Back to the year when my husband was the worst

Mom: Shall we have a meal together?

Xu Qingran put down the phone and fell into a daze.

He was thinking about what caused the current situation, thinking that he told Zhou Ya not long ago that his mother didn't appear very often... He still had no plan to bring Zhou Ya in front of Song Yin.

Man is not as good as God, so he portrays himself as a miserable person who doesn't love his father and mother, and his mother rushes up to greet him.

His little heart was thumping, and he always felt that something big was about to happen.

Xu Dandan couldn't help it when Xu Qingran walked past her for the third time: "Brother, you have passed me ninety-nine 81 times."

Xu Qingran stopped, glanced at her, reached out to take a piece from her snack bag, and sat on the other side of the sofa.

Xu Dandan: "..."

She moved forward and pressed the space bar on the laptop, causing her Korean oppa to pause for a beautiful moment, then turned her head and asked, "What's wrong, my sister-in-law can't stand you anymore and wants to say goodbye to you?"

Xu Qingran: "I've let you down, your sister-in-law just told me that she will love me again in 81."

"Then you are walking around in front of me." Xu Dandan said, "You don't want to have dinner with Mom?"

"No." Xu Qingran sighed and asked her to continue watching her drama.

However, he didn't go far, and Xu Dandan howled again: "...Brother, my little penguin can't log in! Do you remember my password?"

Xu Qingran went around and took out a dusty notebook under the TV cabinet. There were two cartoon girls on it, the kind used by elementary school students.

Xu Dandan used to write down her passwords in this book, and she forgot to remember them when she remembered them, but her passwords were all those combinations, and she tried it from the used ones, and she always got it right.

Sure enough, I boarded without trying two.

Xu Qingran leaned down beside her, pointing at the little man holding candy on the screen: "Why are you still called, Princess Dandan?"

Princess Dandan was so ashamed that she ran fast with her computer in her arms.

Xu Qingran hadn't boarded the Penguin for a while, and now he has nothing to do, so he tried a few passwords to board.His Penguin adheres to his usual style, with a large list of relatives and friends, and group aliases with fancy names.

He poked into the photo album, stared at the loading circle, went upstairs and switched on the computer.

Every time Mr. Xu cleans up the phone’s memory, he uploads all the photos to Penguin Space, locks them, and then deletes them all. Therefore, there are all kinds of messy photos in his Penguin Space, and ghost images of various people passing by.

The dragon and lion accounted for a large part of it. He used to cry a lot, and when he graduated from elementary school, he still cried when he was pulled.

Xu Qingran carefully selected two photos of Longshi crying on the ground with a milk bag, and then sent them to Moments, fearing that others would not recognize them, and specially added the current photo of Longshi.

Long Shi didn't realize that even if he wrote the test paper honestly at home, he would encounter unexpected disasters.

Xu Qingran grabbed the mouse, and pressed the long and narrow end on the gear in the middle. He swiped very fast. After all, it is very difficult to find things in the pictures where 99 of the [-] pictures are repeated and blurred.

Because of the settings of his mobile phone camera at that time, there was a small line of time under the photo.

And the web page also has the time to automatically upload photos.

Flipping through the pages, Xu Qingran suddenly stopped, and looked suspiciously at the time next to him—that year he was in the third year of junior high school.

I stopped suddenly just because the photos at the alley were too familiar.

After all, he had been sending messages to this avatar for a long time, but after the holiday, Zhou Ya changed his avatar to a simple little emperor, out of embarrassment to him.

His heart skipped a beat, and he scratched his chest subconsciously.

The small yellow text at the bottom of the photo shows that these alley photos, which look exactly the same, were taken several days in a row.

It should be in the third year of junior high school, he went to the third middle school to find the son of the man who was dating Song Yin.

The purpose of looking for that child is to see what kind of person he is. If it is a delicate and willful young master, he has to beat that child for Song Yin in advance.

But I was unlucky, I didn't find the kid, but one day when I came back, I ran into a live version of a fight between junior high school students.

Rare.

Although he himself has always been on the road of domineering and domineering, he has hardly encountered any real problems. After all, he developed early, his hands are long and his legs are long and nimble, and his appearance is uniquely deterrent.

A very intimidating person squatted on the wall and watched strangely, and found that something was wrong.

This is not a fight, this is obviously a group fight, a group of people surrounded a boy, but the boy was more ruthless, and one person played the effect of a group of people.

A boy scolded: "There are mothers but no mothers, you are a fucking fart!"

In the next second, he was swung against the wall.

Countless hands grabbed the boy who was being beaten up.

Based on the principle of not being nosy, Xu Qingran squatted on the wall and watched a movie for a long time. He kept seeing that the boy was outnumbered and felt very aggrieved.

This brother can fight if he can fight, but like Men Hulu, he has been scolded so many times and doesn't know how to reply.

He didn't know what was going on in this brother's family, anyway, every word of these people's curses hit Xu Qingran's minefield.

Sitting on the wall, I was struggling, and suddenly met his gaze.

Although it was only for a second or two, he might just glance at him casually.

Then Xu Qingran jumped down.

It's very convenient, very pretentious, and maybe even let the group of bastards remember his name.

Xu Qingran kicked the man with the dirtiest mouth, "Remember your grandpa Xu's name, Xu Qingran, Xu Zhimo's Xu."

As for that particularly ruthless boy, I met him a few days later when I was looking for someone. I remember that he was not tall, but he was good-looking, but he was too rebellious. Still hiding behind the alley and smoking.

Later, Song Yin somehow found out about his going to No. [-] Middle School and came to look for him. After that, Xu Qingran never went to No. [-] Middle School.

