Chapter 6 old age romance

Masturbation is bitter, with a layer of sugar crust on the outside.Liu Xingren no longer said such words.Some of the failures were due to his own uselessness, and some were due to oppression from outsiders; Liu Xingren was not a useless person, he knew it himself, so he didn't need that kind of masturbation to show weakness.He has to work hard, work hard with everything and everyone, you don't have to be polite.His failure was bullied by a foreign party, and he had to take revenge.He is already sixty, and he still has to live, at least for a few more decades, so that the society can see what kind of person he really is.The society is sorry for him, and he can't be worthy of the society; as long as he is worthy of himself, he is worthy of this life.It is not too late to understand this at the age of sixty.No masturbation; he declares war on everyone and everything.

Among the things he has done, which one is not his management and design?He has talent and eyes.But things are getting better, because everyone sees the benefits of his plan; well, everyone sacrificed him.Before sixty, he made a way for himself to sacrifice this kind of sacrifice, and he also forgave his friends: "In everything, I opened the way, and I opened the way. It's good for others to gain advantage!" When he was over sixty, he Can't think like that anymore.He was unwilling to lie in the coffin, holding a mass of grievances and sacrifices, he had to make some oil and water for himself.

What is he sorry for?Wasted effort?Walk behind?The means are not beautiful?No!No!As for politics, which political party with a strong background did he not join first?For social undertakings, which good deed with sweetness is not initiated by him?For people, which one is promising, he doesn't go to win him over first?In good conscience, he has never been behind; but he has never been ahead.Life!No, it's not fate; it's because I'm too honest, too talkative, too easy to bully.At the age of sixty, he understood that if he is not hot to the end, and he is not ruthless, he cannot succeed.

For his family, he also did his best.He lost his wife at the age of forty, and he doesn't plan to remarry; he is worthy of the dead ghost, and worthy of the living.He cannot wrong his children for his own comfort.sons and daughters!The son is a fool; the daughter--I have already told her that he is a very good man--he will sneak away with a poor artist!He can no longer control her and tell her to suffer; he is worthy of her, she is shameless.Son, no matter how stupid he is, if he has to be raised, he must marry a wife; he has to do whatever he should do.Who told him to have a stupid son!

It was very cold, and the night's north wind covered the water tanks in the house with a layer of ice.Liu Xingren had to get up early.As soon as I got out of the bed, a gust of cool wind blew my old bones into a ball.He coughed for a while.Worth it!Feng is deliberately bullying him, he is not afraid.He coughed and cursed as he dressed. After getting off the ground, the stove hasn't been turned on yet; Mama Zhang probably hasn't gotten up yet.He is so easy to talk, and even an old lady is spoiled, he has to scold her, peace is unreasonable. He went for a walk in the courtyard.The wind has killed a little bit, and it is sharp and piercing.The sun has not yet come out, and there is some cold red in the east.The blue sky contained the yellow sand blown in at night, which made him feel bored and bleak.He called Zhang Ma.She has already got up and is cooking porridge in the kitchen.He didn't scold, but he was dry and stubborn and wanted to wash his face.In the south room, his silly son was still asleep. He listened outside the window, which made him even more confused.He doesn't believe in retribution from heaven, he doesn't believe it; if God knows, how can he make him have a stupid son?There are plenty of people stupider than him, but his son is a fool; no reason!He can only do it his own way.Even if the son is stupid, he has to marry a daughter-in-law; if God has trouble with him, he has to have trouble with others.He had a silly boy, and a girl would have to have a silly husband anyway; it couldn't be done, and it wasn't unjust.

After washing his face, he stared blankly at the mirror.He is not ugly, even though he is old.He remembered about the boy.Twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, he's always decent.It's sixty now, and it's not ugly.Thin long face, long black beard, high nose bridge, bright eyes.With such a decent face, I don't want to continue when the string is broken, let alone take other flower paths.The brothel is for shopping, just to accompany friends; I respect other women at a respectful distance, and I can't delay my own affairs for girls; but where are my own affairs?I have done matchmaking for others, bought people, always for others, but I didn't take advantage of it, and I didn't even get the benefits I deserved.What do you do?

