Guo Guozhu went to Xiong Erbo's house in the evening, and when he came back in the evening, there was a bag of fruit hanging on the handlebar of the car, and there was a fruit in it that he had never seen before. He surprised his mother.

The first sentence is: "I really saw the world, ah, it was given by the second wave again, wow, what's wrong with this second wave, a rare thing a day, a rare thing a day, I don't know where I got it, people just have a way." Look at this. I have to believe that having the ability is having the ability. His mother asked, "What's wrong with him?" Are you married? I guess so. ”

"Next month on the 18th."

His mother was immediately surprised: "So fast? Where's it? Where's the one you're looking for? Or is it from your technical school? His mother's eyes were as wide as brass bells, and there were a few bloody streaks like spider webs on them, which was a little terrifying, like she wanted to eat people.

Guozhu smiled, a little disgusted and dissatisfied with his mother's gaffe: "Alas, it's not that person, it's already changed." The pillar suddenly sank his face like a cloud. A belly full of thoughts. Nothing escapes my mother's eyes. His mother stared into Guozhu's eyes and asked, "What else are you talking about?" ”

"Didn't say anything." Guozhu said lazily.

"Don't say anything? Don't say anything, what are you sighing for? "If you don't say it, the world knows the son Mo Ruomu. And children are most willing to talk to their mothers. Guozhu was pulling the placket of his clothes with one hand and taking off his coat, thinking of something: "Ah, I almost forgot, today is the night shift, don't change your clothes, wow, what time is it?" He glanced at a small table in the corner, there was a small square wooden box like an old-fashioned makeup box on the table, dark red, almost black and red, with a smell of unearthed cultural relics, but there was no rust color, rubbed black and red, a little place, like wading through chicken blood. At the top of the small table box sat an old grandfather clock. Like a Lafayette, he has long understood the various states of life and is extraordinary.

When Guozhu looked at the old clock, it suddenly rang, the sound was not loud, a bit like a suppressed voice, and it was like an aging shouting sound, and the end gradually went down, low-key and deep.

"It's still early, it's not too late to leave at eleven o'clock, well, the point is," Guozhu does have something on his mind. He kept thinking about one more thing that Old Bear had told him. The more he was so preoccupied, the more his mother couldn't let go. His mother also glanced at the clock, and her face suddenly tensed: "What's the matter, let him borrow something, stupid Taobao, he can't come back for half an hour." ”

"What's wrong?" Guozhu just changed the subject.

"The saw, it's really useless, you can't do anything, it's just a foodie." Scolding, disgust and even resentment appeared on his mother's strong face.

Guozhu was silent. This kind of expression of my mother to my father is not a day or two, it has been like this since I was a child, and I have quarreled for a lifetime. My father said a few words many years ago, and now he doesn't have a word. When a guest came, when the mother saw her father in front of her, she would instantly turn her smiling eyes into a brass bell. In the blink of an eye, the copper bell will be turned back into a crescent moon.

Guozhu wanted to ask what his father was doing with the saw, but he didn't ask. He could guess that it might be the dry branch he had picked up outside the saw door. His mother asked his dad to often pick up branches and so on, and sawn them into short branches to burn firewood.

Countenance can be changed. Guozhu remembered that his father's original face was flat and unfolded, and even a little handsome. More than twenty years have passed, and my father's face has become more conlined and distorted. His father had returned. As soon as you enter the door, your eyes open and close, and your right eye is smaller than your left. And it kept blinking, like the fifteen-watt dim light bulb in the kitchen that had been flickering lately. The eyes that blinked especially hard when looking at Guozhu's mother didn't stop, blinking more and more. When his mother saw it, Tongling's eyes widened, his lips curled, and he said sharply: "Why has it been so long?" Where did the death go? ”

Guozhu doesn't look at his father, he can imagine what his father looks like. The father blinked and remained silent. Let my wife scold. Guozhu couldn't help but peek at it, and his heart twitched. Although his father did not go to his mother today, his father, with his head down, with short flat hair and a narrow forehead, was staring at his mother with a pair of faint, awl-like eyes. Guozhu's heart tightened again, tightened faster, and felt a little painful.

Guozhu's father's face is dark yellow, the bridge of his nose is high, and his lips are thin but broad, with sharp edges, and a feeling like a knife carving. The father's eyes turned out from under the face he was looking down, like two awls, so that Guozhu didn't want to look at it. It was extremely uncomfortable to watch. The contour of his father's face is a little like Da Liu, I don't know which one it looks like. But there is no brightness and softness of Da Liu, and there are many more obscene inferiority. The national pillar is out. He said, go to the bathroom.

His mother shouted, "Hurry up, it's the night shift, and it's still grinding here." What did the second wave say later? ”

I still remember this, Erbo became my family's idol. The national pillar opened the door to the courtyard, and the narrow courtyard, the small houses of varying heights protruding, cut the yard like a ravine washed by heavy rain, and it was not irregular at all. The irregular small windows of the small house are all dimly lit, as if pointing to the way.

Guozhu thought about what Erbo said, and Erbo was particularly enthusiastic about Guozhu today. There seems to be a lot of things that can't stand him. It made the national pillar a little awkward. After talking a few words about his marriage, Xiong Erbo suddenly said: "What do you say?" ”

"What do I say? I don't want to say anything. Because the two of them are so familiar, they only need to give each other two glances to understand what they want to say. Guozhu laughed, laughing a little unnaturally. His heart began to beat in unison. He couldn't tell how fast his heart was beating and was coming out.

"What happened to the girl you talked about in your workshop last time?" Xiong Erbo opened his mouth wide, and his throat and eyes made a sound like a bird's call. Usually rare. Guozhu didn't bother to pay attention, he turned his face to the side, as if hiding from something.

"Which one?" He panicked for a moment, and he didn't even know what he was talking about.

"Which one! Oh! Does it mean that our old buddy has anything else? Haha, I can't see it! It's not easy! Xiong Erbo's smiling face was difficult to hide that a few muscles were torn apart from the smile, making those smiles so ugly. The old bear wanted to calm down and smooth the muscles on his face, but he couldn't calm it for a while. Hurriedly took the word to shift the target: "It's not the female high turner you said?" I didn't see you say, I thought it was ......"

"No, no, yes, hey, it's nothing...... There are so many things. Guozhu didn't know whether to say it, or smirked. I can't even figure it out myself.

"What the hell is going on? Contacted? ”