Dead after eight years [rebirth]

Cheng Nan looked down at the little dog at his feet who was still eager to see him off, and asked Cheng Shuibei, "Is Zhang Fei going too?"

Cheng Shuibei squatted down and rubbed the little dirt dog's black head violently, turning the coal-like head into a mess.

"Go, our family of three will go with our dog."

He was really thinking about living in Yunan.

Jiangshuo's middle school is not as good as Wuning's, and Wuning's is not as good as Yunan's.If Cheng Nan can go to a better school, Cheng Shuibei is also willing to sell everything.

In addition, Dong Si Ning will go back to Yunan after the next year, so if he wants to continue treatment, it will be more convenient for him to go to Yunan.

Cheng Shuibei found many reasons for himself to cover up the name in his heart.

"Don't tell you Brother Ci that we are going to Yunan."

When returning home, Cheng Shuibei told his brother.

In half a year, no one knows what will happen in the future, Cheng Shuibei still wants to go quietly.

After all, if Zhang Ci'an found out, he would definitely spend a lot of money inside and out to help him arrange everything.No matter how powerful Professor Zhang is, he is still just a student at this time.He can't be bothering people anymore.

Three days later in the afternoon, Cheng Shuibei buried himself in sorting out the new homework for the winter vacation, while Chacha patrolled the door of the bookstore as usual, arguing with the birds in the trees.

In the distance came a man pulling a suitcase.

He knelt down and stuffed the molar ox that he had prepared long ago to the little dog who could tell the news, and blocked the mouth that was about to bark.

With his slender fingers locked on the glass door, he gently spoke to the busy Cheng Shuibei.

"Boss, may I come in?"

Cheng Shuibei turned his head and bumped into Zhang Ci'an's bewitching eyes.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

It was the first time he didn't go home again, Cheng Shuibei was thinking about how Aunt Dou would criticize his son, but his heart was sore and soft, like an egg soaked in vinegar.

Zhang Ci'an was probably overwhelmed by Cheng Shuibei's reaction last time, so he didn't dare to come in.Boss Cheng refused to agree for a minute, and he just stood outside the door for a minute.

"Woooo-"

The little guardian who took bribes, Chacha, rushed to Cheng Shuibei with a teething stick in his mouth, rubbed his master's leg, and shook his head to intercede for the person who bought it.

puff.

Cheng Shuibei was amused by the chatter, and as soon as he put the book away, he went to pick up Zhang Ci'an's box: "Come in, Boss Dog agrees."

There was no place to sit downstairs except the counter. Cheng Shuibei asked Zhang Ci'an to go upstairs to rest and wait for him. Professor Zhang nodded obediently, grabbed a book from the bookshelf and went upstairs with it.

Cheng Shuibei was busy with a different mood, and arranged the winter vacation homework very neatly.

When he was working, Chacha ran up and down the stairs, holding the teething stick tightly wrapped with beef and tendon in his mouth, almost drooling.

Cheng Shuibei tidied up the store and put his mood in order. Taking advantage of the fact that the students were not in get out of class, he turned over the business sign on the glass door and went up with the dog in his arms.

Upstairs, Professor Zhang was leaning on the wicker chair and concentrating on reading. Cheng Shuibei got closer and found that he was holding the trial issue of "The Scissor Boy Who Slayed the Dragon".

Zhou Xingyan sent the book over a month ago, and Cheng Shuibei kept it on the second floor for the students to read, asking them how they felt from time to time, and then giving feedback to Boss Zhou.

Probably because the book he picked up just now was meaningless, Cheng Shuibei didn't let him go downstairs, so he looked for books on the second floor, rummaging through them to find himself in the picture book.

"Are you finished?" Zhang Ci'an put down the book, crossed his hands on the table, and looked at Boss Cheng calmly.

The expression is like Xiaoyi who took the scissors from his mother.

