365 Kinds of Difficult Living Methods

Chu Yu’s mother, Pan Yi, is a typical Buddhist person. The Buddha works at work, the Buddha takes her baby, the Buddha lives at home, and even cooks, she is also a Buddhist. Just do whatever you want. When the fate arrives, the husband and daughter will naturally come back to eat. .

Chu Yu deeply felt that he was an unscrupulous descendant. He often did not enter the house three times. At least he would meet her father at work. Meeting her mother was like a Buddhist family.

However, Pan Yi is at ease. After class every day, she does topics, compiles teaching materials, leads graduate students, or finds her mother-in-law Chu Zhai to play with. Yun said lightly: No matter if Xiaoyu is not at home, I am the first beauty in the family!

But Chu Yu knew that her mother was forced to follow Buddhism. Because Superman's affairs are confidential, Chu Dongren has always followed the principle of confidentiality. After returning home, he barely mentioned his work. Even if he mentioned it, he only talked about his work experience.

Pan Yi expressed her understanding. She didn’t ask too much. Sometimes Chu Touching was so busy that she wanted to skip the New Year’s Eve dinner. She didn’t call to remind him. She just took the leftovers of the New Year’s Eve dinner and warmed him up when Lao Chu came back. Feel the atmosphere of the New Year in a humble way.

As a result, Chu Dongren was finally able to boil it out, and Chu Yu went in again, still strictly confidential, and was too busy to skip the birthday party.

Pan Yi copied his hands with a smile on his face: Okay, very good, I am worthy of being my cub. Even serving the motherland is so focused.

Chu Yunen blushed and didn't know how to reply.

In fact, she didn’t know how to see her mother this time. After learning that Chu Dongren was missing, she called Pan Yi and asked her about her situation, but did not go home. If she asked, she didn’t know how to answer— -If she personally sent her father to prison, would she still maintain a Buddhist attitude?

Pan Yi knew that Chu Dongren was missing. The police asked her about the situation. She called Lao Chu and turned it off. She felt secretly that the situation was serious this time because the police took away the electronic equipment from the house and put her under surveillance.

Chu Yu knew that the police monitored her mother to prevent Chu moving from looking for her in private, and secondly to protect her safety. In case that the mysterious kidnapper fails to kidnap the little one, he will focus on the old one and attack her. The police can do it. Respond quickly and win in one fell swoop.

Even if the police didn't send someone to protect, Chu Yu would make arrangements. She wished she could go to battle in person and stay with her mother at home, but it was really unfortunate for her family to have such a father who abandoned his wife and children.

However, Pan Yi still maintained the demeanor of "I am not a Buddha, whoever is a Buddha". Seeing that Chu Yu brought Song Qingyang back, he also warmed the little stick a cup of strawberry milk, and enthusiastically handed Chu Yu a cup of boiled water.

Chu Yu put down the cup, and moved his **** to the side of Pan Yi, "Mom, have you eaten more these two days?"

Pan Yi glanced at her, "It's okay, what's wrong?"

"I want to cook for you tonight."

Pan Jingyi opened her eyes wide and curled her mouth. The top half of her face was surprised, and the bottom half was joy. Together, it was a surprise.

"Yes, there are food at home, you can cook it, I have seen your circle of friends, and it has made rapid progress in the past two months, and I have learned how to cook!"

Chu Yu immediately rolled up his sleeves, looked at the refrigerator, and walked around in the kitchen. He ordered the dishes according to the ingredients, and saw chicken, taro, chicken offal, and celery, so he snapped his fingers-chicken roasted taro. Stir-fried chicken miscellaneous at home.

Washed the chicken pieces, Chu Yu took the knife and began to scrape the taro. Pan Yi leaned against the door. Seeing that her movements were awkward and awkward, she did not correct it. See how she used her own strength to pound the ingredients into edible dishes. .

"It's a pity, your dad doesn't have that good fortune, and his daughter cooks by herself, but he is not here!"

Chu Yu paused for a while, scraping the small taro. She is not very good at using a knife, and the skin is thick. After the scraping is done, she only has a heart-like peeling an apple and peeling the skin off. , Just leave a core.

"It's okay, he will go home later, I can do it again."

"You are going home this time because of him, right?"

Chu Yu turned her head and glanced at her. Pan Yi was still calm and calm. Chu Yu was very curious. This burned her eyebrows. How did she keep calm?

But she reacted immediately, let alone her mother, isn't she also very calm herself? The police outside were crazy, Chang Yan was looking for Xia Yihan, Wangjiang was looking for Chu moving, the whole country was worried about the Phantom of Sophora japonicus, waiting for the arrest news, she still has leisure and leisure.

"Indeed, but I also want to see you and talk to you." Chu Yu stared at the taro, not daring to be distracted, for fear of cutting his hands.

Pan Yi smiled, her eyebrows are bright, Chu Yu's appearance is somewhat from her-she has red lips and white teeth, with shoulder-to-shoulder mid-length hair, her hair is buttoned inward, and she wears a slim single-breasted coat, some last century. The Hong Kong style also contains modern gentleness and simplicity.

