street people

Because there were too many people eating, the small table at home couldn't seat so many people, so Sun Yanshi and Zheng Ye bought a new table when they went to pick up Lang Yue.

Lang Song has been busy in the kitchen, pouring his gratitude into the meals. When the sun completely sank to the horizon, he brought the last dish - steamed aolong with garlic to the table.Sun Yanshi beckoned him to sit next to him, and handed him the chopsticks, and everyone moved their chopsticks.

The monkey obediently walked around the table to pour orange juice for everyone, and Langyue wanted to drink too, so she grabbed the monkey's arm and looked at him eagerly.Who can refuse Lang Yue's innocent and pure eyes like a deer, but the monkey knows that Lang Song usually doesn't give Lang Yue a drink with a lot of additives in the ingredient list.He looked up at Langsong, and saw that the other party was serving turtle soup to Sun Yanshi, so he pretended to say, "Children can't drink this, Yueyue, you drink milk", and poured the juice into Langsong with the mouth of the bottle. In the paper cup in front of the moon.

Langyue has been hugged by Zheng Ye lovingly all the time. Seeing this scene, Zheng Ye also raised his arm in cooperation to block the cup.

The two of them made a small move and poured Langyue a cup of orange juice. The little girl was quite content, picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp, and cleverly licked off the two drops from the corners of her lips when she was done, for fear of being scolded by her brother. Found.

Opposite Zheng Ye, Zhang Wu had already scooped up the second bowl of soft-shelled turtle soup, and he had lost all his compliments, so he said directly: "Xiao Song, why don't you take Yueyue to live with me? The house is big and comfortable.”

Zheng Ye protested: "That won't work, if you want to go, go to my house first."

Sun Yanshi smiled and said nothing, took a spoonful of soup and drank it, then turned his head slightly and said to Lang Song, "This soup is delicious. Didn't you say that you have never made soft-shelled turtle soup?"

Lang Song also tilted his head slightly, and explained in a voice that Sun Yanshi could only hear: "Cooking is not difficult, as long as you master the cooking techniques, you can make it like a gourd. I have never stewed soft-shelled turtle but stewed bone soup." , It can be cooked according to the stewing method of stewing bones, but the taste may not be so good. But the soft-shelled turtle soup stewed today is made according to the most praised recipe on the Internet, and the taste is really good.”

When a person talks about the things he is good at, he will have inadvertent confidence and seriousness on his face, and this is what Lang Song looks like now.

Sun Yanshi sat on a slightly higher stool. He tilted his head, and his eyes fell quietly on Lang Song's chiseled profile from top to bottom. He looked at the slightly raised eyebrows and corners of his mouth, unconsciously. Curved the corners of his mouth.

Today's small courtyard of the Sun's family is busier than New Year's Eve, and the smell of the food is almost wafting across the entire Lanying Village, causing the neighbors in the front, back, left, and left sides to be curious and greedy, and one after another poked their heads out of the windows to inquire.

The people in the small courtyard didn't notice, they were immersed in the delicious food on the dining table, laughing and laughing constantly.

When the sky was dark, everyone was almost full and put down their chopsticks one after another, but no one left the table. Taking advantage of the rare leisure time, they sipped their drinks and chatted.

Zheng Ye showed everyone a short video of his baby son. Zhang Wu praised him for being cute, beautiful, and smart. After a pause, he shook his head with some melancholy and said, "I regret that I didn't have a baby sooner."

Zheng Ye put away his mobile phone and said cautiously: "Before you said in the hospital that you were a widow, I thought you were an unmarriageist."

"This is a big misunderstanding. I got the certificate with my wife as soon as I reached the legal age." Zhang Wu smiled wryly and explained, "When I was young, my wife and I were busy with business from morning to night, and always felt that we were too busy to have children. At that time, I never gave birth. Just like this, one year after another, when we were in our thirties, we thought it was time to have a child, but my wife, my wife was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and passed away half a year later."

Hearing Zhang Wu's choked and trembling voice, everyone fell silent. Zheng Ye patted Zhang Wu's shoulder uncomfortably, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry bro, I blame me for talking too much."

"Blame me, blame me, it's okay to mention this spoiling of the atmosphere." Zhang Wu wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and laughed again, "My wife has passed away for several years. I am happy chatting with you, and I can't help nagging."

Sun Yanshi picked up the drink and touched Zhang Wu's cup, saying, "Brother Zhang, come anytime if you want to chat in the future, but you have to look forward."

Zheng Ye couldn't help looking at Sun Yanshi, and suddenly saw an astonishing brilliance in his eyes.

"Yes, look forward." Zhang Wu murmured and repeated, then raised his eyes to the distant horizon and sighed, "If you want to look forward, you should also cherish the people in front of you."

It was getting dark, and the lively dinner was over.

Before Zhang Wu left, he took out a red envelope and handed it to Lang Yue, and said to Lang Song: "I don't know what the little girl likes, give me a red envelope, and you can buy it yourself."

The red envelope was stuffed hard and full, and it contained at least 2000 yuan, Lang Song naturally refused to take it, so he quickly pushed it away.

