Paper horse incense shop

"Do you have anything you want to chat about?"

After silence, I straightened my body and put my hand on my belly through the quilt:
"After all, there has to be a conversation to start, right?"

Gong Shuji pondered for a few seconds and then brought the topic back:
"I think if it's not a metaphysical question, I know more than you. If you have any common sense questions, you can ask them."

What a loud tone.!

I thought about it:

"Can we talk about some adult topics?"

Gong Shuji's silence this time was longer than all the previous silences combined.

I thought he wouldn't answer, and just as I was yawning silently, preparing to fall asleep, Gong Shuji's sigh penetrated into my ears through the quilt:

"Okay, okay."

"But I don't quite understand it. After all, I haven't had that kind of experience. You understand."

"So, I don't know a lot, but I have friends I can ask."

Why are you still hesitating?
Do you still have to ask your friends about this kind of thing?

I'm slightly confused:
"Have you never worked a day?"

Gong Shuji's voice paused, as if he had bitten something, and he groaned. There was a hint of disbelief in his voice:

"What was it you wanted to ask just now?"

"Is not it."

I am getting more and more confused:
"Work, I want to ask about work."

"You just talked for a long time, didn't you talk about work?"

Gong Shuji was silent for a few seconds and affirmed:
"Yes, I'm talking about work too."

"I almost forgot, how can there be any adult topic that is more adult, heavier, and can directly touch people's hearts than work?"

Gong Shuji is a little hurt and confused.

What nonsense are you talking about?

I stretched out my hand and touched the other person's forehead despite his obviously stiff response:

"Is the fever caused by improper wound treatment?"

"I think you're talking a little strange now."

Gong Shuji choked for a long time:

"No, no, I'm really sorry."

"Then what, you ask, I often do work-study studies, and a friend still works at the Social Recruitment Bureau, responsible for finding jobs for unemployed people of appropriate age."

"You can ask me anything about work."

I retracted my hand:
"I want to ask what kind of job is suitable for me if I plan not to leave home for the rest of my life."

"If I were really asked to get my second uncle's ashes back, I would most likely return to Wanyao."

"Forget it. The villagers in my hometown have now regarded me as a thorn in their flesh. If I go back, I may not be able to stay, let alone open a paper horse incense shop."

"In short, it doesn't matter if it's not a Wanyao. As long as I stay with my second uncle and occasionally visit my mother, that's fine."

"But I don't have the skills to make a living. My second uncle didn't leave anything for me before he left, and my paper-making skills can't be said to be enough to make a living."

"I can make a living, but I still need daily necessities and miscellaneous expenses. I also need incense and paper money to worship my second uncle. I need a way to make a living with stable money."

Gong Shuji had been listening quietly, until I stopped talking, then he said:

"What do you think of being a writer?"

This is a career direction I never thought about.

I'm a little unsure:

"Who?"

"me?"

Gong Shuji was still so patient: "You said that when you were studying, you once won prizes for writing essays, right?"

"Although I haven't met you often and haven't been dating you for a long time, I find that you occasionally use words and sentences that are very interesting, with a kind of simple sadness."

"You can keep writing."

"You only need a computer, a removable Internet port, and a little electricity, and you can write without any worries."

"One day, you will become a great writer, so great that your second uncle is proud of you, so great that everyone knows your pen name, so great that you can do anything you want to do."

"By then, you won't have to hide around anymore. You will have your own home."

Will you have your own home?
I chewed Gong Shuji’s words carefully in my mouth:
"You mean, will I have my own home?"

Gong Shuji’s voice was gentle and firm:

"There will be."

"There will definitely be."

"After you leave, I will try my best to stop my father. As long as I am alive for a day, there is absolutely no way he will go to find you."

"You can just find a place that makes you feel comfortable and do what you feel comfortable with."

No one has ever said anything like this to me.

I admit that I feel dazed and dazed for a moment, but I can always get out of it quickly:
".how about you?"

"What job do you want to do?"

Gong Shuji seemed to be overwhelmed by my question. He hesitated for a moment, and finally said dryly:
"I want to do ideological work for parents."

?

What?
What are Gong Shuji talking about?
Gong Shuji sighed slowly:

"That's what it means."

"You may not believe it, but I actually don't have any big ambitions. I just want to go home and grow old."

"Actually, it's not about chewing the old in the traditional sense. After all, you know that I am the kind of person who is willing to work."

"I want the kind where I can do everything at home, including serve my parents, wash and cook, take out the trash and brush shoes, and even do some woodwork at home to make extra money, but I just don't want to leave home." old'."

"In this way, I can always stay with my parents, and my family must be very harmonious."

"Everything will be great."

In the silent night, Gong Shuji sealed the "ideal job" that had been in his heart for a long time with a vague sigh.

After a long time, Gongshuji saw that I was silent and asked again:

"Do you think you'll think I'm not pursuing it?"

I shook my head under the quilt. After shaking, I realized that the other party was actually invisible, so I could only say:

"Will not."

"If being a full-time kid was a job, you would do it better than anyone else."

"You are emotionally stable, so you will definitely not quarrel with your parents."

"You are quick with your hands and feet, so you will definitely keep things at home in order."

"You are skilled in your craftsmanship, so some people will definitely come to your house to find you and beat some carpenters. The survival of you and your family is definitely not a problem."

"People don't have to go out to work to be valuable. Being able to be a full-time child and making parents feel the filial piety they should have is actually a kind of value."

"This kind of companionship is better than going out to work, not going home for a long time, and asking a nanny to clean up the house and take care of the elderly."

Gong Shuji seemed to chuckle in the darkness, and I looked straight at the ceiling in the darkness.

I have been staring at it for a long time, and the darkness seems to be expanding.

That's right, quietly expanding.

I came to my senses and murmured:
"It's a pity that the two of us together can't create a pair of living parents." (End of Chapter)