Zhang Ma brought breakfast, and he ate desperately.Usually he only drinks a bowl of porridge and a sesame seed cake.Today he ate a double portion and told her to cook two chickens.He has to eat, he has to enrich himself; it is not unfair to eat things in his stomach.After eating, he wiped his beard with a wet towel, and he was ready to go out.The wind is strong again, don't be afraid; after running for a lifetime, are you still afraid of the wind?He figured out what to do that day, no, the battle to fight.He can no longer ask others to take the meals he has cooked, and fight with them with his old bones!

He has to go to the disaster relief meeting first.He is the initiator, so why does Fei Zichun hold all the money, rice, and clothes, and only use the car in the club?Let's have a fight with Fei Zichun first, and stop being so stupid.How many disasters have been rescued, what can I have left?This time he can't let it go!He put on a coat with an otter collar that went down to his feet, a three-tile fur hat, and a walking stick. He knew he was decent; in sixty years in the world, he could not remember a time when he was poor.He is not old, and his future is still far away; as long as he is ruthless and hot, he will always be worthy of himself one day.

The sun has come out, and some thin and soft sunlight seems to be trembling in the wind.Liu Xingren pushed open the door.He didn't feel very cold, he had food in his stomach, his clothes were thick, and his heart was steaming.He doesn't need to thank God, he earns his food and warmth through hard work; if he can knock Fei Zichun down, he will be much more comfortable immediately.He was happy, and first fought against Beifeng, and then defeated Fei Zichun.He saw his son, standing at the door of the south house, covered with a quilt.His son is not ugly, he has his height, his long face, his high nose, but he is short-sighted.He loves this silly boy.Although the daughter is smart, but she secretly ran away with a poor artist, she is not as good as a heartless son.Besides, if the father is capable, it doesn't matter if the son is stupid, although it is better if he is not lacking in thoughtfulness.

"Go in, freeze!" He ordered, his voice was hard, but it was full of love. "Dad," the silly boy's face was flushed red; his eyes were bright, but straight; he called aggrievedly. "How many children ① Give me a daughter -in -law? Didn't you say it? See if I don't beat you!" "What are you talking about! Go in!" Old man Liu yelled at Hua with his cane, and drove the idiot into the room.His heart softened!Only such a son!Although a bit silly, isn't An Zhi safer than a naughty ghost?He almost forgot that he was going out, and stared blankly at the back of the silly boy—the quilt with red and blue strips draped over his back.The idiot forgot to close the door, so he rushed over and gently closed the door.

