Chen Chuan stared at the glass containing the brown liquor for a long time before he said, "I don't have any plans." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" and then felt that there was no difference between saying this and not saying it, and added a few words: "My current idea is to study better, get admitted to university, and find a good job after I come out, so that my mother and old man can enjoy happiness." ”

Chen Xiangqian sighed, he put the wine glass on the stone table, fanned it twice with a pu fan, and patiently analyzed with Chen Chuan: "Chuan Wa'er, you are now in your house, you old man is useless." You are young now, you may not understand, that lumbar vertebrae, once it is broken, you will be very annoyed in the future. If you can't do it, you know how to do it, that is, if you are discharged from the hospital, even if you recover from your injuries, you can't do it if you want to work hard like before. But people always have to eat and drink, and you are now the pillar of your house, Chuan Wa'er. ”

Chen Chuan snorted, and continued to listen to Chen Xiangqian with a very focused expression.

"You said you were going to college. Good! The third uncle supports you! But have you thought about it, Chuan Wa'er, when the time comes, you will pay for the tuition? It costs money to go to college! More than 10,000 yuan a year! This is really no joke! The third uncle is going to talk to you today, you may still count on your old man to provide for you in the future, on the contrary, you may have to find a way to get money for your house and support your family. Chen Xiangqian stretched out his hand and pressed Chen Chuan's shoulder, the heavy shoulder made him unable to straighten his waist, stared at his nephew with cloudy eyes, and asked word by word: "Then what do you want to do?" ”

Reaching out and pushing the third uncle's hand off his shoulder, Chen Chuan silently poured himself a full glass of wine, and after drinking it dry, he felt the spicy taste of the wine, he was silent for a while, and then said: "I think the third uncle, you really want to hear me say, I don't study anymore, I'll go out to work now." I think ha, maybe the third uncle doesn't think like this either. ”

"And then? Now I can go into the factory, and in a few years, when I want to get married and start a family, I will go back to my hometown? Find a girl from the countryside, get married and go to the city, work again, and go back to the countryside when you can't do it anymore, just like my mother and old man for the rest of their lives? ”

Chen Chuan burped, looked at Chen Xiangqian with drunken eyes, and laughed weirdly: "Then my life is really over!" He supported his head with the palm of his hand, tilted his head to look at Chen Xiangqian, and saw that his third uncle stubbornly avoided his gaze before stopping. It's just that the third uncle, you are also right, I can't rely on the old man, I only rely on me, you can rest assured, I Chen Chuan don't even rely on the old man, let alone your relatives. ”

"I know what you mean by saying this tonight, Third Uncle. Originally, I just wanted to ask Har if the construction site had been solved, but you told me this, are you afraid that our roof will rely on you? Cannot. Not really. Third uncle, don't be shameless, I still want to be faced. ”

In the end, Chen Chuan staggered to his feet, "Thank you third uncle for this meal, don't get old early, I'll go back to old age first, and see you again third uncle." With that, he staggered away from his chair and walked out the door. Chen Xiangqian sat motionless and watched him staggering out, and after a while, he couldn't see anyone.

He admits that he did underestimate this nephew. The questions he raised with Chen Chuan were all true, he really didn't want Chen Chuan to become a huge burden in the name of studying, which was not good for Chen Aiguo, and even worse for the Chen family. After all, Chen Chuan has a future interest, he will not be able to get any light, no interest, and waste a few years and tens of thousands of yuan, rather than this, it is better to let Chen Chuan himself realize that the path he chose is so difficult, and he will retreat in the face of difficulties, which is the best.

Chen Xiangqian drank the rest of the wine in the wine glass. He deliberately exaggerated Chen Aiguo's injury, hoping to dispel some of Chen Chuan's unrealistic ideas. His old man Chen Aiguo, only has such a level, only such a little money, what does Chen Chuan really want to study in the future, he doesn't have to rely on his relatives to make up a little bit from the east and west, isn't this how he came over in the first year of high school? It's just that in the second year of high school, Chen Aiguo began to work in the county seat, working hard to pay off his relatives' money. What if it's a university?!

In the final analysis, Chen Xiangqian absolutely refused to admit the fact that he was indeed narrow-minded and did not want to lend money to his poor brother. And his selfishness is not very good on the stage, Chen Xiangqian's own son did not have good grades, and he went out to work very early, Chen Chuan will have a future in the future, how can his son compare with Chen Chuan? But this is really unspeakable, Chen Xiangqian is not a bastard, he knows that he can't say this, and he shouldn't think about it. He and Chen Aiguo are brothers who don't come out of Wufu, Chen Chuan is his nephew who he watched grow up, and if people know that he has this mind, he won't be a man.

Chen Xiangqian sat there with a gloomy face, and finally with a gloomy face, he casually cleaned up the plates and cups on the table, threw them into the kitchen, and went back to the house to watch TV.

