Since the brake came to visit, in the meaningless nagging between my father and me, there is an additional content under the guise of "Xiao Cheng". For example, when I come back from work and collapse on the sofa to play with my mobile phone, my father will nag me not to sit all the time and exercise more, so as not to dislike you and gain weight; I had calluses in my ears, but I didn't hear them, ignoring the good intentions of his old man.

One day, under his thoughts, I couldn't bear it anymore and said frankly: "When the two of us just started falling in love, we just pulled hands or something, how could it be to the point of talking about marriage." What will happen in the future, it is not yet known, your old man must not take it too seriously, so as not to be sad in the future. ”

Dad was stunned for a moment and replied, "This, cultivate feelings, and be a godson for me." ”

I fell down immediately.

But also, from beginning to end, my father has never hidden his loss that I am a daughter, and in his heart, he wishes to give birth to a boy to continue the incense for him. Every time the uncle complains that his son is a construction bank and needs to spend money to cultivate, he always praises his father and his daughter is a China Merchants Bank, and she only needs to attract investment. This made me very angry at that time - the news advertised that women could hold up half the sky, why did it change when it came to the uncle's mouth?

Although I was not convinced, the fact that I couldn't escape, which was also the root cause of my low self-esteem when I was a child. However, in retrospect, it is nothing more than some feudal remnants of thought. In the actual life of the modern magic capital, there has long been a doorway and a family, and the courtyard of the ancestral hall of the clan no longer exists. Moreover, now that intelligent technology and gene technology are in vogue, science has become the primary productive force. This older generation is still clinging to the root of life and surname, which is also pitiful.

But it lasted only four days, and then it was no longer the case.

On Friday, my father suddenly took the train ticket for Saturday and told me that he and his employer had taken a long sick leave and planned to stay at my grandmother's house for a while longer.

I snickered to myself, brake this unexpected visit, but it lit a bright light for my family, and it can be regarded as a fate that can't be stopped, if I can't really achieve positive results with him in the future, it is also appropriate to be a godson to my father and an elder brother to me.

During the week, the brakes came to me and pestered me, asking me what I was doing, where I went to eat, whether I was working overtime, and such questions, no matter how big or small, only increased my happiness troubles. I said that he was annoying, but as soon as I saw the fun Weibo and the beautiful songs, I quickly forwarded the link to him and asked him to write his feelings.

Obviously, he has made up his mind not to think about him anymore, but as soon as he stops working for a moment, he wants to touch his phone with a weak heart. Forget it, being able to be with the person I like is already in a big city, and my small happiness doesn't have to be so harsh. I was holding my newly bought phone, which was full of screenshots of other sand sculpture jokes in addition to the chat history with him.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye. On Saturday morning, I dropped my dad off at the train station and watched him disappear through the ticket gate with his bag in his back and tears in his eyes. When I was waiting for the train at the station, I remembered the good morning that I had only received the brakes today, and I couldn't help but feel a little sad.

So I pulled out my phone and sent a message to the brakes: "I miss Benny, or I'll come to see him now." ”

"I think you're missing me. He pierced my careful thoughts mercilessly, "But I had a fever last night, so don't come, lest I infect you." ”

Why are you so careless in the change of seasons? Who told you not to dress well on weekdays, you are catching a cold? I typed so quickly, in a tone that was a bit like my mother, who complained about my illness when I was a child, and quickly deleted the sentence.

"Why are you so careless, you suddenly have a fever? I wrote, pressing the send button.

"It's too busy, two days of all-nighters, just finished a project. ”

"You're so busy, don't talk to me all the time. "I feel distressed.

"I still have to go to class during the day, not entirely because of you. Besides, I was able to concentrate on excel in the middle of the night without being disturbed. ”

I sighed, this guy is the same as me, he is the master who forgets everything at work: "Have you eaten lunch, do you want me to order takeout for you?"

"Not yet, no appetite. He obediently replied to me with a voice, and it sounded a little hoarse, which was strangely distressing.

"No, people are iron and steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you're hungry and panicked, if you don't want to get out of bed, ask your roommate to help you buy food to eat, don't wronged yourself at this time. "I was in a hurry, so I simply made a voice call with him in the noisy station.

"Ziyan has promised me to help me bring food, you can rest assured. He answered the phone, coughed, and replied.

Ziyan: Where did the little goblin come from? His sister? No, his sister doesn't have that name, and her sister is still preparing for the college entrance examination in the third year of high school, so how can she have time to help him order takeout. Could it be his younger sister, or a graduate student at the same time? As for his undedicated dormitory aunt downstairs, he is not allowed to put any evil in the building.

I calmed down for a long time, and then I pressed down my beating heart, and then I said in a weird voice: "Who is Ziyan, your senior sister?"

