After the Spring Festival, Qin Guanglin changed into a new clothes, and his life returned to the state of writing and painting all day.
After a few days, on the fifth day of the lunar new year, my aunt and her son came to pay New Year's respects.
Qin's mother and sister are ten years younger than each other. They have always been in a good relationship. The two families often walk around. My aunt comes from her hometown and takes her children to have a good time in Los Angeles. This habit has been maintained for many years.
"Auntie." Qin Guanglin greets with a smile, grabs a handful of sugar and puts it in his brother's pocket. "Xiao Jie has grown up again. He hasn't seen him for a year. He's growing really fast."
"Thank you, cousin." Zheng Jie, who was just ten years old, was very polite and bowed his head to thank him.
"I'll be taller than you." The little aunt hummed and looked around, "where's my sister?"
"My mother is out for a walk. Hi Every day at home, you sit first
Qin Guanglin called, picked up the teapot and cup, went into the kitchen to wash, and poured water for them. The little aunt was not polite. She gulped a cup and asked Qin Guanglin to add it again. She watched him blink, "listen to my sister, you moved out to live with your girlfriend?" She turned and looked, "where? Let me meet my girlfriend. "
"It's just a girlfriend, and I'm not married. Of course I'll go back to my home for the new year."
Qin Guanglin didn't cover up either. He took out his cell phone from his pocket and gave it two strokes. He pushed it to her to see, "how about it? Are we a perfect match
"Eh, it looks good. You are just silly. Wait for me to dress you up..."
"No, no, no, I'm fine." Qin Guanglin quickly refused.
This little aunt has been keen to dress him fancy since she was a child. She has also applied lipstick and red cheeks to him. Now Zheng Jie is a little older and more stable, but she still likes to toss him around.
According to his estimation, his taste in daily dressing is probably the sequela left by her acting as a gaudy girl when she was a child.
It's hard to look back.
"Look, it scares you." The little aunt laughed and said, "don't worry, you are too old When do you get married? "
"I don't believe it. I'm poor now. What's the knot?"
"Hold on. If you don't hurry up, you'll be in a hurry. If you're poor, you'll be afraid of nothing. Your uncle and I didn't have anything at that time."
My aunt returned the mobile phone to him. She picked up a banana from the tea table and peeled it off. She ate it and said, "the house in Los Angeles is expensive. If you don't have enough money to buy a house when you get married, I don't have enough money. It's ok to collect tens of thousands of dollars for you. If you meet a good girl, you can take it quickly. I'll listen to your mother..."
"OK, it's too far. You can keep it for Xiao Jie first. I'm still working here. Nuo, I just bought a car." Qin Guanglin declined. From his schooling to his graduation to the time when he should get married, his aunt has never been less worried. Now he is a little successful in his career. He quickly takes out the key to show her.
"Ha? How much is it? " Aunt took over to play with two, looking at the four rings to know is not simple, immediately very pleased.
Finally, it's promising.
"More than 200000." Qin Guanglin scratched his head and laughed.
It's not a show off, it's an account.
In the first few years, the family conditions had not yet been improved. My aunt was still single at that time. She helped Qin's mother bite her teeth and pull him up. It was only when he was in high school that she finally got over it and relaxed.
Although Qin Guanglin and his aunt are only teenagers away, from the bottom of my heart, this is half his mother.
"Where's my uncle? Why didn't you come with me? "
"He's busy with business, so he ran away on the third day of junior high school..." She heard the door ring, looked back and cried, "sister!"
"Well, when did you come? I don't want to make a phone call and ask Xiao Linzi to pick you up at the station... "
"Next time, next time, let him pick it up." Xiaoyi stood up with a smile, "XIAOLINZI is promising. Four rings have been opened. You don't want to tell me. You know how to show off your future daughter-in-law on the phone every day..."
Seeing the two chatting, Qin Guanglin handed Zheng Jie an orange, clapped his hands, went to open the refrigerator and said, "today, I'm the chef. I'm cooking. You have a good rest. What do you want to eat? I'm going to buy some more now. "
"Oh, you can cook? Don't poison me Do whatever you can, and pick the one you're good at
"OK Will you go with Xiao Jie? See what you want to eat. " With these words, Qin Guanglin went to the door and asked.
"Hurry up and don't buy him a bunch of snacks."
"All right, all right."
All the way out, there were few stalls in the vegetable market during the Chinese New Year. He drove farther to buy the vegetables, rolled up his sleeves and showed his skills. He gave full play to the cooking skills he had practiced hard in the past six months.
A table full of dishes.
