Meet the scumbag Bai Yueguang

He went upstairs at 09:30 and slept until [-]:[-]. He reached out and groped for the bedside table. He wanted to touch the phone, but found a dried vase. The flowers in the vase were still beautiful. Added some fine sand for easy placement.After looking at the dried vase for a while, he put it back, and continued to touch his phone to check the time. The screen was clean, but Kong Qinghua did not send him a message.

Fan Yao pulled himself up from the bed, sat on the bed scratching his head and yawning.

Fan Yao's quilt and bed sheets are light gray, and his pajamas are also light gray. Wearing it on his body makes his fair face look more beautiful and clear, but this pretty face is frowning at the moment.

The more you sleep, the more sleepy you are, it is better to get up early.

He sat on the bed as a bed post, got out of bed and began to put on clothes, put on pants, and put on sweaters. After finishing, he floated to the bathroom to wash and go to the bathroom like a ghost.

After tidying himself up, putting on his coat and cotton shoes, Fan Yao pushed open the door of the living room and walked into the courtyard.

Liu Liu is a skewer, a Chinese pastoral dog and other dogs. At this time, he was sleeping in his kennel. When he heard the movement outside, his head moved, and he poked his head out of the den. He saw that it was Fan Yao. , "Wow" and rushed out, jumping and jumping, surrounded by his little master, so excited.

"Hungry?" Fan Yao held its two front paws, stretched out his hand and patted the fluffy dog's head, went to the kitchen to mix meat and dog food for it, and changed it to clean water for it to drink after.

Liuyou wagged his tail happily around the dog food, Fan Yao stood by and watched for a while, washed his hands, filled himself a bowl of red bean jujube porridge from the rice cooker, and took the bowl to the yard to drink slowly .

The porridge is cooked by his mother regularly before going to work, the taste is very strong, and the temperature is just right for drinking.

Fan Yao took the bowl and came to the dirt field next to the kitchen. Only the road in the middle of his yard was paved with cement, and the other two sides were dirt fields, with flowers and vegetables growing on one side and vegetables on the other.

There are not many vegetables this season, and the small pieces of spinach and cabbage left in the vegetable patch have also been freeze-dried.Unlike the miserable vegetable field, the flowers and plants are still lush and green. The rose branches and leaves are dark green, and there is a pink flower bud on it.

Fan Yao's eyes swept across the garden, and when he reached a certain place, he suddenly paused, tiptoed to the ground, passed a few small bald peach saplings, and came to the potted calyx flower, stretched out his hand a few times, and the calyx flower The leaves drooped in the pot, looking dead.It was autumn when Du Bifan gave him the flower, and the temperature was quite comfortable. He brought it back that night and put it in the yard. This kind of plant likes sunshine, but he forgot when he left it, and let it be caught in a group of holly rose peonies The little body in the middle fends for itself, and it's cold this winter too, look at what's going on with this dry and frozen body.

Fan Yao poked the soil in the pot, checked the roots, and found that they were not dead. After drinking the porridge and washing the dishes, he came back and bent down to pick up the pot of calyx flowers and put them in his room. He loosened the soil a little. Added some water soluble fertilizer.

"It's really easy to feed, just like the guy who gave you to me." Fan Yao reached out and touched the dying leaf, ravaging|ravaging it.At ten o'clock, the cell phone in his pocket finally rang.

With a swipe of his finger, he answered the call. Kong Qinghua's lazy voice came through the receiver, a little distorted, with a slight nasal sound, and he just woke up when he heard it: "I'm awake, have you woken up? Just clean up when you wake up." Pack up and gather later."

It has always been like this, as long as the two of them make an appointment alone, as long as Fan Yao doesn't call to remind him, Kong Qinghua can sleep peacefully until the end of time. The appointment was at nine o'clock last night, and it's already ten o'clock now. This guy finally Willing to get up from the bed.

Fan Yao went downstairs and went to the kitchen to touch the beef buns to eat: "I'm almost done eating, do you think you can arrive at eleven o'clock?" He sneered.

Kong Qinghua didn't hear the depression in his words at all, and muttered: "It's a bit annoying, I smell it, my mother is making fried sausages, it's so delicious, I want to go after lunch, how about we Let's assemble at 11:30."

The corner of Fan Yao's mouth twitched: "..."

Fan Yao: "Eat your head, you must arrive at 10:30, otherwise I will pull out your intestines, chop them up and fry them."

Kong Qinghua was still struggling: "Hey, let me tell you, it's really fragrant..."

Fan Yao hung up the phone directly.

If it wasn't for the appointment yesterday, he wouldn't even want to wait for this product.Fan Yao ate three beef buns, washed his hands, and went to the garage to push his bicycle out.

