Abyss Express

After four years, Jiang Xueming returned to this place.

There are so many emotions in his heart that it is difficult to describe in words.

It was a bitter taste of sadness and sadness, and it also carried some nostalgia.

There is not much change in my hometown, and time seems to leave no more traces on these roads and houses.

The yellow mud road in the countryside, the small canal by the roadside, the big lotus leaf in the canal, and the wild cranberries farther away from the big lotus leaf.

None of this has changed, except that Jiang Xueming is no longer a child.

He took Seventh Brother to find a small hotel in the county, and the two handed in their ID cards and opened a room.

When checking in, Seventh Brother was so fucking nervous because there was only one room with two beds.

Jiang Xueming seemed to have figured out the little Jiujiu in Brother Qi's heart. When he arrived in the double room of the hotel, he said openly and bluntly: "I live apart from you, I don't feel at ease."

Then he threw the clothes he found outside Pingyang University City on the bed, went out and closed the door behind him, "Change your clothes, and be quicker with your hands and feet."

Xiaoqi sat on the edge of the bed and pursed her lips. She didn't come back to herself until Jiang Xueming went out, looking lost. Holding the hem of the red dress with both hands, it seemed like he had thought about it for a long time. He was pinching his hair with one hand and biting his nails in his mouth.

When dealing with this kind of thing, she didn't seem to be so brave anymore, she didn't have the courage to really pierce the window paper. When she was in the same room with Jiang Xueming, she didn't even dare to speak.

Jiang Xueming knocked on the door.

"Brother Qi, are you okay? I saw you changing clothes very quickly before."

"Oh oh oh! Immediately!"

Xiaoqi changed into casual clothes neatly, took off the mermaid skirt, removed her makeup, was fascinated by her beautiful legs for a while, and happily put on jeans and a T-shirt.

She smoothed her hair back into a neat ponytail and slipped it through the cap's bayonet.

She took care of her clothes, but felt that it was not enough, turned around in front of the mirror, and added a few touches to her eyebrows before she was satisfied, and finally managed her expression to her heart's content.

As soon as Xiao Qi opened the door, she saw that Jiang Xueming had already changed her clothes.

Xue Ming took another look at Seventh Brother, just nodded, without saying a word, and threw the old clothes in his hand into the laundry basket.

"You just now..." Seventh Brother fiddled with his fingers, a little confused: "Did you change clothes in the aisle?"

Jiang Xueming took off the key card, took the brocade box and backpack, and closed the door.

He casually replied: "Otherwise? Will I be honest with you?"

"Hmph, hum." Seventh Brother secretly laughed, and then changed his words: "No, you are not afraid of being seen by others?"

Jiang Xueming didn't care about other people's gazes, and skipped the question: "Let's go."

Xiao Qi followed behind Mr. Xueming, asking without a word, "Are you in such a hurry?"

"We can make it in time. Let's go home and have a meal. We'll come back when we're done." Jiang Xueming walked quickly, and ordered two cigarettes and a bottle of wine at the front desk, ready to take them home.

At this moment, Seventh Brother suddenly became cowardly: "To be honest, I'm a little nervous. This is the first time I'm going to a boy's house. I don't think it will be too fast?"

"You don't have to take it too seriously. If you don't want to act, I can handle it by myself." Xue Ming walked out of the hotel and set foot on the concrete road leading from the county town to the countryside, "I just want to trouble you to watch more outside the room." Just take a few glances and do your job well."

Xiao Qi hurriedly chased after her: "Oh no no no! Director, I didn't mean that, just pretend I didn't say it, I'll act and I'll act!"

Jiang Xueming said suddenly, "Thank you, Nine Five Two Seven."

Xiao Qi was stunned for a moment when he heard this solemn and direct thank you.

She and Xueming walked side by side, the sound of crickets coming from the fields on both sides was very lively, the moonlight shone on their shoulders, and the sound of frogs in the field set off the clear and transparent stars in the sky. The smoke from the farmhouse in the distance rises, and the domestic dog in front of the door is barking in a low voice.

