Chapter 22 twenty two

I haven’t been home much since I came back to Beijing from the plateau, and I seldom make phone calls. I haven’t seen our old man and old lady for several months. When my mother saw me, she slapped me on the back very excitedly. , I reckon my love for beating people is inherited from her genes. Putting down the things in my hand, I went straight to the kitchen to perform well. Gao Yuan was dragged by my old man to confess his life in the living room. The old man really likes Gao Yuan. "Is everything packed?" I asked my mother while choosing vegetables, "Don't forget to bring some medicine for my father." My father's blood pressure is a bit high.

"Bring them all. Your Aunt Deng passed away the day before yesterday." I said that my mother was a little sad. Aunt Deng was the director of the nursery school in my mother's unit. She saw me when I was a child. She was very kind. Good relationship, over 50 years old, a few years ago her husband fled with Xiao Mi and a huge sum of money, Aunt Deng fell ill immediately, a cerebral blood vessel ruptured, the whole person became dull and stupid, in the summer I was with my mother I even went to the Third Hospital of Beijing Medical University to see her, and she still recognized me. At that time, my mother shed a few tears.

"Why are you so fragile now? Aunt Deng is like that. She really suffers. Maybe she will be relieved after she dies." "I'm just saying, if it wasn't for the surname Song who lost his conscience, how could you, Aunt Deng, end up like this? After all, finding a partner is a matter of a lifetime..." "Hey, mom, where did we put our soy sauce?" I had to quickly change the conversation, listening to my mom talking about marriage life was more uncomfortable than watching the news broadcast. "Don't you don't like to hear it. If you are confused now, you will suffer the crime yourself in the future." Zhizi Mo Ruomu, I can't get around my mother with my little tricks.

"My dad doesn't really like plateaus!" "Gao Yuan lived with your father for the rest of his life?" "If he wants to, I won't stop him." "What you said is nonsense, whether he wants to or I don't want to." "Hahaha, old lady, you are so humorous." I laughed, she would hit me when she was young, and sometimes she felt that it hurt to hit me, so she just pinched me, leaving her arms and thighs Her sinful traces, until the day I was admitted to university, she touched my head and smiled and said to me, "I have grown up completely, and my mother will never want to beat you again." Not to mention, my mood was very complicated that day. From that day on, I decided to change my past and start a new life. Don’t look at me as a girl. Since I entered kindergarten, my mother has never let my mother worry about it. On the first day of kindergarten, I went to the small class. Aunt closed the little black room, and a group of children were standing at the door of the little black room waiting to hear me cry. I was stunned because I fell asleep in it, and my feet and urine were also solved in it. When I was released, I was fine. Complaints, my aunt almost didn't cry, and when she saw my mother, she complained, "What kind of child is this? What kind of child is this?" Speaking of which, I was only four or five years old at that time. You said that you were an adult and I had a child. What is it called, I didn’t escape my mother’s beating, and she also took the evaluation of my kindergarten aunt as a catchphrase. Whenever I made her angry, she beat me and asked, “What kind of child is this?” ?” At that time, I kept thinking, how fresh it is to ask, you ask me about the child you gave birth to?This situation continued until the day I went to college, and I became sensible and well-behaved.

"Chu Xiao, how do you feel when you see your little ones getting married and having children one by one?" "I don't feel anything, I think they are all old." My mother was cutting cucumbers. I pinched two pieces and put them in my mouth. Let alone, look at Zhang Xiaobei, how old is he?" "I saw their couple on TV the day before yesterday, and his wife looks pretty good." "A good person, but a bad life. It's unlucky for her to be with Zhang Xiaobei, and she's going to get a divorce." I said lightly. "I just watched it on TV two days ago." My mother emphasized, "Looking at Xiaobei, he is much fatter than then. That kid Zhai has a kind heart, and I have already said that he will be promising."

"Yo, yo, it's vulgar. You just look at him with two bad money now. Fortunately, I didn't live with him. The couple is now getting divorced, and the city is full of trouble." "why?" "Zhang Xiaobei's grandson is having an extramarital affair and looking for a concubine. A few days ago, he asked Gao Yuan to let his concubine enter Gao Yuan's lower drama. The grandson is not a thing." "Hey, it's a good child..." My mother sighed, "How are his parents doing now?" "Why do you always care about others? The old man is in good health. The old lady passed away the year before last."

As soon as I said this, my dad called me in the living room, and I ran over to see that Zhang Xiaobei was also sitting there. "How did you get here?" I asked him. "I was passing by, going to a friend's house, and suddenly remembered that I hadn't seen my uncle or aunt for several years. I came up to take a look. I didn't expect you two to go home today." He was a little embarrassed to see me and Gao Yuan. My mother also ran out of the kitchen and was very happy to see Zhang Xiaobei, so she insisted on keeping him for dinner, Gao Yuan also followed suit, the hospitality was hard to turn down, and Zhang Xiaobei's plot to come to our house for dinner had succeeded again.