"I just ask about your work, but if you want to ask me anything, just ask me whatever you want. I'm not taboo."

Chu Yu put the taro in the basin and washed it, "Then I'm not welcome... How do you think Dad has been in his condition since he retired?"

When Pan Yi stood tired, he moved the stool by the dining table and added a glass of strawberry milk to Song Qingyang.

"He, he was busy with work before he retired, and after he retired, he was busy traveling and flying all over the country. I guess when he finishes checking in at home, he will target abroad."

"Then why don't you stay with him?"

"My students need me, not as free as him."

"What about when he is at home? Is he good?"

Pan Yi nodded slightly with satisfaction: "It's not bad. If he is at home, the housework is done, cooking, washing dishes, washing clothes, sweeping the floor, he is to keep fit. After retiring, he took a lot of medicine and his body gradually recovered. , But after recovery, I started to run around."

As he said, Pan Yi saw Chu Yu preparing to put the oil, and hurriedly told her to rein in the precipice, "Cook the chicken first and get rid of the dirty stuff."

Chu Yu smiled and hurriedly corrected, "If it were my dad, he might have driven me off!"

"No, no, he will invite you down very politely."

"Haha, yes, Mr. Chu is polite!"

Pan Yi: "No, your dad has always been a comprehensive person. He wants to be perfect in everything, even at home. He tried his best not to bother me and cause me trouble, but he became anxious himself..."

"He is anxious?"

Pan Yi waved his hand, "Not to the extent of anxiety, but when I was at home, I could feel his anxiety. He mentioned to me that one of his colleagues has disappeared. He has been looking for it, although he has no hope, but I always feel that something is pending and I haven't let go."

After frying the chicken, Chu added more water and slowly boiled it. She finally got free, wiped her hands on her waist, and stood facing the stove.

"Have he said that he still wants to continue looking for that colleague?"

"I haven't said it, but he did that. He flew around the country and said he was going to travel. I think he was looking for someone."

Chu Yu turned around, his face was full of surprise. In the past two years, Chu moving people have been running around all over the country just to find Mu Shangqing, a person who has already died?

"Did he tell you about this?"

"No," Pan Yi shook his head while holding a water glass. "But I know him. He didn't like to go out when he was young, let alone traveling. In the current language, he is an otaku. However, there is a situation where he will go out-anxious. When he feels uneasy, he will go out, the more anxious he is, the farther he will run, and he will not come back until his heart is calm, and stay quietly in the room."

Chu Yu opened her mouth, and she was speechless for a while. She always thought that Chu moving around the country was to relieve boredom and enjoy life. After all, there was too much pressure in Superman. He had been working for eight years, and finally dragged a sick body. Leave in position.

She can appreciate his difficulty, especially after experiencing the Sophora japonica project, the kind of uncertain and frightened future, she closes her eyes every day, and she doesn't know what unexpected drastic changes will happen if she opens her eyes again.

So watching her father flying around the country, Chu Yu yearned for it, saying that when she retires, she will also let herself go, literally-to travel around, feel the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, and come to an elderly version of the bohemian version. .

As a result, his dad was playing around. It turned out that the drunkard's intention was not to drink, and there was another meaning.

Chu Yu stared at Pan Yi with a deep tone: "I always thought he was very energetic after retirement."

"It's really good. The body is getting better and the person is energetic. He is a clinical psychologist and knows how to regulate himself. However, there are some things that cannot be forgotten. When you find someone in the Children's Eight Classics, it is to resolve your concerns. Every time you go out, you will lose a little bit of anxiety."

"You never mentioned this to me before."

Pan Yi's brows pressed slightly, "Because your dad won't let me say, I don't want you to worry about it."

Chu Yu's eyes were sour. Her mother, who used to keep her dad's work secret, and then kept her dad's thoughts a secret, finally said it today, speaking so calmly and naturally, like homely.

Why did she say it? Are you also aware that major events are not good? If you don't talk about it, it might be too late?

Chu Yu wanted to go up and hug her, but it was really bad luck. When they met their father and daughter, there were more old things and more little things. Now the old and the little things have come together, and the key is to pay them back. Keep her in the dark, not tell her the truth, not only things, but also hiding them!

"Mom, you worked so hard!" Chu Yu's voice sank, his tone seemed sincere.

Pan Yi smiled, stood up, washed his hands, and helped cut the pepper.

Chu Yu had mixed feelings, and the mood that had just calmed down because of the small talk, ups and downs again, touching the clues in his mind, and once again messed up, his heart and head were panicked, his mouth became quiet, and he didn't speak any more.

Pan Yi really wanted to know Chu Dongren's situation, but she also knew that if she could know, Chu Yu would naturally tell her that since she didn't speak, she didn't ask any more, and quietly chopped vegetables.

The kitchen was filled with the sound of scouring vegetables, the sound of pops after the water boiled, and the sound of silence.

Pan Yi's participation promoted the completion of the "big meal", and the meal started smoothly after one and a half hours.

Pan Yi sat on the long table, and Chu Yu and Song Qingyang sat on two sides. It looked a bit like a mother taking her two daughters to dinner.

The three of them were at the dinner table, chatting while eating, mainly around Chu moving.