The warm night breeze blew on Chen Chuan's body, blowing away his drunken spirit a little. Chen Chuan was not in a hurry to go home, he found a ridge not far from home and squatted down, and then took out a pack of cigarettes - because of his father's business, Chen Chuan has now learned to socialize, he is ruthless, and specially paid for a good pack of cigarettes to give others cigarettes. But now, he suddenly wanted to smoke one himself, just like many times when he saw Chen Aiguo smoking in silence, he wanted to taste it.

Clumsily took a cigarette in his mouth, and after lighting it with the lighter he bought when he bought the cigarette, Chen Chuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the spicy and choking taste of tobacco immediately spread in his mouth, and quickly rushed down the trachea into his lungs. Chen Chuan coughed violently, he covered his mouth and coughed a few times, spat out a mouthful of saliva, and then brought the filter close to his mouth, gently but long, and inhaled the second mouthful.

The summer night sky was a deep indigo, and the silver-white stars twinkled in it, and the color was so heavy that the sky fell upside down, as if it were about to press down on people's faces. Chen Chuan wordlessly looked at the blurred curves of the mountains in the distance, and during the day, they were like waves that continued to stretch wave after wave, until they reached the place where heaven and earth meet. He remembered the night sky he had seen at school, where the sky was always bright, and the light of the city blurred the horizon, making you think that the light was a gap that was about to open.

He remembered that in the dormitory, he could never hear the real silence—just as now, except for the occasional barking of dogs and the chirping of insects on summer nights, there was only the sound of the wind rushing through the heavens and the earth, and not even breathing; But in that small, humble room, he could hear the sound of cars speeding up and down the road, the sound of impatient horns, the sound of people coming together to hear the real and the false—the sound of a soccer ball being kicked off the playground, the sound of basketball shoes rubbing against the floor, the sound of a basketball entering the net, the sound of girls laughing and playing, the sound of boys shouting and running on the court, the sound of reading, laughter, crying—the sound of people chatting on the balcony in the middle of the night, the sound of eating potato chipsSurrounded by these voices, he realized that he was not the only one, and he complained while sinking into a blissful sleep.

The tobacco burned out quickly. He extinguished the cigarette in the dirt completely, then stood up, slapped his legs, which were sore and numb from sitting for too long, and headed back in the direction of his home not far away.

The next day, as soon as it was dawn, Chen Chuan got up. He cleaned the house with his hands and feet, and threw the changed sheets and bedspreads into the double-cylinder washing machine that Chen Aiguo had just bought at the beginning of the year, turned his head and couldn't stay idle, picked up water to water the vegetable field, and was busy inside and out, and the clothes were almost washed. She also cleans, but her health is so poor that she usually has more than enough energy.

"Don't do it, it's hot." Li Qiuping timidly called Chen Chuan, thought about it and asked him, "Did you have breakfast?" ”

"Nope." Chen Chuan said honestly, hung a towel around his neck after taking the door panel, and turned his head to ask Li Qiuping before going to the yard to wash his face: "I want to eat the green onion cake that Mom has you stalled!" Put eggs in it! ”

Li Qiuping immediately felt great happiness and great responsibility rushing to her face, which made her expression become serious all of a sudden. She hurriedly went to the chicken coop to pick up fresh eggs, walked to the yard in a few steps, pulled a few shallots planted in a broken enamel basin, and then went back to the kitchen, first chopped the shallots into minced pieces with a few shicks on the cutting board, and skillfully scooped the flour, beat the eggs, added water, salt and sugar, and finally sprinkled some five-spice powder, pepper and monosodium glutamate, all the seasonings and flour and eggs were stirred evenly and put on the side first.

She threw a handful of dry bamboo firewood into the stove, and the fire that had been left in it slowly burned steadily, so she added dry firewood, got up and took the kettle from the small stove, set up a frying pan, and took the vegetable oil jar and poured some oil into it.

The peculiar smell of vegetable oil heating wafted out along the open window of the kitchen, the cyan smoke drifted leisurely in the light, and after the smell of oil smoke, the smell of food was added, the fragrance of flour, the sweet fragrance of eggs, and the spice of shallots were mixed together in the hot oil.

At this moment, Li Qiuping is not the woman who has been sick and weak for many years, nor is she the woman who is cowardly and useless in the mouths of relatives and friends, and will only drag Chen Chuan's father and son back. She was in charge of pots and pans in the kitchen, like a king—a mother all over again.

Many years later, Chen Chuan talked to a friend about the cakes made by his mother: "...... She is reluctant to put oil in other dishes, only fried onion egg cake, must put enough oil, said that the fried cake is not dry, and it is fragrant and crispy in the mouth. She looked down on pancakes, saying that it could only fill her stomach, saying that northerners couldn't cook and spoiled good flour. Her craftsmanship and other dishes can only be said to be normal, but only pancakes, I have never eaten so delicious again. ”