Tired Bird Knows Return

Chapter 42 Happy New Year

"came back?"

When Tang Ping heard the sound of the door opening, she turned her head from the balcony and was holding a warm clothes to dry.

Chen Yanqing changed his shoes, left the suitcase at the door, responded casually, and went to his own room. Just as his hand touched the doorknob, he glanced at something out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly turned and rushed to the balcony, "Mom, did you wash it for me?" !"

Tang Ping was also taken aback by this shout, "I see that you didn't take it to the winter camp. It's been useless for so long and it's already dusted, so I'll wash it for you."

Chen Yanqing grabbed the clothes rail in her hand, and took down the schoolbag hanging on it. The white canvas bag was washed very clean, so clean that there were still a few incomplete traces left in the painting that Fucheng drew for him.

"I didn't say to wash it, why do you wash it!"

"Hey you, Yanqing, where did you get your temper?" Tang Ping pointed at the schoolbag, a little at a loss and inexplicable, "I don't think you have much use for this bag after it was painted by the kid from Fucheng, so I just use it I washed it for you, besides, why did you blame me for not washing it for you, what happened today?"

Chen Yanqing's heart was blocked for a while, and he couldn't explain the reason, so he hugged his schoolbag in his arms, "It's okay, I'll sleep for a while, don't ask me to eat."

What Tang Ping said behind her, Chen Yanqing didn't hear clearly, went back to the room and closed the door, the schoolbag was wet and wrinkled by Tang Ping, it looked like a new one.

There is no cage for the random bird, Chen Yanqing sat at the desk, and couldn't help thinking, maybe the random bird is free, or maybe there has never been a random bird.

After resting at home for two days, Chen Yanqing did not wait for a call from Fucheng, and went to find Duan Xiaoming on a temporary basis. When he ran into Yang Xiangan when he was going out, Chen Yanqing paused with the hand closing the door behind him, "My mother is washing the range hood .”

"Oh, yes, I'm here to help her," Yang Xiangan asked after finishing speaking, "Where are you going?"

"I'll go and see Duan Xiaoming," Chen Yanqing staggered away from him, walked to the edge of the stairs, and took his foot back when he was about to step down, turned around and said to him, "Uncle Yang, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Yang Xiangan's eyes became hot, so Xuan didn't cry out, "Hey, it's okay, it should be."

"Well, I'll come back at night, or I may not."

"it is good."

Chen Yanqing went downstairs in big strides, Yang Xiangan stood outside the door for a while before going in.

"It's New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow, where are you celebrating this year?"

Duan Xiaoming's room was very warm, Chen Yanqing was lying on his bed, watching him squatting in front of the French window pruning potted branches, "My mother said that she will pick up grandma tomorrow, and this year she will be in the city for the New Year, and it just so happens that she will take grandma to the hospital next year. "

"Alright, actually, your mother can feel more at ease when grandma moves to the city."

"She doesn't." Chen Yanqing turned over and lay on her back, staring at the ceiling with her legs crossed, "her grandfather worked so hard all his life to build her yard, so I can't bear it."

Duan Xiaoming took a step to the side, grabbed a bare twig to look at it, and said in his mouth, "The old man is nostalgic, and so is my grandma. Later, my dad coaxed and tricked me into the city, and I didn't live there for two days. I sneaked back to the countryside again."

Chen Yanqing imagined the scene of Grandma Duan Xiaoming sneaking away, couldn't help but smiled, then raised her chin to try to see which pot Duan Xiaoming had trimmed, but to no avail, she simply turned over and lay on her stomach again, "You take them What are you all doing in the house?"

"They are also afraid of the cold, so the room should be warmer."

"Hey," Chen Yanqing was surprised for a while, "Those in the flower beds by the roadside are hard-fated, without such a good master as you."

Duan Xiaoming smiled, "Every flower has its own life." After speaking, she stood up on her legs and put down the scissors, "I'm going to wash my hands."

When Duan Xiaoming came back, he brought some melon seeds and fruits and put them on the bedside table near Chen Yanqing, and then sat cross-legged on the bed, "Tell me, is winter camp fun?"

"good."

"It's okay, but it's not fun anymore, and you don't look like you're having fun."

