Humans are inherently social animals. - Aristotle

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Zhang Xinjun pulled a grocery cart and walked on the square next to the community. From time to time, some acquaintances passed by and greeted him.

"Lao Zhang, I'm going to buy vegetables!"

"Brother Zhang, go out!"

Zhang Xinjun responded one by one with a smile on his face, but he was slandering in his heart. What is called "Lao Zhang", isn't it a few years younger than me, and it is not your turn to call it that. When I was the director, you were just a small section chief.

There is also "Brother Zhang", it's because I am retired, so I call it that!

With a stomach full of depression, Zhang Xinjun returned to his home. My wife, Wang Shufen, happened to bring out the porridge, "It's time to eat." ”

The only son studied in the capital, so he stayed directly to work, and now only the old couple are left in the family. It's also easy to pour, cook a porridge and eat some leftovers from the night before. If there's nothing left, get some pickles.

On the table today is multigrain porridge and cucumber fried meat leftover from the previous day. Now that my life is better, I have begun to eat coarse grains. All kinds of rice and beans are boiled into a fuchsia mixture. Zhang Xinjun washed his hands and sat down at the table, eating tastelessly.

"You eat this every day, you didn't eat enough when you were young." Zhang Xinjun had no appetite when he saw this color. Wang Shufen pursues health in cooking, less oil and less salt, eats more coarse grains, and eats less meat.

"It's for your health." Wang Shufen glanced up at him and said lightly. The old man retired, he was really idle, and he had nothing to do at home all day.

"Healthy, healthy, living like this every day, it's better to die early!" Zhang Xinjun complained and complained, but he still drank the porridge one by one.

I didn't think there was anything before, after all, I basically didn't eat at home at noon and night, and I ate some of this in the morning as a spice. But now it's like this three times a day, which really makes people fade out of their mouths.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xinjun couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, "The fade out bird is here!" "It's rude words, but it's quite comfortable to say. When I didn't retire, I had to pay attention to my image at all times, and I almost forgot that I was once a famous "bastard" on the streets.

Wang Shufen looked at it, but got up and took a salted duck egg from the kitchen and handed it to him. This is pickled by relatives in the countryside themselves, and they are all domesticated ducks, which are green and pollution-free.

"Just eat half of it."

Zhang Xinjun took the salted duck egg, knocked it on the empty end, and made a small opening. As soon as the chopsticks are inserted, the yellow oil comes out. He likes to eat salted duck eggs, but his cholesterol is high, so Wang Shufen doesn't dare to let him eat more.

After eating, Wang Shufen changed her clothes and went out. Only Zhang Xinjun was left with nothing to do in the house.

Zhang Xinjun has just retired this year, and it is difficult to adapt to such a life for a while. The most important thing is the difference between the status of pre-retirement and post-retirement.

Walking in the community before, everyone was shouting "Zhang Zhu Zhang", and there was an endless stream of guests at home. Even if my son wasn't around, I didn't feel too lonely.

But after this retreat, there were suddenly a lot fewer visiting guests, and there were not so many entertainments. Even if Zhang Xinjun always complained that he didn't have time to spend with his family before, but when he really had time, he always didn't feel good in his heart.

The old couple stared at each other at home, and the contradictions became more and more. Either Wang Shufen thinks Zhang Xinjun doesn't help with the work, or Zhang Xinjun thinks Wang Shufen nags a lot of things.

Wang Shufen used to be a primary school teacher, because of poor health, she retired two years ago, and has adapted to the life of retirement. This is because Zhang Xinjun has just retired, so he quit his activities to accompany him at home.

Who knew that the more accompaniment the more angry he became, so a month ago, Wang Shufen resumed her free activities. I go out after breakfast every day, and I don't come back until noon when it's time to cook.

Zhang Xinjun made a cup of strong tea by himself, sat on the sofa and held the newspaper and read. It's a habit that has been cultivated for a long time, and it hasn't changed even after retirement.

After reading back and forth a few times, Zhang Xinjun put the newspaper aside. Looking at the time, it's only half past ten, but there's really nothing to do.

