Chapter 4 Going Home
The street is still the same street, and the old neighborhood is still the same, except that the plane trees are smaller and the infrastructure is not that complete.
Wutong Community.
Walking through the familiar path and arriving at the door of his home, Xu Qingzhou suddenly felt the uneasy feeling of being close to home.
Parents who are 18 years younger~
Once, he earned some money and originally wanted to buy a new house for his parents, but the old couple were used to living in Wutong Community and did not go, saying that it was left to Xu Qingzhou as their new house.
And he is based in Kyoto, so he can't see him a few times a year. For two years, he didn't even go home for the New Year because he was working on data.
"What are you doing with your back straight? You're a door god!" While Xu Qingzhou was in a complicated mood, a woman shouted at the top of her lungs.
A familiar feeling.
Looking at the middle-aged woman inside the window, Xu Qingzhou waved her hand, "Here we come."
The layout of the room has almost not changed. On the right side of the door is the kitchen and dining table, and walking forward is the living room, sofa and coffee table.
On the sofa, a middle-aged man in his forties, tall and thin, wearing glasses, was watching a football match with his legs crossed. Compared with ten years later, he had less gray hair on his temples.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back."
"Yes." Xu Shouyun nodded and said without looking back, "Your mother is in the kitchen."
"I know how to keep an eye on the broken ball every day." Mom wiped her hands with her apron and walked out of the kitchen.
Xu Shouyun chuckled and tactfully did not reply.
After her mother finished scolding, she looked at Xu Qingzhou with a smile and said: "The porridge will be there for a while, you can clean it up and go take a shower."
"Okay." Xu Qingzhou felt warm in his heart. During the second semester of his senior year in high school, he gained more than ten kilograms.
He entered the bedroom carrying his schoolbag.
Stepping into the cabin of more than ten square meters, you can smell a strong scent of ink. There is a white mobile phone on the wooden desk, which is cool.
On one side, there are piles of textbooks from three years of high school.
On the bedside table next to the window sill is a pile of comics, "The Collection of Ah Shai", "Dragon Balls", "Oolong Yuan". Oh, and there is also the Changhong Sword of the Rainbow Cat Young Hero.
"Xu Qingzhou, what are you waiting for? Go take a shower!" Wang Xiaping stood at the door and shouted.
"Right away." Xu Qingzhou replied and walked into the bathroom holding the folded clothes on the bed.
In the mirror, the boy is seventeen or eighteen years old. He still has abdominal muscles when he takes a breath, and his face is still a little immature. He is at the age where he eats at 12 o'clock and gets hungry at 12:30. Everything is full of hope.
One of the biggest characteristics of people in the field of physics is that they work very hard. Even if you don't have the one percent talent, you can achieve the greatest success by relying on the remaining 99 percent of hard work.
It's a pity that in the world of physics, all you need is the one percent.
Although the theories from the period of classical physics starting with Newton to the end of the 19th century were relatively easy to accept and understand, this era studied various physical phenomena, which can be understood as long as it takes time.
But in the modern physics era, physical thinking has made a leap, requiring IQ and talent.
If you don't have that one percent talent, even if you put in 99% of your efforts, it will most likely be in vain.
Fortunately, Xu Qingzhou is the one with the one percent talent. Even so, after joining the work, he still wanted to split up the 24 hours to use the library, laboratory, dormitory, three o'clock and one line.
During his last physical examination, the doctor said that his body was like a machine that was wearing out too much.
Xu Qingzhou finished taking a shower, rubbed his underwear, and came out of the bathroom refreshed.
The meat porridge has been placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa to cool down, and the replay of the game between Dynamo Kyiv and Valencia is playing on the TV.
There was a sparse sound of washing pots in the kitchen.
The corners of Xu Qingzhou's eyes suddenly felt a little sore. He hadn't seen such a scene in many years.
Wang Xiaping finished washing the pot, picked up her apron, and urged: "Why are you dazed? The porridge is already cold."
Xu Qingzhou nodded with a smile and sat down next to Xu Shouyun. On the TV, the Valencia forward was taking a penalty kick.
"nice shot!"
