Marry and fall in love with senior Gao Leng

In the evening of Tongzilou, it was as noisy and numb as ever, and the expressions on the faces of the residents were as numb and same as the old and dilapidated buildings around them.

Fortunately, the sunset glow in the sky tonight is extraordinarily gorgeous, giving this corner forgotten by time a little bit of life.

Li Jinfeng, who is neatly dressed, is like a colorful figure suddenly intruding in a black and white TV series, which seems a bit out of place with his surroundings.

The muddy dirt road under our feet is always filled with unclean dark gray sewage. The men sitting on the threshold and enduring the scolding by their wives and daughter-in-law in the house always have an indelible gray on their faces. The dry and cracked palm covered with black mud carefully held the wine cup, took a small sip, and would involuntarily make a "tsk" if he was in a good mood...

It is the rare leisure in a day, and only at this moment, the numb eyes that are about to go numb return to the starting point like a flash of light.

Li Jinfeng is already a frequent visitor here, and he can turn a blind eye to the attention of the men sitting on the threshold eating. He was uncomfortable before and now he is familiar with it.

It's just that today's faces are bright, the eyes of this group of people are much hotter than before, Li Jinfeng quickens his pace a little uncomfortably.

Drilling into the familiar doorway, many unclear sights were blocked by the mottled wall. Li Jinfeng walked up the steps in two or three steps and walked to his own floor.

But he didn't expect to be stumbled at the corner of the stairs.

Can have three years old?

The kid with the big carrot head was sitting on a simple stool made of waste paper, holding a rough porcelain bowl from the last century, and timidly raised his big eyes to look at him, the pullover on his body could no longer see its original color , but those clear and vivid eyes were incompatible with the lifeless surroundings.

The immature little arms are really out of proportion to the chopsticks used by adults. It's pitiful. There is only a shallow bottom in the rough bowl, sticky batter?

Li Jinfeng squatted down, pulled most of the hot roast chicken from the packing bag, and put it in the big bowl held by the child.

The aroma of the roast chicken is particularly strong, the child smelled it early in the morning, and kept poking and swallowing his saliva, and at this time his eyes were straightened.

The child was timid, until Li Jinfeng completely disappeared around the corner, the child immediately gnawed hard on the chicken head protruding from the edge of the bowl, leaving a few small tooth marks on the comb, and kept calling "Mom!" "Stumbled and ran into the house holding the bowl.

……

The place where Jiang Yang lived was still the same, nothing changed, except that the portrait of the old man was temporarily placed in the half-empty closet by Jiang Yang under Li Jinfeng's persistent request several times.

It's a bit deceiving, thinking that you can't hear it through a thin layer of wood...

A rusty and muddy gas stove was also added at the door, as well as similar-looking cabinets for storing sundries, which were also placed in the open space at the door like ordinary residents.

Inside the house, the bed that the old man lived in before his death has also been cleared out and replaced with a dining table.

At this time, there are two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the brand-new dining table. The overbearing and strong taste of fried mutton with green onions conceals the aroma of garlic oysters. Potato.

Li Jinfeng was amused, this is stewed bullwhip as beef brisket.

Not too hot, I reached out and picked up a small piece of emulsified bullwhip, blowing it, and throwing it into my mouth. It tasted similar to beef tendon.

Jiang Yang's craftsmanship is good, without any fishy smell.

After the casserole was covered, Li Jinfeng took out a plate from the cabinet he had just bought, tore open a half-roasted chicken in the bag, and was licking the fragrant oil on his fingers, when Jiang Yang, wearing a yellow take-out uniform, just pushed the door Come in.

The air is so crisp.

This handsome face of Li Jinfeng, coupled with the gesture of smacking his fingers... is indescribably wretched...

Jiang Yang's movement of closing the door was half a beat slow, "Can you be normal every day?"

Li Jinfeng smiled awkwardly, and went to the public sink to wash his oily paws.

When he came back, Jiang Yang had already eaten it. Steam was rising from his bowl, and the dumplings that looked like ingots were soaked in the soup. Just looking at them was gratifying.

Li Jinfeng opened the stool and sat down, taking a bite of the dumpling.

Chive eggs!

"How did it happen?"

Jiang Yang just went out to buy dumplings, the time card is just right, and Li Jinfeng will be warm when he comes back.

"After a few words of conversation, we started."

Li Jinfeng said casually, his mind and heart were on a table full of fragrant food, he wished to swallow his tongue.

"You are noble, the more you live, the more promising you will be."

Jiang Yang didn't seem to be interested in the bullwhip, so he just ate the onion and scallion pieces from the fried mutton with scallions.

Li Jinfeng didn't dare to make a sound, and Jiang Yang didn't refuse.

"Go back to sleep today."

The food in his mouth suddenly tasted bad, Li Jinfeng put down the bowl and chopsticks, took a sip of the dumpling soup and put down the rice in his mouth, and said anxiously with a pale face:

"Why is this, why do you want to drive me away?"

Without even looking at him, Jiang Yang picked up a medium-sized garlic oyster and put it into his mouth, speaking in a vague way.

"I can't sleep in front of your face, my ugly eyes hurt, and it's not worth it if I have nightmares at night..."

