will take care of their father and son.

"Your mother..." Zhang Pingchuan's voice trembled violently, "Your mother didn't close her eyes when she left, she must be blaming me."

"Shut up." Zhang Zhao's outburst came without warning. He just threw a spoon, but the sound of breaking it was scary, "I don't want to hear you say this! What kind of fucking business do you have? It's so important, don't leave sooner." Don’t leave late, but wait for my winter training to go out! Damn...you can’t delay for a few days? Tell me, what business can beat my mother! Tell me! Tell me! Not an idiot!"

Zhang Pingchuan was not angry, he was really not angry when he heard his son scolding these outrageous words.Father and son are connected, it's clear why the son thinks about him, it's not angry at him at all, it's all angry at himself.

Otherwise, he would not give up his four-year long-distance running and never mention Harbin again.

"Are you a fucking idiot!" Zhang Zhao's tears flowed down without hesitation. He wiped away the worthless teardrops, pointed at Zhang Pingchuan and asked, "You said my mother didn't close her eyes, nonsense! She didn't see Can she close her eyes with us! I...I..."

"After eating first, then scold." Zhang Pingchuan gave his son his spoon, "Your mother is the worst at making dumplings. Every time she wraps them, they are broken every time. Otherwise, the dumpling skin will be very thick, and the stuffing will be boiled." It's rotten and the skin is not cooked."

Zhang Zhao is like a fully armed thorn head, with armor from teeth to heels.But the only thing he couldn't hear was this, the pain made him throw away his armor and armor and had no place to hide.He really doesn't hate his father, he understands the truth, where does the family get the money if they don't do business, who has the ability to predict, knowing that those few days will be the limit of mother?Knowing that goodbye means never seeing each other again, Yin and Yang are separated?

What he regrets is why he is not at home, why is he not at home, as the only child in this family, why is he not at home!

His mother, like most parents, is good at doing good things while nagging, and when she criticizes others, she can annoy Zhang Zhao and shut herself up.Others laughed at his father, saying that Zhang Pingchuan was afraid of his own family and his wife, but Zhang Zhao never looked down on his father because of this.

Can a man be fearful if he confesses to his wife?Don't call it, it's called liking, it's called love, it makes me happy.He has also seen his father talking about business, he still speaks calmly, neither humble nor overbearing, why did he turn into a soft persimmon when he returned home?It's not because he likes this woman.He is happy, he is beautiful in his heart.

Over time, Zhang Zhao also became like his father, who didn't care too much about the mistress of the family.Mom can nag if she wants to. She is the only woman in a family of three, and she can spoil anyone who doesn't spoil her.But for such a pampered woman, no one was at home when she left.

What she loves, what loves her, is all gone.Can she close her eyes?Can't close it.

Zhang Zhao often thinks back, what was he doing when his mother took her last breath?It was in Harbin, running, hugging and celebrating the results with the team members.So he no longer wants to recall that time, and would rather bury his dream of running with his mother.

"Your mother is the backbone of this family. From now on... it will be Dad's turn to be in charge of the house. Don't be angry if you don't do as well as your mother." Zhang Pingchuan's tears dripped from the corner of his eyes. on the desktop.

Zhang Zhao still made a move, stuffing dumplings into his mouth. "Dad, do you miss my mother?"

He didn't dare to ponder this question himself, but he insisted on asking Zhang Pingchuan.I can't bear the pain alone, I can't stand it, I have to take a back seat.

Zhang Pingchuan rubbed his eyes, he was not yet old enough to cry, but the tears were muddy. "I think about it every day. What about you?"

"It's okay." Zhang Zhao said softly. He didn't like to use a spoon, but he couldn't pick it up with chopsticks, so he just grabbed it with his hands.

Catch until the last two dumplings are left on the plate. "Dad, I miss my mother, what should I do?"

Zhang Pingchuan grabbed the last one with his hand. "Eat, your mother is most worried about you. In the future, Dad will be in charge of the house, so your mother can save some time. Run hard, don't compete with yourself, and eat well."

"Yes." Zhang Zhao finally ate up all 36 dumplings.People who can finish their meals crying, there is probably nothing in life that can defeat them.

After such a commotion, Zhang Yang didn't even bother to go back to the dormitory, and stayed at home all the time.When Zhang Zhao came back on Sunday, he entered the house without saying a word, twisting like a donkey.

"You still know how to come back?" Zhang Yang also thought about it for two days, he really shouldn't do anything.Because what he hit that day was not his cousin, but also himself who had gone to a dead end.

"You are not afraid of being beaten to death by me." Zhang Zhao entered the room with injuries all over his body, "Let me tell you, the cut on my leg will not affect my exam in time, do you think I dare to squat down now?"

"You are so awesome, I don't dare to fuck you." Zhang Yang regretted that his hands were heavy, and kicked a stool for him, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Am I going to starve to death without eating?" Zhang Zhao sat down slowly and slowly, "Let me tell you first, this is a free society now, advocating diversified development, and just because I like boys doesn't mean I'm a hooligan. If you don't like me, don't read it, and I won't let you know when I have a partner in the future."

Zhang Yang wanted to beat him to death. "You are sick, and you know what you are doing. Do you really think that society is so inclusive? Go out and call yourself gay, and see what people around you think of you!"

"It's enough to be gay quietly, why do you have to shout, I'm sick?" Zhang Zhao didn't look so good, and just about to say a few more words, he sent a WeChat message.

He jumped out in a hurry, the stool was not warm yet.

"Why are you here!" Zhang Zhao jumped three times, and ran to the place where the two of them were walking their dogs. There was a big schoolbag on the ground, "Damn, you won't run away from home?"

"You're talking nonsense, I'm not going to run away from home." Su Xiaoyuan smiled worriedly, with two small dimples embedded in his cheeks, "I told my mother that something happened to my classmate's house and I was in a bad mood. I'll stay with him A few days. And then...my brother is also having a cold war with me."

"Are you coming to my house to hide?" Zhang Zhao bent down to pick up the bag, and said heavily, "That's right, there is someone in the family who has a cold war that affects his mood too much. I will educate him next time."

"It's not all. I'm not afraid of him making trouble with me. It's not a big problem." Su Xiaoyuan touched Zhang Zhao's arm quietly. If you say you are brave, you are brave, and if you don't dare, you really don't dare. "The main reason is that Su Lai is afraid of Zhang Run Running is not in a good mood, so I want to come and accompany me."

The author has something to say: Small Theater, Zhang Gou: I just quietly engage in homosexuality.

10 minutes later

Zhang Gou: Brother!Akatsuki is here!We're going to sleep in the same room tonight!