When my mother heard the doorbell and opened the door, she was obviously stunned when she saw Du Siqiu. Because she had not greeted her parents beforehand, because she had not been back for a long time, and she suddenly appeared, but she was like an uninvited guest.
She took a look at her mother, and to be honest, she did feel a bit more strange. Isn't this how people interact with each other? No matter how deep the friendship is, it is always difficult to withstand the test of distance.
What is separated by time is called emotional timidity.
As her mother pulled her in, she patted her arm directly. Her smile was as bright as a spring flower in March: "You damn girl, you still know how to come back! I was complaining to your dad last night. If you don't come back, you have to go to bed."
A missing person notice has been sent!"
"What are you talking about? You are not so exaggerated. Isn't this back?" She changed her slippers, thought for a while and said, "Where is my dad?"
"He is in the study. Go and call him. I will cook more dishes today."
Du Siqiu agreed and looked into the study. He saw that his father was sitting at the desk writing something, concentrating on it. He didn't notice her even after standing at the door for a while.
"Dad..." She shouted timidly, sounding a little shaky. It felt really weird.
He raised his head when he heard the sound, and his eyes looked over from behind his thick reading glasses. His eyes seemed less sharp than when he was young, and the fine lines on his forehead became more obvious. Du Siqiu's father had very strict requirements for his children, and he was absolutely unscrupulous in everything he did.
Of course, Sloppy loves the two sisters very much. But he rarely shows his emotional changes in front of his children.
Most of the time, his face and demeanor were calm. He just glanced at his little daughter whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and said in an extremely calm tone: "You're back."
It felt like they had just met yesterday.
My sister is still staying at her husband's house, and usually there are only two parents at home. Now that she is back, there are only three of them, and she accompanies them and has a peaceful meal.
After dinner, my mother mentioned the anniversary of the death of her son Du Bolin, and the family discussed going to the cemetery to visit his grave in a few days. My mother asked what flowers to buy.
"Just chrysanthemums." Dad said.
"Well, the chrysanthemums are ready." Du Siqiu agreed. Anyway, chrysanthemums are the most suitable for sweeping graves.
"It's chrysanthemums again. Last year, the year before and the year before that, there were chrysanthemums. Even if Bolin wasn't bothered, I'd be bothered by him. Think of something else..."
Every time, I would argue for a long time about buying flowers, but no matter how much we discussed, we ended up buying chrysanthemums.
A few days later, Du Bolin's death anniversary came.
On this day every year, Du Siqiu and her family would set off together to see her eldest brother Du Bolin. It used to take twenty minutes to climb to the top of the hill to offer sacrifices. Later, after moving to the city, all she had to do was take a ride to the cemetery. Du Siqiu was worried.
This is the point. In fact, she can't remember what her eldest brother looked like. Du Siqiu was only seven years old when he passed away. The two of them didn't have much interaction and their relationship was not deep. So she could never understand her parents, who had white hair and gave birth to black hair.
It hurt. But she always felt inexplicably indebted to him, as if she had done something to be sorry for him.
I remember one year, there was a young distant uncle in the family who was riding a motorcycle too much and died in a car accident on the national highway one night. Du Siqiu was only five years old at the time and was still living at home. She heard her father talking about this at the dinner table.
He probably said this at the time: "He is really unfilial. He was born to lie to his parents."
My sister asked in confusion: "What do you mean by lying to your parents?"
"My parents have worked hard to raise them for more than thirty years, and suddenly they are gone. If they don't fulfill their filial piety, even if they don't fulfill their filial piety, it will cause their parents pain in vain. Isn't it just that they have deceived their parents' expectations?" The father subconsciously believes that the most basic filial piety for his children is,
Even if you accompany them until they grow old, if you dare to walk in front of them, even if you have no choice but to do so, they will hate you forever.
However, fate always likes to play tricks on people. Before he could teach his eldest son to cherish life and protect himself, the young boy's life suddenly came to an abrupt end. Du Bolin only died in an accidental drowning accident.
It was obviously late autumn that day, and Du Siqiu remembered that she had begun to wear thin sweaters. She heard from her sister that her eldest brother had made an appointment with a neighbor's playmate without telling his parents, and secretly went to swim in the reservoir on the top of the dam.