A little bit of human fireworks and a little bit of peace and quiet.

All this made her feel very romantic.

"Mr. Xueming." Xiao Qi lowered his head, not daring to look at the faces of the people around him: "Have you ever thought that the two of us can walk like this forever. I mean, we walk together every afternoon or night, I don't talk, and you don't talk, just walk side by side for a while."

Xue Ming didn't understand Xiao Qi's implication: "Do you have to leave every day?"

Xiao Qi changed her words in a panic: "It doesn't need to be every day, just choose a time you like."

Jiang Xueming replied casually, "No problem."

Xiaoqi jumped up happily: "That's fine! It's done!"

Xiao Qi's excited energy, even though Jiang Xueming looked like a piece of wood, understood the meaning of it.

For Jiang Xueming, there were so many mysteries surrounding this woman, 9527, and he didn't dare to relax his vigilance at all.

In his impression——

——Xiaoqi has only one code name, his age is unknown, his life experience is unknown, and even whether he is a human being is still a question mark.

According to the logbook, bellboys are very important to passengers. However, it is not clearly stated that the passenger must maintain a friendship relationship with the waiter, or even the necessity of a super-friendship relationship.

Every time he thinks of Seventh Brother's weird and weird smile, Jiang Xueming can't sleep or eat. That kind of smile is his knowledge blind spot.

For things that he doesn't understand, Jiang Xueming usually keeps a respectful distance. But as for the request of "walking together", he will agree.

The two walked through the long and narrow concrete road, stepped onto the gravel path beside the small fish pond, and trekked all the way to Xueming's old house.

Dried radishes are drying on the wooden shelf on the mud floor at the door, and next to the two-story self-built building is a pigsty that has been abandoned for more than ten years.

Since the firewood room was connected to natural gas, it has also become a shelter for watchdogs. The pup had grown up now, covered in black fur, and rushed out when it saw the stranger, barking wildly.

Jiang Xueming just raised his hand and bent his back.

The big black dog seemed to see the nemesis, its tail immediately wagged, like an electric fan, its ears were also behind its head, and its eyes became watery.

It whimpered and jumped all the way, with its paws resting on Xue Ming's thigh, sticking its head out and sticking out its tongue, breathing fiercely.

"I'm back, I'm back." Xue Ming scratched the big black dog's head and neck.

Xiao Qi felt his hands itch when he saw it, but he didn't dare to touch it, so he asked curiously: "What's its name? Does it have a name? If I call it by name, does it recognize me?"

"No name." Jiang Xueming replied: "My parents are all from the country, and they don't know a few words. They said they named me and Bai Lu, and spent a lot of money to hire a fortune teller to approve the words, so we called it' Dog', without a name."

"Dog!" Xiaoqi stretched his body and shouted with all his strength: "Dog! Dog!"

She yelled, and the big black dog barked.

She happily squatted down and followed Xue Ming's hand to scratch the black dog's neck. The big black dog also climbed down and nodded fiercely at her.

Xiaoqi's voice is very bright, like a melodious violin, spreading far and far in the countryside and mountains.

The movement outside the door quickly invited the owner of the old house out.

Old man Jiang walked to the door with a walking stick, his beard was gray and his eyes were not looking good. There are not many hairs on the head, but also a chic hairstyle.

When the old man sees Jiang Xueming clearly in the mud, and sees his son who has run away from home for more than four years.

Jiang Xueming just said hello.

"Dad, I'm back."

Xiao Qi whispered: "It seems that the old man's legs and feet are not very good."

The old man Jiang's eyes became more and more strange, and his face changed from pale and innocent to burning with anger.

Lifting his walking stick, he rushed to Jiang Xueming at a brisk pace, shouting and cursing: "Little beast! How dare you! I'll beat you to death today!"

