whale killer

Fireworks and firecrackers are completely banned in the seaport this year. In the community, children can still find flowers to play with.Xiang Qifei bought a box of almond milk and a box of dry goods at the door, and waited for his parents to drive to the front door. He was bored and squatted at the door to take pictures of the children running wild.After pressing a few pages, two little girls held hands and ran to him, stretching their heads to look at them, and Xiang Qifei flipped them for them in a good-tempered manner.The little girls were not afraid of strangers, pointing to a picture and saying it looked good, they took out their mobile phones from their schoolbags and asked Xiang Qifei to pass the picture to her.It seems that children always like it out of nowhere, Xiang Qifei has never been surprised by this kind of thing so far, and even set up a separate group on the QQ list to accommodate these year-end friends.When the two little girls received the photos, they blushed and insisted on taking some photos for Xiang Qifei as well.

Just as he was about to decline, Xiang Qifei was stuffed with a half-pack of unfinished barley flowers. One of the girls shouted at the top of his voice, mother came to help light the fire for brother.The young mother came over with a smile, and Xiang Qifei was very embarrassed, as if she was caught grabbing a toy from someone's daughter on the spot.He thanked him politely, and took the fire to light one himself.The flames rested on the wrapping paper at the top for a few seconds, and when they touched the gunpowder, sparks spewed out in an instant. The embarrassment was forgotten, and the old and young laughed happily together.

The little girl took a photo of him as promised, and gave the half pack of flowers to Xiang Qifei as a New Year's gift.Before going downstairs, he grabbed a handful of chocolates from the fruit bowl in the living room. He originally planned to eat them on the road, but it turned out to be useful here in advance.

His father finally drove the car up from the basement, Xiang Qifei stuffed two boxes of things into the back of the car, and the family set off to grandpa's house for New Year's Eve dinner.He leaned in the back seat and sent Chi Yan the photo of him holding the flowers and silly music just now, but no one replied.

Since Chi Yan hung up the phone last time, no one answered the call again.Woke up the next day and remembered the bold words of the previous night, Xiang Qifei was so ashamed that he almost suffocated himself in the quilt to death.On the way Qian Huilai sent him to the station, Xiang Qifei complained all the way that the other party went to bed too early, why didn't he stop him?Qian Hui came to ask, do you regret it?

After thinking about it, Xiang Qifei didn't seem to have any.

After all, every word I said was indeed true.

So if you can't get through the phone, then continue to send text messages. Fortunately, Chi Yan didn't get blocked, so it can be regarded as acquiescing to his bombing.So big enough to watch a show in the next year together, or small enough for the golden retriever at home to get fat again, they all started thinking about it, almost using Chi Yan's mailbox as a tree hole, or a circle of friends that was only open to him, sending The more you read, the more indifferent you will become. Anyway, no one will reply, maybe the stone on the opposite side will be moved by some words one day.

On the bright side, Chi Yan is at least a rock with a soft heart.

On the way, she received a happy new year from Chen Cheng, and as soon as the holidays were over, she flew directly to Kyoto with her current boyfriend.In the past two years, she was exhausted physically and mentally by the Beijing bands. She started to chase one after the other, so she turned around and chased after the Japanese bands. She only picked out old-fashioned and friendly bands. Look at the Japanese, I have never seen such an active business, I love my brothers.Xiang Qifei didn't take it seriously, it's all fake, you can still get Noda Yojiro's mobile phone number?Chen Cheng retorted, that's because Chi Yan isn't popular now, two years from now, it's fate that someone like you hasn't been beaten to death as an illegitimate child.

The 21st New Year's Eve dinner in my life was quite formalistic. Xiang Qifei was a well-behaved child recognized by the whole family. At a table, seven aunts and eight aunts could say hello to each other, and served tea and water while pinching shoulders and legs.In his cognition, if he wants to get more New Year's money, he should work harder and harder. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and not everyone has the ability to attract the love of the whole family.After a round of serving, Xiang Qifei squatted on the sofa with his cousin to form a team to play games, and the central set was used as background music. He waited for the twelve o'clock to strike, and divided up the penultimate round of lucky money in his life. , Say Happy New Year to Chi Yan, and then go to sleep.

In the end, there were three in a row, the cousin fell into a box, Xiang Qifei angrily put away the phone, took out half a bag of flowers in the bag and asked him, eating chicken is super classy for you, how about playing a little bit? Control it.The cousin didn't understand what was wrong, and he opened it again, and said mockingly: "How old are you, why are you still playing this?"

"I'm not yet 21," Xiang Qifei vomited blood: "Why can't I play this?"

In the end, it didn't work anyway, Xiang Qifei was called by his mother to make dumplings.This is the only thing Xiang Qifei can do in the kitchen. He just squeezed half of the plate in his apron, and the photo of giving Chi Yan a New Year's Eve dinner half an hour ago unexpectedly got a reply. He swiped his phone with his flour-stained fingers , Chi Yan said cleanly and neatly.

"Happy New Year."

"It's not yet New Year's Eve." Xiang Qifei typed hard, "Can you answer the phone at twelve o'clock? I'd be more sincere if I said it myself."

Thinking that the other party would never return, Xiang Qifei put the phone back into his apron pocket, washed his hands and planned to continue packing, but Chi Yan called.

He picked it up in a hurry, wiped his clothes twice with his wet hands, and almost dropped his phone in a frizzy manner, before he successfully swiped to the answer button. Chi Yan's side was very quiet, with inconspicuous background music. Sing what a soda fountain.

So Xiang Qifei asked, "What are you listening to?"

