Today is the third day of the Lunar New Year, and Zhang's mother ran out early in the morning on the pretext of visiting the door, leaving Zhang Yue and Yan Xi at home, creating a perfect warm environment for them.

It's a pity that Zhang Yue, a nerd who doesn't understand the amorous feelings, has often stayed in the room since she came back with Cunyu. Today too, Yan Xi knocked on the door outside the door for most of the day, only to get a hasty response of "busy".

Yan Xi puffed out her cheeks, buried her face in the quilt, and muttered: "Spicy chicken, note the lonely life!" ”

was complaining, Zhang Yue's lazy voice suddenly sounded outside the door, "Do you want to come out and make afternoon tea together?" ”

Yan Xi heard it very clearly, but she didn't hear the sincerity of the apology from these words, so she decided to ignore it, wrapped in the quilt and jumped on the bed without saying a word.

Zhang Yue stood outside the door, listening carefully to the movement inside, only to hear a sound of Suosuo, and then there was no follow-up. Zhang Yue scratched his head, a little embarrassed, after he was busy with his own affairs, he realized that he was in trouble, Yan Xi is not such a coaxing girl.

"Then I'm done, you come out to eat, okay? How about steamed rice cakes? It's delicious and appropriate. Zhang Yue continued to shout, her tone was a little more serious, but it was a pity that she was still sinking into the sea.

Zhang Yue sighed, thinking about what else to say, but in the end he had no choice but to give up, he was really not good at these things. Since words can't impress, you can only prove your sincerity with actions.

Not long after, Zhang Yue came to the door of Yan Xi's house with a bowl of sweet steamed rice cakes. He cleared his throat and tried to make his tone more gentle: "Xiaoxi, the rice cake is ready, come out and eat it while it's hot." I put the sugar just right, it won't be very sweet. ”

Inside, the silence was suffocating.

Zhang Yue held the bowl in one hand, and tried to twist the handle with one free hand, but it turned out to be easily twisted. No locks? Zhang Yue said secretly in her heart. He walked in lightly and saw Yan Xi curled up in the quilt, motionless.

"Sleeping?" Zhang Yue asked.

Who knows, Yan Xi turned over and sat up from the bed all of a sudden, and threw the pillow and quilt vigorously, scolding while throwing it: "I let you be busy, let you be busy, ignore me, you can do it, now!" Yes! Don't you know I'm losing weight? Also afternoon tea! You're going to bully me......"

Zhang Yue laughed with her, still holding a rice cake in her hand, dodging in the pillow rain.

Yan Xi touched the bed and found that there was nothing left to throw away, so she said angrily: "Did I let you hide?" Put it back for me, and stand there without moving. ”

Zhang Yue nodded with a wry smile, put away the rice cakes, and then picked up the pillow quilt on the ground and handed it to Yan Xi. The latter glanced at him, grabbed the pillow and was about to smash it, but Zhang Yue didn't dodge and stood up obediently.

Looking at him like this, Yan Xi was not in the mood to smash it, and said angrily: "Rice cake!" Feed me, I'm going to play a game. ”

"Not a weight loss ......"

"Get out!"

The rice cake is soft and glutinous but not sticky to the teeth, and part of the white sugar on the surface has melted into sugar water, seeping into the rice cake, biting down, leaving a fragrance on the lips and teeth. Yan Xi chewed the rice cake and said vaguely: "I've gained so much weight, and you still make me something so high-calorie." ”

"I specially used steamed, not fried." Zhang Yue picked up a piece and prepared to send it to her mouth, thinking that she would taste it herself. Who knew that Yan Xi opened her mouth very consciously.

Zhang Yue was stunned for a while, so she had to change her direction and send the rice cake into the sugar-stained mouth. A bowl of rice cakes was eaten quickly, Yan Xi said that he was unwilling, and he was still quite happy to eat. Moreover, Yan Xi is really not fat at all.

After eating and drinking, and getting tired of playing the game, Yan Xi forgave Zhang Yue for what he had done before.