With sharp eyesight, Xue Ming quickly grabbed the dragon-head staff and held it firmly in his hand.

Xiao Qi was terrified watching from the sidelines, and was amazed: "Our dad's legs and feet are quite sharp. He has a strong body. Why is he using crutches?"

Jiang Xueming restrained his father's vigor of beating and scolding severely, and took the time to answer with Xiao Qi.

"He is artificial, he likes to put on a show, and he feels like a nobleman when he is on crutches."

"What are you talking about! You little beast!?" Old man Jiang's eyes were wide open, very frightening, the arteries in his neck and the blood vessels in his temples agitated together. He yanked the crutch violently, but couldn't get it out no matter what.

The oppressive atmosphere made Xiao Qi feel suffocated.

It's like two wild beasts wrestling in the territory, and neither one will obey the other.

It's been a long, long, long time.

Old Jiang's head looked like a defeated rooster, and he began to beg for mercy again, "Let go of me! Let go of your walking stick! I'm your father!"

Responding to the strength, Jiang Xueming slowly let go of his hand.

But as soon as he let go, old man Jiang suddenly picked up the stick and drew it over.

So the situation scored twice and returned to the first round.

It was still the familiar shouting and cursing.

"I'll kill you, little beast!"

Jiang Xueming didn't have anything to say.

He just grabbed the mahogany stick, picked up the cigarette and drink in one hand, and said in a good voice: "Dad, I'm back. I brought you something, and I brought my wife back."

"Let me hit you a few times!" Old man Jiang insisted, "Don't make me lose face in front of outsiders! Let me hit you a few times!"

Xue Ming rubbed his forehead: "She is not an outsider."

Xiao Qixi smiled: "I am his wife."

Old man Jiang looked at Xiaoqi, with suspicion in his eyes, his expression became ghostly, his eyes were sunken, and the rotten teeth of drinking and smoking could be smelled from his mouthpiece.

"Don't lie to me, I won't beat you anymore. Let go of my precious dragon head stick!"

Jiang Xueming let go again.

Xiaoqi is also going to make a self-introduction seriously.

As a result, he didn't send a single word when he spoke.

Hear a loud shout.

"I'll beat you to death, you little beast!" Old man Jiang raised his stick and hit it again.

The father and son successfully completed a hat-trick.

One person hacking and the other parrying, the posture is exactly the same as when we first met.

Xiaoqi touched Xueming's side and muttered softly.

"Why is your father so stubborn? Does he have Alzheimer's disease? Dementia?"

Xueming put the cigarettes and alcohol in his hand on the ground, asked Xiao Qi to take out the cash in his backpack, and explained in a low voice.

"Understand, he is a post-40s generation, and he doesn't watch Saint Seiya."

While taking out the money, Xiao Qi asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"The same trick can only be used once for a Saint fighter." Xue Ming whispered to Brother Seven in a low voice. He put the money bag in front of Old Man Jiang and shook it a few times.

"Oh! Son!" Old man Jiang changed his face and turned the pages of a book, and a few tears fell from his deep eye sockets. Immediately let go of the crutches, his legs softened, like a crippled disabled person, who was about to hug Xue Ming.

"My son, my son is back! My son is back!"

Xue Ming just handed the money bag out, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the old mother who was watching a play on the balcony on the second floor.

The old mother was lying on the balcony eating melon seeds, with resentment in her eyes.

The moment he made eye contact with Xueming, he became kind and did not move to greet him.

Shouted a few words from a distance, meaning meaning.

"Just come back. Just come back!"

Hearing the hoarse scolding sound from the old mother's throat.

"Old man! Why are you hitting our baby! You call him a little beast, so aren't you and I both old beasts?!"

Xiaoqi and Xueming whispered: "Director, I understand you. Your family is really chaotic. Where did you find the national treasure-level old drama? I'm sorry for this drama, I have to pay more."

Jiang Xueming leaned in front of Xiaoqi and whispered softly, "What kind of addition?"