Zhang Xinjun walked around the room. The house is big, and it turns away. But Zhang Xinjun just felt depressed. Before leaving, Wang Shufen reminded him to pick the beans and make them at noon, but he didn't want to move when he saw the pile of vegetables.

Zhang Xinjun turned around a few times and decided to dye his hair. Usually Wang Shufen does this kind of thing, but today I was really bored, so I decided to try it myself.

According to the instructions, I mixed the hair dye and put on the apron of the same kind as the haircut, so as not to stain the clothes. After taking another waste toothbrush, Zhang Xinjun moved a stool and sat in front of the large mirror in the bathroom and began to compare.

Dip in a little hair dye and, as your wife does, grab a handful of hair and comb it from the roots.

"It's easy!" Zhang Xinjun was interested, raised his eyebrows at himself in the mirror, and hummed a song.

“…… Writing the Spring and Autumn ...... with Blood" is an excerpt from outwitting Weihu Mountain.

Most of the songs that Zhang Xinjun hummed when he was happy were excerpts from the model plays, and his favorite was to outwit Weihu Mountain. Studies have said that the songs that have the most profound impact on a person's life are the songs they listened to when they were teenagers.

"Model play" is the mark of his youth.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Zhang Xinjun felt a burst of pride. He looked good when he was young, and now that he is older, he looks slower than others. Except for his hair being a little gray, his face looks about the same as that of a 50-year-old.

The hair is very thick, and the hair line that does not recede at all adds a lot of points to him.

It is very inconvenient to dye your own hair, and you can't see it at all. Zhang Xinjun had no choice but to find a small mirror and hold it behind his head. Looking at the dyed hair through two mirrors.

This posture is really a bit tiring, Zhang Xinjun dyed it for a while, and his hands were sore. I just wanted to put down the mirror and rest for a while, but I saw a dark shadow dangling behind me in the mirror.

Zhang Xinjun palpitated for a while, and hurriedly looked back, but there was no one behind him. Only polished white toilets and bathtubs reflect the cold light.

Is it dazzling? Zhang Xinjun comforted himself, but there was a faint uneasiness in his heart.

This accident made him lose his mood, and he just lowered his head and hurriedly brushed the hair on the top of his head and was about to call it a day. At this time, the eyes that were inadvertently raised swept to an incredible scene.

Zhang Xinjun slowly raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. The man in the mirror had a toothbrush in his hand, the handle of the brush smiling strangely at his neck.

That's Zhang Xinjun's appearance, but it's not Zhang Xinjun's posture. In reality, his hands are on top of his head.

The man in the mirror seemed to be roaring, but there was no sound.

"Huh!" The faucet suddenly turned on, and a stream of hot water rushed out. Zhang Xinjun hurriedly jumped up and turned off the faucet, but to no avail. The steam soon filled the room, and the mirror was hazy.

"Give it back! Give it back! "Writing began to appear on the mirror. The writing is beautiful, angular and angular. Zhang Xinjun's expression in the mirror also began to be hideous.

"Go away! Go away! Zhang Xinjun waved his arms vigorously, as if this would drive the people in the mirror away, "I don't know what you're talking about!" ”

The man continued to roar, and with the contrast of the handwriting, Zhang Xinjun could tell from the shape of his mouth, what he said was "Give it back to me!" ”

"I don't owe you anything! Don't come to me! Go away! ”

The handwriting on the mirror is getting faster and faster, and the whole mirror is full of handwriting. The handwriting is very neat, as if it were printed.

"Give it back!"

"Give it back!"

Zhang Xinjun was very flustered, he raised the stool at his feet and smashed it towards the mirror.

"Whoa!" The mirror shattered to the ground. In every small piece of mirror, there is a Zhang Xinjun holding a toothbrush, smiling weirdly.

With a hard hand, the toothbrush stabbed into his neck, dripping with blood.

Zhang Xinjun seemed to have been hurt a lot, and fell down holding his neck.

The water was still bubbling and the sink was filling up. The water began to fill up from the edges, and the "tick-tock" dripped to the ground, growing larger and larger, converging into a small stream.

Zhang Xinjun, who was lying on the ground, didn't know anything, and gradually soaked in the water. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the www.biquge.info (qidian.com) of Biquge to vote javascript:void(0);

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