After Fei Aijun got off work in the afternoon, he and a few colleagues finished eating skewers in the food stall in the night market near the editorial office, and when he returned home, it was already more than nine o'clock in the evening. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Fei Aijun is a child who grew up in the army compound, but he does not have the same sense of superiority as the children of army cadres. Dad has long since become a citizen of Beijing, an ordinary citizen, but he still lives in the apartment assigned to him by the army. The living facilities of the military compound in Beijing are generally relatively complete, and the living conditions of the military personnel are relatively better than those of ordinary people, and they are divided into watermelon drinks in the summer and rice and apples in the autumn, but these have nothing to do with the demobilized cadres. Therefore, Fei Aijun is not willing to live here, he wants to have a house of his own, even if it is a home in poor conditions.

Aijun felt that compared with the residential quarters of the local people, the military family compound always seemed quiet and mysterious, and the lights out at 10 o'clock had not yet sounded, and there were few pedestrians walking around in the courtyard, only the street lamps were still with vigilant eyes.

He felt that his father should have gone to bed, tiptoed open the security door of the house, and found that Fei Yuanqing was wearing reading glasses and was sitting on the sofa in the living room flipping through the newspaper.

"Why did you come back so late and didn't go home for dinner and didn't say anything in advance?"

Fei Yuanqing was talking to his son, but he didn't look up at him.

"There is a lot of work in the office today, and I worked overtime with a colleague for a while, and after the overtime, that colleague invited me to eat skewers, and I thought about calling you to say something, but then I forgot about it."

"You drank beer with friends yesterday, and you ate skewers with your colleagues today, and your mouth is very busy!"

Fei Yuanqing was angry in his heart, but he didn't have anything to say, and what he said made Fei Aijun not very happy to hear it. He said in his heart, your mouth is busy, you keep nagging in front of me every day, my ears are not garbage cans, you can't stuff all useless nonsense into it, no wonder Uncle Yang Chuanfu calls you "Waste Professor"!

Fei Aijun knows that his father's mood is not too good recently, Uncle Yang Chuanfu, who often goes to the park with him for a walk, went back to his hometown a few days ago, and his little grandson Xiao Xiao is now in kindergarten with his parents, and he hasn't come over for a while, and his work has been busy recently, and sometimes he comes home late, and he is very lonely.

Thinking of this, Aijun patiently said to Fei Yuanqing: "Dad, I've told you many times, and you are mainly doing a good job of your body now. I'm such a big person, and I'm not Xiao Xiao, so you don't have to worry about me in the future. ”

While Fei Aijun was talking to Fei Yuanqing, he turned on the stereo next to the TV.

Fei Yuanqing turned off the stereo angrily, and the female singer who had just started singing seemed to have suddenly broken her neck, and immediately became silent, and he shouted at his son: "You are thirty years old, when will you be the head?" ”

It seems that Fei Yuanqing is ready to reason with his son again today, and this sentence determines the following theme.

Fei Aijun sat down on the sofa and softly comforted Fei Yuanqing and said: "Dad, I know that you are anxious and want me to start a family as soon as possible and add you a grandson, but I have no house and no car now, which girl is willing to marry me?" ”

"I wanted to help you buy a suite in Shijingshan the year before last, why didn't you agree?"

"That's also called a suite? One bedroom and one living room, including the kitchen and bathroom, the usable area is only more than 30 square meters. ”

"What do you want for such a big house? If you are a snail, don't always think about carrying the shell of a snail. ”

This sentence was a little painful, and Fei Aijun's ears hurt a little, but he didn't want to argue with his father, and waited for the calm after the rainstorm.

Fei Aijun returned home for half an hour, and was counted down by Fei Yuanqing for almost thirty minutes.

Patiently listening to his father's complaining about himself, this is not Fei Aijun's character, but he endured it today. He knows that the heaviest burden in life is not being busy and tired all day long, but being idle and lonely. In the years after my mother's death, my father had two spiritual pillars, one was that he often went to the publishing house to proofread manuscripts for others, although it was hard, but his heart was fulfilling; The second is that Xiao Xiao keeps coming back, allowing him to enjoy the joy of family. Due to health reasons, he had already quit his job of proofreading. Xiao Xiao doesn't come back often now, on the one hand, in addition to letting him go to kindergarten, his sister also enrolled him in two specialty classes, brother-in-law Zhao Qiliang said that his sister was afraid that the child would lose at the starting line, and hated iron and steel. Fei Aijun said that his sister was destroying teenagers and pulling out seedlings to help them; On the other hand, my sister thinks that her father is too spoiled by Xiao Xiao, and the child can't get used to it, and the more she gets used to it, the more mischievous she becomes, and she is afraid that her son will be spoiled by her father.

Fei Aijun also felt that his father was a little too much for his little grandson Xiao Xiao, and if he accidentally spilled some water on the floor in the house, his father would be very unhappy, and he was even more angry than spilling the second pot head in his bottle. Xiao Xiao rode and peed on his neck, and he was happier than taking a hot bath.

Dad is chatting with others outside, and if he can't talk about his little grandson in three sentences, he will be as uncomfortable as a person who is in a hurry and can't find a toilet. No matter when, when he talks about Xiao Xiao, he is extremely excited, Xiao Xiao is like the cigarette he used to smoke and drink, he is now "never leaving his hand, never leaving his mouth". However, Dad is a little too spoiled to Xiao Xiao, he has neurasthenia, and often doesn't rest well at night, Fei Aijun is afraid of affecting him, so he has to be very careful when watching TV and listening to stereos, as long as he sees Dad go to bed, he has to turn the volume to the minimum, which often causes Dad to be dissatisfied. However, Dad was very tolerant of Xiao Xiao, once as soon as he fell asleep, Xiao Xiao shook his body vigorously and said, "Grandpa and Grandpa, get up, why did you fall asleep before you took sleeping pills today!" Fei Yuanqing woke up from his sleep, not only was he not angry, but he also happily praised Xiao Xiao for being sensible, and he knew that he felt sorry for his grandfather since he was a child.

Xiao Xiao doesn't come back often now, my sister is not at ease with my father, and I have to run back home to visit him once a week or two, but my father thinks about Xiao Xiao and doesn't appreciate my sister's concern. I don't see Xiao Xiao all the time, my father thinks so much that he once lost his temper with his sister and said, "Don't come back in the future, I can make do with it now, and I can't die for a while!" ”

Aijun complained about his sister and said to his father, some people said, "The girl who marries out is the water that is spilled, not only do you want to splash the water, do you also want to throw away the basin of water?" ”

Fei Yuanqing sat on the sofa and spoke dryly, seeing that his son did not refute himself, but was a little disappointed and lost, he felt that it was not much fun for a person to continue talking, so he snorted twice, and walked into the room where he lived, went to bed.

Fei Aijun also returned to the room where he lived and lay on the bed, but he couldn't sleep after tossing and turning. Sometimes when I think about it, I feel that the elderly, especially the lonely old man who has lost his wife, is really pitiful, they always think about the younger generations, but the younger generations do not necessarily think about them, they always feel that they are caring about the younger generations, but the younger generations do not think about their care, and sometimes they are even extremely impatient. (To be continued.) )