Xiaoqi compared the scissorhands: "Twice a week, eat with me."

Jiang Xueming pouted one finger back: "Once a week, I will have dinner with you."

Xiao Qi stretched out his hand: "Deal."

Xue Ming shook hands: "Deal."

After discussing in private, Xue Ming raised his head with a fake smile on his face, and responded loudly: "Hey! Mom!"

The same is true for Xiaoqi, with a bright smile: "Hey! Mom!"

The old mother on the second floor is wrinkled and old, but her hair is still dyed purple. It seems that she is also a powerful and powerful character in the elderly dance team in the county.

She looked down at the two of them, her eyes were like X-rays, and she scanned every inch of Xiao Qi's body. It was as if he wanted to see the girl's flesh and bones clearly.

"Who is this woman? Baby Xueming? She said just now that she is your wife? Have you told us about this matter? Have we agreed?"

The old mother's series of harsh questions made Seventh Brother's scalp tingle.

"Where did you get Bai Lu? She still has an unfinished marriage? You've made us lose face in Pingyang County and can't hold our heads up. Do you know that?"

Jiang Xueming replied immediately, with a calm tone and explosive content.

"Mom, is it because you are getting old that your ears don't work well? She is my daughter-in-law. Do you want me to say it a few times? I will go back to the county to buy a speaker, and I will give it to you every day like a recording of shoe repair, scissors, and breakfast. How about carousel? How about I go to the hospital to give you an old registration now? Go to the best hospital in Hengyin City! My brother Ye knows the doctor, and he will definitely be cured."

"I didn't ask for your consent? Did I say that I need your consent to get married? Is it necessary to tell you?"

"I took my sister out. She didn't want to marry when she was fourteen, and she doesn't want to now. Have you asked her if she agrees? Have you asked me if I agree?"

"I don't know how embarrassing you are in Pingyang County, I don't know, I don't understand, I'm very sorry, or tomorrow I'll put up a billboard with the words that the historical sinner Jiang Xueming made the Jiang family lose face. The brand was paraded across the city, and then the matter was divided into five volumes and sixty-four chapters and sent to the storyteller under the overpass, and sent to the tea house for the tea teacher to review it for the neighbors?

"I love you, my dear parents."

This string of firecracker-like responses made the old mother on the second floor change her face.

The old father on the first floor is going to lift the stick to end the game with a big four.

"I'll kill you little beast."

Before he finished speaking, Xue Ming snatched the money bag with his hands, and was about to walk out on the main road.

The old mother said with a smile, "Stop talking, let's have a meal without talking, I want to see you, mom misses you so much."

The old father took back his walking stick, his face full of displeasure.

Xue Ming didn't have any expression from the beginning to the end, except for the fake smile he squeezed out, he was as cold as a piece of ice.

Xiaoqi felt very uncomfortable watching it, it was hard for her to imagine how Mr. Xueming spent his childhood.

They stepped over a one-foot-high threshold and finally entered the house.

Seventh brother grabbed Xue Ming's hand as soon as he entered the door. She felt her heart beating wildly, more exciting than at the underground station.

She whispered, her face flushed: "So you have always been so fierce?"

Xue Ming didn't shy away from anything, grabbed Xiao Qi's hand and walked towards the main room.

He replied in a low voice, his face as usual: "So you didn't understand me all this time?"

Xiaoqi muttered: "I used to think you were good-looking. That's why I liked it."

Xue Ming frowned, always on guard against his parents' actions, lest the dragon-headed stick would strike again, and asked casually, "Do you feel bad now?"

Xiao Qi's voice was as thin as a mosquito, almost inaudible.

"It's not good, it's not good, I like it more now."

The whole family sat down neatly in the main room.

Soup was still cooking in the kitchen, and no one spoke first except for the whistling of natural gas and the rustling of the pressure cooker.

Only the big black dog, who didn't know what happened - squatted at the door, wagging its tail happily.