"Yes." The aunt couldn't help praising him. She was really decent. "I have to teach Xiaojie some other day, so that he can learn this skill. I can find a girlfriend in the future."
"Little Jay thinks about his girlfriend when he's old."
"I'm still young. I'm not in love." Zheng Jie seems quiet, but he knows everything."Ha ha ha I'm ready. "
Since the Chinese new year, this is the most lively lunch. After eating happily, Qin Guanglin forgot something and went back to the house to take out a thick red envelope.
"Jay, your lucky money."
"No, why so thick?" The little aunt gave him a slanting look. "It's making money, isn't it? Another one. "
"Tut, it's for Xiaojie. You care so much Take it Qin Guanglin squatted down to Zheng Jiesai's pocket. He couldn't get in, so he simply handed it to his aunt. "This is Xiao Jie's. you can keep it at most. Don't give it to others."
"Look at you..."
"Oh, keep it. It's not for you." Qin Ma happily also felt out a red envelope, which was not as big as Qin Guanglin's. she handed it to Zheng Jie and gave it to him as pocket money. "Take this, don't give it to your mother. Keep the flowers yourself, ah."
"Ah..."
The little aunt pinched the red envelope and twisted her eyebrows. Then she sighed and stretched out, "OK, I'll keep it for Xiao Jie - Guanglin is really promising. I remember to earn more this year and try to earn a suite to marry my daughter-in-law."
"Sure."
"Thank you, aunt."
Zheng Jie knew long ago that the thick one didn't belong to him, so he was very happy with the little red envelope.
"Thank you, cousin."
"How was the final exam?" Qin Guanglin sat on the sofa and turned into the most annoying relative. He asked with a smile.
"Third in class."
Children who learn well have no fear.
"Well, I remember last year was the first time?"
“……”
Hateful relatives always make people angry.
"Ha ha, the third is not bad. I'll take the first one this year."
Qin Guanglin teases Xiaojie for a while. Seeing that Qin's mother and aunt are secretly not sure what they are talking about, they look at each other from time to time. Suddenly, their back is cold and they sneak into the studio to avoid them.
……
Night.
Qin Guanglin is lying on the big bed of why not, holding Doraemon beside his pillow, which is a little difficult to sleep.
In previous years, my aunt and Qin's mother sleep together in the evening. If my uncle comes, I will sleep in the guest room. Zheng Jie and Qin Guanglin are crowded together, but this year we don't need so much trouble. My aunt sleeps in the guest room, Zheng Jie sleeps in Qin Guanglin's room, and Qin Guanglin comes back to sleep.
Anyway, it's only two steps away. Zheng Jie is also sensible. He doesn't mess around like ordinary leather children. He's gentle and makes people like him.
Doraemon's body is very soft. When she pinches it gently, it will deform. When it's released, it will return to its original state. Qin Guanglin pinches it for a while, but he still doesn't feel sleepy. He wants to see the plan given by Chen Rui again, but finds that he didn't bring it at home.
Sitting on the bed and pondering for a moment, he simply got up and sorted out their belongings, so that he could clean up when he was free tomorrow.
The room is no longer as simple as it was when I first moved in. At the beginning, there were only one bed, one desk and one cabinet, and there was nothing else except a pile of books and computers on the desk, a pillow and quilt on the bed. Now for more than half a year, a lot of sundries have been piled up, such as pens, paper, picture frames, shoe boxes, clothes hangers, storage boxes, and cartons that can be used again after express delivery The simple Sketchpad, why not take home the papers, two people's clothes bags, summer quilts and so on, can not be stuffed into the cabinet are packed into bags piled aside.
It's more and more like a home.
Two people's thing code in the side does not show messy, only gives a warm feeling.
Qin Guanglin sorted out the articles one by one, prepared to throw away the useless ones, and summed up the useful ones again. When he saw the glasses in the storage box, he couldn't help laughing and put them aside to continue sorting.
What's wrong? There are all kinds of gadgets in the storage box, such as paintings and small gifts he gave, hair ropes of retired little pandas and so on. Qin Guanglin took them out one by one and looked at them carefully, with a touch of memory and warmth in his eyes.
It's only in April that I started dating. There are still dozens of days to a year left, but it seems that I have lived together for a long time.
Probably because of cohabitation He grinned and sorted out the things one by one. At the end of the day, there was only a small iron box at the bottom of the storage box, which was printed with moon cakes.
Qin Guanglin curiously took it up and looked around. He opened the lid along the edge gap.
Inside was a jumble of medicine bottles whose labels had been torn off.
Looking back at the small box of band aid cold medicine under the desk and the iron box in his hand, his heart suddenly sank.