After leaving the street gate, I thought of Fei Zichun again.Not only to find Fei Zichun, but also to go to the City Council today.Put them on stage, it's nothing to do with Lao Liu, okay!Old Liu, let them have a look!And Sun Lao Xi'er from the chamber of commerce, he can't be spared.Old Liu is no longer so easy to talk to.However, I have to do it for my son, Zhang Luo, and his wife; after looking for Sun Laoxier, I will go to Feng Er.Thinking of these things, he has already left the alley.The north wind on the street broke his train of thought.The willow trees beside the road were blown almost head-to-head, whistles were whistling in the air, and wires were vibrating and throwing.He had to go north, lowered his head, leaned on his hand vigorously, and dragged north.His high nose pierced into the wind, and the clear water flowed out quickly, dripping on the beard.He was out of breath on the top, and his legs were wrapped in the coat on the bottom.He refused to turn around to take a breath, and could not be subdued; his throat choked.He walked forward, turning his head to the left for a moment, and then to the left again, as if swimming.he goes.The old man was sweating on his back.There are not many cars on the street; ask him, he will not hire; I know that the weather will be knocked by the driver.He refused to be knocked.Being able to get Fei Zichun's car over is a skill.When you haven't got a car, you can't be knocked by the rickshaw driver first.he goes.His hands were trembling a little, but he was still walking.He used to have a chartered car; the driver bullied him, and he couldn't spend money to get angry.None of the inferior people know good from bad, no.he goes.No one is angry.But Funo was so bad that he was already out of breath.Looking for a place to hide.There is a small teahouse by the side of the road, but he can't go in, he can't squeeze in with the inferior people.he goes.It's time to enter the alley in a short distance. Of course, the wind can be lowered, and the wind will not always block his way.With the last of his strength, he knocked his cane on the frozen ground with a loud bang; but the wind pushed him even harder, and his legs couldn't find their place wrapped up in his overcoat, and his steps became disorganized, and he couldn't help it. to spin around.His heart was hot, and golden flowers appeared in his eyes.He leaned on his cane, not daring to move again; but he exerted himself to calm down, and in a daze, he called out the last courage of his life, as if a mother said to a frightened child: "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!" He knew his The strength of the heart is sufficient; stand still and you will be fine in a while.Listening to the wind in his ears, he closed his eyes and was confused for a while; but he still knew what was going on in his heart, and even though the wind passed by him, he refused to let go of his cane.Like a candle in front of the wind, it was about to be blown out and then lit up again, he felt lost for a moment, sweated all over his body, and then he woke up.He firmly grasped the life again, but he didn't dare to open his eyes immediately.His face was covered with sweat, and he trembled when he was blown by the wind.He softened a lot, and opened his eyes helplessly, everything was shaking with the wind.He turned around instinctively and leaned against the wall; against the wind, he let out a long sigh. Are you still looking for Fei Zichun?He didn't have the energy to think, but he had to make up his mind, and he couldn't keep standing under the wall—it would be comfortable to squat.He had to go, he couldn't lose to this little north wind.Regret not taking a car, but regret is useless.He believed that he was full of energy, had been celibate since his forties, and was no more than a monk.The legs have no strength.Shall we go?Is this how to spare Fei Zichun?Another gust of wind lifted his heels and pushed his neck, as if even the street he was leading was about to be swept away.He didn't want to walk lightly, but took a few steps, lost and flickering, walking forward with the sand, as if he himself was just a chicken feather; the wind didn't respect him at all.Walked away, without his effort, the beard and him fluttered south with the wind.To find Fei Zichun is to go north.But he couldn't hold back his feet, so let's go south; it's not that he's weak, it's that Fei Zichun is lucky, he can't believe in luck, so many things happen, a gust of wind, a gust of rain can make this person ascend to the sky , that person fell to the ground.Liu Xingren let out a long sigh, everyone bullied him, even the wind. Back at the entrance of his own alley, he entered the alley without thinking.The wind in the alley seems to be just a small tributary of a big river, without big waves.Walking along the wall, I can hardly feel anything, and it seems to be much warmer.His beard was no longer leading the way in front of him, and his coat was looser. He could straighten his shoulders freely and breathe freely.He was alive again, after all the wind had not conquered him.He slowed down, wanting to go home and have a cup of tea.No, he has to go.If Feng helps Fei Zichun succeed, he can't spare Feng Er.If you get to the door and don't go in, what will the foolish son do?do not go in.Go find Feng Er.When the wind subsides in the afternoon - if it can subside - then find Fei Zichun; deal with Feng Er first. Walk through your own door.He was a little tired and flustered, so he bent his back a little bit, leaning on a cane, slowly, not in a hurry, it didn't take