it's you

?He Mingcheng returned home, changed into home clothes, and when he fell down on the sofa to rest alone, he thought of Chen Siman who gave him a mobile phone today, and laughed out of a sense of humor.

A very pretty kid with short shaved hair, obviously curious to death, but only dared to look over quietly, and also likes to be nervous, biting the straw until it deflated...

The child was probably a little brighter and warmer in his peaceful and tasteless day.

Also let yourself cheer...

He Mingcheng thought about Chen Siman comforting him not to be sad because of the breakup. He would bury his head in his chest if he was nervous and shy. He stood up and stretched in a good mood, and decided to cook a good meal to reward him for his hard first day. Work.

Maybe this is the intersection of the two people?After returning the phone, it seems that there is no reason to contact me again.

When Chen Siman returned home, he changed into a pair of short-sleeved shirts he usually wears, counted his income today with a smile on his face, boasted to the family portrait on the wall, and put the money on the window sill with a serious attitude A small pear blossom box with a lock.

The small box was Chen Siman's grandmother's dowry, and later Chen Siman's mother was brought here when she married into the Chen family.Since she was a child, Chen Siman has watched her mother lock all the money in the house and then take it out again.

The small pear wood box is smooth to the touch, and there is a layer of soft light. Chen Siman used to like the touch of the box very much. He would always come up to him and touch it, and then his father would rub it. Hold his head and tell him: "This wood is just like a human being, and it will only become popular if you have more contact with people."

"What is popularity?"

"It's just vitality, do you understand vitality? If you don't understand, look it up in the dictionary. Only when people get in touch with other people will they have more emotions. Hey, full, look at this wood, your mother has touched it too much , See if it is more watery than before, do you know why not?"

"Why?"

Father Chen turned his head to look at Mother Chen who was chopping vegetables in the kitchen but suddenly stopped, and replied loudly on purpose: "Because your mother is a beautiful woman! You will feel happy when the wood is touched!"

After that, the whole family will be in a mess.My mother scolded my father for being poor, and my father took Chen Simman to praise my mother persistently, and then waited for the meal to be served, and watched TV dramas on the TV together...

Alas, but this is all in the past.

Chen Siman put away today's income, turned his head and glanced at the refrigerator next to the TV, and there seemed to be nothing in his memory, so he took out another red ticket and prepared to buy some food.

In summer, the days are long, and there will always be red fire clouds in the sky, which are reflected in warm colors throughout the evening.

Chen Siman pulled on a pair of slippers, picked up the garbage bag, and went downstairs to buy vegetables.

The vegetable market is very close, and Chen Siman arrived there within a few steps. There were many old men and old ladies sitting there with a small stool. It's not called buying, just reach out and pick the clods or grass stalks on the vegetable leaves when you are free...

The people who buy vegetables are all people of aunt's age, and Chen Siman doesn't know how to pick vegetables. Anyway, the vegetable market is crowded, so he randomly finds an aunt to follow, and Chen Siman will leave first when she goes to a stall to see something. After a while, he pretended to be a coincidence and flipped through together. If he liked it, he would buy some according to his appearance. If he didn't like it, he would go to the nearby stall to have a look, and then follow his aunt...

When he came back from the vegetable market, he already had a lot of fruits and vegetables in his hands.

There is a circle of people around the landscape pavilion in the courtyard of the community. Chen Siman is curious. Usually there are a few old grandpas playing chess here. How come the old and the young gathered together today?On the outer edge, a primary school student still wearing the uniform of the experimental primary school was holding a small box, lowering his head and making a small "tsk tsk tsk" sound.

"Oh! Little Chen'er!" A chubby old man with a strong body came out from the crowd, his bright head was covered with almost invisible silver hair. He was in a circle of people just now. Seeing Chen Siman, who was carrying a big push of things, he quickly stopped him, for fear that Chen Siman would miss the excitement if he walked a little faster.

"Grandpa Ma! You called me?" Chen Siman's hands were actually hurt by the plastic bag, and he wanted to go home all the way, but who knew that Grandpa Ma called him, alas... the old man must I have something to do, I have to ignore it... Although my hands hurt a little, Chen Siman still looked at Old Man Ma with a smile on his face, and then took the opportunity to exchange the things in his two hands. Take it easy...

"Yes! I'll call you! I left you a good thing!" Old man Ma grabbed Chen Siman's wrist like a child offering a treasure, and dragged him into the middle of the crowd.

Chen Siman looked at the small box on the ground with surprise.