Speaking of which, he hasn't eaten the meal made by my mother for several years. When I first met him, he would come to clean up every now and then. He especially likes to eat leftovers. A nickname, called "Sheng (Leftover) Man", as the name suggests, is a person who likes to eat leftovers. Speaking of which, I felt a little uncomfortable seeing this kind of scene, and I can't explain why, but it seems that apart from myself, Gao Yuan and my parents were very happy to see Zhang Xiaobei, and the three of them were chatting enthusiastically, so I couldn't intervene. I just hid in the room by myself and looked through the old things.

I have had the habit of keeping a diary since when I came here. I slowly packed a box of diaries. I know that since I threw these things at home, our old man and old lady have studied them as if they were selected by Mao many times. Fortunately, there are no valuable criminal records. I opened one of them. Apart from a few useless notes, there was also a photo of me and Zhang Xiaobei, which was taken in Beihai. Ta, the two of us were wearing three-tight padded jackets that were very popular at the time, and I was wearing a colorful scarf. Zhang Xiaobei was really thin, with disheveled hair, and he put his arm around my shoulders. flushed.I looked at the photo and couldn’t figure out how it came about. We always went to Houhai at that time. I don’t know why there was this photo. Counting it, it must have been seven years ago.

"What are you looking at?" Gao Yuan pushed me from behind, and the photo fell to the ground, face up, smiling at me and Gao Yuan. "When did I take this photo with Zhang Xiaobei?" I picked it up and glanced at Gao Yuan, "At that time Zhang Xiaobei was so skinny, you see, he didn't even need makeup to play a monkey." I handed the photo to Gao Yuan. plateau. Zhang Xiaobei also came in, saw the photo in Gao Yuan's hand, and shouted: "You still have this photo, I didn't know where to throw it away." "I was wondering when this was taken."

"Don't say it, Chu Xiao, you still looked like a woman back then." Gao Yuan took the opportunity to run on me. "What kind of eyes do you have? I am clearly a woman!" I asked Zhang Xiaobei again: "Why did you take this photo?" Zhang Xiaobei thought about it carefully, "I forgot, how many years have passed!" It's strange, I didn't take pictures with Zhang Xiaobei very often, why can't I remember it. My mother is busy eating. The three of us went out and sat down at the table. It’s a bit of a New Year’s day. All best wishes.During the dinner, Zhang Xiaobei also asked me about my marriage with Gao Yuan. I didn’t say a word and wanted to hear what Gao Yuan had to say. Mom was very happy when she heard this. They are finally going to marry their daughter, and their long-cherished wish is about to come true. Even I am happy for them. Zhang Xiaobei also said that day that when I get married, he will set up a few tables in the Beijing Restaurant like marrying a younger sister, and he will eat so much leftovers from our family in vain. All the people present laughed, and I laughed the most. Voice. After lunch, Zhang Xiaobei and the three of us sent the old man and old lady to the airport, joined a small group of people who were as lucky as them waiting there, and boarded the flight to Hong Kong. As soon as they left, I started Thinking about how to behave well in their family on the plateau. Zhang Xiaobei drove the car to 130 on the airport expressway, and he drank too much today. "Where are you planning to celebrate the New Year?" I asked him. "No concept." He took out a cigarette and lit it, then handed it to Gao Yuan, "I have no concept of Chinese New Year at all, busy." "Busy about getting a divorce!" I asked casually, and Gao Yuan suddenly turned his head and gave me a look. I knew that Gao Yuan felt that it was inappropriate for me to keep stabbing Zhang Xiaobei with divorce, but Gao Yuan was quite kind. "What's the matter, you still recognized your cute picture?" I glanced at Gao Yuan from the rearview mirror, and he was also glancing at me. I thought to myself, don't feel guilty if your grandson is capable. "You can't play with her. She doesn't look as prosperous as Li Qiong. I'm not scaring you. People often say that there is a rake for money outside and a box for money at home, so that life can flourish. Your Mengmeng is a machine that costs money." Zhang Xiaobei increased the speed of the car a little more, and when it was almost one hundred and fourteen, he asked Gao Yuan: "How much is your investment budget for the next film?" "More than three million." Gao Yuan took a puff of cigarette, "It's not a big investment." "Can Mengmeng do it?" "It's pretty much the same whether it works or not." Gao Yuan's words are actually the truth. Nowadays, except for those old artists who have experienced hardships, there is no big difference between these people in the entertainment industry. "I'll invest in you." The meaning behind Zhang Xiaobei is self-evident. Gao Yuan said grace, neither saying yes nor no. "How about Zhang Xiaobei, I'll write a book for Zhang Mengmeng, just write your stories, and she can play herself, and don't even need to look for her feelings." It feels very fun. "Bullshit!" Zhang Xiaobei spat out two words with a dark face. "Brother Xiaobei, let me give you the plateau. I'll tell you a principle. Men can play with women, but don't fall in love with women unless you want to marry a wife. This is the rule of the game." After a long time, I finally said After saying a serious word, the two of them stopped talking, and I knew they were thinking.When humans think, God laughs.