best day

"Okay, okay, I get it." Dewey walked around the living room impatiently, and said to his mother on the phone: "It's not that I won't go home, look at my dad's expression, neither of us is happy to meet, Why bother? I'll see you when he's not in Beijing, I'll hang up, goodbye."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly turned off his phone, jumped into the kitchen and asked, "What are you eating today?"

Zheng Luolai, who was listening to the IPOD chopping vegetables, pulled down the earphones and snorted, "Excuse me? Do you see what you wrote?"

There is a housework schedule posted on the cupboard, which clearly shows who cooks every day for a week.

It's a pity that when it's Dewey's turn, he will always find a way to escape.

Ermeng blinked, then smiled: "I'm urging you to improve your culinary skills. If you are like you, you have to be a stupid bird to fly first, otherwise what should you do if you are too far behind me?"

Zheng Luolai put the vegetables into a glass bowl, cut a few strips of cheese, then added salad dressing and mixed it, it really showed a feeling that practice makes perfect.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Dewey hurriedly said, "If I do it, I'll do it, you get up."

Zheng Luolai picked up a strawberry and stuffed it into his mouth: "Go watch TV, don't be poor."

Dewey ate it unceremoniously, and suddenly asked: "What's the matter with that, didn't he say he wanted to live here?"

Zheng Luolai said: "If he wants to live, let him live? Are you dead?"

Dewey rubbed his head: "Isn't he one of your grandfather's subordinates, it's not good to mess with him."

Zheng Luolai curled the corners of his mouth indifferently, turned on the fire and started to prepare the steak: "Hey, things are messing up at my house, who cares about such a person?"

Hearing this, Dewey got excited: "Hey, did you fight to the death with them like a commercial war in a TV drama today?"

Zheng Luolai's expression was calm: "No, I just read a document and chatted."

Dewey didn't believe it, and looked at him suspiciously.

Zheng Luolai put the steak into the hot pot, and said after a while: "Actually, my grandfather can easily clean up these people. I don't know why he insists on looking for me."

Dewey said confusedly, "I don't know either."

Zheng Luolai couldn't help laughing: "You know what to eat, you know what to eat."

Ermeng was about to have an attack, when the hooligan's cell phone rang, he picked up the phone angrily and gave him a kick, then kicked him quickly, and ran away after kicking.

Zheng Luolai answered helplessly: "Hello?"

Bai Yan's gentle voice sounded: "What are you doing? Old Mr. Zheng wants to see you. Car 10 will be downstairs at your house in [-] minutes."

Zheng Luolai understood that asking the reason was a waste of time, so he had no choice but to thank him, then walked to the living room and said, "I'll talk to Bai Yan about some business, you can eat first when the meal is ready."

"Ah! Go out again!" Dewey turned around on the sofa, complaining dissatisfiedly.

Zheng Luolai's dark eyes turned into crescent moons with a smile: "Hey, why do you sound like a resentful woman? You can't leave me?"

Dewey scolded him: "Go away, do you want to show some face?"

After a while, he muttered again: "I want to raise a dog, I'm bored!"

"I can't take care of myself well." Zheng Luolai said mercilessly, then turned around and went into the kitchen to continue his cooking career.

-

In the secluded courtyard, during the previous quarrel, I thought I would never have a chance to step here again.

Breathing out the cold air, Zheng Luolai passed by the ancient pine that he was very familiar with in childhood, with mixed feelings.

He collected himself and followed Bai Yan into the house.

Zheng Songyan sat on a mahogany chair and drank tea. The small purple clay pot was still the usual one.

"Grandpa." Zheng Luolai called softly, some snowflakes fell on the black windbreaker, melting quietly in the warm room temperature.

Zheng Songyan raised his hand to signal Bai Yan to go out, and then said with a chuckle: "How is today, did they make things difficult for you?"

Zheng Luolai never bothered to talk nonsense, raised his eyebrows: "It's impossible for you not to know, why do you still ask me?"

Zheng Songyan sighed as if distracted.

He rarely sighs.

Zheng Luolai asked seriously: "Grandpa, why do you want me to do these things?"

Zheng Songyan smiled: "You don't understand?"

He had never done anything for his family, and he didn't even bother to do anything. Now he sat in the old man's seat and became his spokesperson for no reason, and the mysterious Bai Yan gave him all the information he needed. Is this considered hard work?

Zheng Songyan said again: "You think I hate you?"

Zheng Luolai didn't say a word, disobeying someone who never accepts disobedience will not always get love in return.

Zheng Songyan's hair and beard were all white, and he gently touched the purple clay pot with his wrinkled hands: "Before you left Beijing, you were a child loved by grandpa, but when you dared to give up everything, grandpa was there for you again." I found the shadow of my youth in my eyes."

Zheng Luolai couldn't believe it: "Just because of this shadow?"

Zheng Songyan shook his head: "The person I value most is your father, but he...is too depressed after the divorce, and you are not bad, you are different from him."

A trace of pain flashed across Zheng Luolai's face: "I value him, why did you let my aunt squeeze him out like that?"

Zheng Songyan looked into his eyes: "The heir is the one who provokes the leader after I am gone. Why would grandpa need an heir waiting for my protection?"

"That's why you didn't care how the Du family treated me back then, you want to see if I can survive?" Zheng Luolai asked lightly.

Zheng Songyan took a sip of tea: "Everyone has a different opinion, you have the answer yourself."

Zheng Luolai shook his head suddenly: "I won't get married, I won't copy your life, you'd better find someone else."

After speaking, he will leave.

"Keep going." Zheng Songyan said suddenly, his voice was firm and loud: "How do you know that I want you to continue my life, you know how to live your own life."

Zheng Luolai looked up in surprise.

He didn't understand this old man before, and now he is even more puzzled by his thoughts.

He said that he would never communicate with each other until death, and hid in New York.

I thought it was disconnected.

But after turning around in a daze, it seemed that he had become a chess piece in his hand again, and he couldn't help but want to complete his last chess game.

-

People who sleep have the most real state, and happy people sleep happily.

That was the case with Dewey.

No longer smiling like in the daytime, her beautiful face is extremely calm, like a carefree child.

Zheng Luolai liked to see him falling asleep very much, and when he came back this night, he watched him peacefully for a while before kissing him awake.

Dewey opened his eyes in a daze but struggled: "You're back... have you eaten yet?"

"Eat, there is a gift for you." Zheng Luolai smiled with his hands behind his back.

Dewey got excited: "What, what?"

A small golden retriever was held up in front of him.

Dewey stared at him with wide eyes for two seconds, then jumped up from the bed and hugged him: "Ah! You are so kind!"

Then I grabbed the puppy and played happily.

He is like this, when he is happy, he is really happy, so that people around him can also feel the warm sunshine.

-

"Dog food...for puppies..."

The next day, Dewey picked things up at the pet supermarket, put the puppy in Zheng Luolai's brand-name satchel, and looked around with his small head, not afraid of destroying tens of thousands of dollars of things with a piss. at once.

There are already a lot of things that are needed in the cart he is pushing, and he is still taking them from the shelves without thinking.

Unexpectedly, when he was in a state of ecstasy, he suddenly heard a loud noise behind him.

Dewey looked back in a daze and saw that it was a little girl who had knocked over a pile of cans.

He instinctively wanted to go over to help, but the girl raised her head hastily, glanced at her, and ran away in a hurry.

Dewey froze.

Because she is Zhang Yiren.

What is she going to do, to follow herself.

Ermeng folded her arms and pondered vigilantly.