living room.
Song Yu, who came to the coffee table, first wiped the water beads on her hands with a dry handkerchief, and then sat down and took the red earpiece.
"Hey, hello, who?"
"Song Yu, it's me."
As expected, it was indeed Zijin's phone call, Song Yu asked with concern:
"You've been a week later this month than before, are you okay?"
"Fortunately, I was busy some time ago and didn't have much free time. My mother seemed to have noticed some situations. She was much tighter than before. She couldn't find any opportunity for a while. Today, she used money to bribe my younger sister to help me cover it. "Chen Zijin on the other end of the phone said, and she didn't forget to look back at the back.
Seeing her sister looking over, Chen Zitong, who was squatting outside, was squatting in the corner, was eating bananas with her left hand, raised her right hand high, and gestured a gesture that was OK.
Song Yu pondered for a moment and asked, "Auntie is really so dissatisfied with Li Heng?"
This is Chen Zijin's most sensitive problem, and it hurts her soul directly.
After a long silence, she confided in great disappointment: "Now, let alone optimistic, my family members dare not mention anything related to him in front of her, and even my uncles and aunts were treated equally."
The uncles and aunts in Chen Zijin's mouth naturally refer to Li Jianguo and Tian Rune and his wife.
Song Yu asked: "What should you do? Keep dragging it like this?"
Chen Zijin didn't say anything at the first time. After a while, he answered lonely: "I know it's not a solution to drag on like this, but I have no good solution."
Song Yu thought for a while and said, "I am the same deskmate now."
Chen Zijin was stunned and blurted out: "It was him who took the initiative to look for you?"
Song Yu calmed down for a few seconds, then said frankly "Yeah".
Chen Zijin grabbed a piece of paper with his right hand, grabbed it and kneaded it into a ball irritably, and said for a while: "It seems that Manning and Mai Xu are still biased towards you."
This seemingly plain sentence tells the relationship between the two and Li Heng’s thoughts.
Song Yu quietly said nothing, listening quietly to the breathing on the other end of the phone.
As if you could see Song Yu's condition through the phone line, Chen Zijin suddenly smiled sadly and said:
"Actually, I knew it a long time ago. My sister-in-law went to No. 1 Middle School some time ago and told me when she came back that you and him were the same deskmate."
Hearing this, Song Yu was not surprised, but asked: "Do you know who your sister-in-law came to No. 1 Middle School to look for?"
Chen Zijin was worried, "Have she looked for Li Heng?"
Song Yu said: "It should be that I saw them appearing at the school gate together."
She really wanted to tell her about Li Heng's successful writing and submission, but when she remembered Li Heng's confidential instructions, she swallowed the words back.
Chen Zijin hurriedly asked: "Have my sister-in-law made things difficult for him? Is he still in a state of learning recently?"
Song Yu said, "I don't know what happened when they met, but Li Heng has made great progress in his studies recently, and this time he received a special scholarship."
Chen Zijin's tone increased a little, and she seemed a little happy: "Really?"
"yes."
"Who has replaced you?"
"The wheat ear difference is 0.1 points."
Chen Zijin asked in a longing, "Do you think he will come to Beijing? Can he pass the Tsinghua University?"
Song Yu couldn't answer this question because she had no idea what Li Heng thought.
Next, the two women talked about many trivial matters in life as usual, including study, exams, and big and small things happening around them.
As he was chatting, Chen Zijin suddenly asked: "After I came to the capital, did he walk around with Xiao Han?"
She had never mentioned Xiao Han in front of her high school friends before.
First, she doesn't want to mention it.
Second, she is not afraid of Xiao Han.
But today.
When Song Yu finally confessed to herself that she was at the same table with Li Heng, Chen Zijin let go of her grudges and took the initiative to mention her best friend who is both friendly and enemies.
Xiao Han?
This name made Song Yu instinctively remember the incident when Xiao Han came over and hit her right arm at the entrance of the cafeteria a few days ago.
She didn't realize anything at that time, but Zijin woke up so much, and then recalled Li Heng's reaction at that time, she was stunned and realized that she had some reaction.
Zi Jin was so honest that Song Yu turned her heart into something and did not hide anything: "I haven't had it before, I seem to have contact this semester."
"I know! I know!" Hearing my best friend's reply, Chen Zijin bit her lower lip and said twice in a slightly heavier tone.
The two consecutive repetitions proved Song Yu's conjecture.
