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Mr. Jiang has left, and the Jiang family seems to be much empty.

Luo Yi kicked on his slippers and followed Jiang Zhihui into the basement, seeing everything in sight.Jiang Zhihui squatted down first, picked up a stack of homework books and said with a smile: "It's all in your handwriting."

Luo Yi took it over and flipped through it: "You just pretended to be good, but the teacher never suspected that you didn't do your homework by yourself."

Jiang Zhihui stacked up these old books neatly, and Luo Yi also folded the few books in his hand, rubbing the dust on his fingers in disgust.

"What on earth did you ask me to come here for? It's not really because you want me to help you pack your things."

"Why can't it be?" Jiang Zhihui handed him a few small pencil cases, "Look, this is something from elementary school. This is yours."

"Why is my old pencil case here with you?" Luo Yi opened it and looked, the inside was empty, maybe all the things had been packed away, only a small piece of paper was left with the rough edge when it was torn off, He carefully spread it out to read the crooked writing on it, "Brother Jiang, let's go play football after school."

"This is..." Luo Yi wanted to laugh, but also didn't want to admit it, "This word is really... I wrote like this when I was young."

Jiang Zhihui watched from the side, confirming that Luo Yi's attitude had softened.

He leaned over: "Brother Jiang, who is this kid with such a sweet mouth?"

Luo Yi threw the note back into the pencil case in embarrassment, and closed it with a "click": "Since it belongs to me, I can take it back."

Jiang Zhihui held him back, smiling with just the right amount of warmth: "Luo Er, I know why I called you here, I don't know how many of your things are piled up here."

Luo Yi finally couldn't refuse.But although he stayed, he didn't help much.He is a bit obsessed with cleanliness. The things in the basement have not been touched for a long time, so it is inevitable that they will be covered with dust. If he wants to touch them, he has to overcome his psychological barrier first. Often, Jiang Zhihui notices this before he has overcome it. side, rushed to pack it out.

Luo Yi harvested three more marbles and a set of checkers in the process of supervising the work.

I came in at ten o'clock in the morning and kept tidying up until evening. I finally finished sorting out Jiang Zhihui's childhood memories.After listening to the intimacy of childhood, Luo Yi will inevitably be soaked in memories, and it is not good to keep too far away from Jiang Zhihui.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when I left Jiang's house, the sky had already revealed a little twilight in winter, and the sky was dyed a light red.

When Jiang Zhihui sent him out, Luo Yi asked meaningfully, "Would you like me to treat you to dinner? I didn't do anything for you today."

Jiang Zhihui agreed with almost no pause.

Luo Yi regretted it as soon as he said it, but Jiang Zhihui's mouth was fast enough not to allow him to go back on his word, so he gritted his teeth and asked him with a smile: "Where do you want to go?"

Jiang Zhihui turned a blind eye to his reluctance, thought for a while and asked him: "Is your house okay? I want to eat Uncle Luo's craftsmanship, so you can cook two dishes too, okay?"

Luo Yi frowned when he heard this, but this time Jiang Zhihui was quick enough to read people's expressions: "Didn't you say you wanted to invite me to dinner? Luo Er, why are you becoming more and more erratic every day?"

Luo Yi punched him on the shoulder.

Jiang Zhihui smiled and took two steps back while taking advantage of his energy: "I've vented it, and I'll take it as your consent."

Luo Yi endured it and rolled his eyes at him, telling him, "Let Aunt Fang come over as well, and treat it as a gathering of two families."

Jiang Zhihui nodded: "You don't need to say that."

So calculating, this time Luo Yi didn't even bother to roll his eyes, he picked up his own mess and turned around to leave.

Jiang Zhihui stopped at the door and looked at his back, lowered his eyes, and smiled.

When Jiang Zhihui and Jiang's mother entered, there was no one in the living room, but Jiang's mother yelled, Luo's father poked his head out from the kitchen, and Wang Fengye also came down from upstairs.

Luo Yi was not seen.

Jiang Zhihui couldn't help asking, Wang Fengye handed Jiang's mother a cup of coffee, and gave him a half-smile look: "I heard that you want to eat his cooking? It's in the kitchen too."

Wang Fengye added sourly: "This child, I can't help it. I'm taking advantage of you."

Jiang Zhihui poured himself a glass of white water calmly and calmly as usual, and coaxed her according to Wang Fengye's words: "Luo Er is the best way to coax her. If you talk to him, he will naturally behave. I see Li Luo Er becoming obedient." It won't be long?"

Mother Jiang patted his hand reproachfully.

Jiang Zhihui analyzed it to Wang Fengye: "Aunt Feng, look, our Luo'er is the most soft-hearted, but his mouth is like something. Don't be angry with his mouth, right?"

Jiang Zhihui imparted experience: "If you treat him softly, he will naturally obey."

Wang Fengye snorted.

Jiang Zhihui was about to say more, but someone patted his shoulder. He turned his head. Luo Yi stood behind him with a gloomy face.