Maybe Xia Xue naturally likes to stay in the kitchen, she loves the casserole that her grandmother gave her, and she has an almost stubborn attachment to boiling soup, she can look at the casserole, look at it for a morning, she can also stare at the fire on the stove, and stare at it for an afternoon.

In the kitchen, the blue flames were high and low, and Xia Xue looked at a copy of "The Siege of the City" on her fingers, and after flipping through a few pages at random, she stared at the flames again in a daze, and stayed for a day.

Xia Xue especially liked the blue short jacket and black mid-length skirt at that time, wearing a pair of small black leather shoes, coupled with short ear-length hair and thick Qi bangs, pure and elegant, like a girl in the Republic of China. The warm sunlight outside the house shines through the gaps in the leaves, sprinkling on her head, face, and body, forming a bit of swaying vortex, like a playful and lovely elf...

At that time, He Yonghui often secretly wondered, why did Xia Xue like such a style, why would she be so paranoid about making soup?

It wasn't until he came in that he suddenly understood that Xia Xue's misfortune at a young age and a heart of literature and art naturally made her hope that she could break through the cage and boldly pursue freedom and happiness like the infatuated girls of the Republic of China, and her dedication to decoction was not the longing for her deceased grandfather, nor the pity for her grandmother's lonely life.

When He Yonghui said this, he sighed, looking very remorseful, as if he was blaming himself for why he only understood Xia Xue's thoughts now.

Li Shaohui was silent, not knowing how to persuade him.

He Yonghui was stunned and continued to talk about the future. There are two events in He Yonghui's memory that are vivid and unforgettable.

The first thing: Xia Xue's new view of "working from 9 to 5".

On the occasion of the first anniversary of Xia Xue's arrival in Lijiang, He Yonghui took her little hand and walked on the warm and smoky streets of Lijiang, swaying and rippling, chatting without a word.

He Yonghui looked at the white-collar workers who were hurrying back and forth on the street, and suddenly asked, "Xue'er, I haven't been to work on time like this, and I don't know what it's like to live from 9 to 5?"

Xia Xue looked at the back of the white-collar worker who disappeared in a hurry in front of her, sighed lightly, and said: "Wearing a seemingly glamorous professional suit, sitting in a bright and luxurious office, chatting with a group of 'like-minded' colleagues, reading the newspaper..."

When Xia Xue said this, her expression and tone were like a survivor of the end of the world.

At that time, the scorching sun of Lijiang sprinkled warm sunlight through the white clouds, and the sun gently sprinkled on people, warm and warm, which made people feel relieved and began their afternoon life - basking in the sun.

He Yonghui pulled Xia Xue to sit on the steps casually, the steps were hot, like an elastic hard sofa.

"Xue'er, isn't it good to have a decent life where the wind can't blow and the rain can't get wet? The ship of life has locked the road, and there are experienced seniors in front of you to guide you, so you won't lose your way; with the encouragement of colleagues in the same boat, the journey will not be lonely and boring; and there will be support from your parents and relatives who are dedicated to supporting you, and you won't run into a shipwreck.

All you need to do is to take the helm and move forward, ride the wind and waves, sit back and watch the flowers bloom on the other side, and enjoy the success. Isn't that bad?" These are the lyrics of a folk song that He Yonghui tailor-made for Xia Xue.

In a trance, Li Shaohui didn't know when, but he also heard Xia Xue sing.

Xia Xue said: "I know that birds who follow the rules have meat to eat, but I hate and be afraid of that atmosphere, that kind of life. The red tape there is like a barrier that traps people there, makes them unable to move at all, and it seems that even breathing air has to be approved by instructions. Xia Xue moved her body, half leaned on He Yonghui's arms, and said: "Sitting there every day, drinking boiled water, holding a newspaper, smiling mechanically, and intriguing with a group of lifeless, philistine and selfish colleagues for the sake of petty profits, it seems that only in this way can I prove the value of my work..."

He Yonghui sighed: "Officialdom has always been dark, and officials who have nothing to do to find their own value are not bad to the bone, and they are better than those corrupt officials or officials who steal and prostitute women." ”

Xia Xue said with a smile: "So I am disgusted with this kind of life, I seem to be a decent civil servant, with a clean and comfortable office building, and a warm office like spring, but I don't do anything, I can only grieve myself in decadence, and live like a year. ”

Time passed, He Yonghui and Xia Xue were grinding their teeth intermittently on the streets of Lijiang in the afternoon.

Xia Xue said: "Do you know? What is the first thing we learn at work? Boiled boiled water, this burn is three years, and then I also burned from an intern to a section member, deputy section chief, and almost became a regular department.

At that time, I just drank plain water every day, then turned it into hot urine, and finally went to the toilet to release it, and then my body felt empty. It's like a steaming day in the office, no matter how lively and prosperous it is, it's just a stream of hot air, which is fleeting. That's why I hate drinking plain water the most, even in the cold winter months, I like to have herbal tea with ice. After Xia Xue finished speaking, she looked at the blue sky and smiled happily.