Chen Zijin asked: "Who did they come into contact with? Xiao Han took the initiative, right?"
Song Yu shook her head: "I didn't pay much attention."
Upon hearing this, Chen Zijin looked up at the ceiling and asked, "Have he asked me?"
Song Yu said calmly: "Yes. In the morning, he asked me for your reply address and phone number, but I haven't given it yet."
At this point, the two of them tacitly pressed the pause button, and for a moment they were silent.
After a long time, Chen Zijin suppressed his heart's desire:
"Don't give it to him for the time being, wait a little longer. I will contact him on my own initiative when the time comes. Don't get me wrong, this is for his own good."
"Okay." Song Yu answered.
Chen Zijin didn't say the specific reason for not giving it.
Song Yu didn't ask.
Before hanging up, Song Yu couldn't bear to say: "If Li Heng becomes the best in the future, you two?"
Chen Zijin smiled bitterly: "Don't you know my mother's bad temper? She is harder than the stones in the pit, and it's useless for ordinary people.
She was so angry that she had bet a curse in front of the Chen family's ancestral tablet, saying that even if I was killed, I would not marry Li Heng. And "
Song Yu didn't make any noise to bother and waited for the following text.
Chen Zijin paused for a moment and continued, "And the whole family is standing on my mother's side. They often fan the flames in front of her, saying that Li Heng is not, I...hey!"
Song Yu was silent. It is said that every family has difficult sutras. As an outsider, she has no choice but to evaluate a family like the Chen family.
At this moment, Chen Zitong, who was huddling outside, suddenly stared at her eyes wide. Unexpectedly, she left the phone and her biological mother came to her side. She was so scared that she hurriedly shrank back, turned around and ran away.
While running, he did not forget to notify the financial owner's sister: "Grandpa! Grandpa! Mom wants to hit me, come and help me!"
Hearing the heart-wrenching shouts outside, Chen Zijin turned around and saw a frosty face, "Song Yu, I'm going to die."
"Wait later." Song Yu shouted quickly.
Chen Zijin paused and put the removed earpiece back in his ear again.
Song Yu knew that time was tight, so she finished speaking in one breath: "If you have time, go and check out the magazine "Harvest" and find a writer whose pseudonym is "December"..."
In the last emergency, for the sake of peace of mind, she still violated Li Heng's confidential instructions and told the other party the pen name "December".
In fact, Li Heng did not say that he must keep Chen Zijin confidential, but just told himself not to tell him out in a general way.
Since he told me about the writer, Zijin should be in this area of ​​knowledge, right?
Song Yu thought so.
After finishing the call, she put the receiver back, then sat quietly on the sofa for a while, sorted out the conversation between the two of them before getting up and going to the outside yard, and continued to help her mother pull duck feathers.
"Who called me just now?" Jiang Yue asked.
Song Yu rolled up her sleeves and prepared to work hard: "Chen Zijin."
Jiang Yue asked: "She studied in Beijing, how are her grades? I heard that it is easier to get into Tsinghua and Peking University there."
Song Yu said: "It should be fine. If she doesn't say anything about the specific one, I won't ask."
As the mother and daughter were chatting, Jiang Yue suddenly said to her daughter: "Go and pour your dad a cup of tea. I saw that he had touched the empty cup several times.
I don’t know what article I am reading, but I read it so fascinatingly that I don’t even want to move.”
Song Yu got up and went to the house to pick up a hot water bottle. While filling the empty cup, she took a look at the "Harvest" magazine in her father's hand.
When she saw her father reading "Living", she couldn't help asking: "Dad, is the author of this novel December?"
Song Shi stared at the pages without blinking and replied perfunctorily: "It seems."
Seeing his father like this, Song Yu didn't bother him anymore and quietly retreated to help.
About 5 pm.
Jiang Yue cooked the duck and cooked three more dishes. When she served three dishes and one soup on the table, she shouted to the outside of the door from a distance:
"Old Song, it's time to eat."
There was no reaction outside the door, and there was no such thing as before.
Jiang Yue shouted again: "My daughter is going to school later, so she will have dinner before watching."
"Oh, okay." This time, Song Shi spitted two words, but he still didn't raise his head, let alone move his butt.
Jiang Yue raised his eyebrows and said to the daughter next to him: "Go, pull your dad in, I'll serve the rice."
Song Yu didn't want to do this, but as far as I can remember, the three of them had a neat meal, and if anyone had something to do, they would wait.
