I hesitated for a few minutes, there is no point to open the piece of text messages, not afraid, but feel no need to open anything at this time. My previous life in most of the time can not wait to test the various possibilities, in fact, can allow himself to be ready to meet another fate. Fat man asked me how, I smiled and said Ray Chang made this blessing SMS over. Hey fat cry, say blame the poor old guy. I put the phone upside down on a stove, continue busy. With flowers help, we put a table full of food, steaming hot, filled with the smell of oil. Each dish I always thought about, after Wobble like a sunflower, yellow in the middle, green perimeter. Although there are souvenirs, taste similar, but tiring plus hiking path, dinner when everyone is hungry, eat a Dongkuaizi up. TV playing the Spring Festival, had previously been in the city to see my parents in the living room, I went to the room Internet access survive firecrackers. This time had to when the background sound. During the meeting, asked the flower business fat things, Xiu Xiu serve elders talk, nausea oil bottles are actually attracted the attention of the Spring Festival, or perhaps all this for him, it does not matter too, just in front of the TV in a daze . His previous years is how over, or that, in the long river of his life, has a much greater annualized counts, our life out of a large grid, just his second hand ticking sounds. Speculated, however, it must be the Zhang family years? Because of our lives it is the biggest step forward propulsion and lost so much a part, of course, good taste, impressed, but did not make any sense for them. Think is a pity, but I've learned not to tangle these immutable part. I started when my parents very silent, say a number of courtesy, as the younger generation, we gave toast elders, my mother a little drink a little wine director of the women will enter the state, in a very slow rate of speech, I first began to sum up their own education when mistakes, and then slowly the conversation shifted to me. My uncle very good grace to find a topic to speak my mother interrupted, as the elders say that he is incompetent, a generation left me, all sorts of problems. But most need to say sorry, not in, he could only say for the. He drank a glass of wine, look at me: "You are so many friends, you say something." Everyone looked at me, gloating expression, I looked at the uncle, said the 8-year-old heart began to before people let me give a performance, which is also the old trick almost 40, and I said what I ah, all cooked in such a way, but still stand up, reach for the wine, watching the room beamed and said: "I'm sorry, thank you . "then I took a drink. In fact, I have only this to say a few words, and only these two, to represent all my thoughts. Flowers patted my waist, said he understood. I looked at the finished fat, fat climb I let him speak, the first to stand up immediately and said: "It's happy today, I sing a song for everyone, because the elders, I do not sing my repertoire, and recently learned new song called song of the rings. " fat man began to sing, with a television background music, even listening to quite nicely. After the fat over and over, it began to flower water Sipi skewers, di-soon to be a pink circle, Xiu Xiu shy, just do not performances, and soon, the program will rotate to rotate the stuffy oil bottles here. Xiu Xiu to divert directly pointing the location of stuffy oil bottles, said: "boys are finished performing, come the girls." I turned around and found stuffy oil bottles in fact no longer a position, I immediately looked at the re-export door and found him really early to go to the yard breathable. Really witty boy. Naughty middle of the night, the village began to firecrackers, firecrackers countryside called a ho, one hundred thousand ring that is the entry level, Slap Slap Baba, endless, middle Erti Jiao explosion heaven, where the funny fat man shouted: "frontline gunfire has started, brothers! our fireworks are out, let's take a look next door to what is called the homemade bombs. they put the whole fried chicken infertility." my ears numb, went to the yard, in the sky fireworks taste, I smoke point, the cold air is drawn into the lungs associated with nicotine. Flowers stuck in pockets standing by my side, looking under the lights quartzite Road. Inside a lot of people playing mahjong smoke him out Songkuai it. "Are you really ready to stay here, right?" Suddenly asked me flowers. I looked at him, I do not think this is a problem. Caught with a cigarette mouth, I hit a bucket of water from a well, and his own hand-washing. He said: "I do not know, I just want to be here now." Flowers did not ask, I catch my shoulder, "you just do not want it to stay elsewhere." I smiled at him, and I know what he meant, but unnecessary discussion, I know what they want. He and I walked up the hill, the children have been run out over the sect, to a dark place, that is the ancestral village, we sat on the steps in front of the shrine. We have no further dialogue, no longer discuss the complex situation may change, the level of response, too many things to talk about, are accustomed to, now do not talk, we both find each other and do not know what to talk. I handed a cigarette in the past, the n-th flowers rejected me. We do not sound so do not say anything to stay in the brush circle of friends. Phone light in our faces. Cold, very peaceful.
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