The moon and people are still + extra

And this accompaniment.

Sorry, we have a generation gap.

The car quickly stopped at the gate of the community.

Unfortunately, there happened to be a large pharmacy next to the stop.

I swallowed in embarrassment, and before Jing Yi noticed, I immediately unfastened my seat belt, thanked the teacher, and opened the door.

She stopped me like last time, and I retracted one of my steps. She said: Cocoa, do you remember what I said tonight?

This tone really resembles my head teacher in high school.

Oh no, she speaks very softly, I shouldn't slander her like this.

start over.

This tone is very similar to my future girlfriend.

I nodded: remember.

She waved her hand reassuringly: Rest early, and send me a WeChat message when you get home.

I said: good.

The author has something to say: The author has nothing to say

☆、Chapter 12

After getting off the car, I put the songs I heard in Jingyi’s car into my playlist. Now there are fifteen songs in this playlist, including Chinese and English, all of which I have never heard before. of.

I will not admit that we have a generation gap.

I returned home with a happy mood, and after sitting upright on the sofa for a minute, I took out my mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Jing Yi, and soon, she replied to me.

I looked at the good words on the screen, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

The winter vacation just passed day by day, and the years after growing up became boring, as if it was a mahjong festival. Parents played mahjong from the first day to the fifth day, and mahjong friends exchanged wave after wave. won.

After I thought that my contact with Jing Yi would have to wait until the start of school, one day at noon, she suddenly called.

I was playing poker with my friends at the time.

Alas, what right do I have to complain about my parents? I myself have played from the first day to the fifth day of junior high. Who is the undercover agent when playing cards and killing mahjong?

When the phone rang, the cards in my hand were so bad that I wanted to admit defeat directly. The moment I saw Jing Yi’s name, I was shocked, and I handed the cards to my friend who was watching the game, picked up the phone and looked for coffee. An empty corner of the shop.

I coughed and picked up the phone: Hello, Mr. Jing.

She smiled at the other end, and then asked me: Coco, are you free tonight? Do me a favor.

After hanging up the phone, my heart almost jumped out.

The call was so sudden, I glanced at the phone screen, and the conversation lasted less than a minute.

And in less than a minute, I agreed with everything she said, she said she would pick me up at night, and I was led step by step by her, without even asking what she needed me to do.

I laughed foolishly.

Anyway, it is impossible to go to the pork shop.

I can't butcher pigs.

With such a disturbed mood, I lost the cards all afternoon. My friend watched me blow up the ace into a dragon and beat it out, and scolded me that I deserved to lose.

After returning, he casually took a few bites of food, then sat on the sofa in the living room and waited.

Dad also sat on the sofa after eating. He snatched the remote control from me, looked at my coat and bag, turned the TV to the news channel, and asked me: Do you want to go out at night?

I nodded.

He asked again: What time do you leave?

I said: 7 o'clock, no, go downstairs at 6:50, and go downstairs at 7 o'clock.

Maybe it was too precise, Dad looked back at me with a puzzled expression, and then glanced at the clock on the wall, his expression became even more puzzled: it's only 6 o'clock.

I laughed: Yes.

The daughter in his impression can pack up and leave the house within 10 minutes, not what I am now.

But he just found it strange that I was like this, and he couldn't hold back any other questions to ask me, so it's better to watch the news.

So a harmonious picture was born. The daughter accompanied her father, who is nearly 50 years old, watching the news broadcast at home and discussing national affairs. The mother sat over after washing the dishes. The family talked and laughed happily.

In less than 5 minutes, my mother was called away by her little sister, and a few minutes later, the clock on the wall finally showed 50 minutes, so I stood up, said something to my father, went downstairs, and left the living room .

When I was changing my shoes, I looked back at the back of my father watching TV alone, and suddenly felt a little sad, it was a big Chinese New Year.

But within a minute of this sadness, the doorbell rang suddenly, and I opened the door to see that it was my father's Uncle Mayou.

ok ok.

This is a truly happy family.

It was only 6:55 when we arrived at the entrance of the community, but miraculously, Jing Yi's car had already parked steadily on the side of the road.

For this kind of person who arrived early for the appointment, I expressed my admiration. I ran over, opened the door and got in the car. She put away her mobile phone and smiled at me, then said: Happy New Year.

I also smiled at her: Happy New Year.

On the way to the hotel, Jing Yi told me the ins and outs. She said that today is her college class reunion. Her classmates are alcoholics, and they will definitely not let her go. Unfortunately, she is on her period today, so she Just thought of me.

After listening to it, I tidied it up and thought about whether she had something to say. Finally, I looked at her suspiciously and asked cautiously: You, do you want me to help you hold back the wine?