"What are you doing in the room? Don't even pay attention to me telling you. Watching a film? Yan Xi asked viciously.

Zhang Yue was not angry, but smiled, he wiped it on the yin and yang ring, and pulled out a knife. The knife is three feet long, the blade is white, smooth as jade, and it looks very beautiful. But the knife is not sharp, it can even be said to be a blunt knife.

"What is this?" Yan Xi looked at this knife and felt a little familiar, but he didn't dare to be sure.

Zhang Yue smiled: "This is Village Rain. He stared down at the knife, his hand caressing the body of the knife as gently as if caressing his lover's face.

Yan Xi bent down and looked at Zhang Yue's face, she actually saw the expression on that face, and it was still an obsessive expression.

"Stay Moon, let me ask you, oh, if one day, you want someone to introduce me, what will you do?" Yan Xi suddenly became serious, sat up straight, and asked.

Zhang Yue raised her head, a little puzzled, but still said seriously: "Do you want to demonstrate it again?" ”

"Hmm!" Yan Xi nodded solemnly.

Zhang Yue thought about it, then tried to substitute that kind of situation, and said, "This is my friend, Yan Xi."

"No? Finish? Yan Xi waited for a while and asked in disbelief. She stared at Zhang Yue's face tightly, hoping to find the expression she had just seen. But it's a pity that Zhang Yue squinted her eyes and was expressionless, as usual.

Yan Xi lowered her head gloomily and said, "I want to complain to your mother that you bullied me!" ”

"Huh?"

"The expression on your knife is richer than when you look at me! What do you mean, you will spend the rest of your life with knives! Don't come to me! Yan Xi lifted the pillow and smashed it for a while, forcibly drove Zhang Yue out of the room, and then closed the door heavily.

Zhang Yue took the knife and stood outside the door, dazed for a long time, before saying: "That, the bowl, put it there and don't wash it, it will provoke mosquitoes." ”

After a while, the door opened, and a bowl flew out. Zhang Yue hurriedly caught it, secretly relieved, if he smashed the bowl, he would have to be busy again.

Zhang Yue looked at the closed door, sighed helplessly, and ran to wash the dishes.

At night, Zhang's mother rushed back from outside in a huff, and she didn't have time to take off her clothes, so she grabbed Zhang Yue and scolded her. The content is nothing more than saying that Zhang Yue doesn't know how to be considerate of girls, and she doesn't have a bit of manliness or anything like that. Although Zhang Yue was depressed, she still did a lot of work on the surface. This farce, in the end, under the mediation of Zhang's mother, finally came to an end.

As the night deepened, Zhang's mother may have been angry with Zhang Yue, a nerd, and went back to sleep early.

Zhang Yue was in the room, looking at the newborn village rain. For the past few days, he has been repairing the half-forged knife, and after some hard work, he finally succeeded. The current village rain is much better looking than the previous potholes, although it still doesn't have much lethality, but it has the appearance of a knife.

Zhang Yue opened her black and white pupils, and with a touch of her hand on the knife, wisps of white light ignited, enveloping the village rain, exuding a gentle aura. From the beginning, Zhang Yue didn't plan to kill with village rain. In the past, the knife that used to kill for life has no ability to kill in Zhang Yue's hands, I have to say that it is a creation to make people!

"I can't understand your taste, this knife is really ugly." A lazy voice came from Zhang Yue's laptop. On the computer screen, there is the nurse's face hidden in the salted fish pajamas.

Zhang Yue smiled: "I think it's good." ”

"Heh......"

Zhang Yue looked at the computer, looked directly into the nurse's eyes, and asked, "What happened to the escaped knife soul?" ”

Through the screen, the nurse also felt Zhang Yue's serious gaze and said, "Kill." ”

"That's ......"

"Not convinced?"

"No, just wondering if there's a better way."

"You may have, but I don't."

Zhang Yue nodded, no longer spoke, but sent a goodbye emoji, and turned off the video conversation. He looked at the village rain in his hand, and his black and white pupils showed a hint of determination.