much effort to conquer Feng Er. Thinking of Feng Er, he immediately put Feng Er down, and thought of Feng Er's daughter.Feng Er is nothing.Feng Er is just a plaque in the shop, and the goods are inside the shop.Miss Feng is the cargo.But things are not that simple, his back is lower.Every time he thinks of Miss Feng, he feels weak in his heart, and he can't help but think of what happened when he was young.He didn't want to think this way, it made him feel embarrassed, but he couldn't help thinking like this.He was talking about marriage for his son, but he thought of himself, how could he be embarrassed?This girl is nothing, calling him so awkward!Everyone bullied him, and this girl Feng was no exception. She made him feel awkward. Turning to the south is Feng Er's residence, as soon as the wind blows, it seems to be.Feng Er is at home.Liu Xingren couldn't help but hang up.With Feng Er's material, he would squat comfortably at home, but he himself was almost blown to pieces by the wind!Feng Er's hut was very warm, which made Lao Liu's face tingle with panic and his heart irritable.Feng Er'an held the stove and warmed his hands quietly, abominable thing. "Brother Liu, is it still coming out in such a strong wind?" Feng Er asked with a smile. "Is life hard, you should suffer!" Liu Xingren has always been merciless towards people like Feng Er. "Come on, big brother's life is still hard; look at me, I don't even have a whole dress!" Feng Er tugged at the skirt of his clothes, a small padded jacket, with cotton exposed in several places.Liu Xingren didn't have time to look at the ragged padded jacket, let alone sympathize with Feng Er.Feng Er is the person he despises the most, he deserves his money, don't be forceful, he bakes his hands in the house on a windy day, and doesn't want to do anything!He took off his overcoat and sat on a broken chair farthest from the fire. He was not cold; Feng Er was twitching more and more alive. Feng Er, in his fifties, was thin, kind, and poor. His slender white hands seemed to be transparent after being roasted by the fire. The more old man Liu looked at Feng Er, the angrier he became.To reduce his anger, he asked, "Where's the girl?" "Go to the street, go to pawn; there is no more rice." Feng Er's eyes were fixed on his hand. "In such a cold day, you don't know how to go by yourself, just ask her to go?" Old man Liu couldn't help but argue with Feng Er, although he didn't bother to do this with him. "The girl still has a robe, she is willing to go, she is afraid that I will not be able to bear it if I go out; she is always so filial, she." Feng Er said slowly, every word has the meaning of loving his daughter. The taste of these few words made Liu Xingren unable to find a suitable answer.There are many, many words to refute these few words; but this smell, this smell suddenly softened the hardness in his heart, as if he suddenly smelled a fragrance of flowers, which opened another way for the feelings in his heart. , I want to put down my anger and chase after that scent. But then he hardened again.He figured it out: he himself used to feel that way about the goofy boys in the family, yes.But relatives and friends, even silly boys, have they ever felt this kind of taste towards "him"?No!Everyone bullies him!Feng Er has a girl to do things for him, filial piety, why?On what basis? He also thought: Feng Er is an incompetent person.But how can there be a filial daughter?vomit!Feng Er is not honest, Feng Er has means, at least he has the means to subdue his daughter!Even a useless person like Feng Er has considerable ability to subdue his daughter.Thinking of this, Liu Xingren could hardly sit still.He never subdued anyone in his life.My daughter ran away with a poor painter, and my son is a fool.Fei Zichun, Sun Laoxier...all bullied him, but he didn't take anyone down.Feng Er collapsed at home and roasted his hands, and a girl went to Dangdang for him!Not even Feng Er, how can he survive?He has to deal with Feng Er.Using Feng Er to perform surgery proved that he can also subdue people. Feng Er roasted his hands, not even daring to vent his anger. He has never offended anyone or said anything wrong in his life.Kindness makes him weak, makes him powerless to resist.Wearing a short jacket with flying cotton, he was afraid of offending others.He loves his daughter and is afraid of her.If he hadn't been afraid of her, he would never have asked her to go out in such a cold day. "Fear" made "love" have a boundary, otherwise he could have become a Buddha or a fairy.He felt sorry for Liu Xingren, but he didn't dare to say that, even though they were old friends, he was afraid.He dared not speak.The two of them were silent, when the door opened and a gust of cold wind came in, they both shivered.Miss Feng comes in. "Come here!" Feng Er called, looking at his daughter's face. The daughter didn't pay attention to what her father said, and went to greet the guests: "Uncle Liu? Why are you coming out in this cold? Your body is really strong!" Liu Xingren didn't answer.For some reason, when he saw Miss Feng, his heart became flustered.He looks at her.Her face was flushed from the cold, there was some dirt hanging from her nose, and there was some yellow sand in the folds of her green cotton robe.She is not tall, with a round face, big eyes, and hair so much that it covers her ears.The whole body is round, powerful and lively.His fingers were bright red from the cold, and there was a small blue cloth bag under his arm.She was not very good-looking and not very clean, but she had a kind of