The distance between you and me is 0.01 meters

On the other side of the camera, Fang Guangji is trying to save the country. He first bought a plane ticket at a high price, and then he has to make two transfers. After arriving in the provincial capital city of his hometown, he plans to charter a car back to S City.

Logically, Ren Fei would follow, but Fang Guangji generously gave him a vacation years ago, and now Fang Guangji is sitting in the first-class cabin of the plane. In the small first-class cabin, besides him, there is Tuoer A happy family with a daughter, the more happy he is sitting next to him, the more Fang Guangji looks lonely and lonely.

Fang Guangji was bored, so he picked up a newspaper and read casually. The headline of the entertainment section of the news read "Joyful and heart-warming day, star-studded winter".

What a mess.

Fang Guangji curled his lips in boredom, feeling very disgusted with this kind of news that cannot be clearly stated in the headline.

He wanted to skip the entertainment section directly, but Zhang Peiji's photo took up most of the page, and there was Zhang Ning's character subtotal next to it. It turned out that this was to promote the stage play they were about to stage during the Spring Festival. .

Fang Guangji frowned slightly.

It was an open secret in the industry that Zhang Peiji was at odds with him, and Zhang Ning liked to run after Fang Guangji, which was another open secret.Right now, the two major troubles for Fang Guangji came together, and Fang Guangji felt that something might happen, so he simply decided to rest for a while before talking.

Some well-informed sources already knew about the news that Fang Guangji was going to suspend his business, but they only knew that Fang Guangji needed to take a long vacation for himself because he had worked so hard in recent years and felt very tired.

No one knew Fang Guangji's true intentions.Ren Fei didn't know either.

Fang Guangji is "preventing lightning" in advance. He predicts that sooner or later, a thunderstorm will explode this year or next year.

fair enough.

Fang Guangji thought to himself.

It's too smooth sailing, it's scary, and he's almost thirty.If there should be a hurdle or a pit in life, then there is no way to avoid it.

He and Huacai are two people. I don’t know how to say it. They are happy when they go home for the New Year. Of these two people, one is lying on the hard sleeper on the train thinking about why people are alive, and the other is thinking about jumping into the pit and overturning the ship when the thunder explodes.

All in all, it is in stark contrast to the beaming state of others.

Perhaps the Chinese New Year event itself is a sad event that triggers their sadness for them.The biggest significance of the Spring Festival is not family reunion, but to make them fall into autism.

In short.

Both Fang Guangji and Hua Cai returned to S City.

And according to the plan, Hua Cai will only stay until the first day of the Lunar New Year, and Fang Guangji will leave with Hua Cai.

According to the plan.

……

Hua Rong finally came out of the kitchen. She cooked an old duck soup, maybe it tasted good, because just now when she poked her head out to look at Hua Cai, a trace of the old duck soup scent also wafted into Hua Cai's nose.

Huarong, a woman, has been tortured miserably by men all her life.

When she was young, she was entrusted to someone else, not to mention marrying a murderer. After her husband was shot, she was missed by other men because of her beauty.Muddy, push and push, first of all, she is not a mentally strong person, and second, it is a good thing for a man to spend money for their mother and daughter. Hua Rong just like this, ruined her reputation and became a dependency. Cuscuta for men.

Huacai's psychological shadow on interpersonal relationships, especially intimate relationships, comes from his mother. He witnessed how his mother became a mistress and was dragged to the street as the neighbor's first wife to beat and scold her.And the man who broke both families just stayed away to play cards.

Huacai also asked Hua Rong if he couldn't live without a man. He didn't understand his mother, and felt that his mother was more difficult to understand than any professional book.

How could someone be willing to be someone else's third child, just because that man gave her hundreds of dollars a month for "living expenses"?

After the "little three incident", Huarong also seemed to see through men. She began to associate with different men more dissolutely and unscrupulously, and took money from men, even to the point where she needed money to go to the police station to get men.

The relationship between Huacai and Huarong was once dropped below freezing point during Huacai's study because of various fucking behaviors.

Gradually over the years, Huacai also figured it out, his mother is his mother, he can't control his fucking life, if one day he can't stand Hua Rong anymore, then he will run away and never come back .

This is the bottom line Huacai set for herself.

He is not unprincipled.

It's just that in the eyes of others, his bottom line is really terribly low.

It's like Hua Rong has no lower limit, but he can't touch the bottom line Hua Cai set.

However, this kind of Huarong has another advantage, that is, its cooking skills are excellent.

Hua Rong served the soup and said, "I'm going to buy some food tomorrow, Uncle Wang wants to come over for New Year's Eve..."

"No." Huacai drank the soup calmly without even lifting his eyelids, and said, "If he dares to come, I will break his legs. Let him try."

Huarong helplessly put down his chopsticks, picked up the bowl again, and after wandering around for a few times, he wanted to speak again.

"No." Huacai said.

Huarong: ...

"Do you want a son who can give you money, or a wild man who can only take money from you, choose one of the two." Huacai began to gnaw on the duck leg.

Huarong said, "That must be my son."

——But the expression was particularly contrary to her will, on the contrary, it seemed that this charming woman really had no heart at all.

Huacai couldn't figure out whether she was more exhausted after experiencing the "journey home" or getting along with Huarong after arriving home.

He didn't know whether the people he saw on the train with the same dull eyes as him felt bitter and tired after returning home like him.

"That Xiaofang..." Huarong saw that there was no hope of persuading Huacai, but fortunately changed the subject: "You really haven't contacted him anymore? Someone asked me to be a matchmaker last time, I think he is quite suitable..."

Huacai laughed, not a smile on the skin.Didn't point out the absurdity of the fucking lie.

In this closed town, would anyone find a woman like Hua Rong as a matchmaker?

But it was Hua Rong who wanted to inquire about Fang Guangji.

A man who doesn't stop at his age, who still thinks he can't belong to her.

From this point of view, Huarong is really hopeless.

"I lost contact 800 years ago. Maybe he is dead. There are so many migrant workers in the north. It is not unusual for him to die."

Not everyone in this small town knows the big star Fang Guangji, because there are quite a few people whose entertainment activities have nothing to do with movies, television and the internet.

Hua Rong has a TV at home, but it is just a decoration. Hua Rong's mind is on the man, not on this thin, small screen.

When did he find out that his mother was interested in Fang Guangji.

It was an embarrassing memory.

For Hua Cai, it was embarrassing enough to make his scalp tingle, and he recalled it unpleasantly.