He Yonghui stared at Xia Xue's smiling face, but saw the pain hidden in her heart, he couldn't bear it in his heart, and laughed: "That's because you have a weak internal fire and need herbal tea to clear the fire, just like me with herbal tea." ”

After Xia Xue heard this, her face was slightly red, and she was very disobedient, and she used women's nirvana techniques such as scratching and twisting in He Yonghui's arms, and He Yonghui, who was in pain, grinned and asked for mercy again and again.

After making a fuss for a while, Xia Xue said again: "All health experts say that drinking too much herbal tea drinks is not good for the body, and only plain water is the healthiest, just like the elders told us that life is the most complete only when we are down-to-earth and follow the rules." But on days like boiled water, how many people really like it?"

He Yonghui asked: "Then when you resigned, did your parents, friends, relatives and colleagues not persuade and obstruct you?"

Xia Xue remembered the situation of resignation, lying in He Yonghui's arms and laughing, laughing so much that she didn't pay attention to her image at all, and only stopped a little after a long time, she said again: "The situation on that day was the most chic in my life.

I went to the office that day, as usual, after a drink of cold boiling, I was stunned for a while, then threw away the water glass, tore up the notebook, cut the employee card... In the stunned expressions of everyone, he smiled brightly and strode out with their worldly gaze.

"Cher, you're naughty. He Yonghui looked at Xia Xue in his arms, couldn't help but pampered her nose, and said with a smile: "I guess that after you left that day, the moment you closed the door, in addition to the curling heat of boiled water on the table, there would definitely be envious, jealous and hateful eyes permeating and raging in that cage." ”

Xia Xue said with a smile: "No, there was a power outage in the factory that day, and there was no way to boil water at all.

The moment I came out and closed the door, I didn't know who in the crowd let out a 'cut' disdain. ”

At the end, Xia Xue said, "Fuck the days of your mother's boiled water, the old lady doesn't need it anymore!" completely denied her previous life.

After that, Xia Xue, who had a sweet smile, hugged He Yonghui tightly and was very happy, but the faint confusion in her eyes could never be dispersed.

And He Yonghui was also heartbroken at that moment, secretly hating that he didn't meet the little girl in his arms earlier, hug her, and give her warmth.

The second thing: He Yonghui and Xia Xue fell to the end of the world.

Lijiang, an ancient style in reality.

There are three religions and nine streams in the market, innkeepers, bars, gamblers, and singers, who wander at the bottom of society, forming a mixed world.

But more often, the rivers and lakes of Lijiang are linked to feelings, which is a kind of spiritual sustenance that we pursue, the chivalrous spirit of pulling out the sword to help each other when the road is uneven, and the ideal sentiment of fighting the sword and being at ease, and more importantly, the national righteousness of taking the world as its own responsibility.

So here, they all claim to be people from the rivers and lakes, they all walk the rivers and lakes, and all the bridges are also rivers and lakes.

That is, if there are rivers and lakes, there will be grievances, and only when there are grievances can the true feelings be revealed.

Therefore, people who have been wandering all their lives will say that the rivers and lakes are a lamp, and the shadows are full of shadows, flickering and dark, reflecting the sadness of honor and disgrace and the cold state of the world.

And He Yonghui and Xia Xue's fall to the end of the world started with that grievance in the rivers and lakes.

That day, He Yonghui led Xia Xue to sing on the street as usual, but his luck was not good that day, few people came to stop and watch, and even fewer were willing to reward money.

The house leak happened to be rainy, and two hours after He Yonghui sang, three shirtless drunks came menacingly.

They staggered over, reclining in front of He Yonghui arrogantly, muttering in their mouths and gesturing with their bodies.

"What kind of broken song is this?," cried one of the strong men with a meaty face.

The two companions of the strong man laughed when they heard this, and there was a fat man with exposed nose hair, pointing at He Yonghui with an orchid in one hand, and said: "TM's crying and mourning will not be, look at your broken bowl, you don't have a penny in the afternoon, hurry up, change a song for Lao Tzu, sing it, Lao Tzu will reward you with begging money." ”

When Xia Xue heard this, her face was full of disgust, and she couldn't help but ridicule her, but she was pulled by He Yonghui and signaled her not to care.

Because up to now, He Yonghui has not figured out the reason why these drunks are stirring up trouble, is it a thug hired by his peers? Or are they having nothing to do? The grievances and grievances of the rivers and lakes have never been clear, and since he can't figure it out, it is better to take the 36 plans as the best policy.

It's a pity that sometimes blindly giving in can't make the other party stop making peace, it will help the other party to be arrogant, just when He Yonghui and Xia Xue packed up their tools and were about to withdraw, these drunks began to inch in and tease Xia Xue.

"This chick is really good, white and clean, and so plump, look at this big breast, look at this ass, it's really a stunner. Chick, let's go with my brother, my brother promises to let you have a good life. A drunk man with a sallow face, fat head and big ears looked at Xia Xue and smiled shamelessly.

"Yes, look at that little white face in your house, thin like a monkey, with a yang face, can he satisfy you? The fat man with an orchid finger in one hand looked like a **, and said with a smile.

These unbearable words made He Yonghui's eyes erupt with fire, and he was furious, ready to teach these shameless drunks a hard lesson with his own strength. In the rivers and lakes, "the hatred of taking his wife and killing his father" are not shared, and they must be revenged, since they dare to insult Xia Xue, then He Yonghui can't make them feel better.