In the old dilapidated residential house, a busy figure is busy in the kitchen of less than 5 square meters, pale green, slightly wide pajamas will be slightly bloated Zhang Feng wrapped tightly, in the kitchen, on one side of the dining table is placed a fish tank about two meters long, about one meter eight high, there are about 10 goldfish in the tank, only one of them is very small, it is very inconspicuous in the huge fish tank, in the restaurant, the dark yellow light flashes frequently, in the light, you can still clearly see the bright green moss on the inner wall of the fish tank. But look around the room, it is neat and clean, without a trace of dust.

Zhang Feng didn't pay attention to the moss-covered fish tank and the lamp that was good and bad, and brought out a plate of buckle meat and two rice from the kitchen, the so-called two rice is the rice steamed from rice and millet together, his eyes swept over the clock on the wall, it was estimated that Zhang Bajiu was also coming back soon, took out his slippers from the drawer at the door, and turned back to the kitchen. I only heard the sound of three beating eggs, and after a while, I brought a big bowl of egg soup, the contents of the soup are very simple, if you can see a little red tomatoes and green onions, it looks like a bowl of egg custard.

When Zhang Feng learned from the head teacher Jia Jin that Zhang Bajiu would come back early on Friday, she was not as calm as usual, and began to eagerly hope that Zhang Bajiu would arrive home earlier.

"It's coming, it's coming, my son is back, I miss it!" Since Zhang Bajiu's father passed away, she has become the pillar of the family, but watching Zhang Bajiu grow up little by little, she has slowly relied on him.

"Mom, I'm back, I specially asked for leave with the head teacher, I want to come back early!" Zhang Bajiu said loudly, for fear that his mother in the door would not hear! As soon as the door opened, he could smell the smell of the meat all over the room, and if he asked closely, he could smell the fragrance of various flowers on the windowsill.

Zhang Bajiu said with some excitement, "Mom's buckle meat is a must, no matter how you eat it, you can't eat enough!" Mom, your egg soup is really personal, if you go to open a restaurant, you can probably lose a lot!! I eat a lot of eggs at school, so you can just do it normally" Zhang Bajiu took out the change of clothes in his schoolbag and put them in the washing machine in the bathroom, washed his hands briefly, and dragged the heavy cotton clothes outside and sat on the chair in front of the dining table.

"Oh, isn't this for my precious son to eat something good, I've been to your school cafeteria, and the meat in that dish is pitiful, how can I go home and eat more!" Zhang Feng ignored her son's complaints, now the closest person is her son, her husband is gone, her parents are also gone, and now she only cares about this one son in her life, who is good for him if she is not good?

"Mom, I see that the tap water head is loose, and it keeps ticking and ticking, and I'll go to the street to buy something to repair it in a while, and this fish tank, lamp, leave it to me" Zhang Bajiu didn't take these things seriously, so he ate them in a big gulp.

Zhang Feng looked at his son's gobbling up food, and said in a somewhat critical tone:

"You eat slowly, it's not good for the stomach, and no one is robbing you, it's all yours." But Zhang Feng still looked at her son with gratifying eyes, her son has finally grown up, in fact, these things at home are really a little unbearable for Zhang Feng, he is not tall, he is bloated, and if he really does the work of climbing up and down, it is nothing, but every time her son complained about her before, saying that she would not enjoy Qingfu,,,,,, so now she simply handed over these jobs to her son. You can also be lighter. Every time I look at my son's busy shadow, I have a familiar feeling, as if I have seen Daniel Zhang. That familiar sense of security is getting heavier and more real.

"Son, you eat slowly, don't worry, you came back early today, I didn't go to work, I'll make you these delicious foods early in the morning, I'll go to work first, if you are sleepy in the afternoon, you can sleep, and these things at home will be used for life." Zhang Feng said as he packed up his things. A tweed coat, a large leather bag, and two layers of pads on the legs.

"Mom, you also have a day off, we can't always get together on holidays, why don't you take a day off!" Zhang Bajiu knew in his heart that he had been working hard for the past few years, if it weren't for his father's death, he wouldn't have gone to school by himself, so his mother was a woman begging for help.

Zhang Feng also knows that he has very little time to spend with his children in the past few years, but the family has to eat, water and electricity bills, living expenses, heating expenses, and property fees, which are not small amounts in a year. The lost said to Zhang Bajiu:

"Good son, you know that my mother's work is an assembly line, if I don't go to work, I won't delay others to earn money, and if you make a lot of money in the future, I will stay at home with you honestly!" As soon as the words fell, the door opened. Although Zhang Feng is reluctant, it is not something that he can decide.

"Mom, don't worry, I will work hard, I won't let you suffer anymore, I will buy a car and a house, and let you be the happiest mother in the world."

Hearing this, Zhang Feng wiped the little tears in his eyes, hummed softly, and went out! Life is to be born and live well when you have the ability, and when you are not capable, you live to survive well.