Zhang Wu turned around and stuffed it into Sun Yanshi's hand, and said loudly, "Then you will keep it."

Sun Yanshi knew that he would definitely not go back, so he nodded and accepted without struggling.

Zhang Wu turned around to leave, and suddenly remembered something and turned to point at Lang Song: "There is something I wanted to say a long time ago, I guess I am not much different from your father in age, no matter what, you have to call me uncle, why don't you Also call me big brother."

"Hey," Zheng Ye put Zhang Wu's shoulders on his shoulders, "Then you are forcibly downgrading me and Yanshi, let us also call you uncle."

Zhang Wu was stunned for a moment: "It's true, hahahahahahahaha, so let's call him young."

Zheng Ye and Zhang Wu sandwiched a monkey as thin as a matchstick between them. The three of them wandered along the alley and walked towards the entrance of the alley as if they had drunk fake wine. It's going to be crushed."

Sun Yanshi stood at the door and leaned against the wall, watching the three of them disappear into the alley with a smile on his face, then slowly looked away, and led Langyue back to the courtyard.

Langyue was already asleep, and Sun Yanshi left the bathroom with a dry towel on his head without drying his hair after taking a shower.Before taking a bath, he was sleepy to death, but the drowsiness was washed away after a bath. He was going to go back to the room, but when he heard the slight movement from the kitchen downstairs, he turned around and went downstairs.

In the kitchen, Lang Song was cleaning the pancake pan, and in the sink there were several fresh-keeping boxes for making glutinous rice balls for assembling dishes.

"Going out tomorrow?" Sun Yanshi wiped his hair and put the towel on his shoulders.

"No, I'll try this pancake pan first." Lang Song looked at Sun Yanshi, "Why don't you blow your hair?"

Sun Yanshi always felt that the air blown by the hair dryer had a burnt smell, and he never liked to use it. He said: "The hair is short, and it will be dry later." Multigrain pancakes?"

Lang Song thought for a while before saying, "I can only make you a simple one, we don't have sauce at home."

"Okay, simple ones are fine, I haven't eaten for a long time." Sun Yanshi replied, walking to the sink, picking up a dish towel and throwing it into the sink.

Lang Song got up immediately: "I'll do the washing."

"It's okay, I'll do the laundry. You've been busy all night." Sun Yanshi realized that the apron was untied when his hands got into the water, and then turned his head and said, "Just help me tie the apron."

Lang Song took off the cotton apron hanging behind the door.

Sun Yanshi raised his wet hands, turned to face Lang Song, and lowered his head slightly.

The style of the apron was a hanging neck at the top and a tie at the bottom. Lang Song pinched the apron lanyard and put it around Sun Yanshi's neck. Unexpectedly, Sun Yanshi raised his head so fast that his earlobe just brushed against his fingertips.

Lang Song suddenly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

Sun Yanshi asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Lang Song suppressed his panic, twirled his numb fingertips, and said, "Static electricity."

"There's static electricity today?" Sun Yanshi grunted, but didn't care, and turned around to ask Lang Song to help tie the rope behind his waist.

Lang Song pinched the two tie ropes in a daze. The apron could only wrap around his waist for him, but it could almost wrap around Sun Yanshi. Lang Song looked down at Sun Yanshi's thin waist and smelled the apron. Sun Yanshi's body was lightly scented with bath milk, and his breathing suddenly became a little heavy.

In the courtyard, Huang Dou suddenly let out a loud snoring, which brought Lang Song back to his senses. He looked away, cleared his throat, and tied a knot quickly.

Sun Yanshi didn't notice the difference at all, and walked back to the sink: "Do I have to dry it after washing?"

Lang Song quickly calmed down the throbbing in his heart, walked over and said, "Well, let me wipe it." He stood aside with a dry cloth, and Sun Yanshi washed one after another.

Sun Yanshi is not good at housework, so he washes very slowly.Anyway, it was still early, and no one was in a hurry. While washing, he chatted with Lang Song all over the world, asking how to make pancakes with mixed grains, asking why monkeys didn't go to school, and asking how the village in the city where Lang Song used to live.

Lang Song answered each one in detail, and would take the initiative to say something else as he talked.

Sun Yanshi nodded from time to time. He finished washing the last fresh-keeping box and called Lang Song.

"Huh?" Lang Song focused on the fresh-keeping box in his hand, and responded in a low voice.

Sun Yanshi turned his head and looked at Lang Song's crow-wing eyelashes, and said, "Don't worry about food and rent in the future. I don't need that little money. You can treat this as your own home and live as long as you want."

Treat this as your own home——Sun Yanshi said this as early as when the brothers and sisters first moved in, but at that time it was to ease the restraint of the brothers and sisters. What he said was sincere, but mostly sympathetic and polite .But now he really regards the brothers and sisters as relatives, and he said it in the tone of a parent.

Lang Song's hand paused for a moment, then continued to wipe. After a while, he gave an "um" and said, "Okay."

The author has something to say:

In the next few days, I will start to move. I think I will be busy, and I will try my best to find time to write, but please don't wait for the update, so as not to wait.