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The vegetation in the zoo is clean, and the evergreens look much greener than those in the city.

"In all the zoos I've been to," Quan Wei said generally, "it seems that the chickens are placed at the front."

At this moment, this group of chickens of different breeds are digging the soil in the house, their feathers are dusty, and they don't even make a "clack-clack" sound. I don't know what to look at.

"Isn't that just right," Yang Zhen teased, "Chickens are your favorite pets."

Quan Wei's ears were very sharp, and he immediately picked out the teasing meaning in the words, and cast a sideways glance at Yang Zhen: "Do you have any opinions?"

Yang Zhen shrugged his shoulders, and level [-] tactfully changed the topic: "Is there any point in putting the chicken in front?"

Quan Wei said irresponsibly: "I don't know, Sun Shaoning said that there are not enough animals, so I used chickens to make up."

Yang Zhen glanced at him and started laughing, then his voice dropped after he spoke, for fear of being heard by others: "If you don't know, don't make wild guesses. Chickens are also rare animals. Look at the one with the red head and white tail. I live in the Central Plains. I've seen it sometimes."

Quan Wei found the long-tailed pheasant he was talking about, and said eagerly, "What is that?"

"It's a white pheasant, a kind of ornamental bird." Not every species in the chicken coop was introduced, and Yang Zhen searched his memory to give him a science introduction. It can return safely no matter it encounters thunderstorm or mist, so the hunters in the mountains call it Yarui. In the Dayan court hall, the patch pattern on the uniforms of the fifth-rank officials is this kind of bird.”

However, after going through Baiyuncanggou, it can't go back safely by itself.

Cultural people are different. Quan Wei saw a chicken, but what his partner saw was the ins and outs. This kind of high-level treatment of having a free tour guide anytime and anywhere is not available to everyone. Quan Wei nodded and pointed again. A colorful long-tailed chicken that looks like a parrot: "What about that? Do you have it there?"

Yang Zhen: "Maybe there is, but I haven't seen it."

When Director Yang is not able to do his best, the boyfriend will actively check for him and fill in the gaps. Quan Wei looked at the explanatory board to learn and sell: "I have seen it now. It is called a golden pheasant. It is a male. Its specialty is that it can eat well. Many, slip fast."

Yang Zhen looked at the introduction of the habits of the six and seven lines on the stand, and suddenly found that his object's generalization ability was the pinnacle.

The two slowly moved forward along the trail. Along the way, Yang Zhen made up a lot of explanations about the officials of the Yan Dynasty. He saw some animals for the first time in his life, but the one that impressed him the most was a little black bear. , It should have just come from the mountains, constantly tearing the barbed wire and wailing, a girl who came with her looked at it and cried, maybe she thought it should go back to nature.

Yang Zhen couldn't help but also lost his mind, thinking whether the cage is a guarantee or a prison.

Xie Zhen's phone call was relatively sensible, and he only called after the two left the zoo. Yang Zhen heard him say over there: "Brother, my customer accepts the price increase and does not negotiate. I fixed that landlord."

Zhou Aiguo's style was arbitrary, Yang Zhen didn't dare to say it to death: "I'll do my best, okay?"

Listening to his tone, Quan Wei felt as if he had encountered something difficult, so he asked, "What's wrong? What should I do my best?"

Yang Zhen briefly talked about Aiguo's price increase next week. Quan Wei warned him not to talk to Zhou Aiguo before, but now he was afraid that Yang Zhen would be depressed, so he took the risk of slapping himself in the face to comfort him: "The price adjustment is normal, and I will also adjust the price." However, at most, it was adjusted 4 or 5 times. In the end, the house was too expensive and no one bought it. When the price dropped, it was so frightened that it was sold cheaply. If he is too aggressive, the market will punish him, so ignore him.”

Yang Zhen was very persuasive, and after listening to it, he stopped paying attention to Zhou Aiguo, and just asked Quan Wei gossipingly: "When you repeatedly adjusted the price, did you have a feeling of 'I really have no integrity at all'?"

"No," Quan Wei said bluntly, "At that time, I only cared about one thing, and that was that the house price would definitely rise. Is the price I set low? Should I wait?"

Yang Zhen: "What about now?"

Quan Wei: "Now that I have some experience, I won't be so dazed, but I still follow the market, so you have to take care of me."

Yang Zhen hoped that he would be strict with himself: "It doesn't matter, just be honest."

Quan Wei said with a hippie smile: "Please, just let it go."

Yang Zhen stopped the loss in time and changed the topic: "Driving and driving."

That's what everyone else said, I've never begged anyone in my life, but Quan Wei obviously didn't do it like that, he would act like a coquettish, begging and begging, but the amazing thing is that Yang Zhen never I don't think he is delicate, but I think he is very frank and kind of cute.

This day has a beginning and an end, and it has a relationship with chickens. The main dish at night is pepper chicken.

This time I bought Erjingtiao which was full of spicy taste. Quan Wei was ignorant and fearless, so he cut it with his hands. At that time, he only felt that the spiciness hit his nose, and it smelled good. There was no discomfort on his hands. After eating, his hands started to catch fire. Maybe he Naturally, the stratum corneum was relatively thin, and the crevices of the fingers were burned pink, and there were even a few swollen vesicles in some places.

