these years

With Wang Lijun as his companion, Qiao Ruizhu lived on the top of the mountain.Probably because of a guilty conscience, Qiao Weidong never dared to pick up his son, as if his hangover had been protracted and lasted for half a month.

Hong Kong is getting colder day by day. By the end of the year, the temperature has dropped to freezing point.According to social news broadcasts, several lonely old people living in public housing and receiving CSSA[1] have died of low temperature. The Observatory also said that due to global warming, the temperature is extreme. Residents purchased warm clothes and equipment in time to survive the winter warmly.

There was not much fun on the mountain, Wang Lijun was still lying on the sofa with his head resting on the armrest, watching TV with Qiao Ruizhu.Occasionally he looked up out of the window and saw that the plants in the garden had darkened and the sky on the hills had turned blue. The world was so heavy in color that it was hard to make people happy, and it was not worthy of the name of Christmas today.Wang Lijun was gloomy and thought, Hong Kong at the bottom of the mountain today must be warm and lively. People who believe in religion hang mistletoe in front of their doors to wish each other happiness when they meet relatives and friends; people who don’t believe in religion also buy Christmas trees and decorate their homes with snowflakes and red and green; Not to mention that the streets are full of church personnel running around, and they want to spread fraternity to the earth.

Wang Lijun had nothing to do, he was bored, he just lay there thinking, no wonder there is an old saying in Beijing Hutong, to go home and beat the children if you have nothing to do.How can such a depressed mood be expressed without beating the child?He looked aside at Qiao Ruizhu, and quickly dismissed the idea - if he beats him now, he might beat himself up in two years.Wang Lijun weighed himself and felt that he would not be able to withstand Qiao Ruizhu's punch two years later, so he gave up with bad intentions.

He continued to be bored, the communication tool seemed to have lost its voice, and no one came to wish him a happy holiday.No matter if it was Kang Xiaofei, Zhang Xiaobo, or Chen Li, no one would talk to him.Wang Lijun knows that they have been filming one after another these days, but there is always a break in filming. Is it so difficult to pronounce four words?He was inevitably disappointed, and his heart was empty, so he had no choice but to take this as retribution - when he was only focusing on filming, he neglected the feelings of many people, and now he has to pay back.

But he was not alone for a long time, and he received a Whatsapp message from Chang Miaotong.The message said, MerryChristmas!Thank you Junzai, friendship lasts forever.

The accompanying picture is a Christmas tree.The house is not big, but the tree is luxurious, standing upright by the window.The dark green tree is decorated with snowballs, walking sticks, and little reindeer. Under the tree, there are many presents scattered all over the place—the seven daughters of the Chang family are around their knees, and the festival should be so lively.

Wang Lijun pinched his mobile phone and couldn't help showing his face. He understood that Chang Miaotong finally got together with his wife and daughter in this reunion festival.Chang Miaotong came to him half a year ago. At that time, he didn't listen to the other party's pleadings, but later, he asked Qiu Yuanzheng to find a TV drama actor and asked Chang Miaotong to go to mainland China to act.That's not a good job, it's nothing more than the set of the anti-Japanese drama, the hero is both wise and brave, and has a great lightness skill. He can catch bullets with his bare hands, blow up a bunker while carrying a quilt, and shoot an enemy in the eye from [-] miles away.This kind of role is mainly competed for by middle-aged actors in the [-]th line, but anyone who has a little future looks down on them - they are all people with a good face, and it is ugly to be ridiculed by the crowd.

But Chang Miaotong was scolded a lot when she was young, so what's there to be afraid of losing such a small face?He didn't want to leave Hong Kong at first, but for his family and to earn money, he resolutely went north, acted in this play, and finally earned 200 million.According to the crew, Chang Miaotong squatted on the set and cried for half an hour on the day the pay was over.

This is not the end yet. It is said that the TV series is only the first one. Due to Chang Miaotong's hard work, the effect is exaggerated, and the ratings are rising steadily. Therefore, some investors plan to invest in the "Legend of Baiyangdian" trilogy, and name each one Chang Miaotong should play the role.

Ever since she earned money and had a regular job, Chang Miao talked louder when she was a child, and the aisles became faster, so she could go up to the fifth floor without much effort.He took the money and returned to Hong Kong immediately, took his wife and children home, and lived a happy family life again.He has never been good at expressing his true feelings, but this time under the coercion of his four wives, he also learned a high EQ, and sent a message on Christmas Eve to thank Wang Lijun for his brotherhood.

Wang Lijun was in a happy mood. He dialed the phone and chatted with Chang Miaotong for a while. He heard a lot of noise over there, and the girls were yelling, as if they thought the other party's gift was better than his own. .

Wang Lijun asked with a smile: "It's lively, have you eaten turkey?"

Chang Miaotong's voice fluctuated from far away and nearer: "Ah, what are you doing...Rong'er, look at Bier——I'm sorry, my daughter is not sensible, she was messing with my phone just now, what did you just say?"

Wang Lijun took the trouble: "Let me ask you, have you eaten turkey?"