Zhang Bajiu didn't know if his mother heard his words, he was still eating heavily, although his current grades were not good enough, but he was still working hard to win the college entrance examination, and the success or failure was unknown!

Zhang Bajiu watched the delicacies that his mother had made for himself in front of him being eaten cleanly, and there was not even any greasy fat left in the buckle meat, so he was satisfied and put away the dishes and chopsticks, and was shocked when he walked to the kitchen. The pots and pans in the kitchen were neatly tied, and there was no trace of cooking at all, and only the low droplets on the washing plate could prove that the delicious dishes had just been cooked here.

Zhang Bajiu, who returned to the room, turned on the computer in a hurry, he didn't play games, since he went to high school, there were only a handful of opportunities to touch the computer, which also quit Internet addiction in disguise, the League of Legends and StarCraft that he played before could no longer arouse his interest, but he didn't want to play, but the holiday was just two days, the first was not fun, and the second was because he was born by his own hands, and he was really upset by the Internet trolls because he didn't play well, and he was too lazy to play games over time. Log on to your QQ and play this music "Because I just met you, I left footprints to be beautiful, the wind blew flowers and tears like rain, because I don't want to give up ......", now listening to this song, Zhang Bajiu feels that this word is like it was written specifically for him and his senior sister. Yes, it really happened to meet, and no one expected that it would be such an opportunity for two people who don't match each other to get to know each other.

Zhang Bajiu opened QQ and found that Dong Lingling would send him some messages every day on his school days, deal with some college entrance examination blessings and some trivial things in her life, some nonsensical things, Dong Lingling would also voice in a coquettish tone, spit out the experiences she was not used to, Zhang Bajiu also learned from Dong Lingling's mouth that the student union in the university is the "dog leg" of the instructor, and the evaluation is all black-box operation, and the hot water, air conditioning, and electricity in the school still need to pay for themselves. Although Zhang Bajiu was a little confused about the things that Dong Lingling said, he also knew that he could neither accompany nor comfort her now. Some said a little perfunctorily:

"Senior sister, I'm back! You don't have to worry about those things, anyway, the wicked have their own wicked grinding, as long as you take care of yourself, everything will develop towards a good ending. In the process of Zhang Bajiu's typing, he suddenly noticed that there were some more characters on the chat box with his senior sister, which he had never paid attention to before. Some novelty clicked in turned out to be a couple logo. He was a little excited for a while, and he didn't know what to say. Click on the QQ space, and the red prompt number is beating in the column of the couple's space. Somewhat stunned, he looked a little more excited. He knows that his current identity has no time and energy to waste. But once the emotional thing sprouts in the heart, how difficult it is to eradicate it. I know very well that there is no chance to turn back when this relationship "deteriorates".

One percent chance that thousands of people will struggle for an outcome that is almost equal to zero. Zhang Bajiu thought in his heart: Half a page of mathematics for a big question, a comprehensive paper for science, and less than two pages for a Chinese composition, can persist in learning for 12 years, not to mention the relationship with the senior sister. I kept thinking about it in my heart, and unconsciously clicked into the couple's space.

There's not much content in it, and the earliest date is two months ago, when it seems that the third year of high school didn't start for a long time. Most of the content is a screenshot of the chat between the two of them, a screenshot of a message, etc., and the rest is a selfie of the senior sister, and some scenery of the university. When I flipped through it, I saw the only photo of him and her. It should be a photo of the apology and dinner invitation, in which Zhang Bajiu fed Dong Lingling with a dipping saucer and boiled mutton. But Zhang Bajiu vaguely remembered that this photo seemed to be taken by him with his mobile phone, how could it get into Dong Lingling's hands, it seems that this was premeditated a long time ago! Zhang Bajiu, who was still pondering, was woken up by a ringtone on his mobile phone. Looking at the familiar mobile phone number, my heart was surging like waves on the sea. I confirmed the phone number several times before answering the call.

Zhang Bajiu didn't wait for Dong Lingling to speak, so he asked eagerly:

"Is it true? Are you sure you're serious? ”

Zhang Bajiu spoke a little immaturely, which made Dong Lingling feel a little funny, and said with a smile from the other end of the phone:

"Hehe, you're still worried that I won't be able to lie to you, besides, the couple's space has been opened, and my space has been made public, what else, is it possible for me to shout on the radio?"

All this is a little unreal, he never thought that the senior sister would be so direct, he once fantasized about how he confessed to Dong Lingling like a fool, but the scene in front of him was something he didn't expect.

"Senior sister, I thought you were making fun of me, you're too direct! I'm going to look for a lover and wait for me. ”

For Dong Lingling, such a direct "confession" really made her embarrassed, but since the bus seat change, her good impression of him has slowly been aroused. But Dong Lingling doesn't have much preference for love and the like, and she doesn't have a lot of disgust, in his opinion, it's something dispensable, after all, feelings are not something that can be decided by a few pictures. Although it seems that Zhang Bajiu is a little naïve, but in this special period, as long as Zhang Bajiu is happy, she can accept it no matter what.