Xu Qingzhou drank porridge and commented.
"Valencia had a chance to score just now, but the striker couldn't do it." Xu Shouyun lamented.
"Dynamo's defense is very strong."
"You two, father and son, are living a free life every day." Wang Xiaping complained helplessly and sat down next to Xu Shouyun, getting used to this scene.
"It's a pity that the national football team is just shy of entering the World Cup." Xu Shouyun took a sip of tea, spit out the tea leaves, nodded again, and said: "Next time, if you work harder, you should be able to do it."
In the 2014 World Cup Asian Qualifiers, China entered the top 20, ranked third in the group, and did not enter the World Cup in Brazil.
"Maybe." Xu Qingzhou agreed.
Wang Xiaping gave her husband a hand and asked him about his son's condition. Xu Shouyun understood the meaning, nodded slightly, turned down the volume of the TV, looked at Xu Qingzhou, and asked, "You haven't encountered any problems at school recently, have you?"
"No." Xu Qingzhou put down the bowl.
"Really?" Wang Xiaping confirmed. She felt something was wrong with her son today.
"No."
Seeing that Xu Qingzhou was so sure, Wang Xiaping felt relieved, stood up and put away the bowl, and said: "It's just the college entrance examination, don't put too much pressure on yourself."
"The college entrance examination is like a marathon. You are now a long-distance runner on your academic road. The end point of this marathon is not your grades, but your becoming a better version of yourself." Xu Shouyun also said with a smile.
Xu Qingzhou nodded in agreement. The words that used to be annoying when he was in middle school now sound particularly pleasant to his ears.
"Okay, go and review. Don't be too late. The body is the capital of revolution." Xu Shouyun held the tea cup.
Wang Xiaping turned around and warned uneasily: "Don't play with your phone."
"I know." Xu Qingzhou nodded and stood up, "It's already ten o'clock, you should go to bed early."
"You brat, you have learned to care about us. If you take good care of yourself, you are the best care for us." Wang Xiaping wiped her hands and came out of the kitchen.
Xu Qingzhou shrugged, returned to his room, sat down at the desk, and turned on his phone.
Oh, it’s still 4g network.
Old interface, old software.
After playing with it for two minutes, Xu Qingzhou clicked on the familiar QQ icon and entered the space.
I posted two posts in a row yesterday.
April 7, 2014
【Some things can only be done by one person. Some levels can only be overcome by one person. There are some roads that can only be walked alone]
April 6, 2014
[That’s it, I’m tired]
Xu Qingzhou felt numb.
【There is a maple forest (maple leaf) in my heart, and the ground in the forest is covered with soft maple leaves.】
[Green mountains, green water, Xiaoxi, green bamboos, my pursuit]
Xu·subway old man·qing·emoji package·zhou.
It was all eye-catching non-mainstream youth trauma literature. Xu Qingzhou felt his scalp numb and goosebumps all over his body after reading it, and he quickly closed the space.
Bang~
The door was pushed open, and Wang Xiaping stood at the door with a dark face, threatening, "I'll take it away from you if you play with your phone again."
"Review now."
Xu Qingzhou put down his mobile phone, took out his Chinese language book, and opened the textbook.
Seeing Xu Qingzhou starting to read, Wang Xiaping nodded with satisfaction and gently closed the door.
Xu Qingzhou took a deep breath and focused on memorizing and reciting silently.
"Qinyuanchun·Changsha"
In the cold autumn of Independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north to the head of Orange Island.
See the mountains all red and the forests all dyed
After reading it once, he closed the book and memorized it silently, finishing it in one go.
These are all engraved in the underlying memory, and when a certain switch is touched, they suddenly come up.
Just like a person who has lost his memory, when he comes into contact with something he was once familiar with, the relevant memories gradually come back to him.
Time passed minute by minute until Xu Shouyun knocked on the door to remind him to sleep.
He just realized it was 11 o'clock.
Xu Qingzhou responded, simply tidied up and went to bed.
The sound of the TV outside the house disappeared, apparently forced to be turned off by my mother, and then there was a low-pitched voice.
That night, he slept peacefully.
(End of chapter)