Chapter Thirty-ninth: The porridge needs to be boiled slowly
Sun Hongbing has never asked anyone for anything in his life, but this first time he spoke for a guy who has nothing to do with him.
When Wang Shuang learned that Sun Hongbing came for Wu Fangge, his mind was chaotic. After a while, he realized that it was not a dream. He laughed dryly and said, "Old Sun... this... haha, you are more than you who are willing to talk about Wu Fangge. My old classmate, who is the principal, has also told me several times."
Sun Hongbing said sternly: "I'll tell you the truth. The young man is really good. I don't want to let him go."
Wang Shuang smiled and said, "Then you can stay. Didn't you complain some time ago that young people today are getting harder and harder to deal with?"
"Oh..." Sun Hongbing suddenly sighed and said seriously: "I want to stay too, but it can't... Lao Wang, you have never been a soldier and killed people, don't you know... How old is this child? It's less than twenty-one, and you have killed more than ten Vietnamese people on the front line."
Wang Shuang said: "That's OK, that's a merit for the country."
Sun Hongbing said: "So you don't understand. In your eyes, those lives are numbers one by one. That is human life. They are raised by their father's biological parents. They have been thrust and peeing since childhood. In the end, the motherland called for "protecting the country" and went, but the "dadadada" was gone."
Wang Shuang said: "Isn't that a war? Those are enemies."
Sun Hongbing said: "I am playing the piano with a cow. All the enemies are good young men. They are very young, and they are very young. They pick up the gun to be loyal to their country. We say they are enemies, and they also say we are enemies. They are all children, and they are all living people. So I agree that if there are any problems in the international community, everyone will solve them at the negotiating table. If you have nothing to do, you will fight. If you sign a contract, you will still drink red wine and clink glasses. Is that red wine? That drop is not the blood of a young soldier?"
Wang Shuang smiled and said, "Old Sun, you're a long way to go."
Sun Hongbing was stunned and felt that he was too far from the topic, so he said again: "I'm just talking about this, the young man is singing here." He said, pointing to his heart, "I'm sick and told me personally. I never want to see a gun again in my life. I have been observing him for a long time. This young man is really sick. When he encounters a war scene when watching TV, if he can't change the channel, he will leave. He actually reads romance novels. He is seriously injured here."
Wang Shuangqi said: "Is there anything else?"
Sun Hongbing said: "You think people's hearts are all iron-clad? In 1962, the regiment I was in went crazy. It said that it was killing enemies and making meritorious contributions, but in fact it was killing people. Killing people and being killed. They were all children in their teens and twenty years old. You have never been a soldier and fought wars, so you don't understand."
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After listening to Tang Xia telling Wu Fangge about the general process of Sun Hongbing coming to his home to mention Wu Fangge's words, Wu Fangge felt like he had knocked out the five flavor bottles - he was such a good old man, a father who was known for his knowledge of Chinese and Western learning. His observation and efforts to do his best to him were not as good as this old man who had just met for a while. When he thought of this old man's life for a few years, Wu Fangge felt a faint pain in his heart.
"Director Sun, I must save you. A good person like you shouldn't have died early." Wu Fangge thought silently in his heart. At the same time, of course he didn't plan to say this to He Haizhen, but He Haizhen would know from Wang Shuang sooner or later, but as an ally, the two of them pretended to be confused about each other.
Since it was still early, He Haizhen followed Wu Fangge back to his residence. As soon as he arrived, he kept shouting cold, took off his shoes and shrank on the bed, and asked Wu Fangge to live quickly. Wu Fangge cleared away the dust from yesterday. Seeing that the center was still booming, he put the brazier in the ventilated place at the alley and applied new carbon. Soon, there was another pot of Hongwangwang charcoal fire.
He Haizhen saw a pot of fire, shouted happily, waved her hand and said, "Come here quickly, bring it here quickly, bring it to the bed."
Wu Fangge once again put the fire to the bedside and smiled and said, "When did I fall to serving you?"
He Haizhen said: "It started to bully me that night."
Wu Fangge shook his head, smiled and said without saying anything. He Haizhen pretended to be angry and said, "What are you doing? You are not convinced. To be honest, I will tell you, even if someone wants to serve me, I still don't like it."
Wu Fangge said in his heart: "Don't you often take off all your clothes to serve others?" But you can't say this. Once you say it, the two of them are still unstable in their ally relationship is over, so he smiled and said, "Oh, being pretty is just taking advantage of it."
He Haizhen was complimented and smiled like a flower
After Wu Fangge finished fiddling with the fire, he took another iron rack and placed it on the brazier, and began to boil water He Haizhen asked, "What are you doing for boiling water?"
Wu Fangge touched his stomach and said, "I ate a lot, but my stomach is uncomfortable. I'd better make some porridge and drink it myself to nourish my stomach."
He Haizhen said: "Then you can boil more, I want to drink too..."
So Wu Fangge started to make porridge, and He Haizhen half leaned on the bed to eat fruits. He ate five bananas, three apples and one pear, then patted his stomach and said: I can't eat it anymore, then he pulled the quilt open, first smelled the quilt and smiled and said, "It's okay, it's pretty clean." Then he took off his coat, covered the quilt and fell asleep.