"Hahaha. He smiled heartily at the other end, "Are you jealous? He's a son's son, a researcher, not a girl." Ziyan is my roommate, who lives next door, and is the one who cleans up the floor in the bedroom. He said this, and although his voice sounded hoarse, it was very energetic. In the distance, there was a boy's angry cry: Who is your son, don't think that I will beat you when you lie on the bed, and I will return it all when you are cured!

I covered my mouth at the station and laughed, not daring to make a sound. When others look at me, they may think I'm a nymphomaniac.

"Do you have any cold medicine?" I asked, "have you taken it?"

"Well, I went to the infirmary in the morning to get some medicine, it's much cheaper than in the hospital. ”

"Then you eat, take a little medicine, and get a good night's sleep. When you wake up, call me again, do you feel better, how about it? I'll hang up first, you can do whatever you want. "I saw that the bus arrived, said goodbye to him, turned off the chat, called up the NFC card of the mobile phone, and swiped the fare.

Sitting in my seat, I thought about it and couldn't rest assured, and finally chose to get off the bus at the vegetable market one stop away from home. The vegetable market is bustling, coming and going, and it is very lively. And in my eyes, even if these thousands of people and horses gallop by, they can't fit anyone else.

After my father was sick before, my mother and I took turns to go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables and share the housework with each other, so I still have a little experience in buying vegetables, but I can pick the quality of the vegetables, but I can't kill the price. I prefer to go to the supermarket to buy groceries than the vegetable market, the windows are bright, the lights are bright, the prices are clearly marked, and the children are not bullied, which is simply the gospel of social phobia.

But you can't buy live chickens in the supermarket. Since the avian flu, there are very few live chickens sold in the vegetable market, and only the small stalls outside the market will have scattered hens and pigeons for sale.

I walked through the sewage-filled seafood stalls, down alleys to small corners outside the vegetable market, and sure enough, there was a vendor selling chicken.

I didn't know how to pick chickens, so I had to ask the vendor to pick them for me, and he grabbed a few big hens from the cage and threw them on the ground, and the hens flapped their wings and ran. The chicken was instantly blocked by him, grabbed his wings, and picked it up to show me: "How is it, little girl, you are jumping around, if you want me to kill you now." ”

I shrunk my neck in fright, as if I were the one who was being held to my neck with a knife. I asked for the price, and I waved my hand and asked him to go and kill the chickens and pluck the feathers. In the depths of the alley, there was a faint scream, I made a gesture of Amitabha, there is a debtor, this chicken is for the brakes to eat, if the chicken god is angry, but don't blame the little woman!

I bought other side dishes and carried them home with my poor mother chicken. When I got home, it was the black dog that usually welcomed me at the door, but this time I was upset, so I just said hello to him and took the dishes to the kitchen. After putting the food in the bucket, I remembered to change my clothes, quickly changed into home clothes, washed my hands, and came back to cook.

I threw the chicken in a large basin, washed it, pulled out the entrails and set it aside, and used a knife and scissors to unload the chicken into eight pieces. My strength is too small, and the knife edge of the chicken nugget is rough and crooked, but considering that the man has a fever, I don't know what time it is, and I won't pay so much attention to these details. After cutting the chicken, I toss the chicken pieces into cold water and boil, skim off the foam, and use my hands to remove the greasy fat and skin. I washed the pressure cooker again, added water, sprinkled a handful of goji berries, cut twice as much green onion and ginger and threw it in, poured a spoonful of rice wine, and finally threw the chicken pieces into the pot and covered it.

By the time an hour had passed, I had already made a cold lettuce salad and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, both of which were sweet and sour, and easy to eat. I brought in a chair, found the thermos in the cabinet, and cleaned it.

A pleasant tick came from the pressure cooker, telling me that it was time. I opened the pot, and immediately smelled fragrant, and I couldn't help but taste a spoonful of it myself, smash it, smash it, and sprinkle some salt into the pot. By the way, I took out a piece of chicken, pureed it with a food processor, took out a small pot where I usually boiled milk, poured in the meat puree, chopped shiitake mushrooms, lettuce leaves, chicken broth and freshly made rice, and barely made a pot of chicken porridge.

I sat in front of the TV with my own bowl of chicken porridge in my arms and watched it, slowly losing track of the time.

When I finished resting, I returned to the kitchen and took two insulated buckets, one for soup and the other for porridge. For lettuce and scrambled eggs, a sealed crisper was chosen and put in a bag. After making such preparations, I rushed to school like a big aunt who went to the city to visit her children.

In "Liu Rushi", my favorite sentence is, I didn't marry you to let you do housework, you just sit and stay, don't want to write poems, don't want to read, don't want to play the piano, just listen to the wind and watch the clouds and bask in the sun.

However, I miss you, I just want to care for you, care about you, cook porridge for you, and do everything I can for you.