Chu Yu is like a paparazzi reporter, digging deep into Chu's moving history. Pan Yi didn't hide it this time, and boldly betrayed her husband, the old Chu who became a criminal suspect.

After talking for a while, Chu Yu finally knew what it meant to "listen to your words, better than read ten years." As expected, to understand Chu moving, the shortcut is to dig first-hand news from her mother.

The result was as she expected—she really didn’t fully understand Chu Dongren. Before, Chu Dongren was too busy and had no time to accompany the children. Now she is too busy and has no time to accompany the elderly. The two people "smelly match each other" and miss each other's in-depth understanding period perfectly. Thanks to Pan Yi, acting as the "intermediary" between the two, so that they can understand indirectly.

What she usually sees is the beautiful and strong side, the perfect side, what he has in mind, what difficulties he has, usually will not be revealed in front of her, for fear of increasing her burden-this is what Chu understands more and more. She was investigating the unsettled case five or six years ago. Chu Dongren was obviously worried about her, but she never said that she had to be forced to be helpless before howling, looking aggrieved.

Listening to Chu's moving gossip, Song Qingyang concentrated on the gossip, and from time to time she was quite agreeable. Her eyes fell on Pan Yi, as if she was admiring her face.

"Auntie, do you know how to fight?" Song Qingyang squeaked suddenly.

Chu Yu looked at Song Qingyang.

"I won't, does Xiao Bang want to practice his hands?" Pan Yi laughed out two long dimples.

"Yes, I think Auntie is so good-looking and light-footed. Whether dancing or fighting, she will be very beautiful!"

Pan Yi was praised as comfortable and very useful: "Then I will consider entering the martial arts, haha, but other people have also asked about this."

"Who is it." Chu Yu felt unbalanced. Why is she similar to her mother? She was never asked if she could martial arts?

"Your father."

"He? He must know you can't martial arts!"

"He knows it, but he said that I look like his colleague, so it feels invisibly that I can play especially well."

Chu Yu couldn't help frowning, comparing Mu Shangqing's face with hers, feeling that the two were not similar.

After eating, Chu Yu took the initiative to wash the dishes, risking the risk of throwing the dishes and smashing the dishes, and earning performance in front of her mother. Song Qingyang began to **** them. Although she was afraid of touching the porcelain, she was willing to go out and wanted to leave it for her mother. A good impression.

Snatch it, and the winner was Pan Yi.

She pointed to the charming study room: "He hardly let me clean that place, and where are all his personal belongings."

With that, Xiang Chu winked even more as his eyes pressed.

Chu Yu knew it. He was so grateful for her "God Pushing Hand", he handed the bowl to her with confidence, and turned his head into Chu's moving study.

Because it involved personal belongings, Chu Yu didn't ask Song Qingyang to help, so she personally checked it.

The study is clean and bright, with an academic style of Kochi, and it is decorated with a British flavor.

There is a large bookshelf against the wall, full of monographs on neurobiology and human anatomy. On the wall is a map of the cerebral cortex and a "blind spot" fun test chart.

There is a corner computer desk by the window, a locker similar to a cupboard on the left, and a drawer on the lower right. In addition, there is a bed, and the storage cabinet at the bottom of the bed is full of things.

Electronic equipment, such as office computers, tablets, and even electronic watches, have been taken by the police for inspection, but so far, it seems that they have not been found out.

Chu Yu first found the old books and newspapers from the innermost layer. The dates ranged from twenty years ago to the most recent. They were arranged in chronological order. She knew that her father was reluctant to throw away books, and liked to collect them. He didn't look at it, just put it there as a memory.

Chu Yu flipped through the pages for a few minutes. Seeing that there was no too private privacy involved, he called Song Qingyang in. The two of them worked hard, flipping page by page.

Song Qingyang looked at flowers like a little book, "What are we going through? Da Chu will hide money in it?"

"He likes to take notes when he reads books, especially when he reads literary works, he sees the emotions, and expresses feelings. If you find any notes, just fold it and I will focus on it."

Because there are too many books, there are storage boxes, bookshelves, and lockers. The two people first sit, then squat, and finally sit directly on the ground, from the meal to the midnight.

Pan Yi also cut a fruit plate for the two of them, made a pot of tea, and let them take a break when they were tired.

At about twelve o’clock, Song Qingyang was dizzy and almost fell into the pile of pages. When he was about to stop cooking, he shook his head a few times and sighed with emotion: “I don’t understand the world of academic masters. I don’t understand. Understand……"

Chu Yu was also exhausted, and finally sat in front of the bookshelf, and began to turn over the original book of neuroscience. The book was as thick as a brick, heavy and large, and it had to be supported by two hands. Chu Yu put it on his knees and went through it from beginning to end.

As the pages flew, she suddenly brightened her eyes and tightly breathed. The brick book was entirely black and white, and there was no color in the illustrations, but a flash of color flashed in the same black and white.

Chu Yu quickly turned back, and on the optic nerve side, he clipped a piece of cardstock, lavender, with a lavender pattern on the background, with a line of writing written on it, and his pen was sharp:

Director of Supernormal Research and Investigation Division X