"Well," Cheng Shuibei pointed to the book on the table and said, "If you like it, you can take it home and read it, and show it to Auntie."

"it is good."

Professor Zhang put the book away and pressed it under his arm.

"Xiao Bei, have you slept well these days?" Zhang Ci'an asked.

Cheng Shuibei sat down opposite him. "I'm fine, and you?"

Zhang Ci'an replied: "Not very good."

"what?"

Cheng Shuibei was a little worried, whether Zhang Ci'an was in some trouble.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ci'an made a gesture of stretching the area between his brows: "Xiao Bei, don't worry, when I said I didn't sleep well, I meant staying up late to write course papers, nothing else."

It turned out that when Professor Zhang also had to stay up late at the end of the semester to make up homework, Cheng Shuibei was not worried, but just wanted to laugh.

"It was originally required to be handed in next week. I wrote it in advance when I was in a hurry, and asked my classmates to hand it in for me."

He is not being driven by homework, he is actively doing homework.

It seems that there is still a certain gap between ordinary people and geniuses.

With that snowy night whispering, the barrier between the two of them seemed to melt overnight along with the snow.In the afternoon, Cheng Shuibei and Zhang Ci'an talked about many things in Yunan.

For example, Yunan's current development, such as Zhang Ci'an's studies.

Zhang Ci'an didn't leave until evening, he reluctantly pulled the box and stood at the door staring at Boss Cheng who came out to see him off.

"Xiaobei, do you still count on what you promised last time?"

Zhang Ci'an asked expectantly, as naive as a child asking his parents for a reward.

Cheng Shuibei didn't have a penchant for repenting, so he said to Professor Zhang Da: "Don't worry. But if you come to my house for dinner, what will your uncles and aunts do? Professor Zhang, are you going to be an 'unfilial son'?"

Last year, he came over at midnight for the New Year's Eve. This year, he was going to stay at his house for the New Year's Eve dinner. Cheng Shuibei was reluctant to abduct Aunt Dou's eldest son.

"So, you still have to reject me, right?" Zhang Ci'an clenched the handle of the suitcase in frustration.

Cheng Shuibei couldn't bear it and compromised.

"How about this, you spend New Year's Eve with your uncles and aunts in the east of the city, and then come to my house after eating half of the New Year's Eve dinner. I'll save the dumplings for you to make when you come over, okay?"

In this way, Professor Zhang has to run a big circle from the east to the west of the city on New Year's Eve.

Trouble is trouble, but it would be nice if he could stay, maybe he would be honored to make a floor berth once in the middle of the night, Zhang Ci'an couldn't wait to nod his head in agreement.

This is the second year he has lived since waking up. Cheng Shuibei already has experience, giving New Year's greetings, buying New Year's goods and pasting Spring Festival couplets. Without Aunt Hu's help, Cheng Shuibei has prepared everything well.

Professor Zhang only received the address of Cheng Shuibei's home at the beginning of the first skit in the Spring Festival Gala.

Dou Shuyi was commenting on the outfits of the protagonists on TV, and found that her son suddenly lowered his head and laughed while eating, not knowing what happened.

"Ahem," Zhang Ci'an stood up holding a cup, and respected his father and mother, "May my parents have blessings and peace in the new year."

Zhang Ci'an was usually a "rebellious son" who buried his head in hard work and couldn't speak a few words to his father, so suddenly he took the initiative to respect his parents, there must be nothing good.

Sure enough, Zhang Ci'an reached out to his father.

"Dad, let me drive your sports car, and I'll go out and take a turn."

Professor Zhang's heart had already flown to the west, so he naturally wanted to get to Cheng's dining table as soon as he wanted.

The all-powerful business tycoon choked on wine.

His son, his only scientific son, asked him to take his sports car out for a drive.

Boss Zhang didn't have time to think about it, but Mr. Dou helped his son find the car keys before he took the first step.

Supercar, red, or convertible, sitting on it by a handsome guy like Zhang Ci'an should be enough to fascinate all beings.