Dong Lingling said with some doting:

"Go, go, show me when you find it, I want the best-looking one."

Zhang Bajiu didn't feel naïve at all, but was keen on this kind of thing, maybe men in love were naïve. There's really nothing wrong with that.

Zhang Bajiu found several pairs of avatars and sent them to Dong Lingling. Dong Lingling also picked carefully, and found a pair of avatars that looked slightly more mature among a large number of very naïve avatars.

"Senior sister, is there something to do in the afternoon? Do you want to keep talking on the phone? I'm going outside to buy some materials, fix the water pipes and lights in the house, and change the water in the fish tank. ”

Dong Lingling originally had a part-time job in the library in the afternoon, but her "boyfriend" finally took a vacation and was not good at accompaniment.

"Of course you can, the most important thing for me to accompany the partner."

Zhang Bajiu smiled and closed his mouth from ear to ear, turned on the video and filmed the work to be done in the house one by one, obviously looking like he wanted to hand over everything to himself. The two of them whispered to each other. Zhang Bajiu looked at Dong Lingling and smirked while working, while Dong Lingling looked at Zhang Bajiu on the phone, listening to the magnetic voice, narrating the past, and the pen in his hand kept writing some English grammar and answering skills.

"Good times are always short, it's the happiest time of the day, I'm going to say goodbye, mom will be back in a while, I'm going to make something good." Although Zhang Bajiu still said happily, he was a little reluctant in his heart, and said: "I'll accompany you again in the evening." Dong Lingling also respected him very much, boasting and saying:

"Our eldest son Zhang can also cook, and he has the opportunity to cook something delicious for me."

Zhang Bajiu hung up the phone, looking at the room that took an afternoon to clean up, full of a sense of accomplishment, but according to the previous point of view, this bit of work could not be done in this afternoon at all, but after talking to the senior sister on the phone, he felt that it was worth wasting this time. During dinner, Zhang Bajiu ate very quietly and anxiously, which was the opposite of him usually, and before that, he would always tell his mother about all kinds of people and strange things in the school. But this time it was very unexpected, Zhang Bajiu didn't say a few words after eating, and closed the door when he returned to the house. Zhang Feng thought that his son was not feeling well today, so he asked a few times and didn't hear his son's response, so he didn't pay attention to his son anymore, packed up the dishes and chopsticks and went back to the room to rest.

Zhang Bajiu couldn't wait to call Dong Lingling when he returned to the house, maybe this is the case for couples in love, endless topics and endless sweet words when they met, but in the end, how many people can go to the end.

Zhang Feng had a hard day, but her son's abnormal attitude and physical and mental exhaustion made her insomnia. Outside the window, the cold wind whistled through, and the closed windows and heavy curtains resisted the cold wind to the death. The sound of the wind slammed against the window one after another, and the heavy curtains even trembled a little. The sound of breaking wind made it even more difficult for Zhang Feng to sleep. I don't know how long it took, but the sound of the wind stopped, and I could vaguely hear the honking of cars on the road, and occasionally a cat meow. And the rest is the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Zhang Feng really couldn't stand this feeling of insomnia, got up and went to the restaurant to pour a glass of water. But just as he was about to drink, he heard the sound of giggling from Zhang Bajiu's room, although the voice was very small, but after so many years of getting along, Zhang Feng knew that this was not his own auditory hallucination, it must be his son's voice. Since Zhang's father left, Zhang Ba hadn't smiled so happily for a long time. Zhang Feng did not go straight into the child's bedroom, but sat on the chair thoughtfully, quietly listening to the movement in the bedroom, until the sound gradually disappeared, she slowly got up.

When he came to the bedroom, he picked up Zhang Bajiu's mobile phone, skimmed and saw the chat interface of "Sister Dong", Zhang Feng was angry and helpless, and he didn't know how to say how to face these two children. Just wrote on the chat interface:

"Girl, hello, I'm Zhang Bajiu's mother, the junior high school student is really tired, you also came here like this, I hope this last time can give Jiujiu enough rest, you also understand!" After writing it, Zhang Feng looked at his son, covered the quilt for him, and silently exited the door.

It wasn't until the morning that Zhang Bajiu woke up, opened his mobile phone, and saw that there was such a sentence in the chat interface between himself and his senior sister for no reason, and he instantly understood. He knew that no matter what the purpose of such a sentence was, it would make others feel uncomfortable when they read it, and he didn't want to give up the feelings he had already received because of this little denial.

At this time, the senior sister had not replied, he said "early", and then said solemnly

"Senior sister, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse to meet you at this time, but I am willing to be by your side all the time, and anyone's opposition will only make me more determined to go on with you."

Zhang Bajiu, who was heavy in his heart, did not get up immediately, but still covered with the quilt and didn't want to get up, he didn't know how to deal with his mother. It's also an escape.