Yang Zhen washed the dishes and went into the living room from the kitchen. He saw him spread his hands, and when he asked, he found that it was too spicy. He immediately searched for a few things on Baidu, vinegar, essential oil, and a piece of aloe vera stem cut from a flower pot on the balcony. , Give Quanwei the same try.

However, none of these three artifacts had much soothing effect on him, but Quan Wei was so leisurely that he almost propped his chin up with his hand, lying on his side like a noble concubine, because his partner had already started to take care of him.

Yang Zhen folded the toilet paper into strips the width of a fingernail, poured some vinegar into the palm of his hand, spread it around with the paper, and said while he was busy, "From now on, I will cut peppers, onions and so on."

Quan Wei discovered a rule, only when things are rushing to do things, can he maintain his enthusiasm for a long time, he responded casually, in fact, he didn't plan to cut a dish at all, and it was a bit tiring for his neck to lie on his stomach, and Quan Wei hadn't The hand that "dipped the material" was just about to prop it to the side of the ear when Yang Zhen quickly pulled it away.

"Don't get hot again on your face in a while."

Quan Wei suddenly realized the problem that spicy taste can be transmitted through contact, how to touch it when he just wanted to sleep in his mind... and felt that Yang Zhen shook his wrist, and his voice was filled with a nasty smile: "No, face It shouldn't be too much, after all, the skin is thick, so let's use it to support it."

"What about love and conscience," Quan Wei condemned him with his eyes, which meant it was a bit perfunctory.

Yang Zhen pointed to his heart with the note that made him jealous, and assured him solemnly: "It's all here."

Quan slightly moved his eyelids: "For the sake of your pretty smile, I will trust you again."

Yang Zhen smiled and said, "Change your hand."

Tutu and washing are not very useful, but the time slipped away for half an hour. Yang Zhen was thirsty after eating spicy food, and forced Quan Wei to accompany him to drink a kettle of green tea. Recently, he felt that his eyesight had deteriorated. Myopia, he makes two cups every day, but Quan Wei only likes to drink, and he can only take a sip as a side effect.

Discussion and revision of brush calligraphy has become Yang Zhen's official business every night. He typed and replied at the desk. Quan Wei usually can't drink so much water. After going to the toilet twice, he suddenly became enlightened. I took the pad into the studio and went to toss.

The wording is still changing, and the message is flashing non-stop. Yang Zhen didn’t notice that there was a friend reminder mixed in the message at first. When he clicked on the message, he found that the prompt box read: Poetry and picturesque request to add you As a friend, accept/reject, note: I am Quan Wei's mother.

Then Yang Zhen's first reaction was that the breakup agreement of the 8 suites was finally coming in handy. After he clicked accept, he took the initiative to say hello: Hello.

Tianquan Shishi wanted to call him the day before, but she dialed all the numbers, but she lost the courage to confront him temporarily. She said that she was not good enough for Quanwei, and she didn't feel like Yang Zhen's opponent in the debate, although the elders always felt that young people couldn't do this No, but in fact, the back waves are basically rougher than the front waves.

At that time, Quan Shishi ordered the red hang-up, and she had been mentally preparing repeatedly for the past two days. After deliberation, she chose such a method that was not face-to-face. have friends.

The information carried in the text is far less rich than the language, so it has more room for imagination. Seeing that Yang Zhen didn't call her aunt as usual, Quan Shishi's inner speculation immediately went astray, thinking that Yang Zhen was also on fire. Maybe it was because of the treatment at the aquarium last time, or maybe it was because of her and Luo Jiayi's opposition to them.

However, Yang Zhen simply felt that Quan Shishi might not want to see himself marrying her.

Anyway, I never expected to get along well, so Quan Shishi said straight to the point: I want to talk to you.

Yang Zhen didn't need to think about what her theme was. He was mentally prepared, glanced at the bedroom door, and replied calmly: Tell me, or do you want to make an appointment and talk later?

Quan Shishi: If we don't meet, just say so, and don't tell Quan Wei.

Yang Zhen was not stupid enough to accept the unflattering treaty, and he typed without giving in: This may depend on the content and time of your conversation with me, if my mood is not right, Quan Wei will definitely ask.Sometimes the mobile phone is used mixedly, such as checking the time, temporarily transferring accounts, etc., so I can't guarantee you that I will keep this matter from him.

Seeing his refusal clearly and logically, Quan Shishi felt angry, complaining, powerless, and miserable intertwined in her heart, making her knock on the screen vigorously and start crying: What are you planning?Why are you so disobedient?Are you trying to kill us?

Yang Zhen closed his eyes, feeling a tingling pain in his heart. He felt sorry for himself and Quan Wei, and couldn't bear to treat the old man. He took a breath and replied: "Auntie, answer my call in a few minutes and hang up." , I will ask Quan Wei to return your message in the future.

Immediately followed by a rare and cute message: I lied to you, I have no malicious intentions, don't be nervous, be kind.jpg

After typing, Yang Zhen stood up, walked to the door of the studio, took a look, and said, "I'm going downstairs to throw out the trash."

Inside, Quan Wei was sitting on a chair with his back to the door, with his legs resting on the bench to brush his pad. Hearing this, he turned his head and rubbed against Fuli: "Bring me back a bottle of Wangzai milk."

This task is no more difficult than "throwing garbage". Yang Zhen made an ok gesture and took away all the garbage bags at home. From this day on, he started chatting with his mother-in-law at an irregular time. model.