"Ah..." Chen Yanqing touched a small orange, peeled it and said, "I brought you the camera, it's in the bag, when are you going to develop the photos?"

"At any time, I'll send you home after the Chinese New Year."

"No, I'll get it myself. The road is icy, so don't fall."

Duan Xiaoming stared at the movements of his hands, and was silent for a while, "What's the matter, what happened?"

"Some people say that our school is a circle. There are many cancer cells in the circle. They gather and spread, and there are countless cells focusing on Fucheng. I'm just very surprised. Didn't Fucheng himself notice it?"

"Who told you that?"

"Zhuang Yan."

"Zhuang Yan?" Duan Xiaoming seemed to be no stranger to this name.

Chen Yanqing added, "It wasn't he who told me, it was he who told Fucheng, I heard it."

Duan Xiaoming didn't speak, Chen Yanqing gave him half of the peeled oranges, "What's wrong?"

"You don't have to pay too much attention to what he said," he took it over, and said, "there is no circle in the school. Yancheng is a small city on the fifth and sixth tiers. Most people are curious about new people and things. It's just that the school The people here don’t have much life experience, so it’s easy to take this novelty as liking.”

Chen Yanqing thought for a while before saying, "Did you say Fucheng?"

"Who are you asking, who am I talking about?"

"Hey," Chen Yanqing was rare to be calm, "No wonder he's trying to make Fucheng stay with him."

"That's right," Duan Xiaoming laughed, "He also played tricks on me."

"..." It wasn't surprise anymore, it was anger, Chen Yanqing patted the bed and sat up, "Then he is still with Lu Meichen, isn't this a disaster for the girl?"

"I'm quite envious of him." Duan Xiaoming said suddenly.

"Envy? You're not mistaken, Duan Xiaoming, that person's behavior is not right!"

"I know, I mean, I'm quite envious of him not caring about anything and doing whatever he wants. Think about it, can we do whatever we want, regardless of morality, morality, or rules?"

Chen Yanqing shook his head.

"That's right, some people are willing to live like that, and they live happily. If in this world, human beings don't have a standard of judgment from the beginning, can you still say that he is not righteous?"

"That's true..."

"Everyone wants something, but we can't do that."

Looking at him, Chen Yanqing felt that his face was a bit lonely, and she couldn't tell, but Chen Yanqing moved closer, "You also want to do something that you don't usually do, don't you?"

"Well, yes, I really want to."

Chen Yanqing's expression changed randomly, and finally he was frozen in a state of depression, and lay back down, "I can't think of anything else to do. I have been locked up in school for more than ten years, and my brain has degenerated!"

Duan Xiaoming also lay down, side by side with him, "So I can only think desperately, let's quench my thirst by looking at plum blossoms."

"Oh, by the way, has your pot of Clivia grown leaves?"

"It's grown a piece."

"It's really slow..."

On New Year's Eve, all houses were lit up, and the old lady brought a lot of food when she came. Tang Ping said that Yang Xiang'an had returned to his hometown, and apart from them in the school, there was only the guard who occasionally wandered around.

The two women were busy in the kitchen, Chen Yanqing hid in the room all day, there was the noise of CCTV programs outside, and Jay Chou's singing in the room, he sat at the desk and restored the painting on the schoolbag with a ballpoint pen.

It was the third time that Tang Ping brought in ginger ale, no matter how slow she was, she still realized how angry the child was that day.

"Yanqing, I'm sorry, Mom should have asked you first."

"It's okay, Mom, remember to call me quickly if you have a call!"

"understood."

After Tang Ping finished speaking, she went out. Half of the painting on the schoolbag was restored. The clumsy copying was very different from the original painting. Chen Yanqing felt that he couldn't even draw a cube well. scary.

The time passed unnoticed by Chen Yanqing's various revisions. Tang Ping came in again to ask him to eat, "Let's do it later, the Spring Festival Gala is about to start."

"coming."

A table of New Year's Eve dinner, the old lady finally came out of the kitchen with big bone soup boiled in a casserole, Chen Yanqing sat down at the table, "When do we have to eat this?"

"I don't see you being thrifty at ordinary times," said the old lady, "You feel sorry for the New Year's dinner today."