vitality that disturbed old man Liu.She is simple, flexible, and nice to speak.She put the blue cloth bag beside her father, stood in front of the stove to warm her hands, covered her ears and nose, "It's so cold! I won't ask you to go out, okay?" She asked with a smile Dad—it's not like asking Dad, it's like asking a child. Feng Er nodded. "Have you made tea yet?" asked the girl, glancing at the visitor. "No tea?" Pa's hand moved closer to the fire. "Well, I forgot to buy it. Would you like a bowl of boiled water, Uncle Liu?" She asked the customer face to face. Liu Xingren loves these big eyes, but he is a little scared.He shook his head.He was confused.The way the father and daughter spoke, the warmth in the room, the sincerity and kindness made him feel stuck.He envied and hated Feng Er.With this daughter, he can't subdue Feng Er unless he captures this daughter first.How to capture her?What about calling her a daughter-in-law?It's still... It's not a day since his stupid son made a fuss about wanting a wife.Only Miss Feng is suitable.She is in good health, and her father is holding it in the palm of Liu's hand.If you marry her, you will definitely have a grandson; the son is stupid, but the grandson may not be stupid, the Liu family has roots.However, when he saw Miss Feng, he somehow became more energetic, reminding him of his youth.He wants to be worthy of his son, but he believes that he will have a - or more than one - younger son, a son who is not stupid.He himself shall not grow old, but shall be able to have another son.If he himself had married her, he would have had a burning fire in his own house, would have such warmth, and would have such loving conversations with each other.He hated Mama Zhang, because Mama Zhang had no heating for the fire.It is not difficult to ask her to be his daughter-in-law, or to ask her himself.It's just that he loves that silly boy and is willing... His heart is in turmoil.However, he has been bullied all his life, so should he still be angry with his stupid son?Feng Er can subdue his daughter, but can't the surname Liu subdue a fool?He thought of many things on his mind, but none of them was pleasant.He has never been shaken in his life, although he is not short of food and clothing.Food and clothing are not just enjoyment. He is sixty years old, so he should hurry up and make his life more luscious; A woman, like Miss Feng.He is not old yet, it is necessary to defeat Fei Zichun and others, but he should also enrich his life at home and in bed.He is not old yet, and he feels his blood is flowing so fast that he can hear the sound, like the joints of sorghum after rain, creaking.The fool can wait.A foolish boy can't beat his father.Dad should take care of himself first.I haven't walked ahead of others in my life, although I have exhausted my brains; should I ask a fool to take advantage of this point again?He looked at Miss Feng, with a red face, big eyes, and shiny black hair, she was a piece of meat!Why can't I have a bite?There are advantages to planning for Miss Feng: I have two money, although it is not much; as soon as she passes through the door, she will be a wife who has food and drink. If he dies first, if she dies, she will have a problem for the rest of her life①.Yes, he can't just think about himself, he is fair.Miss Feng's fortune is not small, she is fat and big, blessed - Liu Xingren gave him. The girl went into the back room.He had to say, that's what he did.His blood flowed to his face, and he felt a little fever on his cheeks, and he went back twenty or thirty years.How to think how to be right, how to make yourself young.Blood is young, but plans are old, he knows he is powerful.As long as you say it, the matter will be settled. Is there anything else for Feng Er?If you can't handle this trivial matter, can you still be a human being? But he didn't say it.It's okay to be dumbfounded: anyway, if he doesn't speak, Feng Er can stay silent for the rest of his life.That silly son couldn't get rid of him, he hated that silly boy.How to arrange this block?The fool wants a wife, marry him himself, let the fool watch?Probably not.It's no use trying to reason with him, he's stupid.Hey, Liu Xingren bit off a few beards.God, if there is such a God, he will bully people to the end!It's fine to prepare a group of shrewd opponents for Liu Xingren; his opponents are not smarter than him; at the end, there will be a fool who can't deal with it!Hey!Smart people can bully people, and fools can also bully people, Liu Xingren met them all!He is not afraid of anyone; he has to be afraid of everyone, even the foolish son! "Uncle Liu," the girl called out from the room, feeling that her father's way of entertaining guests was too stiff, "what do you want to eat? I can do it, so let's talk." "I still have to go find Fei Zichun, I can't stop talking to him!" Liu Xingren stood up. "Such a strong wind?" "I'm not afraid! I'm not afraid!" Old man Liu picked up his coat. Feng Er had no idea, his hands were still on the fire, and he stood up.Seeing off a guest will make him catch a cold, and it would be embarrassing not to see him off. "Dad, don't move, I'll see Uncle Liu!" The girl had already wiped off the dirt on her face in the house, making it smoother. "No need to give it away!" Old man Liu shouted after glancing at her.Miss Feng rushed out.Liu Xingren almost ran out.The girl's legs were fast and caught up with him: "Uncle Liu, slow down, it's windy! Go home and say hello to silly brother!" A gust of cold wind swept old man Liu away—like a piece of chicken feather.