Father's dinner party

Qing Lu couldn't remember how many times she had politely refused her father. But like a child whose wish is not fulfilled, her father would ask, "Lu, are you free tomorrow?

My father's request was very simple, but it was just a meal. Father said that his old buddies admired Qing Lu's talent and had been lobbying in front of him to set a table to meet his talented daughter.

The father is over 70 years old, and the old buddies he mentioned are similar to him, some of them are even three or five years older than the father. Qingpu thought that it would be inappropriate for her father to use the word "admiration", but when she saw the undaunted, persistent smile that swept through her father's wrinkles, she didn't say anything else.

Qingpu understood that it was not that her father's old buddies wanted to meet her, but that her father wanted to show off his writer daughter in front of a group of old buddies. The first thing is that she felt embarrassed to be sitting at a table of old people, and on the other hand, it was difficult to get away because of the book manuscript.

This day, her father knocked gently on the door of Qinglu's study and brought up the dinner again. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. He seemed to be full of apologies and tiptoed to close the door of the study. The moment he turned around, Qinglu saw his father's thinning white hair and stooped figure, and there was a vague pain in his heart.

The first time I saw him, I said, "Are your old pals free tomorrow night? My father's delighted look reminded her of the year he was awarded the provincial model worker when he came home.

The dinner was held at Jingtingxuan Restaurant, a place where my father and his old friends used to come. The elegant room was hung with paintings and calligraphy, and three or two glazed vases of varying heights were placed. Together with Qinglu and father, no more, no less, just one table, 10 people.

My father was in high spirits, smiling as if he had been kissed by the spring breeze on his wrinkled face. Father introduced one by one: this is your uncle Li, and dad together with truant; this is your old Wang uncle, and dad together with a gun; this is your uncle Jin, and dad fights; this is your uncle Xiong, famous calligrapher; this is uncle Bai, like you, is a big talent ......

Qing Lu also can't remember which uncle is which uncle. After a brief greeting, the faces at the table were somewhat cold. However, after a few glasses of wine, the old uncles are active, as if that drink is not wine, but a magical elixir to rejuvenate.

A bunch of almost headlights, teeth light two eyes but no light old man, chatting about teenage madness. Qing Lu looked at the eyes, feeling some ridiculous, but also some cute, and even indescribably touched.

The old uncles were all drunk and scrambled over to drink with Qingpu. Qingpu was not strong enough to drink, but she also stood up and clinked glasses, and then took a shallow sip.

My father followed me somewhat wobbly: this is your Uncle Li, who skipped school with Dad; this is your old Uncle Wang, who carried a gun with Dad ...... Father has forgotten that he just introduced them once.

And father fights with Uncle Jin, originally one of their most physically robust, but now is the frailest and lonely one. His partner died of a heart attack a few years ago, and his only son was killed in a car accident last year while running a transport.

Uncle Xiong, who is fond of calligraphy, came over drunk, holding a glass of wine in one hand and a character he had written in the other, and wanted to give it to Qingpu. It was Zheng Banqiao's "Hard to get confused". The first time I saw him, I was able to get to the top of the list.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public. Unexpectedly, he stumbled and almost fell, spilling wine all over the floor.

The old people were walking around with some excitement in the noisy elegant room. Only Uncle White, bowed with a somewhat hunched back, his predecessor almost all crouched on the large round table, mouth constantly chewing, white beard covered with oil and residue. The father of these old friends, Uncle Bai is the only one Qing Lu has seen. When he was young, Uncle Bai was a dignified and elegant speaker and published many beautiful poems.

I heard my father say that Uncle Bai had a bad time over the years. He met an unfilial son who abused Uncle Bai and did not give him food. Uncle Bai was injured once and was hospitalized. The unfilial son was later arrested for a crime and sentenced to a few years, but he still did not change his ways when he got out.

Qing Lu wanted to give a toast to Uncle Bai. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. Uncle White's eyes were powerless, hollow. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. When he returned home, his father, who had been excited, fell asleep and snored loudly.

But Qinglu couldn't sleep. She had insomnia.