It took about half a semester in total, and Xu Zha forgot about him when he turned his head.

"No way."

Xu Qingran pressed the mouse and swipe up, and his whole body froze in front of the table as if struck by lightning.

Among a large number of blurry impressionist-style photos, there is a particularly clear one, which looks particularly out of place. It is half landscape, half portrait. The boy is wearing a school uniform with his schoolbag strap hooked on his head, with an expression of impatience on his face.

It coincides with the photo of Zhou Yai's junior high school that was circulated in the Seventh Middle School forum.

His hand holding the mouse was sweating, and after a long time, he cursed in a low voice: "Fuck."

Zhou Ya received a large bouquet of roses.

There were lights and festoons everywhere, people were still wrapped in cotton clothes, the florist knocked on the door with a large bouquet of roses, the sight from the entire Zhou family could burn Zhou Ya on the spot.

You don't need to think about it, this must be the work of their family Mr. Xu.

He rummaged through the flowers and found a postcard, which was a printed English version of "I love you" customized by the flower shop.

Nothing new.

I just don't know what happened to him.

Zhou Ya shook his head, ignoring so many gazes, and carried the flowers upstairs.

As the year ends, most people go back to work.

Zhou Zhonghai held a small party at home and wanted to meet his partners all at once.

Zhou Ya did not participate in meeting the guests, and Ms. Song made a point of changing her clothes, but she didn't make much contact there.

Zhou Ya has been in contact with Ms. Song a lot in the past few days, and heard a lot of things from Ms. Song here and there.

But Ms. Song doesn't often talk about herself and Zhou Zhonghai. Zhou Ya only knows that they met because of work.

Also an amazing woman.

She doesn't care about Zhou Ya's indifference at all, as long as Zhou Ya doesn't show rejection of her, she can stand next to him and talk all day, Zhou Ya wonders if she is bored at home...but then again, she is bored Shouldn't I bother Zhou Zhonghai...

"Little Jair," Ms. Song followed upstairs, quietly taking off the high heels and holding them in her hands while no one was looking, "Your father asked if you want to go and sit for a while."

Zhou Ya didn't react much: "I won't go."

What Zhou Zhonghai said should not be so euphemistic. His father has always wanted to make him an industry elite like him, and he is very strong in this matter.

"Oh." Song Yin didn't focus on that, she said with interest, "Gift from your girlfriend?"

Otherwise, I would know the address here.

Zhou Ya shook his head: "Boyfriend."

Song Yin was startled, then smiled: "Very beautiful."

Zhou Ya held the card and looked at it, thinking he might as well send him over by himself.

He saw Song Yin carrying the high heels by his side, and stepped aside so that Song Yin could go in and rest.

Song Yin walked to the corridor and leaned cautiously: "I won't enter the room, your father still has a friend who hasn't arrived, I have to go down later."

"It's okay if you don't accompany me." Zhou Yai stopped talking at this point, sighing inwardly.

If someone else said that, it would be like mocking Song Yin that she has too many things to do before she is married to Zhou Zhonghai.

He noticed that Song Yin was very interested in roses, so he lowered his head and picked out a rose, held it in his hand together with the card, and handed the rest of the bouquet to Song Yin.

Song Yin really accepted it: "Is your boyfriend not angry?"

not angry.

Zhou Ya kept a branch anyway.

It was always weird to discuss Xu Qingran with Song Yin, but Zhou Ya saw that she was very interested, so he changed the subject without a trace.

Song Yin said that she made an appointment with her two children for dinner.

When we talked about this, she was obviously much happier, holding flowers and laughing out loud.

She was indeed a very beautiful woman, shining even with age.

Zhou Yai turned to the beginning, staring at the postcard, thinking of Xu Qingran's mother.

He sent Xu Qingran a word without thinking.

- She might really want to see you.

Xu Qingran:?

Someone thought he might get a message about something else, like flowers.

Xu Qingran, who was full of apprehension, didn't care to ask Zhou Jair if he read some literary books and made such strange words. He called and opened his mouth to ask, "Have you received the postcard?"

Flowers are not the focus, the focus is on the postcard with his name Xu Qingran and the confession.

That's why Zhou Ya was able to give flowers casually.

A mocking voice came from over there: "The printed one?"

Xu Qingran didn't have time to defend himself, but Zhou Yai snorted sincerely: "What did you do behind my back?"

"Nothing." Xu Qingran said, "Fuck, can't I just miss you?"

"Not quite."

Zhou Ya laughed as soon as he finished speaking, and was just about to say whether he should sneak out for a date, when he heard someone talking beside Xu Qingran.

"Hello, may I ask..."

Downstairs, the aunt who came back from vacation opened the door and looked at the energetic young man outside: "Hello, may I ask..."

"I'm looking for Zhou Ya."

At the same time, a black family car drove in outside Zhou's house, and the guests who came late because of the traffic jam checked the instrument in the rearview mirror for the last time before getting out of the car.

Song Yin immediately heard that it was Rose's owner who called. She didn't care to listen to the two of them. When she heard someone coming downstairs, she thought it was the guest that Zhou Zhonghai said was coming, so she bent over to put on her shoes.

The phone didn't hang up.

Listening to the laughter on the other side, Zhou Ya leaned on the railing and looked down, meeting the eyes of the person below.

He put on a sweater, his hat just pulled down, his short hair was a bit messy, and he smiled lazily: "Didn't I come here?"

The author has something to say: On a certain level, Brother Jair is the first little goblin that Xu Zha tricked, right?