Liuliu saw that the little master was about to leave, and when he caught up with him, he wanted to jump onto the car. Fan Yao pushed his paws down and coaxed, "I'll take you for a walk when I come back."

Liu Liu seemed to understand, and soon died down, and stopped jumping into the car.Fan Yao pushed the bicycle out of the gate smoothly, and the door was locked.

Today is sunny, although there is no heat and it is still cold, but sunshine always makes people feel better.Fan Yao rode his bicycle slowly along the street. The city museum was not too far from his home, and it took less than 10 minutes.

Fan Yao's car slanted, slowly turned a corner, and walked up the path in front of the Municipal Museum. A person walked towards him. Fan Yao glanced at the person, turned his head away, and continued walking as if he hadn't seen it.

It is impossible to pretend to be successful. After all, the person who came was Mui Tang, and when the two of them were still a few meters away, the other party came down from the sidewalk and blocked Fan Yao's road with his arms outstretched.

Fan Yao's way forward was blocked, and he glanced back. Seeing that there would be no car coming, he turned the car around and walked back, stepping on the pedals quickly, letting the person behind him chase him.

"Yaoyao! You wait!"

"I don't do anything, I just want to talk to you!"

have nothing to say.Fan Yao's pedaling speed was not slow at all. When passing an intersection, he turned around and went to the opposite side, letting the people behind him run out of breath, and then fell far away.

Bai Lin looked at the people who were chasing him further and further with a sullen face, and then he stopped slowly. After a while, he turned around and glanced at the city museum at the end of the road.

Looking at Fan Yao's direction, is he going there?

Just as he was thinking like this, the cell phone in his pocket rang, Bai Lin took out the cell phone to look at it, and answered the call impatiently: "Dad?"

Bai Mingyu's deep voice came through the microphone: "Where did you go again? I don't know if your grandma is celebrating the third anniversary of her death?!"

Bai Lin brushed his hair irritably: "I know, I'm rushing back, I'm almost there."

Bai Mingyu: "Then hurry up!"

Bai Mingyu came through the ups and downs in the business field, and his words already had the aura of a superior, but now he became angry again, his tone was hoarse, Bai Lin's heart trembled when he was yelled at by the other party, his previous arrogance suddenly disappeared, he Slowly hung up the phone with his palm down, lowered his eyes in silence for a moment, then turned his head to look at the museum in the distance.

Forget it, let's go back first.As for Fan Yao, he was going to meet tomorrow anyway. The Bai and Fan families were old friends, and he didn't believe that Fan Yao would come if the old lady of the Bai family passed the three-year anniversary of her death.

Fan Yao dumped Bai Lin and took a detour to the museum. Because the detour wasted time, Kong Qinghua was already waiting for him at the door.

Fan Yao went to the parking lot and parked the car, and saw the other party take out his mobile phone to check the time, and then looked him up and down, his eyes were like weighing the fat and meat of a pork pig.

"..." Fan Yao glanced at the time of the movement flashing on the electronic door lock of the museum, it was 10:36.

Kong Qinghua made a knife shape with his right hand, and sharpened it back and forth on the palm of his left hand a few times, with the posture of "sharpening the knife to pigs and sheep": "You choose by yourself, where to start the knife."

Fan Yao quickly held down the hand blade he was waving, patted comfortingly, and explained, "Unexpectedly, I met Bai Lin on the road, so I took a detour."

Hearing the words, Kong Qinghua looked at the direction he came from, and took a few glances: "White bug? Didn't you hit him? Didn't he follow you?"

If a beating could scare Bai Lin away, Fan Yao would have done it a long time ago, but beating is also beneficial, at least the other party would not dare to move at will: "If you shake it off, there must be something wrong."

Kong Qinghua sneered: "What can he do, it's all about men and women's bed."

Fan Yao: "Tomorrow is the third anniversary of his grandma's death."

Kong Qinghua thought about it, and was surprised: "Then you are going there too. I remember you said that when you were young, your grandfather loved to take you to Bai's house to play. Your grandfather will definitely let you go."

Fan Yao had no reaction to this, and said indifferently, "It's okay."

He was just annoyed by Bai Lin, not afraid of him.

There were not many people queuing up to get tickets outside this point, and the two stood behind the line and moved slowly with the line.Fan Yao replied after hearing the words: "If I don't go, my grandpa will definitely nag, I will go and wait."

After all, he was a junior, and no one was staring at him, so he left as soon as he left.

One of the two families is engaged in business and the other is engaged in academics. They have different paths and have no common language. After all, they are getting farther and farther apart. Now, except for a few old people, the Fan and Bai families still maintain close ties, and the relationship between the next generation has weakened a lot.

But even so, when others have something to do with the Bai family, others don't have to go, but he has to, "Who made you your grandparents' favorite little grandson?" Fan Yao felt dizzy when he thought of what his mother said Big deal.

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