tenderness is impossible

Summer vacation has begun, reminiscent of watermelons, air conditioners, and pretty little dresses.He Jingyu gradually left the city with its own absurdity with a lot of melancholy, and all the past quickly receded like the scenery.

The gentle and virtuous mother had already prepared a sumptuous dinner for him to eat.

He Jingyu cherishes the happy time with her mother and is willing to share her life in school and the honors she has won.He Mu's frown and smile melted his inner depression like a spring breeze, hey, it's good to be home.

"Jingyu, try this sweet and sour pork ribs, but it may not be as delicious as the ones brought by your classmate's mother. After all, the meat is produced by themselves. When the time comes, you go to school and get some zongzi made by me for your classmate. "

He Jingyu stopped chopsticks, mixed with five flavors: "Mom, the sweet and sour pork ribs you make are the best in the world. Forget about the rice dumplings, the school does not allow the use of pots."

"Then let's go to the street to buy some new clothes after eating, and you can pick them yourself."

He Jingyu waved away the image of himself picking out clothes for Lu Zhongyao in his mind, and said, "Okay, you can buy a new dress too."

The cicadas sang to wake up the street lamps, and the moon lazily hid behind the clouds and refused to come out.The aunts danced the square dance they learned yesterday tirelessly, the parents pushed the strollers to the street stalls to buy fresh big watermelons, and the girl in the distance started running again.

He Jingyu swings home slowly with his mother in his clothes, his shadow stretched out by the street lamps.

"Mom, have you ever thought about finding another partner after all these years?"

"Yes, but I didn't find the right one."

"If you find a suitable one, will you receive a certificate?"

"It's good to live a good life. Obtaining a certificate is a ceremony. It's good to have it. If not, it doesn't matter at my age. It is said that marriage is the tomb of love, but there are many people who cheat. Build a tomb and engrave the names of both parties. Is it forever? It’s better to throw them into mountains and rivers together, and the two people who love each other will become dust clinging together, and they will not be annihilated like atoms in the universe.”【1】

He Jingyu looked up at the stars in the sky, thoughtful.

Different from the gentle and dignified mother, Lu Zhongyao's mother is a completely different type. Her face is ruddy and shiny, her eyebrows are curved and her eyes are very cute when she smiles, and she is very warm and kind.

Once Lu Zhongyao called He Jingyu to the dormitory, and only after entering the dormitory did he know that his mother had come and brought home-cooked food that he had cooked.

He Jingyu's first reaction was to leave, but Lu's mother stopped him: "You are He Jingyu, I heard Zhongyao mention it."

"Yes, auntie."

"I heard that you like sweet and sour pork ribs. I made some for you to try. That one was killed by Lu Zhongyao's father yesterday. It is fresh."

"Ah? Thank you, Auntie."

He Jingyu was quite surprised, a little flattered.

Lu Zhongyao unfolded a small square table, put the dishes brought by Lu's mother on it, and the other three in the dormitory took one side and sat down on the floor covered with newspapers, and said in unison: "Thank you, auntie." Then I started to eat with chopsticks and eat happily.

"Hey, you haven't eaten for hundreds of years."

Wang Lei chewed something and said to Lu Zhongyao inarticulately: "It's only 300 years."

Sitting on the chair, Lu's mother laughed happily: "Eat, eat, there are still a lot of dishes."

Lu Zhongyao pulled He Jingyu to sit on the other side, and handed him the chopsticks: "Eat more, don't be polite, you see, none of them know how to write politely."

He Jingyu's eyes lit up when he saw the sweet and sour pork ribs, how could he be polite, and said with a smile, "I've been here for 500 years."

He raised his head and asked Mother Lu: "Auntie, don't you want to eat?"

"I've already eaten, oh yes, I also brought bayberry wine, you can try it."

A can of rose-red wine was placed on the table, and everyone cheered.

"Mom, aren't you afraid of being discovered by Dad, he is very precious."

"Oh, there are so many people in the house, so it's no wonder that the old man can find out. If I don't tell you, who knows if you don't tell me, will you tell it?"

The three of them shook their heads in unison again, inexplicably funny.

Lu Zhongyao, Wang Lei, and roommate Xiaopang each poured a glass, and after clinking glasses, they began to drink happily.Mother Lu knew about Zhang Mingyu's situation. She looked at He Jingyu and asked, "Jingyu, why don't you drink?"

"No, Auntie, I don't usually drink much."

Zhang Mingyu turned his head and said to his aunt: "Auntie, you don't know, he usually adds wolfberry and red dates, which is more healthy than me."

"It's okay. This wine has many benefits. It's good for your health. I can drink several cups at home."

"Mom, please add the word secretly, thank you."

"What nonsense, brat, your mother doesn't want to lose face, Jingyu, how much you drink will make you drunk."

"I don't know, I haven't tried it."

Lu's mother became excited all of a sudden, and she was very excited: "That's just right, Auntie, I'll give you a test of your drinking capacity. Anyway, you're fine in the dormitory. If you're drunk, lie down on Zhongyao's bed."

It's terrible here, I want to go back.He Jingyu pinched Lu Zhongyao's thigh, and told him with his eyes: You quickly stop your mother's crazy thoughts.

However, he could see the expectation in Lu Zhongyao's eyes, and couldn't help but increase his strength.

But Lu's mother was still persevering in persuading herself to drink. It can be said that she was very persistent. He Jingyu decided to change the subject and focus on Zhang Mingyu.

"Mingyu, that's too much, I ate all the shrimp by myself without talking."

Zhang Mingyu looked innocent, swallowed the prawns and said, "I ate about nine of them."

Wang Lei didn't think it was a big deal, and counted his shrimp heads: "One, two, three, I just ate three."

Roommate Xiaopang followed suit and showed four fingers: "I have four."

But Lu Zhongyao and He Jingyu haven't touched shrimp yet, the evidence is so far, Zhang Mingyu is powerless to refute, despairing of this caressing world, he angrily picked up a chopstick of shrimp into his bowl, and said: "If that's the case, I won't hide it from everyone , In fact, I am a carp spirit who has practiced for many years."

Yep, a house full of ghosts and ghosts.

"I really don't want to drink it. This is delicious. I'll dip it in and you can try it." Lu Zhongyao took a pair of disposable chopsticks again, dipped some red bayberry wine in it, and handed it to He Jingyu.

He Jingyu took the chopsticks and put them in his mouth. It was sweet at first, but then the slightly spicy feeling spread in his mouth, with the fragrance of bayberry.He smacked his bar and gave a "not bad" evaluation.

"My dad used to do this when I was a child. He used chopsticks to dip wine in his arms and feed me when I was eating. Mom, do you remember?"

"Do you want to say that you want to be my father? I remember."

When he went back that day, He Jingyu called his mother and told her that he had a special lunch today, and that there was a passer-by named Lu Zhongyao in his life.

……

For some reason, I thought of Lu Zhongyao again.

He Jingyu lay on the big bed at home, tossing and turning, all kinds of past events flashed in his mind, absurd farce, unhappy childhood, all made it difficult for him to sleep.

The author has something to say: [1] From the Internet, the original sentence: In fact, the difference is not so terrible. After 65 hours, when we are oxidized into wind, we can become two adjacent foams on the same glass of beer, or two snuggling dust under the same street lamp.The atoms in the universe will not be annihilated, and we will eventually be together.