Li Jinfeng gritted his teeth angrily, this heartless thing, was he being beaten for himself?

Besides, most of the mutton, bullwhip, and oysters went into his stomach, and the oil was filled up. Wouldn't it be fatal not to let him go into gear?

It was murder!

"Where is it ugly? It's not ugly at all. Take a closer look, take a closer look."

The ghostly appearance of a certain person in front of him with a bruised nose and swollen face magnified infinitely, desperately looking into his eyes.

"boom."

He slapped the person away with a direct slap, and the person continued to stick to him like a dog's skin plaster...

The dilapidated hut of less than [-] square meters, since Li Jinfeng had it, it was rare for him to be quiet for a while.

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Time always flies, especially in the easy days of college.The tense atmosphere of college students' semi-annual collective cramming finally spread to a large area a week before the exam. The study room and library were brightly lit and extremely hot.

Especially in their liberal arts college, they are extremely busy.

But Xu Ziyan is naturally not in this ranks, not because he is the ultimate academic master, and he can pass the end-of-course exam with just a little water.

The exams of the Faculty of Arts are still a little difficult, and he usually has to prepare well. This time, he took advantage of his elder brother and appointed Xu Ziyan to accompany Haichao in the exam. Someone Xu had already taken the make-up exam. Among the crowd who endorsed like mad dogs, it was particularly "garish" and attracted hatred.

Seeing off with "eager" eyes from Wei Minghan and Guan Zhe, Xu Ziyan had no choice but to give himself a holiday in advance, pack up his things and leave.

After not visiting his parents' house for a long time, Xu Ziyan wandered back to his neighborhood with his schoolbag on his back.

Xu Ziyan's family lived in an old community, with a small environment but a good environment. Most of them were old neighbors who were old.

"Uncle Uncle" and "Aunt and Grandma" called all the way.

Xu Ziyan was born exquisitely, wearing a black and white knit casual shirt, carrying a schoolbag, energetic and tender like a high school student, polite and sweet, naturally popular.

It was a short walk from the gate of the community to his house, and it took nearly 10 minutes to walk.

"Mom, I'm back."

"Just call your mother."

Hearing the noise, Dad Xu came out of the kitchen wearing an apron.

"Dad, I'm back."

Xu Ziyan smiled, put on his slippers, threw his backpack on the sofa, and trotted into the kitchen.

Xu's father and Xu's mother are stuffing sausages, and there are some chicken and duck ribs beside them.

"You still know how to go home, and you still have a mother?"

Xu's mother was sitting on the pony pony with gloves on, filling the sausage, gave Xu Ziyan a sideways look, and continued to be busy with her work.

"Mom, what are you talking about..."

He pulled a small horse and sat next to Xu's mother to help out.

"Don't say go home and have a look, I won't call you, and you don't call home at all, just like your father!"

Father Xu, whose innocence was affected, chuckled, winked at Xu Ziyan, squatted aside and fiddled with the pile of meat.

"Mom, why are you preparing so much this year?"

The kitchen of Xu Ziyan's house is not small, but now there is almost no place to set foot, meat is everywhere...

Xu's mother gave him a blank look, still feeling annoyed that Xu Ziyan had a husband and forgot his mother.

"It used to be one family, but this year it's two families. Can it be the same? You still have too much face, and I'm afraid it won't be enough for you by then."

Xu Ziyan: ...

"hey-hey……"

"A family is always a family."

Xu Ziyan hugged Mama Xu's arm, but was pulled away by Mama Xu's "dislike".

"Hurry up, get out of here, and make you look like you're working, don't you?"

Xu Ziyan touched the pure white sweater he knitted...

"I don't have time to serve you today, so I have to finish all the meat today, and go out to play by myself."

Although Xu Ziyan repeatedly expressed his desire to help, he was finally "invited" out by Xu's mother after using sugar as salt and kicking over a pot of fish.

The disgusted Xu Ziyan had nothing to do, and planned to seek some comfort from his seniors.

I took a taxi to the office building of Xianchengyue, and it was almost lunch time. Xu Ziyan stopped by a KFC on the roadside and bought hamburgers, fried chicken buckets, and Mexican patties...

Ever since Shen Xia came to the house, Xu Ziyan seldom ate out, and even less ordered fried chicken. He didn't eat it for a long time, and he was really greedy.

There seemed to be a new girl at the front desk, not the same girl as when Xu Ziyan came last time.

When he was thinking about whether he should tell his seniors first, he happened to run into an acquaintance—Cheng Zhuo, the almighty little assistant to the president.

Cheng Zhuo naturally also saw Xu Ziyan.

This student-like attire is particularly conspicuous among the crowd of suits, ties, and skirts, and it is impossible not to notice it.

"Mr. Xu."

"Hello."

The teacher troubled him, although he meant to spend time in the moonlight, but Xu Ziyan still felt a little embarrassed, so he helped Cheng Zhuo pack a lunch by the way.

"Is this for me?"

Cheng Zhuo seemed a little surprised.

"Ding."

With a soft sound, the elevator door opened, and a group of people guarded an "acquaintance" like stars.