When Shao Hongwei returned to his home in the county seat, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

The family dormitory of the county government where the Shao family is located is located behind the county government, across the street from the county government.

The community composed of five seven-story red brick and gray buildings was built in the 80s of the last century. After the housing reform in the 90s, his father Shao Shengrong, who worked in the county cultural center, bought a two-bedroom second-hand house here in order to marry his mother Zhang Jinhua.

When Shao Hongwei was in junior high school in the county No. 1 middle school, similar buildings were still the main scenery in the county.

Not far away, a number of high-rise residential communities have risen from the ground, which is a masterpiece of the past decade.

Due to the late return of Shao Hongwei, there is no spare parking space in the courtyard of the originally small community. I had to park my car on the side of the road on the periphery.

At this time, similar traditional communities, the scenery is the same.

In the mid-autumn night, the weather is pleasant, and people are reluctant to stay at home after meals.

Some people go out for a walk, and some gossip with their neighbors in the courtyard, while walking their babies and dogs.

Near the small square on the east side, the fitness equipment is full of elderly people who eat and exercise.

In the courtyard, there is the sound of children running and playing.

Shao Hongwei walked and greeted his neighbors who knew him well.

Two colleagues from the county government seemed to be stunned for a moment when they saw him, and wanted to say something to him. Seeing that Shao Hongwei didn't mean to stop, forget it.

Shao Hongwei knew what they wanted to talk about.

It is nothing more than a kind inquiry about what is going on with your own punishment, and by the way, complain about the unfairness of the punishment, or express cheap sympathy.

For this kind of meaningless chatter, Shao Hongwei found it boring and didn't need it.

Although the people in the courtyard are no longer as enthusiastic and respectful to him as they were when he was Secretary Han's secretary, Shao Hongwei feels that this is normal.

He remembered the sentence that Secretary Han often warned him when he was there: Snobbery is human nature, and if someone is not snobbish, he is not far from a saint.

But obviously, in this world, the saint has long been out of favor.

Materialism is rampant, everything depends on Brother Kong Fang.

Even if life is much better than before, but seeing that there are people living more nourished than themselves on the Internet, how can people have the heart to listen to your nonsense about sentiment and morality.

Because of this, Shao Hongwei, who is not strange, is in the down-and-out season when he is being punished, so he naturally sped up his pace.

As soon as I entered the corridor, I heard the melodious erhu sound flowing from the crack in the door of Shao's house on the third floor.

After listening to a few notes, Shao Hongwei knew that it was one of his father's favorite erhu songs, "Good Night".

Whenever there is a festival or when he is happy, Shao Shengrong will play this song.

The lyrics, freshness, and brightness in the song give people a sense of contentment. Sometimes smooth, rich like a song, sometimes bright, passionate and powerful, sometimes high-spirited, colorful tunes, most suitable for conveying joyful emotions.

At the typing and copying agency next to the town government just now, Shao Hongwei called home and told his mother to go home for dinner.

Zhang Jinhua, who seemed to be ready to start the meal, shouted happily when she heard the news:

"Old man, don't go out yet, my son said to come back for dinner, quickly take out the ribs in the refrigerator."

Obviously, the two had already prepared their meal, and when they heard that their son was coming back, they had to reconsider the dinner menu.

Shao Hongwei in the doorway smiled slightly. Knowing this song, it must be that my father learned that he was back and played it with great interest.

As the deputy director of the county cultural center, he often organizes mass literary and artistic activities, takes the art troupe to other counties and cities for exchanges, and often performs in various towns and communities. In addition to these own work, Shao Shengrong has a deep accomplishment in folk arts such as folk instrumental music, folk songs, and mountain songs.

In particular, La's good erhu once won the first prize in the report performance in Donghe Province. This is also the capital that allowed him to become the deputy curator.

With this unique job, every once in a while, Shao Shengrong's mood comes up, and he will come to play a song at home.

Therefore, the artistic atmosphere and spare time life of the Shao family are still quite high.

When Shao Hongwei was very young, Shao Shengrong began to cultivate his interest in instrumental music, hoping that the child could develop in music. But when Shao Hongwei was young, he just thought it was fun, and he often got tired of studying for a few days and refused to work hard.

Shao Shengrong saw that his son was not that material, and he was no longer reluctant.

With his ears and eyes, Shao Hongwei has a certain appreciation for music. Including in his car, often as soon as the car starts, it begins to linger with melody.

