Master Lu, Come On

A year suddenly passes, and many things seem to fade or even disappear with time.

It's winter again. The cold wind is blowing slowly, mixed with sunlight. The chill is reduced, and there is a warm feeling.

The hills around the cemetery are stacked, and the top of the mountain is filled with mist, which is somewhat illusory.

Tang Luo stood on one side with his child in his arms, looking at the picture of Tang and song on the tombstone, and slowly said, "Dad, this is my son, your grandson. I've brought him to see you!"

As if sensing her mother's emotion, little Lu Chen was held by her, her two round dark eyes were rolling, looking at everything around curiously, neither noisy nor noisy.

In the photo, Tang and song are smiling. After the storm, the photo fades slightly. The fierceness and dignity between his eyebrows and eyes disperse. His cousin is calm and gentle.

"Dad, this child is a little similar to you. I will teach him well so that he can grow up and be an upright and brave man like you."

"Dad, you'll see that, right?"

Xue Wanqing squatted and arranged the things in front of the tombstone. By the way, she put the flowers on one side, lit a candle and burned some paper money.

She lowered her head and listened to Tang Luo's words. Her eyes were sour.

Tang and Song dynasties have been gone for more than a year, but what happened seems to be yesterday, and everything can be remembered.

She arranged her things, stared at the photos of Tang and song, smiled and said, "Old Tang, the children are doing well now, and Jiajia is engaged. If there is no accident, she should get married next year! She didn't come here today. What's the matter? She's getting married soon, and she's not in a good shape! "

"You can rest assured if you watch it in the sky!"

"When she is free one day, let her bring someone to meet you. You will be satisfied!"

As soon as I stepped into the cemetery, the atmosphere suddenly became sad.

Those good and bad, sad, happy, sad and painful, are running in their minds, wandering in front of them, scene by scene, regardless of disputes.

"Well," Xue Wanqing got up, turned his back and wiped the corners of his eyes, "it's going to be dark for a while, let's go back!"

She took the child and said, "there are many steps in the cemetery. Be careful!"

"Well."

Tang Luo walked behind her, looking at Xue Wanqing's back, and his memory seemed to have some differences.

Years in her body, or gradually revealed traces.

The two left slowly, opposite the cemetery. The white fog on the top of the mountain was more dense, and the empty cemetery was more solemn.

*

In the evening, Lu Zhan went to dinner, and when he came back, the child was already asleep.

Tang stayed in the living room, with a computer on one side, a notebook in his hand, staring at the screen, looking attentive. Little Lu Chen's cradle was nearby, and Zhang Ling's door was open, but she didn't sleep.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, she turned her head. Lu Zhan came in with his clothes on his shoulder. The door opened, and the wind outside the house came in with the chill of his body. Tang fell down and stood in front of the child,

"Didn't you say it would be late?"

It's only ten o'clock now. He used to go out to socialize, but it's twelve o'clock anyway.

Lu Zhan changed his shoes and said, "come back to see the children."

....

This reason is also enough!

Father and son are obviously not right. Is it appropriate to move the child out as an excuse?

Tang Luo turned back and went on with his business.

"What to do?"

Lu Zhan came over, hugged her, put his head on her shoulder, drank some wine, and his eyes turned a little red.

"Sort out the manuscripts before, and you can use them in the back. I haven't been out for a long time, so I rely on them!"

Lu Zhan swept his eyes and suddenly said,

"Let's go out this new year."

Tang Luo stopped and looked at him, "why do you want to go out all of a sudden?"

"Don't you have no material? I'll take you out to collect wind."

This reason

She frowned. "And the child?"

Lu Zhan's eyes sank. "There are many people in the family. When the time comes, send the children to Lu's home, or to their mother's, and let them take care of them for a few days."

Sure enough, I didn't want to take care of my children at all!

It's not easy for Lu Zhan to leave this little trouble and go out to the world with Tang Luo. He almost doesn't hesitate, but at least he is his own son. It seems that it's not good to say too fast.

When Tang Luo was about to speak, he added, "the child is too young to take out. It's not convenient. Luo Luo..."

"We haven't been out together for a long time."

Tang Luo is dumb. Since she was pregnant, she really ignored Lu Zhan. She smiles and looks at him directly, "where are we going?"

In her early years, she went all over the place, and then she went all over again. She couldn't figure out where to go.

Lu Zhan thought, "as soon as Christmas is over, we'll leave. As for the place, you'll know when you arrive."

Old husband and wife, some tacit understanding or some, Tang Luo did not ask, peace of mind waiting for him to arrange.

*

On the other side, yishuiju.

Tang Jiajia came back from a day's work. As soon as she came in, she saw the cooked soup on the dining table. She was still steaming. Her tiredness dissipated in an instant.

Xue Wanqing is washing dishes in the kitchen. She goes over and hugs her, "Mom, you are so nice!"

"Stop it and let go!" Xue Wanqing is full of bubbles. "So grown up, it doesn't grow!"

It's just disgusting in the mouth, but happy in the heart.

"No matter how old I am, I am also your son and daughter. It's not good to grow up!"

Tang Jiajia let go, went to the restaurant, saw the chicken soup on the eye table, was originally very like to drink, I do not know why suddenly no appetite.

Thinking that Xue Wanqing spent her time and heart to boil the soup, she sat down and picked up the spoon, but she didn't want to. As soon as it was delivered to her mouth, her stomach suddenly turned upside down.

She quickly put down the spoon and covered her mouth to press down the nausea.

Hearing the news, Xue Wanqing wiped her hands and came out, "what's the matter?"

"I don't know," Tang Jiajia pushed the bowl a little further. "It's estimated that the quilt didn't cover well last night. I caught a cold. It's a bit nauseous to smell the chicken soup!"

She drank water, the strength to the pressure down, "OK, it's OK!"

"Go to bed at night and be honest. It's said that you will cool down in a few days. Don't catch a cold!"

Xue Wanqing took away the chicken soup, and finally came out and said, "if you feel uncomfortable, go and drink some medicine. Pay attention these days!"

"I see."

It's just a small matter, and no one cares. After that momentum passed, Tang Jiajia didn't drink any medicine. After washing, she went to bed. Before going to bed, she called Ning Qifeng and said some sweet words. When she closed her eyes, she was happy.

But don't want to, after sleeping, the dream is not practical.

In my dream, there has been a little girl running after her. She is running around. The child is like a shadow. She doesn't sleep well all night. When she gets up in the morning, she still has the scene of being chased last night. She can't help feeling tired.

What a mess of dreams!

It's scary!