The impression is that he has an extraordinary talent and love for swimming. He has swam all the ponds, ditches and creeks in the village. He has never mastered all swimming styles, such as dog paddle, butterfly stroke, backstroke and so on.
Zitong. Du Siqiu thought that if his eldest brother had not died young, he would be a quite famous swimmer by now.
But on that late autumn afternoon, maybe he didn't do enough exercises before going into the water, maybe the water in the reservoir was too cold, and his feet suddenly cramped uncontrollably. A young life just sank to the bottom of the water forever.
It was just an ordinary natural and man-made disaster, but it indirectly changed Du Siqiu's fate. Because her eldest brother left, she was able to return to her parents.
At this moment, their family stood neatly in front of Du Bolin's mausoleum. The mother half lowered her head, silently looking at the image on the tombstone. When she was silent, she was actually showing off her silent vulnerability.
"Bo Lin, please rest in peace. I don't blame you anymore." His father repeated this sentence to his "unfilial" son every time. Obviously, he was still very worried about this.
Therefore, Du Siqiu was particularly afraid of death. She wanted to stay alive to accompany her parents.
After the sacrifice, Du Siqiu did not go back with his parents, but decided to eat out by himself. This family dinner after the sacrifice every year is often the most unforgivable. The food cooked by his mother will drop to the lowest level of the year on this day.
It's harder to swallow than the ones made in the junior high school cafeteria. As for my father, he is not immersed in melancholy for a long time like my mother, but he will instill in her the education of cherishing life, tirelessly, until her ears grow.
cocoon.
I simply couldn't stay any longer.
Anyway, she just received her salary yesterday. She resolutely chose a Japanese restaurant. For an ordinary working-class person like her, the place to eat is very particular. On the first day after receiving her salary at the beginning of the month, she would either go to a Western restaurant or a Japanese or Korean restaurant.
Cooking; in the middle of the month, it’s Saria, which is really good; at the end of the month, I have no choice, except Shaxian snacks, or Shaxian snacks, and eat cheap noodle soup for a week.
Before her seat was warm, she caught sight of editor-in-chief Xue Yan. She sat quietly alone, her eyes wandering.
Du Siqiu hesitated for a moment, then took the initiative to go over to greet her. She was a little unable to react, and he invited her to have dinner with her at the same table. She was bare-faced today and didn't even bother to apply BB cream. Her two sudden bags under her eyes especially showed her tiredness. She looked at
I was indeed a little tired when I woke up, and I didn't even bother to show off to Du Siqiu.
There was a small glass of sake in front of her.
Du Siqiu knowingly asked: "Editor Xue, what is this?"
"sherry."
This restaurant actually had Spanish sherry. Du Siqiu's eyes couldn't help but shine, and he reluctantly ordered a glass of it. At the same time, he ordered a Guandong dish.
Xue Yan said: "Others can't even hide when they see me. It's better for you to come to the door yourself."
"Haha, what's there to be afraid of?" When Xue Yan lost his temper with her, she would often complain secretly and roll her eyes. However, she never really blamed Xue Yan. People were so kind to her, so she would do it willingly.
Written with gratitude.
I remember the days when she first joined "Shenzhen" magazine as an intern. She became the "public secretary" of her seniors without any suspense, and they assigned her all the chores. Du Siqiu is an easy-going person, and she thinks that she
Newcomers should have to endure a little more hardship. Over time, they got used to it. Until she was upgraded to a full-time employee, she continued to serve everyone.
That morning, her hands were full of breakfast bought for her colleagues. She met Xue Yan in the tea room. She was very dissatisfied with Du Siqiu's work ability: "This copywriting gives you enough time for a day, but you can only do this.
Come? Can you tell me, during your internship, in addition to obeying your colleagues, did you take the initiative to find opportunities to learn what you really need? "
"No...no." Her voice became more ethereal because of her guilt.
"Du Siqiu, I don't object to you serving your colleagues. This is a good thing. It's just that you have to be strong before you can do what you want to do, including doing good."
She taught Du Siqiu his first workplace lesson by scolding her, which could be regarded as a life lesson. Du Siqiu has always been grateful to her for this. Although her current job is still very much like a handyman, and her tasks are at her disposal at any time.
She clinked glasses with Xue Yan and took a careful sip of sherry. It was better to try it than to try it. The liquid mixed with grapes and brandy slid over the tip of the tongue and immediately exuded a mellow and sweet taste. It was much more pleasant than ordinary foreign wine.
