Wen Xian felt like he had a dream. He dreamed that he had traveled to the period of the Republic of China and was forced to marry a man as a man. Later, he even fell in love with the other man. In the end, he did not hesitate to block the gun for the other party. The vicious stepmother was shot dead.
Wen Xian woke up from the dream and found that he had returned to his hometown at some point. The sound of cooking came from the kitchen. Wen Xian got up from the bed and went to the kitchen to see that his mother was busy cooking.
There was a large table full of Wen Xian's favorite food. There was chicken soup stewed in the pot, and the lid was tightly closed, which could not block the aroma wafting from it.
"It smells so good, Mom, are you going to have guests?"
Mother Wen stopped chopping vegetables, then looked back at her eldest son, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Wen Xianzheng was stealing pickled cucumbers from the plate to eat. Seeing that his mother was crying, he quickly retracted his hands in fright: "Mom, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, why are you crying? I stole it. It’s a cucumber, not a chicken leg... Even if I really stole the chicken leg, you don’t have to cry, do you?”
Mother Wen hurriedly raised her hand to wipe away her tears: "What nonsense are you talking about? You don't need to steal chicken legs if you want them. I'll give them to you today."
Wen Xian looked suspiciously at Mother Wen: "Really?"
After all, since his parents had a second child, he hadn't eaten chicken drumsticks in this family. There was nothing he could do about it. His younger brother, who was 19 years younger than him, was so fat.
Mother Wen looked at her son's face, turned around for a moment, rubbed her eyes and said, "Of course it's true, don't you even believe what Mom says?"
Wen Xian smiled: "Believe it, why don't you believe it, by the way, Mom, am I not at work? Why did I come back suddenly? Tsk tsk, why do I feel like I have lost my memory?"
Wen's mother looked back and saw that he was knocking on her head, and was about to hit his hand, but there was more than one thing, she didn't hit him, she pulled Wen Xian's hand away and blamed: "What are you doing? You are not smart at all, and you will be stupid if you beat yourself again. Who is to blame? I know work all day long, everyone... all fainted in the company, it was your colleague who sent you back, of course you don’t remember.”
Wen Xian was stunned: "What? I just said that our boss has a black heart and knows to work overtime every day. Sooner or later he will kill him!"
"Bah bah bah! What nonsense are you talking about!" Mother Wen suddenly became angry, "You are young, you are not allowed to say such unlucky words, do you hear me?"
Mother Wen has always been docile, but when she suddenly became so angry, Wen Xian was also taken aback, but seeing Mother Wen's eyes were red again, she nodded hurriedly: "I know, I know, it's my crow's mouth, I'm talking nonsense, I promise, in the future Say no more, okay?"
There was a sound at the door, Mother Wen said: "Go and see, it should be your father who picked up your younger brother back from school, and asked them to wash their hands and prepare for dinner."
"Oh."
Wen Xian was afraid that he would make Wen's mother unhappy again. Hearing what his mother said, he hurriedly slipped out of the kitchen. As soon as he walked to the living room, he saw his father coming in with his younger brother's schoolbag on his back. Wen Xian called out: "Dad."
Father Wen stiffened obviously for a moment, then he didn't look up at Wen Xian, and replied while changing his shoes: "Yes."
Wen Xian didn't think too much about it, and he didn't have time to think too much, because his younger brother, who had just entered the first year, rushed into Wen Xian's arms like a bazooka.
"Brother! You are really back!"
Wen Xian pinched his chubby face, and sighed that the hand feels really good, unlike some people's hard, but why does he seem to prefer the hard hand?
"What does it mean to really come back?" Wen Xian pulled his younger brother's face to both sides, "I finally came back, Wen Xiaopang, was your Chinese taught by your physical education teacher?"
Wen Xiaopang is the nickname Wen Xian gave his younger brother. When Wen Xiaopang was still young, he often used the wrong subject and verb. In the first few years, Wen Xian had a younger brother who was 19 years younger than himself. Seeing Wen Xiaopang is not in a good mood. When Wen Xiaopang was a little older, he knew how to feel the emotions of adults, so he often asked Wen Xian: Brother, am I angry?
In fact, what he wanted to say was "brother, are you angry?" But he just couldn't distinguish between "you" and "I", and every time he asked Wen Xian if he was angry, he would say the wrong thing.
Wen Xian didn't understand the problem in his younger brother's words, he just thought he had a wrong word, Wen Xiaopang said that he was right, but Wen Xian said he was wrong, the two brothers were noisy, Wen Xian lost his patience, and started Started, Wen Xiaopang yelled loudly.
Father Wen came over suddenly, Wen Xian instinctively withdrew his hand in fright: "Dad, I was just playing with my brother."
Father Wen glanced at Wen Xian, wondering if it was Wen Xian's illusion, he felt his father's eyes were red, but before he could take a closer look, Father Wen said, "I'll go to the kitchen to see your mother", and then Busy turned around and left.
Wen Xian stood there with a puzzled face, and looked down at Wen Xiaopang: "You were scolded by the teacher again?"
Wen Xiaopang snorted: "I didn't! I'm very obedient now, and the teacher praises me every day!"
Wen Xian sneered: "I don't believe it."
Wen Xiaopang hummed angrily: "I'm serious!"
Wen Xian said impatiently: "Okay, okay, I'll take you to wash your hands and get ready to eat."
Wen Xian took Wen Xiaopang to the bathroom to wash his hands, and found that Wen Xiaopang had been looking at him through the mirror. Wen Xian rubbed his sausage-like ten fingers and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that? Did you suddenly notice that your brother Very handsome!"
Wen Xiaopang hesitated for a moment, and then glanced at the door. Seeing that his parents were not in the living room, he asked Wen Xian in a low voice: "Brother, will people who have gone to heaven come back?"
