Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

"Birthday?" Song Fengchen was slightly taken aback.

Doing the math, it seems that the birthday of the predecessor is indeed in these few days.

"Yeah." Xu Shujian responded with a smile, as if thinking of something, he reached out and took a box of almond honey cake from the table, took one out and handed it to Song Fengchen's mouth.

Song Fengchen opened his mouth to take it, bit half of it, and took the remaining half to Xu Shujian's mouth. When Xu Shujian also opened his mouth to take it, he took a bite on the corner of Xu Shujian's mouth and asked, "How did you know?"

Xu Shujian swallowed the cake in her mouth: "Isn't it written on the marriage certificate!"

"Yeah!" Song Fengchen hummed, the joy that permeated his body almost turned into substance, and the unhappiness that had been caused by seeing Zhu Anshi in his heart was also gone at this moment.

Although today is not his true birthday, who makes Xu Shujian think that it is, it must be.

It’s not a birthday anyway!

Thinking of this, he bowed his head and kissed Xu Shujian's mouth again.

Then Xu Shujian filled his mouth with a cigar, and his eyes were smiling: "Try it, this brand of cigar does not suit your taste."

"Okay." Song Fengchen's brows were gentle, and the corners of her lips were slightly curved.

After speaking, he picked up the lighter in the velvet box and turned to the balcony.

Song Fengchen's addiction to cigarettes is not serious, usually a pack of cigarettes can be smoked for a week, which also includes scattered acquaintances. For cigars, it has always maintained a frequency of four to five per month. He probably prefers the taste of tobacco leaves to the taste of tobacco.

He never smokes next to Xu Shujian. Although nicotine and tar may not necessarily harm him, they will affect Xu Shujian's body more or less.

Smoking is also his only preference so far.

This is probably the main reason Xu Shujian gave him these birthday gifts.

In the smoke-filled room, Song Fengchen raised his hand and dialed the honeysuckle on the balcony.

But it was not that when he was shopping for treasures at the Dongxian Waste Collection Station, the piece of broken charcoal that Wang Jianshe gave him was very heavy when he picked it up. Later, the piece of broken charcoal sprouted for unknown reasons and happened to be living in it. Xu Shujian from his family saw it and found a broken crock pot and planted it.

Soon after Xu Shujian moved back to the bullpen, the person taking care of it became Xu Junmin. Later, Xu and Zhao's family was rehabilitated. Out of nostalgia, Xu Junmin specially brought this pot of honeysuckle when he left Yuexi Village and returned to the capital.

This is not some time ago. Xu Junmin went on a business trip, and this pot of honeysuckle came into Xu Shujian's hands again.

In a blink of an eye, a year and a half passed.

This honeysuckle has grown from a bud of the thickness of chopsticks to a bush with a cross-sectional area of ​​more than one square meter, and the branches have also sprung out buds with the length of a little knuckle.

Looking at these, it is really full of memories!

Song Fengchen plucked the branches and leaves of the honeysuckle tree, his eyes fell on the bare piece of the saucer on the canopy, and he asked casually: "Shu Jian, have you picked this honeysuckle?"

He can remember that Xu Shujian said the day before yesterday that when these buds grow a little longer, they would pluck them to make honeysuckle tea.

"No," Xu Shujian was busy dealing with the hare in her hand: "I thought you picked it!"

Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows, neither he nor Xu Shujian, who did it?

There have been no guests at home in the past two days.

He thought, at this moment, a slight tremor suddenly came from the left side of the lower end of the honeysuckle tree in front of him.

"Right," Xu Shujian asked: "How do you want to eat this hare, braised or dry pot?"

"Got it." Song Fengchen responded, reaching out the branches and leaves of the honeysuckle tree.

"Where is the razor?" Xu Shujian asked again.

As a result, I waited for a long time and couldn't wait for Song Fengchen's answer.

"Huh?" He poked his head out of the kitchen.

Then he saw Song Fengchen standing in front of the honeysuckle potted plant straightening up. He turned around and placed the cigar on the ashtray. He pouted his mouth and looked very happy: "Shu Jian, show you something good. "

"What?" Xu Shujian didn't know why.

Song Fengchen walked over: "Hands."

Seeing Song Fengchen's seemingly serious appearance, Xu Shujian also raised a touch of curiosity. He took a towel on the shelf and wiped his hand, and then stretched it out.

Song Fengchen took his right hand out of his back and placed it on the palm of Xu Shujian's hand, slowly loosening his fingers.

A small monkey with a body length of about 20 centimeters appeared in the palm of Xu Shujian's hand. It curled up into a ball, revealing only a round and large left eye turning up and down, and two small ears hidden in the furry circle. On his head, he didn't even recognize birth at all.

"Is this a pen monkey?" Xu Shujian's eyes stared slightly, her tone full of disbelief.

Pen monkeys, also called ink monkeys and sleeve monkeys, are highly sought after by ancient literati and ink scholars. In the Qing Dynasty Daoguang engraved copy of "Wuyi Mountain Records", there is a saying that "the king and the sun are like monkeys but small, but big like a fist."

According to legend, the famous Song Dynasty philosopher Zhu Xi once raised a pen monkey. When Zhu Xi reads a book, he sits on the pen holder and "listens with respect"; when Zhu Xi wants to write an article, he jumps out of the pen holder and grinds the ink diligently; when the owner goes out, he will guard the study honestly and unswervingly. Let strangers in.

But these are just rumors after all, at least in the past few decades, I really haven't heard of the trace of the pen monkey.

No wonder Xu Shujian was so surprised.

"Where did it come from?" He stretched out his hand to tease the little monkey, and the light golden velvet ball straightened forward and hugged his fingers.

Seeing this scene, Song Fengchen's eyes smiled even more. He turned his head and pointed to the pot of honeysuckle: "Grab it from the flowerpot."

"Huh?" Xu Shujian was taken aback for a moment, and said with a little disappointment: "It won't be someone else's house, and then came to our house by accident?"

"It shouldn't be." Song Fengchen said: "I just looked at it carefully, and there is no human breath on it."

"Really?" Xu Shujian's eyes lit up.

"Yeah." Song Fengchen nodded.

Xu Shujian was in a better mood. He raised his finger and scratched the little monkey's chin: "Little guy, do you want to stay at my house?"

The little monkey opened his eyes with watery eyes, looked back at the honeysuckle potted plants on the balcony, and then at Song Fengchen, rubbing Xu Shujian's fingers decisively.

Xu Shujian was partly surprised and partly taken for granted: "Is it so humane!"

In this way, a little life was added to the family.

Just when Song Fengchen was called by Xu Shujian to make a small bed and rice bowl for the little monkey, someone came to the door with a letter from Changning Guan Xuancheng.