Chang Miaotong complained: "I haven't eaten yet. My wife is cooking it, but none of the four of us know how to do it. The kitchen is messed up. It's annoying me to death."

The more Wang Lijun heard it, the more he wanted to laugh, and asked, "Which one is Bi'er? The youngest?"

Chang Miaotong answered honestly: "Yes, Seventh, wait a minute—" The phone was cut off.

Wang Lijun put down the phone suspiciously, he thought, probably the child messed with the phone and cut off the call.Wang Lijun shook his head and was about to put down his phone when he received a request for a video call. He quickly connected, and Chang Miaotong's big face came into view.

Seeing that the video was connected, Chang Miaotong hurriedly called everyone around her to come over.First, three girls who looked like high school students appeared. They were holding cakes and trembling with laughter.When Wang Lijun heard it, Chang Miaotong said viciously, come and say hello to uncle!They approached Shi Shiran, and said perfunctorily at the screen, Uncle MerryChristmas——

Then came two junior high school girls, they didn't listen to Chang Miaotong's greetings at all, they just competed with each other for gifts.Chang Miaotong was so helpless that he almost overflowed the screen, so he had to turn to find his little daughter.Lao Liu Rong'er is the most sensible, she greets the screen obediently, Uncle Wong, Merry Christmas!

The old Qi Bi'er was not good at talking yet, so the greeting had to be ended hastily.The screen changed to Chang Miaotong's face, and soon the face turned into a mouth, the mouth opened and closed and said, Junzai, I have to visit you again in my spare time, Merry Christmas!

As soon as he said this, a small hand pressed over, and the screen went black.

Wang Lijun put down his cell phone, grinning silly, as if looking at his own child.But not long after, he suppressed his smile and looked out of the window in a daze. At some point, the sun had already set and the night outside was dark. Only one or two mountain street lights were on. .Now it’s winter, insects are dead and beasts are hiding, there is no life, the cable car on the top of the mountain is rumbling, but it seems to be ringing out of the world, Wang Lijun finally realized that Taiping Mountain is so lonely.

He suddenly missed the life in the world, the plot of the movie, the martial arts brothers, the light of the sword, the shadow of the sword, and... Qiao Weidong.Every time he thinks about their liveliness and joy, their loyalty and courage, he always feels that he is still in that summer vacation in [-]—in August in Beijing, it was extremely hot, but the teenagers still insisted on playing basketball They would say goodbye only when the adults in the family came to arrest them and go back to eat. At that time, Wang Lijun was the only one, and Qiao Weidong was younger than Zhang Xiaobo at that time.Later, when I arrived in Hong Kong from Beijing, there was no winter in the southern country, and the summer was even longer. Wang Lijun was addicted to that kind of bitter heat, as if a person could be forever young, vigorous, and courageously plunge into the fire of life, burning his body blazingly.But today is not what it used to be. Now that he thinks about it, maybe his youth was the summer of his life, and Qiao Weidong was the summer vacation of his life.Now Wang Lijun is no longer a student, and there will be no summer vacation in the future. No matter how long the summer is, it will always pass, and the winter he is destined for has come.

Thinking of this, Wang Lijun's phone vibrated. He looked at the screen, and it turned out that he had received a WeChat message.The message was actually sent by Qiao Weidong, which read: "Warm days, warm wishes, every year there is today, Qiao Weidong and his family wish you a Merry Christmas!"

Wang Lijun looked awkwardly, and he wanted to reply, so he just said, Merry Christmas to you too.But he was afraid that this was a group message, and he seemed to be underestimating himself by replying sincerely like this.So he fought with himself, and finally choked out a few words, but double-clicked to delete, and quickly deleted.

After a while, another message came. Wang Lijun took a closer look and saw that it was from Du Yibing.

Wang Lijun dropped his cell phone and cursed angrily: "Damn it, don't you change your name when you forward someone else's text message?" It was indeed a mass message, which is true, and he didn't get any special treatment from Qiao Weidong.

After cursing this sentence, he realized that tears filled his eyes. He was afraid that Qiao Ruizhu would see it—in fact, Qiao Ruizhu was trying to watch TV, babbling, and didn't pay attention to him at all—so Wang Lijun turned to the window, trying to use the reflection of the glass as a Looking in the mirror, carefully wipe off the tears on your face.But when he looked at the window, he was deeply shocked. Outside the window, there was light snow floating in the night sky, fine and dense, fluttering all over the sky.

It's snowing in Hong Kong.Wang Lijun leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and finally shed tears uncontrollably. He propped his forehead with his hands, closed his eyes tightly, tears slid down his cheeks, dripped and fell on the leather sofa, and all petals shattered .He sincerely believed that such a special celestial phenomenon must mean something, perhaps, even the heavens took pity on his tragic life.

Qiao Ruizhu heard the crying, so she suddenly raised her head from her study, with a look of astonishment and wonder.To a kid in Beijing, snow is so common. He didn't know that it never snowed in Hong Kong.

[1] CSSA: Dibao in Hong Kong.

The author has something to say

"None of the people I loved stayed by my side, and loneliness stayed with me overnight." When I wrote this chapter at the time, I repeated "The Christmas Knot" many times!