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When Xu Xie arrived home, the house was filled with the smell of stewed pork ribs.

He put the schoolbag back in the room, and followed the smell of meat to the kitchen.

Xie Wen was cooking with her back to him, and the fragrant mist wrapped around her, in a trance, as if the gentle woman who would laugh and blame him for not knowing how to help had returned three years ago.

Xu Xie sniffed, and the movement was a bit loud, which attracted the woman who was concentrating on cooking to turn her head.

Her skin was still pale, but her complexion looked much better, especially when she turned her head to catch Xu Xie's figure, the sudden light in her eyes made her feel weak.

Xu Xie stepped forward, took the spatula from her hand, and while stirring the vegetables, said, "If you're hungry, order takeaway or cook it when I come back. The doctor tells you to rest more."

"Damn, if I don't exercise, my bones will rust." Xie Wen picked up a potato beside him and peeled it in her hand, "Besides, you come back as a senior in high school, so I can't make you some delicious tonics." ...Fry another shredded potato?"

These words made Xu Xie feel warm in his heart.

During the period when Xu's father just passed away, Xie Wen's mental state dropped to the level of depression. Let alone cooking, she often sat silently in front of Xu Likai's photo, even breathing so lightly that she seemed unwilling to do more.

It was during that time that Xu Xie's cooking skills gradually improved from watching the tutorials to being able to cook a table of home-cooked dishes.

But no matter how I do it, it is always different from what Xie Wen did. I feel that there is either something missing or something more.

Now that she can eat the dishes made by Xie Wen herself, Xu Xie is excited and looking forward to it: "Okay, I'll make another soup."

"It's just a matter of a few dishes. I don't need you." After Xie Wen peeled the potatoes, she squeezed him away and took over the spatula again. "You must be very busy in your third year of high school. Go to study. I'll call you when dinner is ready."

Hearing this, Xu Xie didn't say much anymore, and went back to the room to rest after helping to prepare the ingredients.

"what--"

Xu Xie lay down on the bed in a "big" shape. After staring at the ceiling for a while, he grabbed the schoolbag beside him, unzipped it, and took out the small photo album that Fang Zhi had given him.

In addition to Fang Zhi's photos of Father Xu and himself that Fang Zhi had put in it early in the morning, he himself inserted two more photos in the blank transparent photo page at the back, one of which was ridiculed by Jiang An and others as a wedding photo of him and Fang Zhi , and the other is a photo of Xie Wen smiling at the camera and waving.

The first one is that he asked Jiang An to come to the original picture with Fang Zhi on his back and then washed it out, and the second one was a certain New Year's Eve a few years ago, when Xu Likai held up Xu Xie's mobile phone and yelled for Xie Wen to pose , said that he wanted to record the new year and new weather, but Xie Wen shyly brows, smiled and waved to him to tell him not to make trouble.

The photo was frozen at this point, and afterwards Xie Wen thought the photo was ugly and asked Xu Xie to delete it.

At that time, Xu Xie also thought it was not good-looking, so he did it.Later, when she changed her mobile phone, Xu Xie discovered that the network disk automatically backed up this photo when she was sorting out her mobile phone files one day.

At that time, Xie Wen was very different from the gentle and smiling appearance in this photo. At first glance, there is a feeling that things are different from people.

He saved the photo, and then found time after the farewell party to develop it and put it in the album along with the "wedding photo".

Xu Xie caressed the masterpiece painted by Fang Zhi on the cover of the album, carefully flipped through the photos inside several times, and inexplicably felt a strange sense of belonging.

The most beautiful and warm appearances of all the people he cares about are sealed in this small photo album by one or a few photos. He can hold them in the palm of his hand by clenching his hands, sticking to the pulse of the pulse. Conducting blood to the heart, always present.

On the way home, Fang Zhi received secret comfort from Fang Haisheng, He Hui and Li Zhihe.

Fang Haisheng transferred a 500 yuan red envelope to Fang Zhi, telling him to go out to play and relax with Xiaoxie and Xiaoyou during the holiday, and then there will be competitions and review, so there will be no time to play.

He Hui handed him two bags of homemade cookies, which were still warm in his hands.She smiled and said that she bought very fresh prawns and made shrimp soup at night.

Li Zhihe took out a white cat plush doll from his canvas bag, saying that he just grabbed it from a claw machine today, and it looked like a milk ball.

Fang Zhi was holding the cookie in one hand and the doll in the other, and at the urging of Fang Haisheng, he had to take out his mobile phone to receive the red envelopes.

In fact, after He Hui told Li Zhihe to support him that day, facing Liu Yunyuan's sick shadow following him, he suddenly became less afraid.

Because he knows, from when he did not know, he also has a solid backer of his own—a backer who will always stand by his side to protect him, maintain him, accept him and tolerate him.

As soon as He Hui got home, she dragged Li Zhihe into the kitchen, saying that she was going to have a big meal.Fang Haisheng and Fang Zhi wanted to help together, but He Hui blocked their entry at the kitchen door.

"The two of you can rest assured to wait for food in the living room." He Hui said with a smile, "Let the cooking be left to the professionals."

Fang Zhi was a little more sensitive than Fang Haisheng, when his uncle was still foolishly thinking about going in, he could already hear the disgust in He Hui's tone.

Fang Zhi: "..." It also makes sense.

When life was hard in the early years, Fang Haisheng would cook some home-cooked dishes. Although the taste was full of uncertainty, there was really nothing to choose in those days.

Not to mention Fang Zhi.From childhood to adulthood, the number of times he entered the kitchen can be counted on the fingers.Before living with Fang Haiwen and his family, although they were all stared at, they did not miss him in food and clothing.Later, Fang Haisheng picked him up and took him with him. This person treated him as a pain in the eye, and he had a kind of self-confidence in his cooking skills, so he never let Fang Zhi cook.

