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In the early morning of the next day, the typhoon finally put away its mighty momentum and turned into a gentle breeze, caressing this southern town gently.Rong Chuan has been traveling in various first-tier cities all year round. He is used to being urged to his death by full work schedules and regular alarm clocks. It is rare to experience the leisure and cosiness unique to this small town. I stayed in bed for hours, and didn't enter the bathroom until 8 o'clock to wash up, and went downstairs fully dressed.

The entire Han family mansion was quiet, except for the big dog called "Chuan Niu" who ran over obsequiously when he heard the footsteps, howled and rubbed against his feet and acted coquettishly, everything was quiet from inside to outside. Not a single person was seen.Rong Chuan didn't know the master's family's work and rest time, and was worried about disturbing the elders who were still resting. Considering Han Ying's response volume last night, he probably still stayed under the quilt to see Duke Zhou at this moment.After sitting in the living room for a while, he simply pushed the door out of the house and took a morning jog along the sidewalk.

The air in the small town is very clean, and after being soaked by rain, it looks fresh, full and full of vitality.Rong Chuan ran back and forth for an hour in a good mood, browsing the main street scenes in the town, and when he returned to the Han family compound after breakfast, he saw Han Ying with messy hair from afar. Squatting in front of the door with a cigarette in his mouth, looking around.

"Fuck, where did you go this early in the morning? I thought you ran away without making a sound! I was about to finish smoking this cigarette and drive out to find someone!"

"My identity card, luggage bank, bank card, card, etc. are all detained by Ying Juju, where else can I go?"

Rong Chuan pointedly expressed his dissatisfaction, stepped into the room, put the packed breakfast on the table, and was about to start the formal negotiation for luggage, when he raised his eyes, he met the eyes of the man sitting in front of the Eight Immortals table with.

The man is about 60 years old, with a thin body, but in good spirits.Wearing a button-up short-sleeved shirt, with a hookah in his mouth, he took a magnifying glass and carefully read the book on the table.

"Hello, uncle."

Even though he didn't have a face-to-face meeting yesterday, Rong Chuan could quickly determine the identity of the man in front of him as the head of the family just by looking at his posture and aura.

"Xiaoying's friend, isn't it?" Han Qiwen had obviously checked out his family, raised his head and looked at him for a while, with a serious expression, but a very kind tone: "Welcome to our house as a guest. Have you had breakfast yet?"

"I've already eaten, and I made a package for my uncle and aunt by the way."

"Since you are here as a guest, don't be so polite. Just put your things there, treat this place as your own home, and just say anything you need."

After Han Qiwen finished speaking, he continued to lower his head and pick up a magnifying glass to read.When Rong Chuan saw his elder for the first time, he was embarrassed to express his attitude of leaving immediately, so he could only stand back on the sofa and chat with Han Ying.

"Yingjuju's echo is over?"

"Yeah, at 02:30 in the evening, the whole person was fucked up! In the middle of the recording, I answered several phone calls and returned emails, and the debts from the commercial distribution network came together. The planning was like a fucking discussion. It’s alright, just pick this time to come to the door to urge you to die.”

"We should gather the conscience of the industry, and pay off the debt as soon as we are free."

"Who said it's okay?" Han Ying threw the cigarette butt away: "I don't record anything these days, I just concentrate on playing with you for two days."

When Rong Chuan heard that the form was wrong, he quickly stated his position: "It's embarrassing, Yingjuju's work is the most important thing! I won't bother Yingjuju here, and I will leave after saying hello to my uncle and aunt."

"It's late... The old man has specifically asked my mother and my sister to go shopping." Han Ying shook his legs triumphantly: "It's a rule in my house that every guest has to be polite when they come. Rong Chuan, don't you?" Are you going to save face for my family?"

He looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, it was obvious that he was pulling his elders to be reinforcements.Rong Chuan was used to negotiating contracts with open conditions in the mall, and he really didn't want to waste his words with this kind of rascal who had no bottom line, so he stood up and walked directly to Han Qiwen, cleared his throat, and was about to say goodbye formally, Han Qiwen Pushing the glasses and looking up: "Xiaoying, go get the business cards in my pocket, I have to call the Shenzhen demolition office."

Han Ying grabbed the blue coat that was draped over the back of the sofa, touched it a few times, and handed over a thick stack of cards: "What's the matter? The compensation issue hasn't been settled yet?"

Han Qiwen carefully rummaged through to find one, picked up the phone and dialed numbers one by one: "There is nothing wrong with those buildings, but the government wants to directly expropriate the factory buildings, and wants to discuss with us in detail. A few days ago, I sent a secretary down to have a drink, and handed me a leader's business card to let me call and make an appointment when I'm free. I don't think this matter can be delayed, so I have to ask quickly."

Rong Chuan saw that he was busy with business, and he didn't want to interrupt him halfway, so he could only wait on the sidelines.After dialing the number, Han Qiwen cleared his throat quickly when he heard someone pick him up, "Hi, hello, I want to find..." When he said this, his voice faltered, and he quickly waved to Han Ying : "Third son, come over and see what this word reads?"