With a light, soft, free and easy melody, Shao Hongwei climbed the stairs.

When I arrived at the door of my house, a strong fragrance of green onion pot came to my nose.

This fragrance is unique to the Shao family, and it is different from other people's homes.

Since Shao Hongwei was in elementary school, he has liked this taste when he enters the house. That often means a great dinner.

Of course, many times, Shao Hongwei was still playing in the yard after school, and he called several times without success, and was finally led into the door by his mother with his ears.

Shaojia dinner, like most Chinese families, is the most important meal of the day. Whether it is the quality of the meals or the sense of ceremony, it occupies a very important place in family life.

's mother, Zhang Jinhua, was laid off from the Chengguan Post Office in Shao Hongwei's sophomore year. When she is over 50 years old, except for occasionally going out to do housekeeping odd jobs, she basically practices cooking at home.

In order to leave a strong enough delicious memory for Shao Shengrong, who often goes to the city and the countryside, and Shao Hongwei's stomach who occasionally goes home for dinner.

Listening to his father playing erhu and eating stewed pork ribs made by his mother are the two great pleasures of Shao Hongwei's life.

Shao Hongwei arrived at the door and took out the key to open the door.

In the living room, Shao Shengrong, who was playing the piano with his eyes wide open on the chair, saw his son come in and did not stop the music.

Instead, after playing the last unit, he looked at his son who was standing at the door and listened quietly, and said loudly to his wife in the kitchen:

"My son is back, let's eat."

Zhang Jinhua, who was busy in the kitchen, heard this, and hurriedly poked her head out and said:

"Old man, you come and serve the food, I'll fry the green peppers, and the dish will be ready."

Shao Hongwei changed his slippers, went into the bathroom to wash his hands, and also went to the kitchen door, leaned his neck and asked:

"Mom, how many dishes are there today?"

"Zila......"

Zhang Jinhua raised her hand, threw the chopped green onion into the frying spoon, and put the shredded meat on the cutting board into it with a kitchen knife, picked up the wooden shovel and stir-fried, and then did not look back:

"Four dishes, guess what? It's all your favorite food. ”

Shao Hongwei sniffed outside the door, "Well, there are stewed pork ribs, sweet and sour fish, and fried green peppers with shredded meat, and the rest can't be guessed." ”

Shao Shengrong came out with two dishes and said, "Look, there are also your favorite salt-and-pepper mushrooms." ”

Shao Hongwei hurriedly took it and put it on the table.

On the square dining table, the dishes and chopsticks are already ready.

There is also a 56-degree red star second pot head in a green glass bottle in the middle.

Shao Hongwei once brought back some high-end liquor for his father, but every time Shao Shengrong said that he liked it, and he had drunk it for decades, and the taste could not be changed.

Shao Hongwei opened the cap of the bottle, poured a full three-coin cup for his father, and filled a cup himself.

After laying out the chopsticks, he went to the kitchen again and greeted, "Mom, is the dish ready?" ”

Zhang Jinhua walked out of the kitchen with fried shredded pork and fried green peppers.

He said, "You and your dad eat first, you don't have to wait for me, and I don't drink." ”

Shao Hongwei waited for his mother to sit next to his father and handed her the chopsticks before he sat down.

This small detail is actually a habit that Shao Hongwei has cultivated by Shao Shengrong since he was a child, and it has not changed at all until now.

Since Shao Hongwei was sensible, Shao Shengrong warned him:

No matter where you eat, if the adults don't serve it, the children can't serve it. Adults can't move chopsticks, and children can't move chopsticks.

When you encounter something delicious, you can only eat what you have on your side, you can't clip what is in front of others, and you can't use chopsticks to turn the dish.

It is said that this is the rule of their hometown since ancient times, and it has been passed down from generation to generation.

Shao Shengrong's hometown is in Shandong, the land of Qilu, the state of etiquette.

Since childhood, he has been deeply influenced by traditional culture, and although he came to settle in Donghe Province, these excellent qualities have been passed down as a family style.

Shao Hongwei poured a glass of water for his mother.

Shao Shengrong raised his glass: "Come, son." ”

The two clinked glasses and drank them all.

Shao Hongwei just raised his chopsticks, and the mobile phone on the shoe cabinet rang.

Shao Hongwei put down his chopsticks and got up to pick up his phone.

The phone shows the words "Meng Keli".

Shao Hongwei looked at his parents and said, "I'll answer the phone first." ”

As he spoke, he walked towards his bedroom.