"Dad, let's have a meal first, and I'll see it later, otherwise the food will get cold." Song Yu came to her side and said softly.
"Hey!" Song Shi sighed without hesitation.
If it were his wife, he could still be careless, but his daughter, he was obedient like a child.
"Old Song, what articles you read are so good? I see that you haven't touched for an afternoon. This is not good for your health." Jiang Yue handed him a pair of chopsticks.
Song Shi pointed to "Living" in the magazine and said in a very admirable tone: "Of course, after reading this novel, I realized why I was always rejected by those big literary journals.
There is really a big gap. I can only look up to you in my life and I can't write it all my life."
It's the first time I've been together for decades, I've seen my husband so convinced.
Jiang Yue, who was curious, was not in a hurry to have a meal. He took the magazine and flipped through it and joked: "Where is the best place? Are you a school leader or a professor, and you deserve your praise?"
Where is the best?
This is a question worth pondering.
Song Shi, who had not yet fully awakened from the world in the book, pondered for a while and said, "With my literary literacy, I don't want to say how great this book is.
Fortunately, its content is so ordinary that every sentence and every clip shocked me, and it felt as if it happened to me.
This author has great talent, and this book is definitely a rare classic in a century. You can enter the top five of the books I have read over the years. You should read it if you have time."
Song Yu knows the best about what kind of personality her father has. She may like to get along with everyone and be harmonious.
But when it comes to things like literature and extremely serious things, I will never be aimless, and I will not belittle myself just because of a random article, unless.
There is only one answer, unless the work is really good enough!
Thinking of this, Song Yu turned her head and confirmed again that the author of "Living" was December.
Staring at the three words "December", she was a little dazed, and Li Heng couldn't help but jump out of her mind, thinking to herself: Did Dad admire the work he really wrote?
Before she could come back to her senses, Jiang Yue had already spoken out: "Ah! Or is it recommended by Mr. Ba?"
"No, Mr. Ba is a golden signboard. The works he recommended are really extraordinary." Song Shi wrote.
With ambition, he has moved countless times. The more he fails, the more he can understand the power of "Living". He said this with all sincerity.
"Okay, I won't read it for now. I'll read it after I finish it. I'm afraid that I won't want to eat the same food as you." After that, Jiang Yue, who was also a senior intellectual, put the book next to him naturally.
This operation made Song Shi confused.
Song Yu, who saw all this, smiled calmly and said, "Dad, after dinner, I'll buy another copy for you."
On the other side, the capital.
As soon as the phone was hung up, Zhong Lan had already stepped over the door and walked in.
Come to my eldest daughter.
With his eyes facing each other, Zhong Lan asked condescendingly: "Who did you just call?"
Chen Zijin knew that lying was useless, and her mother would have the means to interrogate the younger sister, so she simply said bluntly: "Song Yu."
Zhong Lan narrowed her eyes, "Did you ask Li Heng by the way?"
Chen Zijin wanted to deny it, but before she could speak, Zhong Lan had already grabbed the landline on the table and fell out.
"Bang bang bang!"
The white landline rolled on the ground for several times, and finally stopped at the door, and broke into several pieces.
In just one moment, the atmosphere in the house instantly dropped to freezing point!
Chen Zijin bit his lower lip tightly, watching all this without saying anything, but tears kept spinning in his eyes.
She endured it vigorously, and she refused to let the tears overflow, and did not want to show weakness in front of her mother.
Outside the door, Chen Zitong lost the liveliness and playfulness he had just now, stood foolishly in the yard, looking at her sister and mother who were confronting her in the room, with a worried look on her face, but she refused to go up to persuade her to fight.
"Zi Tong, why are you in the yard? It's raining outside, and you haven't gone into the house yet?"
It's time to get off work now. Chen Xiaomi holds a black umbrella in her left hand and a bag in her right hand. As soon as she enters the courtyard, she asks this.
"Shh!"
Hearing the sound, Chen Zitong quickly turned around and closed her mouth with her index finger, and then said in a low voice: "My sister-in-law, mother and sister are having a fight again."
Chen Xiaomi frowned, "It's a big deal?"
"Big, the phone fell." Chen Zitong pointed to the landline phone that was broken into several large pieces at the door.
Chen Xiaomi looked along her fingers and stopped asking why the quarrel was quarreling, and rushed into the house faster.
ps: Don’t say that you don’t work hard in March, hum, let’s have another chapter!
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