He had hesitated whether the path he had always adhered to was the right one. When the turquoise vines destroyed Mrs. Xu's home, he was extremely suspicious of himself. At that time, he really wanted to kill those two fruit babies who were not powerful with his own hands. It's okay, it's okay, he didn't do it, whatever the reason, he's still on that road, and that's enough.

Zhang Yue said happily in her heart, the black and white eyes that looked at the village rain became more and more obsessed. He liked this knife very much, not only did he take advantage of it, but he couldn't kill it. A blunt knife, under his control, hurts at most.

"Hey! I said you're really enough! You don't really plan to spend the rest of your life with this knife, do you? Yan Xi sat behind Zhang Yue and said coldly.

Zhang Yue sighed: "Can you be jealous with a knife?" And, are you going to spend the rest of your life with me? ”

"Maybe?"

"You won't."

Yan Xi snorted coldly and did not continue the topic, "Do you know why, did I let you fight in the end?" ”

Zhang Yue frowned and said, "I hope it's different from what I thought." ”

Yan Xi smiled: "That's what you think." During the second battle, I noticed the unusual murderous aura on Sword Fang's body. I also thought that the third time I let you face that murderous aura, you can understand something, so that you will not cower and not even dare to kill demons. Unexpectedly, it backfired, and you turned the demon knife of Murayu into a rotten iron rod. ”

Zhang Yue still looked at the knife, silent, and didn't pay attention to Yan Xi's sneer.

"Haven't you been skeptical? Then I'll tell you right now that the path you stick to is wrong. Sooner or later, you'll pay for it. Believe it or not, love to hear it or not. Yan Xi dropped a cold word and left.

In the middle of the night, only Zhang Yue and the village rain in his hands were left, one person and one knife, a road that did not know where to go. The New Year is a new birth, and it may also be a prophecy that you will go to the grave. Young people are yearning for the growth of new students, and they are very happy that they can have more vigorous vitality to meet new challenges and waves. The old man was lying on the hospital bed, trembling, and they seemed to see the tombstone in the near future, and saw that they were closer to the ghost gate.

Some people say that the older you get, the less you want to die. It may not sound like much scientific proof, but it makes sense. When people have seen too many temptations of all kinds, they are reluctant to let go, and people will be nostalgic for what they have when they are alive. The kind of words that look down on Hongchen and see through fame and fortune before death, who knows that they are forced to say by death?

Chang Sheng is a strange person, in his forties, with a twenty-year-old face. There was no trace of time on his face, as if time was frozen in his youthful youth. His wife Ye Banghong loves and hates, loves his delicate and handsome appearance, and hates those beautiful girls who are several times younger than him when their spring hearts are overflowing.

Many times, Ye Banghong will take out photos of herself when she was young and secretly wipe her tears. Twenty years ago, she was also a fragrant peach blossom, and how many bees and butterflies were infatuated with her sweetness. At that time, she was also arrogant, enjoying the pleasure of the stars holding the moon.

Bigger, the peach blossoms are ripe, and the beauty that was originally a little shy begins to grow and become intellectually beautiful, and a charm from the inside out exudes it, making the bees and butterflies intoxicated and the flowers ashamed. At that time, she met Chang Sheng, the handsome man. After that, she wore a wedding dress, often in a suit and leather shoes, they were like a pair of beautiful people, and entered the palace of marriage under the eyes of many envy.

The red blankets, the falling snow-white feathers, the long-lasting applause accompanied by the undulating wedding symphony, everything was so perfect. She wore a ring for life, set with a diamond, shining with the most dazzling light, just like her and Changsheng. They kissed, on the blankets, in the feathers, there were applause and symphonies cheering.

She remembered the sweetness of her tongue. Look, in the photo, the crimson on his cheeks is so touching and pitiful, like a ripe apple, everyone wants to take a bite. Also, how confused Chang Sheng's eyes are when he looks at himself.