Seeing that He Haizhen was asleep, Wu Fangge took a self-study book and snuggled up beside the brazier to read, taking care of the porridge pot once more
If a person does something, time will pass quickly. Soon the porridge pot will bubbling. Wu Fangge looked at the bed. He Haizhen seemed to be sleeping soundly, so he opened the lid of the porridge pot and moved the porridge pot a little away from the candlelight. He threw four or five dried red dates into the pot and slowly simmered it. Then he continued to read the book for a while, and the porridge fragrance began to spread in the room.
He Haizhen seemed to smell the fragrance of porridge in her sleep, and her nose was twitching. Perhaps she dreamed of something good to eat in her dream, and the corners of her mouth began to drool, which made Wu Fangge's pillowcase wet.
Wu Fangge found it interesting after reading it, but he knew that she was about to wake up, so he pulled two tissues and wiped her mouth. After wiping it, he woke up and said in a coquettish way: "It's annoying, why is it so fragrant? I haven't drooled after many years of sleep." He said, tilting his head, and asked Wu Fangge to wipe the corners of her mouth very much. At this time, her face was flushed and beautiful and cute.
"It's indeed a fucking beauty." Wu Fangge cursed in his heart, but gave her a smile that only an old friend had on her face, and then said, "Get up and clean up, have dinner."
He Haizhen stretched out and her tight sweater made her seductive figure appear. She turned over and got out of bed, looked around in Wu Fangge's room, and then asked, "Fangge, where is your toilet? I didn't see the door."
Wu Fangge smiled and said, "My aunt, are you sleeping in a mess? Where can I have an indoor toilet in my house? The toilet is outside."
"It's really troublesome." He Haizhen criticized her coat in a bad mood, pulled Wu Fangge's slippers, and ran out in a row. Soon after, she ran back again, and inhaled with cold air. As soon as she entered the house, she immediately rushed back to the bed and sat cross-legged, wrapped herself in a quilt, stretched out her hands to roast the fire, and complained: "Hey winter, why is it so cold this year?"
Wu Fangge looked at her delicate appearance and thought to himself: I don’t know if she is so innate or pretending to be like this. If she is pretending, this woman would be helpless, otherwise she would be a cute girl... It’s a pity... Whenever she encounters something related to interests, many people can do shameless things to change their minds and think: Isn’t that the same now? I don’t want to follow Sun Hongbing to be an honest official, and I think about the philosophy of officialdom all day long... Alas... people
A little bit of emotion in my mind, but I can't have idle hands. Amei saw Wu Fangge's house without a kimchi jar some time ago, so she washed and sent an old one. She also brought two bowls of old jars of sour water and hung fresh peppercorns. Recently, she made small wholesales in the vegetable market, and stuffed Wu Fangge's kimchi jars. Now the fresh vegetables have just entered the jar less than a week, and the taste has been in, but it has not been soaked yet. It tastes fresh and crispy. Today, I just simmered the porridge again. Wu Fangge took some water, radish and vegetable heads, cut them into two dishes with chili oil and MSG, which just met the slogan: white and red, and it is different from others. It makes people's appetites open.
"It's time to eat" and Wu Fangge said to He Haizhen
He Haizhen said, "I won't get down anymore, it's cold, I'll eat in the bed."
Wu Fangge smiled and said, "You have your legs broken when you eat on the bed?"
He Haizhen snorted and said, "I just want to be a nurse for several years and only serve people."
Wu Fangge had no choice but to say, "Then you just turn around and torment me, right?"
He Haizhen raised her head and said with confidence: "Of course."
Wu Fangge had to move the table to the edge of the bed, and He Haizhen tapped the table with her fingers and shouted rhythmically: "Hurry the rice! Quick the rice! Oh! Quick the rice."
Wu Fangge served the porridge and brought it to He Haizhen with chopsticks. He smelled the fragrance of the porridge. Just as he was about to eat it, Wu Fangge said again: "Wait, slow down, it's very hot."
He Haizhen then took a small stutter, then raised her head, her eyes lit up, and said to Wu Fangge: "Bang Ge, you are so considerate, you don't look like a little boy who stands out, and your wife will definitely be happy in the future."
He Haizhen said this, reminding Wu Fangge of the bitter things before his rebirth, and said with a wry smile: "What's happiness? Love is just bread, but it's not enough."
"You little brat, don't pretend to be deep here." He Haizhen picked up a piece of radish and threw it into her mouth to chew it, saying, "Woman, no matter what, I still hope someone loves it in the end."
Wu Fangge turned around and shook his head with his back to He Haizhen: "Woman, it's more pitiful than anything else when you're pitiful, but if you feel cruel, you will hurt people who truly love them, and you will have no mercy."
This is his experience before his rebirth
"Hey, you have good skills?" He Haizhen asked: "How did it make it? It smells so good."
"The porridge should be cooked slowly," Wu Fangge replied casually.