Later, when Fang Haisheng became prosperous, the uncle and nephew relied on Aunt Zhao and Almighty's money for a living, and it didn't take long for them to successfully grow themselves into trash.

...So it's really hard to say what kind of moths can be made by letting these two people into the kitchen now.

He Hui obviously expected this a long time ago. When Fang Haisheng insisted on entering the kitchen and offered to help him peel garlic and chop onions, He Hui stuffed a washed cucumber into Fang Haisheng's mouth and pulled him The shoulders forced him to turn around and walk towards the living room: "You are doing me a great favor if you don't go into the kitchen."

Fang Haisheng: "..."

With a cucumber in his mouth, he walked towards Fang Zhi who was already sitting on the sofa, muttering, "Why don't you just help out in the kitchen? I used to be a good cook too...Xiao Zhi! You Tell you Aunt He, right?"

This question was asked very confidently, Fang Zhi was really embarrassed to hit him, and replied out of conscience: "...ang."

"Look, Xiao Zhi often eats my cooking, he knows what level I am." Fang Haisheng shouted triumphantly towards the kitchen, "When I made fried pork with garlic, he even ate two extra bowls of rice Woolen cloth!"

Fang Zhi nestled on the sofa and silently opened macadamia nuts. After opening, he piled the snow-white pulp on the plate, ready to eat together later.

Fang Zhi still had an impression of garlic fried pork.When Fang Haisheng was coughing and bringing the fried black dishes to the table, he was very thankful that he cooked too much rice that day.

Otherwise, you may be hungry.

Of course, you can't say this to Fang Haisheng who is showing off, so he bit the bullet and echoed: "...ang."

There was no response from the kitchen from beginning to end, apparently not taking the two of them's harmony seriously.

Fang Haisheng babbled again for a while, biting the cucumber while reaching for the macadamia nut that Fang Zhi put on the coffee table, flexing and stretching his thumb under his feet, eagerly looking at his milk ball.

Fang Zhi moved the plate containing the macadamia nuts towards him, and after a moment of silence, he said abruptly, "Uncle, have you received a marriage certificate with Aunt He?"

"Cough cough—cough!" Fang Haisheng had just stuffed the macadamia nut into his mouth, but he almost swallowed the whole nut in his stomach when he asked, "Why did you suddenly think of asking this?"

Naiqiu was startled by his shocking cough, and ran away from Fang Haisheng's feet with a "swoosh" and jumped into Fang Zhi's arms.

Fang Zhi stroked the fluffy hair of the milk ball, pretending to be casual and said: "I just thought, you two are going to get the certificate, so let Aunt He and Hehe move here."

Before his uncle could relax, he waved his hands while drinking water: "Wait a minute, I'm coughing so badly that my brain hurts, wait for me."

Fang Zhi obediently waited for him to finish, and then continued in his own words: "I just think it will be more convenient for the two of them to come and live, otherwise every time they run around, sometimes it's not safe at night."

Fang Hai breathed a sigh of relief, and stared at Fang Zhi scrutinizingly for a while.

His gaze was too serious and hot, Fang Zhi was not comfortable being stared at by him, and his hand stroking the cat became a little stronger.The milk ball hurt him from rubbing it, so he gave a "meow" aggrievedly, and rubbed against Fang Zhi's arm coquettishly.

The two were quiet for a moment, Fang Haisheng spoke first: "Really?"

Fang Zhi knew Fang Haisheng's concerns. First, he was afraid that he would not be able to accept the sudden addition of two people in his family. Second, he was afraid that his grades would be affected.But Fang Zhi had his own considerations, he didn't want He Hui to wait too long, and he didn't want Fang Haisheng to wait too long.

"Just think, I live on campus and only come back once every half a month, and they won't affect me when they come in." It was the first time Fang Zhi said such words, and he was quite embarrassed.He lowered his head, his head was almost down to the hair of the milk ball, "Let them live in, it's okay."

Fang Haisheng didn't speak for a long time, and Fang Zhi didn't dare to raise his eyes to look. After a while, Fang Haisheng suddenly asked, "Can you live in?"

Fang Zhixin said, didn't you ask it once? Why did you ask again? Just as he was about to explain it again, a pair of pink slippers suddenly appeared in his downcast eyes.

He knew that he and Fang Haisheng chose this pair of slippers together and bought them for He Hui.

Fang Zhi: "..."

He felt a huge cloud exploded on top of his head, making his head dizzy and his cheeks flushed.

Just when he was so ashamed that he wanted to dig into the ground, He Hui spoke.

Gentle voice, with a soft and kind smile: "OK."

This matter developed to the end, until all the dishes were served, Fang Zhi was too ashamed to come out of the room, until the three of them knocked on his door in turn, saying that they no longer remembered what happened just now, Fang Zhi was kind. Walked out of the room in a big lie.

Although he was still a little embarrassed, the atmosphere at the dinner table was as harmonious as ever. Slowly, Fang Zhi put the shame behind him and concentrated on enjoying the delicious shrimp soup.

When people's happiness reaches its peak, it will give birth to a strong desire to share.So after the meal, while Fang Zhi collapsed on the sofa to digest, he sent Xu Xie a family portrait that he had just taken.

[FZ]: [Image]

[FZ]: Over seventeen years old, happy family, sweet love, winner in life.

[FZ]: Panda Happiness.jpg

The other party responded with a picture, which was a table of home-cooked dishes.

[Boyfriend]: Just an adult, the prodigal son turns around, hugging his mother on the left and his lover on the right.

[Boyfriend]: Not surprisingly, I will always be so happy in the next few decades.