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"Why is Editor-in-Chief Xue in such a leisurely mood today? You know, you are recognized as a workaholic by us."
"We're not in the office, just call me Xue Yan." She took another sip, "Human beings, there will always be times when you want to be lazy."
"This is true. Especially for women who are lovelorn. You don't know that a friend of mine used to be..." In the middle of her words, it was like a kite with its string cut off, hissing without any further words. She realized that she might have said the wrong thing.
"Yes, especially women who are lovelorn. Like me."
Du Siqiu stopped his chopsticks and waited for her to continue.
"Du Siqiu, the person I love, he got married today." She suddenly laughed loudly, completely ignoring the attention from the next table. Her smile was more self-deprecating than sad, "No, I can't be called lovelorn, it should be called lovelorn.
The death of a secret love."
Du Siqiu looked at her and suddenly remembered a novel in her blog. Now she was almost certain that it was Xue Yan's own story. When she was in college, Du Siqiu was a loyal fan of Xue Yan. She often visited her blog.
And based on her writings, she imagined that Xue Yan should be a gentle and virtuous woman, who could charm a country and a city with a smile. One of the blog posts was particularly detailed, and she is still impressed by it to this day.
Xue Yan wrote in that blog post the story of Xiaoxue and Haitai's love story that ended in no way. When Xiaoxue was in high school, she was recognized as the school belle in the school. Her classmates often made random moves to bring her and the school sweetheart Haitai together. She
She was originally arrogant and looked down upon by everyone, but after being talked about a lot, she gradually noticed the handsome boy. She thought she was worthy of him, so she asked him jokingly as a friend:
"People say we are a couple, what do you think?"
The response I got was: "That's outrageous."
"Why, isn't the best and the best matched the most perfect?"
"No, the best one should be with the one you love most to be considered perfect. Besides, love does not need to be perfect."
He flatly rejected her without knowing it, and became good friends with her for more than ten years without knowing it. He even asked her to help him choose a Valentine's Day gift for his girlfriend, and introduced her to her again and again.
An excellent boy. He is considerate to her and can depend on her for anything except being her lover.
You see, love is so strange.
Du Siqiu read the meaning of loneliness from her story, a kind of loneliness that could not be hidden. At the age of 27, she had refused to fall in love, so was she still waiting for him? After a while,
Du Siqiu said: "I have read your story about Xiaoxue and Haitai... Xiaoxue is you, right?"
"You can do it, your brain has improved a bit." She looked around and said, "You can start training soon."
"Still feeling sorry for him?"
"A few. Anyway, at my age, most people around me are rushing to get married, which is normal." She said with a smile.
That smile was so light that it was almost insensitive.
At this time, He Youdong called: "Xiaoqiu, I'm working late in the afternoon. Do you want to come over and have dinner with me?"
"Well... I'm already eating. Let's wait another day." She took another sip and sipped subconsciously.
"Hey, why are you drinking again?" He Youdong himself often felt nauseated after drinking because of business, and subconsciously he was against her drinking.
"Just a little, hehe."
"Drink slowly, I don't care if you get drunk."
"I know, I know, my friend is here, I won't tell you now."
"Oh... who is it?" He pretended to ask casually, but he became more and more childish. He always felt that he was infected by Du Siqiu, and his previous mature atmosphere always disappeared at some point.
"Oh, you're so wordy... He's my boss." Xue Yan looked at her meaningfully, and she felt even more embarrassed, so she quickly lowered her voice and said a few perfunctory words, hastily ending the matter.
Xue Yan said: "Are you in love?"
"Who said that? There is no such thing."
"Don't hide it from me, you are smiling so much that the flowers are blooming."
Du Siqiu was stunned. This feeling was really inexplicable.
After finding someone to vomit his bitterness to, Xue Yan's sanity slowly recovered. His workaholic attitude returned to the world: "Hey, by the way, remember to communicate with Yang Li more often. This Mr. Yang is really troublesome.
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"Hey, you know his temper. I'm afraid it's a little difficult to communicate with him."
"No, don't talk to me about the difficulty. You still have to do this."
"Then why should I let him listen to me or rely on a honey trap?" she laughed at herself...
Xue Yan's coldness came out again: "It's up to you. Anyway, I only care about the results." This chapter has been completed!