Wen Xian froze for a moment: "What?"
Then he realized that it was his mother who told Wen Xiaopang. Before Wen Xiaopang watched TV and saw someone die, he didn’t understand, so he asked his mother where that person went, and his mother told him that Went to heaven.
"Shouldn't be coming back," Wen Xian said, "What's wrong? Why are you asking this?"
Wen Xiaopang shook his head: "I can't say it, my father said it, I can't say it."
Wen Xian thought it was funny, and was about to ask, when his mother shouted outside: It's time to eat.
Wen Xian had no choice but to give up and took Wen Xiaopang out for dinner.
At the dinner table, Mother Wen pushed a bowl of chicken soup full of two chicken legs in front of him. Wen Xian was stunned and looked up at Mother Wen in amazement.
"Mom? I... Did I do something wrong?"
Mother Wen said: "No, I've said it's for you, so it's for you."
Wen Xian looked at his mother, then at his father, then at Wen Xiaopang, and finally said to Wen Xiaopang: "Xiaopang, this is for you to eat."
Mother Wen suddenly put down her chopsticks: "I said it's for you, you can just eat it, what are you doing for him?"
"Honey," Father Wen comforted in a low voice, "don't do this."
Mother Wen endured it, but she couldn't hold it back. Tears flowed out. She choked up and said to Father Wen, "I just...can't help it."
After that, I went to the kitchen.
After Wen's father heard this, his throat choked up, his expression looked as if he was about to cry, and finally he said to Wen Xian and the others: "Let's eat, Wen Xian, you can just eat the chicken legs. If your brother wants to eat it, then your mother will give it to him." purchase."
Wen Xian was a little worried: "Dad, my mother..."
"She's fine," Father Wen interrupted Wen Xiandao, "Hurry up and eat."
Wen Xiaopang also said at this time: "Brother, I don't want to eat chicken legs, you can eat them."
Wen Xian looked down at the two chicken legs in his bowl, for a while, he didn't know why, and felt very uncomfortable in his heart, as if he was blocked by something, as if he was about to be out of breath, some familiar images began to flash in his mind , Wen Xian was silent for a moment, didn't push back any further, brought over the bowl of chicken soup that Wen's mother had served him, and began to eat it with his head buried.
When Wen's mother came back, Wen Xian had finished drinking a bowl of chicken soup, and the chicken leg was gnawed clean, leaving only a few bones piled on the table. Wen Xian put down the bowl and chopsticks, looked up at Wen's mother, and smiled softly: "mom."
Mother Wen's eyes were still red. Hearing him call her, she raised her head and looked at Wen Xian. Wen Xian saw that her hand holding the chopsticks was shaking all the time.
Wen Xian was a little helpless and guilty, sighed softly and said to Wen's mother: "Mom, I should go."
The bowl and chopsticks in Mother Wen's hand fell instantly, she got up suddenly, tears flowed out once, she couldn't say anything, she went around the dining table and rushed to hug Wen Xian, then started to cry loudly.
Wen Xian put his arms around Wen's mother, smiled slightly, looked up at Wen's father, Wen's father was also wiping tears, Wen Xian said: "Dad, I'm sorry."
Father Wen took a deep breath, looked up at Wen Xian and said, "You didn't feel sorry for us, we are the ones who are sorry for you."
Wen Xian shook his head: "No, you will always be the best people in this world to me."
Wen Xiaopang felt everyone's emotions, opened his mouth and burst into tears, rushed over and hugged Wen Xian and shouted: "Brother, brother, don't go, don't go, heaven is too far away, if I can't go, I won't see you again." You, brother, I don't want you to go, I want to be with my brother, woo woo woo..."
Wen Xian stretched out a hand and patted Wen Xiaopang's hair: "Wen Xiaopang, you are a big kid in the first grade, you can't cry so much anymore, you know? You have to... You are a man, protect your mother, you know?"
Wen Xiaopang nodded while crying, but cried even harder.
Wen's mother took Wen Xian's hand and begged: "Xiaoxian, can't you not leave? Mom is finally looking forward to your return, please don't leave, please."
Wen Xian sighed: "No, Mom, someone is still waiting for me. I promised him to stay with him all the time. I can't break my promise."
Mother Wen asked, "Who is it?"
Wen Xian smiled: "The person who will spend the rest of my life with me, Mom, don't worry about me. I am living a happy life now. I hope you will be happy too."
——Wen Xian, Wen Xian!
Su Yuanzhi's call appeared next to his ear, and just by listening to the sound, he could feel how anxious he was now.
Wen Xian said: "Mom, he is calling me, I have to go."
He raised his head and said to Father Wen: "Dad, Mom and brother will be handed over to you."
Father Wen nodded with red eyes: "Go, don't worry."
Wen Xian went to see the weeping Wen Xiaopang again, and couldn't help being amused by his appearance: "Don't cry, Wen Xiaopang, brother is leaving, little fat man, thank you for being able to come to this house, thank you ..."
"Wen Xian, Wen Xian!"
Wen Xian opened his eyes in a daze, and the first thing he saw was the person he was thinking about and thinking about. Su Yuanzhi was sitting beside his bed, holding his hand tightly, his face full of tears. The fatigue visible to the naked eye, the fine stubble on his face, and the two bruises under his eyes, the moment he saw him wake up, those dim eyes suddenly brightened.
"Wen Xian..."
"Far away," Wen Xian's hoarse voice was almost speechless, "don't worry, I'm fine."
Su Yuanzhi's hands and lips trembled violently, he couldn't speak any more, he just nodded, clasped Wen Xian's hand tightly with both hands, and lowered his head deeply so that people couldn't see his face clearly, Wen Xian tried his best to stretch his chin to see , and only saw Su Yuanzhi's twitching shoulders.