"Big Rock Candy Mountain," Chi Yan replied, "There are elementary school students doing their homework in the store, so I can't listen to it too loudly."

"Are you still in the store?" Xiang Qifei got into the guest room, laying on the bed and shaking his calf back and forth, not caring whether the flour would get on the newly laid sheets, "Is the second brother's full name Zhou Papi?"

"I want to come by myself," Chi Yan said: "It should be on the way home at twelve o'clock. Say what you want to say now, and you can go to sleep directly when you are sleepy."

"Are you caring about me?" Xiang Qifei asked, his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't hide his happiness.

Chi Yan was helpless: "If you have to understand it that way."

Xiang Qifei became excited: "Then I've changed my mind."

"Changing your mind?"

Xiang Qifei held his chin, thinking that this is how people push their noses and cheeks, "I want to say Happy New Year to you face to face."

From the kitchen, I found the insulated lunch box that the old man bought when he was hospitalized at the beginning of the year, and Xiang Qifei cooked a plate of dumplings that he had worked so hard to make, filled a bowl full, closed the lid, and asked his father for the car keys. Pretending to be affectionate and righteous, saying that Qian Huilai is too pitiful to celebrate the New Year in Beijing alone. As a playboy who grew up with a handful of mud, who will go to hell if he doesn't go to hell?

Before going out, his mother held him by the collar of his sweater and asked, "You don't want the New Year's money?"

Xiang Qifei gritted his teeth, impulsiveness crushed rationality and gained the upper hand, with a righteous face: "I think Qian Huilai's happiness is more important."

Although Chi Yan clearly told him not to come on the phone, Xiang Qifei happily got on the Beijing-Harbin Expressway and reported the itinerary to Chi Yan along the way.He told Chi Yan at the time, if you don't want me to come, you shouldn't make this call.Chi Yan lost his temper at what he said, so he hung up the phone again.

Just hang up the phone.Xiang Qifei thought, Chi Yan is really a paper tiger.

He doesn't have much driving experience, and he doesn't dare to be too presumptuous on the road. The highway on New Year's Eve is always blocked. He is afraid of sleepiness, so he pours a few cups of strong tea and water before going out. There is still Red Bull in the car, so he can't tell what works. Whether it was the drink or Chi Yan, he arrived in Beijing early in the morning.Fortunately, there were few cars in the city, so he got on the third ring road very quickly, but when he turned into this road, he was worried, for fear that Chi Yan would have packed up his things and left before he waited for him.

Seeing the only shop with lights on in the whole street, Xiang Qifei was sure that everything was worth it.The endless text messages are worth it, the lucky money you give up is worth it, and it’s worth driving a car for hours and getting stuck on the highway until it crashes.

He looked at Chi Yan through the glass. The other party was driving a midi keyboard on the counter to compose songs. Xiang Qifei unscrewed the lid and looked inside the lunch box. Son.Frustrated to Qifei, Chi Yan took off his earphones at some point and opened the door for him.

"It wasn't so ugly in the first place." Xiang Qifei showed the lunch box to Chi Yan, feeling aggrieved.

"I said I won't let you come," Chi Yan put away the keyboard, took the lunch box from Xiang Qifei, opened the drawer and took two pairs of disposable chopsticks that the second brother usually saves from ordering takeout, broke them and handed them to Xiang Qifei , "Are you really not afraid of accidents when you get on the highway at this point?"

If you don't let me come, are you still waiting for me?Xiang Qifei was also happy to be trained, among other things, he could at least see that Chi Yan was not angry now, moved a stool and squeezed next to him, and said with a hippie smile, "But you are happy." Xiang Qifei said, "I You are glad to have come to see you."

"I didn't," Chi Yan denied, "Don't push yourself."

"Hey," Xiang Qifei didn't intend to continue entangled in this issue, "Happy New Year!"

Then the two of them ate the bucket of tattered dumplings together, just like eating cold noodles together that day, although Xiang Qifei ate a few and then put it down.He was full of the undigested New Year's Eve dinner, and felt that cold dumplings were not to his appetite, but Chi Yan didn't say anything, and ate up all the food that came from a distance of [-] kilometers, and then went to the small room behind the store to wash the dishes.

Xiang Qifei originally wanted to take the opportunity to squat on the counter for a while, wait for Chi Yan to come out, say goodbye to him, and then find a hotel nearby to open a room and sleep.The goal has been achieved, and when I woke up, I went to visit Qian Huilai, and then I should go home.If you want him to know that you have put in so much effort just to eat dumplings with Chi Yan, there is a high probability that the person surnamed Qian will say that you are worthless, and if you want to change it to Chen Cheng, you will even point at his nose and laugh at him. He said that Xiang Qifei didn't expect you to have today.

I didn't expect that after Xiang Qifei cleared the things on the table, I would still be able to spend a new year with Chi Yan.

Before I got down on the ground, I saw an elementary school student's winter vacation homework spread out on the side of the counter, with a white tin pencil box on it, and a sticker of Tachikoma from "Ghost in the Shell" on the lid.Randomly flipping through the math problems of the sixth grade, Xiang Qifei was puzzled, thinking that there are really children here to do their homework?No matter how you look at it, you don't think Chi Yan is the type of person who would take in elementary school students.Flipping through and seeing the wrong question, Xiang Qifei's meddling spirit came up again, and helped to correct it.

After rewriting, I don't know when there was someone behind me, thinking that Chi Yan came back from washing the dishes, so he asked Qifei, "You still have training classes during the winter vacation here? Musicians can also teach math problems?"

Turning around, Xiang Qifei turned to the first page of the homework book, and the name column was written crookedly with a pencil: Qin Zheng.

Barrett

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