"Grandma, you are not here usually, I am hardworking and my mother knows."

"Yes, I know," Tang Ping teased, adding some food to the old lady, "Drink the milk like water, and throw away the rest. How thrifty you are."

After the old lady said this, she glared at him, Chen Yanqing opened her mouth dryly, not daring to argue, and only halfway through the meal did the old lady mention Tang Ping's remarriage.

"Mom, we'll talk about this later. Yanqing hasn't graduated yet, so I've already discussed it with him. Let's not mention anything else."

"What else is this?" the old lady said, "I think Yang Xiangan has already lived with you even if he doesn't get a certificate with you. There is nothing wrong with getting married, and Yanqing has one more person to take care of."

Tang Ping was really afraid that Chen Yanqing would drop the bowls and chopsticks. At that moment, she wanted to ask the old lady to say something else, but her anxious expression changed. Unexpectedly, Chen Yanqing didn't seem to care. She picked up the meat and fed it into her mouth. She took a sip of the juice, "My mother is almost forty and you are still urging the marriage."

"I'm not urging marriage. You know she's almost forty. In two years, Yang Xiang'an will meet a young and beautiful girl. Where can your mother reason with her?"

"It's been a few years, don't talk about mom, let's eat." Tang Ping continued.

"The two of you are on the same front, and I have become a fuss!"

When Tang Ping wanted to explain, the phone rang through the voice of the program, and Chen Yanqing's hands froze for an instant, and she sat motionless on the chair.

"Hello," Tang Ping went over to answer the phone, "Hey, hello, Happy Chinese New Year!"

"Yes, yes, I didn't come back this year, so I'm taking the old man over, right, right..."

After hanging up the phone and returning, Chen Yanqing continued eating. Tang Ping said it was a distant relative, and he couldn't get in a word when chatting with the old lady.

After dinner, Chen Yanqing went back to the room. He still decided to finish the painting before the clock tonight. He always thought that if Fucheng asked, it was washed off or faded. I painted a few times, the latter Should be safer.

"Yanqing!"

Tang Ping's voice calling him came again around ten o'clock, but Chen Yanqing ignored it until Tang Ping said, "Fucheng is calling, let you answer it!"

Chen Yanqing ran out non-stop, took the microphone and put it to his ear, "Hello..."

"What?"

"Watching TV." Chen Yanqing said.

"Come out? I'm at the school gate."

"Are you here?"

"Ah."

"Then, wait for me!"

Putting down the phone, Chen Yanqing rushed back to the room, wrapped himself in a down jacket and went out, Tang Ping didn't ask any questions, just said, "Be careful!"

"Got it mom!"

When Chen Yanqing arrived at the school gate, he saw Liang Yue's car, and it flashed double flashes from a distance. After Fu Cheng got out of the car, the car turned around and drove away.

"She sent you here?"

"Ah."

Fucheng walked very slowly, probably because his legs were still hurting, Chen Yanqing strode towards him and let him walk only a short distance, "Are you feeling better?"

"The wound is healing, the pain and itching are mixed together, and it's still a bit uncomfortable."

Chen Yanqing bent down, and couldn't see anything through the trousers, and then Fu Cheng grabbed his arm and helped him up, "Don't worry, I'm fine now."

"Oh……"

"Zhuang Yan asked me out that day," Fu Cheng said in a nonchalant manner, "I wanted to explain to him, but there was a small three-wheeled car passing by pulling a few steel bars, and I pulled him and scratched him. hurt."

Chen Yanqing listened to this extremely simple ins and outs, paused and said, "You are so kind."

That day when Zhuang Yan's hand was almost broken in the corridor, Fu Cheng didn't intend to lift it up, but just shrugged his shoulders, "I learned from you."

"..."

"I'm here to say Happy New Year to you, Chen Yanqing," he said, "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year," Chen Yanqing said with a warm heart, with an indescribable feeling, at the end, "Fucheng, I know I have a big temper, but I like you very much."

Fucheng didn't speak, moved his hand from his arm to his shoulder, rubbed it, and heard him say again, "When they saw you, they liked you for a few days, but I didn't, I could like you for many years."