Han Ying ran over in two steps, glanced at the business card, and then loudly announced, "How much do you pronounce this word! Don't you know this?"

"What's your surname?" Han Qiwen repeated in a low voice following his son's guidance, and let go of his hand covering the microphone: "Hello, I want to find the director... What? No such person? Impossible, yesterday I He even had dinner with his secretary. He personally gave me my business card..."

"Uncle, this word is pronounced..." Rong Chuan couldn't bear it after watching for a long time, and reminded him softly.

"Oh, I made a mistake, please find Director Zhang..." Han Qiwen glared at his son while changing his words.

Han Ying chuckled, and instead of being ashamed, sat down at the table of the Eight Immortals, picked up a book that his father was studying and started fanning the wind.Rong Chuan has sharp eyes, and after a glance, he saw several circles drawn on the brand new page, and some densely marked on the side. On the thick spine of the book, "Must Read for Success - The Secret to the Success of the World's Top Rich People!" A few large characters.

He really felt sympathy for such success tutorials, but it was still inconvenient to complain in front of his elders, so he could only continue to put on a meek and polite posture and wait for Han Qiwen to finish the call.

When Han Qiwen was young, his education level was not high, and he raised a son like Han Ying who was ignorant and incompetent. In the past two years, under the nagging of his poker players, he realized that educating the next generation should start from himself, so he started to practice daily A compulsory course for reading and reading newspapers.It's just that the level of social circle is limited, and my own taste can't be improved. There are hundreds of books piled up at home, most of which are anecdotes, street stall literature and brainwashing success studies.Right now, being rescued by Rong Chuan temporarily did not delay things. Compared with being lazy and slumped on a chair as Ge Youlie's son, his favorability instantly went up.As soon as the phone hung up, I couldn't help but warmly invited: "Xiao Chuan, I see that you are about the same age as our Han Ying, but you are much more sensible. You said that he is idle all day long, and you want to enroll him in a cultural cram school to learn something. I don’t go to anything, or I just yell at the computer, or I don’t go home for ten days and a half months, I can’t beat it, I can’t listen to it, my mother and I are really worried. You are him Persuasion from friends can always have some effect. You play here for two more days, find some time to accompany me to have a drink with me, and help me teach my incompetent son a lesson by the way!"

The young ones over there are still playing rogues, while the old ones here are already enthusiastically going out to buy wine with their wallets in their pockets.Rong Chuan was hit twice in a row in one morning, and his persistence in trying to escape was ruthlessly annihilated. Before he could turn around and find the boss to settle the score, Han Ying was already full of energy and even threatened and cheated: "The old man wants you to drink with him, just give him a drink." To save face, stay for another two days honestly. Anyway, there is nothing to do, how about I take you out to get some fresh seafood and come back to serve the old man with wine?"

A tragedy caused by a typo caused Rong Chuan to continue to stay at Han's house.It was rare for Han Qiwen and Xu Huiling to see their son bring back a well-behaved and gentle friend, so naturally they wholeheartedly and enthusiastically persuaded him to keep him.Han Ying dragged his whole family to be an ally, and he was even more confident when he played tricks. Rong Chuan wanted to leave several times, but he dragged his parents back to stop him. Stay in this small town for a few more days.

When it was time for dinner that day, Xu Huilin once again prepared a table full of hard dishes.Han Ting planed a couple of absent-minded bites, and wanted to slip out as soon as he threw his chopsticks.Han Qiwen was thinking about his youngest son's upcoming mid-term exam, so he caught him by the ear and warned him solemnly: "Where are you going if you haven't done your homework? Don't be like your brother, go wild, from today on." When the exam is over, I will stay at home honestly when I come back from school!"

Han Ting groaned and hesitated, his face full of grievances.In the end, Han Ying dragged him aside and interrogated him for a long time before he secretly revealed the truth.It turns out that at ten o'clock tonight, the biggest meteor shower of the year is about to usher in, and Guangdong Province is the best observation area in the whole of China.Such a romantic flourishing age naturally attracts young couples in love. As early as a week ago, Han Ting made an appointment with his little girlfriend to watch the meteor shower together. Unexpectedly, a math quiz three days ago failed. Hong, was called home by the class teacher to complain, and was guarded by her own father, and was ruthlessly grounded when the incident came to an end.

Han Ying saw that he pursed his mouth while he was talking, with a gloomy expression on his face, leaned his head over and murmured, and soon made his younger brother laugh out of tears, and went up the stairs.Rong Chuan felt curious and couldn't help asking about the secret. Han Ying beckoned to him mysteriously, and explained in a low voice: "You don't need to have a date with each other, the big deal is to get together and kiss the little mouths. Say a few nasty words that you love me and I love you and will never be apart. Since I don’t want to pick the environment, my roof is big enough anyway, and his girlfriend lives not far away. In the name of learning and exchange, it’s enough to come here. Anyway, I heard that the girl is the study committee member of their class, and my parents will definitely not be suspicious. At that time, leaving such a big place for him, isn’t it enough for him to be affectionate?”

"Ying Juju really has experience!" Rong Chuan couldn't help laughing after hearing his wishful thinking: "It seems that true knowledge comes from practice."