"You just had a drink, don't you want your mother to go with you?" Dou Shuyi held the key and refused to give it, pointing to the wine glass on the table and said.

Zhang Ci'an held up the glass and showed it to her mother: "Juice, not red wine."

After speaking, he snatched the key.

Zhang Ci'an blushed for some unknown reason, and calmly left the house on New Year's Eve amidst his mother's reverie and his father's dumbfoundedness.

He pulled the wind all the way, parked the car at the gate of Chengshui Beijia Community, and went in with a bag of fireworks sticks.

When Zhang Ci'an came, Cheng Shuibei and Cheng Nan were making dumplings while watching TV. On the table, the braised pork was covered with cold oily skin, and the puppy was so greedy that it whirled around in circles.

"Cheng Nan, your Brother Ci is here, move him a place and let him roll the skins. Before the cannons are set off outside, you take Chacha down for a walk and get the big things done."

After Cheng Shuibei arranged this and that, Cheng Nan listened to the order, and after a brief greeting with Zhang Ci'an, he led the dog downstairs to solve the big things in life.

Professor Zhang held the fireworks stick in his pocket and was stunned for a long time.

He thought it was just a metaphor to keep the dumplings waiting for him to make them, but Cheng Shuibei actually prepared the dumpling fillings for him to roll out.

During those few years in Yunan, Zhang Ci'an was not used to quick-frozen dumplings, so Cheng Shuibei personally made them for him after inquiring and learning the taste of his hometown, and made them for him year after year.

Every Chinese New Year, Professor Zhang was dragged by Xiao Cheng to work in the kitchen, helping him roll the skin.

Professor Zhang's skill in rolling dumpling wrappers is the same as his three-point shooting, both of which are based on analysis and calculation.Smooth and smooth, flawless.

"Why are you standing there, wash your hands quickly," Cheng Shuibei urged.

"Oh."

Zhang Ci'an took off the windbreaker and hung it on the chair, got into the kitchen to wash his hands, and then came out with an apron tied around his waist.

Quite a bit of the meaning of a good woman and a man.

You should wear an apron when rolling out dumpling wrappers, so as not to stain your pants. Cheng Shuibei taught Professor Zhang.

The two cooperated tacitly, and after a while, Cheng Nan and Zhacha came back, and Cheng Shuibei and Zhang Ci'an had already packed enough for three people.

Dumplings in the pot, Gudu's year-long happiness precipitation.

In the end, Zhang Ci'an failed to stay on the floor, because Cheng's house was too small, and there was not enough room in Cheng Shuibei's room for the second person.

Cheng Shuibei went out to see him off, Zhang Ci'an mysteriously took out a firework stick, and the two waved it all the way with the child on their backs.

"Happy New Year, see you next year." Zhang Ci'an said.

"Happy New Year, see you in Yunan next year." Cheng Shuibei thought.

He has decided to go to Yunan.

When he really planned to get up, Cheng Shuibei began to worry again.

On the one hand, he is still nostalgic for this place.As soon as he left, the just-started Nanbei Bookstore couldn't continue to operate. It was hard to build a good source of goods and customers, and if he really let go, there would be nothing left.

On the other hand, what can he do after going to Yunan?After opening the shop, he didn't have much cash in his hands. When he first opened the business, his business was bleak. After a few months, he finally started to pick up. The total income he received was not much money, which was not enough for him and Cheng Nan to rent a house in Yunan for half a year. , not to mention paying tuition fees.

What's more, when listening to Zhang Ci'an talking about school life, Cheng Shuibei admitted that his heart moved.

Opening a bookstore is not a long-term solution. Learning something is the foundation of making a living.

What to study, how to study, and how to earn money while studying if he wants to go to university again.

When encountering money troubles, Cheng Shuibei's first thought was to take advantage of him, Brother Zhou.

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Xiaobei worked hard to get into college, started a career, and rushed