Everything was so beautiful.

No kidding, it's a dream and you will wake up one day.

Time returns to reality, it should be lost in the past on the road weathered, to this day, what is left?

Ye Wanhong doesn't like to look in the mirror, but she can't hold back her heart of wanting to understand the years. Sitting in front of the mirror, she looked at her face and wanted to cry without tears.

The withered yellow skin is like a dead leaf that falls on the grass and no one cares about it, and it may be stepped on by passing cats and dogs from time to time. The sagging skin squeezed out wrinkles, which were clearly the scars of the years on her face, and forcibly destroyed her once hibiscus-like appearance. Her eyes were no longer bright and became dull, and the world reflected in her pupils was gray.

She didn't want to admit it, but she was really old. Twenty years, husband and children, she has fulfilled the obligations of a wife. For twenty years, she took care of the housework, and also consumed her most precious treasure - youth.

Chang Sheng is still by her side, loyal and loyal. The wedding ring is still worn on the ring finger of the left hand, and the diamond still sparkles. Only, she has changed. Sometimes, she is very jealous of Chang Sheng, jealous of this man who will never leave her. Why, can he not be old?

Why, people, must grow old?

No one answers this question because it's common sense.

Ye Banghong flipped through the calendar and breathed a long sigh of relief, she was glad that her birthday was still a few months away. She held the calendar, a little melancholy, when did she become so afraid of her birthday?

"Mom, are you there?" With a creak, Ye Banghong's door was pushed open, and a head poked in. Ye Wanhong glared at her daughter who couldn't even knock on the door, and said, "What are you doing?" There was no knocking on the door, no politeness at all. ”

The girl's name is Chang Xin, about seventeen or eighteen years old, it is the flowering season, and a brown wavy hair is draped down in a dashing manner and falls on her shoulders, making her a little less childish, more mature and sexy.

Every time she looks at her daughter, Ye Banghong will feel proud. This is the genes inherited from her and Changsheng to give birth to such a beautiful daughter. 's delicate facial features and bumpy figure are much better than the current popular actresses. In fact, her daughter is also a well-known graphic model.

It's just that while being proud, there is also a different kind of emotion, which can't be shaken away.

Chang Xin smiled flatteringly, stepped forward and hugged Ye Wanhong, and said with a smile: "Mom, tomorrow is your birthday, what gift do you want?" ”

Ye Wanhong was stunned, her expression was a little panicked, she struggled to look at the calendar in Chang Xin's arms, and said, "How come, isn't my birthday a few months away?" ”

Chang Xin let go of Ye Wanhong suspiciously, looked at the calendar in her hand, and said, "Mom, are you okay?" The calendar hasn't been torn up in months. We're done with the year, how can it still be August? ”

Ye Wanhong was stunned, not knowing what she was thinking. This frightened Chang Xin, she hugged Ye Wanhong and asked anxiously, "Mom, Mom, what's wrong with you?" Don't scare me, Mom, Mom......"

"Eh, eh...... I, I, I'm fine, it's okay. Ye Wanhong was awakened by Chang Xin's scream, and hurriedly said, but her pale face was not convincing. Chang Xin still asked worriedly, "Is it really okay?" Should I see a doctor? ”

Ye Wanhong smiled and waved her hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, I'm really fine." You don't have to worry about me. Mom is only in her forties, not old yet! The last two words, Ye Wanhong said very unconfidently.

Chang Xin was skeptical and said, "It's really uncomfortable, don't hold it back." ”

"Oh, yes."

"Mom, tomorrow's birthday, are you going to ......"

"You guys, I don't care. As long as you are happy, Mommy will be happy. ”

"But ......"

"Okay, mom is tired, you go out first."

Chang Xin pursed his lips and had to leave first. Ye Wanhong glanced up at her daughter's slender back, lay down silently, and two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.

……

In the evening, Chang Sheng came home from work with a tired look. Pushing open the door, Chang Sheng looked at the empty dining table, a little strange. It's already past half past seven, and usually at this time, the dinner table is already full of food, and his wife and daughter are waiting for him to come home and start the meal.