Han Ying was tickled by his laughter, and stretched out his hand to hook his neck: "Let's go! It's still early, before my brother does it, I will take you up to practice!"

The huge rooftop is located on the top floor of the small western-style building. It is idle most of the time and is used by Han Qiwen to raise some potted plants.Han Ying pulled up a few mats and two reclining chairs and lined them up against the low wall. He went to the refrigerator and picked up a watermelon and came back. It’s lights, red, green, and green are very foreign, but when I think of how comfortable my roof is, I don’t want to go anywhere.”

Under his signal, Rong Chuan lay down and looked up at the sky, the dark blue night sky wrapped him like a soft brocade.The night in this small town is very quiet, and the air away from industry and car exhaust pollution also makes the starry sky appear clear and rare in big cities.The outstanding Milky Way embedded in the vast sea of ​​stars is so abundant and conspicuous, as if you can stir up little ripples just by raising your hand slightly.The Cowherd and Vega staring across the bank are gazing at each other affectionately at a distance of [-] light years.

As a boy who longed for the vast universe since he was a child, Rong Chuan, like many boys, used to set up expensive astronomical telescopes on many quiet nights to explore the stars in the sky that would probably never be reachable. Right now, he felt that his body was floating slightly, turning into a tiny star in the universe, freely blending into it.

In a trance, he seemed to be back on the balcony of his apartment a few months ago.The boy who was always timid like a kitten sat beside him, following his instructions under the cover of the stars, and curiously distinguishing those fantastic and magnificent nebulae in the sky.

At that time, they still had a long-awaited future and countless dreams, but soon, everything changed.

"Hey, hey! You didn't talk for a long time, didn't you fall asleep?"

The wandering deep thought was finally pulled back, and a small bowl was handed to him, which was half a bowl of watermelon that Han Ying had just dug up: "Try it quickly, my sister went to the market early to pick it, all of them are sweet!"

There was a hole in the middle of the huge melon flesh, and the sweetest part was dug out and thrown into a bowl. Han Ying squeezed a spoon by himself after delivering the tribute, digging the white part around the edge and ate it with great vigor. .

"Yingjuju really enjoys it, this kind of treatment is a five-star praise!"

"Then you can stay for a few more days! There are so many fun things to do in my house!" Hearing the praise, Han Ying smiled more happily while biting his mouthful of watermelon juice: "It's still early, wait a little later if you want After midnight snack, let's make another skewer!"

"Eh? Skewers? Here?"

"Yes!" As if wanting to testify for himself, Han Ying threw the spoon and walked quickly to a corner of the rooftop, leaned out with half of his body, and yelled into the air: "Old Chen, bake me 50 yuan A string of money, ready to send here!"

"Okay!" The echoes of shops two blocks away stood up, and the sound of singing and blasting was very clear in the air.

"This takeaway service can't beat Meituan!" Rong Chuan gave a thumbs up in admiration.

"Hey..." Han Yingman grinned proudly: "Old Chen's business is good, and I'm afraid we won't be able to deliver it for a while. We have to make room in a while, and this takeaway is for Tingzi. Wait for him My girlfriend is here and I'll take you down to eat."

Before Rong Chuan had time to express his opinion, he felt a faint light flickering in front of his eyes, and a star not far away was rapidly piercing the sky, leaving a long trail behind.

"Third brother, it's very clever to make a wish on a shooting star, why don't you make a wish before going down?"

Han Ting didn't know when he sneaked up, taking advantage of his parents' absence, he hugged the shy little girlfriend next to him in his arms.

"Go, go, don't be fooling around here. This kind of thing just deceives you little bastards, I'm not so hypocritical."

"Cut! Believe it or not, the opportunity is tonight, don't cry if you miss it."

"Hmm..." Han Ying scratched his head, and bumped into the people around him in doubt: "Do you believe it?"

"Believe."

"Then what wish do you want to make, let me hear it?"

"Oh... just now I've finished my promise." Rong Chuan bent his eyes and smiled regretfully, as if he wasn't ready to share.

"Third brother, hurry up, don't worry about it, as long as the meteor hasn't landed, all your wishes will come true."

"Damn, there are so many wishes to make, is this challenging Lao Tzu's speaking speed?"

"Come on, you should gather the number one traffic in my circle, how can you admit cowardice at a time like this!"

"Come on!"

Rong Chuan's expression of watching the excitement with his hands folded on his chest successfully aroused his desire to challenge. Han Ying immediately turned around, looked at a falling starlight in the distance, took a deep breath, and then quickly spoke——

"May my father and mother be in good health and live a long life; the elder sister can meet the person she likes early and get married this year; Tingzai studies hard and can get into a good school next year, and don't mess around before then; then I wish Chuan Juju... ...I mean me and Rong Chuan..."

"cough……"

Han Ying was startled by a hoarse cough, and instinctively stopped.

The shimmer goes out.

Under Han Ying's staring eyes with disappointment, Rong Chuan restrained his smile and turned his head slightly to one side.

There was silence all around.

The unspoken wish and the meteor that had burned to the end quietly disappeared into the night sky.