"Grandpa Ma, has your dog given birth?" Chen Siman hurriedly put down the things in his hand, knelt down and couldn't help stretching out his fingers to touch the little puppy who was howling in the box. The puppy has a wet nose and round eyes, and it really feels like Chen Simman wants to hold him in his arms and coax him like a baby.

Grandpa Ma stood next to the paper box with a look on his face, "Isn't that right, my little girl got it off a few days ago! Four of them were down, it's too noisy! It's not your grandma Ma who asked me to take down all the small ones, look See whoever wants it in the community, give it to whoever..."

Grandpa Ma patted Chen Simman on the shoulder, looked at Chen Simman's pretty face, and said with a distressed expression: "Our neighborhood, from the past! There are always neighbors on the left and right. We all know, it’s just your house! It’s a big place for one person! So, Grandpa, I worked so hard to leave you with this one!”

Chen Siman looked up at Grandpa Ma's proud face, a little moved, but also a little hesitant, "I'm going to drive out during the day, if it gets hungry, won't it die..."

When the children around heard that Chen Siman was a little delayed, they hurriedly booed, "Then give it to me!", "My family has a dog! My mother can raise it!", "Master Ma! Just give it to me! Brother Chen doesn't want it either!"

"Go, go! We agreed to give it to Brother Siman! I'll give it to him!" With his hands behind his back, Grandpa Ma glared at the children, and the faces of the children immediately faded away.

Chen Siman looked at Grandpa Ma's expression of "You must" and couldn't help standing up, carrying his own food, and said, "Grandpa Ma, I can't raise it now, if you have to give it to me, can you let your girl eat it?" How hard it is... Help me feed this little cub a little bit bigger?"

Grandpa Ma sighed and said, "Your Grandma Ma just wants you to keep a dog as a companion...why can't you?"

Grandma Ma and Grandpa Ma used to be neighbors near Chen Siman’s house. At that time, it was still a stretch of bungalows. Chen Siman’s family raised a chow chow, who was cute and cute like Chen Siman. At night, Chen Siman led the chow to eat. During the summer, Grandpa Ma and Grandma Ma, who came out to enjoy the cool air, would always call Chen Siman over and ask him if he had finished his homework, whether he was full at night, and so on. Later, something happened to Chen Siman's house, and Grandma Ma still felt distressed I took care of him for a long time...

That's why you are afraid that you will always feel lonely?I want to send a puppy to accompany me...

Chen Siman thought so, and suddenly put on a begging expression, and coaxed Grandpa Ma and said, "Only a month! When the puppy is a little older and can eat by itself, I will take it away!"

Grandpa Ma liked Chen Simman's coquettish behavior the most, so he had no choice but to pick up the box, stared at Chen Simman and said, "See if you don't take it back!"

"sure!"

"Alas...that old woman will have to harass me again..." Grandpa Ma sighed and walked home with the box in his arms. Chen Siman looked at Grandpa Ma's back and muttered, "Grandma Ma loves you..."

Grandpa Ma took the puppy away, and the spectators dispersed. Some children who really liked puppies even greeted Chen Siman: "Brother Siman, if you don't want that dog, you must keep it for me!"

"Who said I don't want it!" Chen Siman carried the vegetables on the ground and walked away triumphantly.

When he got home, Chen Siman turned on the TV and listened to the boring commercials on it. Although it seemed noisy, it didn't make the room look too deserted...

Chen Siman was leaning on the sofa, listening to the TV in his ears, but staring at the phone in his hand. He edited a message, clicked on the contacts, and after finding the initials of the surname, he clicked to send without even reading it.

I thought I would be able to send text messages with Sun Yangyang for a long time, but who knew that Chen Siman had finished reading the news from the local station, and Sun Yangyang's reply didn't come...

Chen Si turned on the phone in disbelief, opened the message again, and was frightened by the content on the screen...

How did the recipient become a handsome male anchor?

Who owes so much paws!Who has such a big brain!

Such a damn name——Chen Siman changed it involuntarily and on a whim when he was listening to the radio today...

After washing the dishes, He Mingcheng put down his rolled up sleeves and walked towards the living room.

He casually picked up the remote control on the sofa, turned on the TV, and broadcast several channels, all of which were broadcasting news broadcasts. He felt bored, so he stopped pressing the remote control, threw the remote control aside, and picked it up again. phone.

An unread text message.

No name notes.

Spam?

He Mingcheng raised his eyebrows, opened the inbox and was about to press delete, but saw a small part of the message.The content is not about credit card loans, real estate introductions, etc., but nagging between good friends.

He Mingcheng clicked on the text message playfully, and it contained a text message written by Chen Siman to Sun Yangyang.

"Honey! I have a son!"