Today, however, it was surprisingly quiet.

Puzzled, Chang Xin walked out of the room, saw Chang Sheng, and hurriedly trotted over.

"Dad! You're finally back. Chang Xin said with relief.

Chang Sheng looked puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?" Where's your mother? ”

"I didn't know, but tomorrow was my mother's birthday, so I went over and asked her what she wanted. But she didn't seem to be very happy, and she fell asleep in the afternoon, and still hasn't woken up. I'm so hungry......" Chang Xin said while touching his shriveled stomach

Chang Sheng frowned slightly, and said, "Mom is not feeling well, won't you make some food by yourself first?" Why wait? ”

Chang Xin said aggrievedly: "I...... I'm not going to do it......"

Chang was angry and said: "You are 18 years old, you don't know any housework, and it will be up to you to get married in the future." ”

"What logic, who said that girls must be able to do housework, I will find a boy who can do housework to support me in the future. And now it's not my mom, okay? Mom is still in the room! Chang Xin replied unceremoniously.

Chang Sheng shook his head helplessly and said, "There will always be a clay meal, right?" Let's go to the rice panning first, and I'll see what's going on with my mother, and I'll come out to cook for you. ”

Chang Xin smiled: "Dad, long live!" Then, under Chang Sheng's stern gaze, he went to wash rice and cook rice.

Chang Sheng walked into Ye Banghong's room, and the latter was still silent in the bed.

"Bang Hong? Still sleeping? Chang Sheng sat on the edge of the bed and asked gently. The voice is still the same as when I was young, like the spring breeze on an April day, bathing people in warmth.

Ye Wanhong raised her head and looked at her father. Oh, my God! What a handsome face! Who would have thought that such a handsome guy was already in his forties? He and his daughter are walking together, they are the real husband and wife!

Ye Banghong shouted in her heart, but she couldn't show it on her face. She quickly lowered her head and said, "Husband, you're back!" ”

"yes, my daughter said you weren't feeling well, did you? Does it matter? Chang Sheng asked kindly, his clear eyes revealing tenderness that could melt the hearts of countless women.

But the more this is the case, the more Ye Wanhong's heart hurts. No matter how sweet the honey is, if it drips on the wound, it will not make people like it.

Ye Wanhong smiled: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired." I'm sorry to trouble you to cook today. I'll go out to eat later. ”

Chang Sheng touched her face and said, "It's okay, I said you too, I asked you to teach Xin'er to do housework before, you always protected her and raised such a lazy daughter." Look, you're tired of yourself, huh? Rest well, I'll make you something to eat today. ”

"Dad! I heard that! Don't take you to speak ill of people behind your back! Outside the door, Chang Xin said angrily.

Chang Sheng waved his hand and said, "It's so powerful, go and choose a dish for me." Don't give me a poor mouth here. ”

"Oh......"

Chang Sheng's hand was still on Ye Banghong's cheek, the smooth and delicate touch, and there was a hint of warmth, which was very comfortable. But Ye Wanhong was not in the mood to feel this, she was thinking, Chang Sheng must have felt that her face was rough and relaxed, and she was not as elastic as when she was young.

"Then you continue to rest, cook a meal, and I will call you again. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything and don't let myself get too tired sometimes. Chang Sheng said.

Ye Wanhong nodded: "Well, I'm fine, you go and get busy." ”

Chang Sheng looked at his wife's haggard appearance, his expression was a little unbearable, he hugged Ye Wanhong and said, "It's all my fault, it's me who didn't let you live a good life, and I made you so tired." I'm really sorry, dear. ”

"I'm fine...... Probably ...... "Today is Ye Banghong's birthday."

Outside the window, the sun hangs high, the heat disperses the clouds, the dazzling light illuminates the world, and a looming heat begins to rise. It's only February, it's the end of winter, but the chill is already fading. The sun in the south is always powerful.