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After dinner, Han Yi saw Yan Jiwen offered to help clean up the tableware, so he raised his chin in the direction of the sink: "It's good to put the things away, I'll wash them later."

"It's okay, I'll do it." Yan Jiwen turned on the faucet, squeezed some dish soap into the sponge cloth, and started rinsing the dishes quickly.

There were only a few dishes, and it would be done in a short time. When he came out of the kitchen, he saw Han Yi in the living room beating the TV vigorously.

Yan Jiwen walked over to him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"There seems to be something wrong with this TV. I'm debugging it." Han Yi took it for granted.

This move reminded Yan Jiwen of his grandfather. Whenever the TV failed, the first reaction of the old man was to knock it with his hands. Psychologically, he thought it would get better if he knocked it a few more times.

Is this guy an electrical idiot?

"No matter how much you beat it, it won't get better." Yan Jiwen was speechless, he poked his head behind the TV to check the wiring, and found that the plug was only in poor contact, just readjust it.

The TV was "repaired", and Han Yi happily picked up the remote control to select programs there: "Do you want to watch a movie together?"

It's all here, and within an hour or two, Yan Jiwen sat down in a comfortable position on the sofa.

Han Yi chose a Japanese horror movie, and in order to create an atmosphere of watching the movie, he deliberately turned off all the lights in the house.

The two sat in the dimly lit living room drinking beer and waiting for the movie to play.

Horror movies in Asia are not as bloody and violent as in Europe and the United States. Most of them focus on ghosts and ghosts, deliberately exaggerating a creepy and gloomy atmosphere. , Scared everyone off guard.

The stereo surround sound effect in the room was so good, Yan Jiwen decided to turn on the closed-eye mode after being scared twice in a row.

Suddenly, something seemed to touch his arm on the right.

Obviously it wasn't Han Yi, because he was sitting on his left right now, Yan Jiwen was startled, and instantly jumped up from the sofa.

"What's wrong?" Han Yi raised his head to look at him puzzled.

Yan Jiwen took a closer look, only to realize that it was Ding Ding who had jumped onto the sofa.

Han Yi smiled and said, "Did you get scared just now?"

Of course he would not admit it. In order to save face, Yan Jiwen maintained a calm expression, and said stiffly: "No, I just feel that this movie is a bit boring."

"Boring? But I think it's pretty good." Han Yi asked him to discuss the plot, "By the way, who do you think killed the protagonist's family?"

Yan Jiwen watched the movie with his eyes closed just now, he was silent for a while, thinking about it, he couldn't remember the names of any of the characters in it.

Seeing that he lacked interest, Han Yi said, "If you don't want to watch it, then let's get another one."

Yan Jiwen didn't agree: "I've read half of it, let's finish it."

Because he wanted to save face, he bit the bullet and sat in prison for another hour with his eyes closed.

At 11:30 in the evening, Yan Jiwen left Han Yi's residence and took a taxi back.

He still has class tomorrow morning, but this meeting is really too tiring, so he decided to go home and sleep for the night first.

This is the first time he has come back since he quarreled with Yan Guohua last time.

The big room was pitch black, and at this hour, both Yan Guohua and Jiang Wei had already fallen asleep.

Yan Jiwen tiptoed into the house to put on his shoes, and quickly slipped back into the room.

He was very tired, but he couldn't fall asleep.

As soon as I closed my eyes, the images of the horror movies I watched before came out of my mind involuntarily.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he looked at the blank ceiling above, and couldn't help imagining the appearance of a long-haired female ghost hanging upside down.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have watched those messy things.

Yan Jiwen regretted so much that he had to turn on the lights again, turn up the volume of the phone, and played "Learning to Meow" over and over again.

The door of the room was quietly opened a gap, and a black figure walked in from the outside, approaching the bed step by step.

Yan Jiwen lay down with his back facing the door, one hand resting on his shoulder without warning, Yan Jiwen was so frightened that a carp stood upright, turned around and punched the person behind him hard.

Yan Guohua staggered back a few steps, he was also frightened, if he hadn't moved so fast just now, he almost got his son's fist.

"Stinky boy, what are you doing?!" Yan Guohua blushed and cursed loudly, "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Wei was also standing behind Yan Guohua at this time, and she was also a little confused by her son's reaction: "Xiao Ji, when did you come back? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Isn't it because you are all asleep?" Yan Jiwen's face was livid, as if he was still immersed in the frightened emotion just now.

Yan Guohua and Jiang Wei went to a friend's house for a party at night, and they came back only 10 minutes ago.

When he just went upstairs, Yan Guohua saw that the light in his son's room was on. Feeling puzzled, he decided to come in to check the situation.

Thinking of the scene where he was almost beaten just now, Yan Guohua became furious again: "Hmph, is there anyone who sees Dad like this and starts to touch him?"

Yan Jiwen didn't do it on purpose, he curled his lips and said, "You should come in and knock on the door anyway."

"Father and son, you should keep the quarrel until the daytime, and don't disturb the rest of the neighbors next door at night." Jiang Wei hurriedly stood up to ease the atmosphere.

As she spoke, she forcibly pulled Yan Jiwen off the bed: "At home, there is a soup made of ginseng and jade bamboo, which nourishes the lungs and clears the heart. Come and drink a bowl before going to bed."

Yan Jiwen couldn't beat his mother, so he had to follow suit.

Taking advantage of this trip back, he told Yan Guohua and Jiang Wei about Han Yi's search for a doctor by the way: "If you know some good acupuncturists, you can recommend them to him."

Yan Guohua was a little surprised: "When did you become so familiar with Mr. Han?"

"Where is it familiar..."

Jiang Wei said: "Everyone has invited you to his house for dinner, aren't you familiar?"

Yan Jiwen drank the soup silently.

Jiang Wei said again: "Is Teacher Han busy recently? Why don't you invite him to our house for dinner?"

Han Yi was a very bad guy, Yan Jiwen didn't want to take him home for dinner at all, he was always worried that the other party would dig a hole for him in front of his parents.

"Busy, not only do I have to go to school, but I'm also busy finding a partner for myself."

"What about you?" Jiang Wei took the opportunity to inquire, "Do you have a date now?"

"No."

Yan Guohua, who was sitting next to him, snorted coldly: "Forget it, with his temper and EQ, if he really wants to talk to someone, he won't let him run away in anger."

"That's not inherited from you as a father." Jiang Wei glanced at him and continued to say to his son, "It doesn't matter if you don't have one. Mom will introduce you to one. Aunt Qin, do you remember? Her daughter is studying in Shanghai. I'm the same year as you, and that girl is so pretty, next month I'll be on summer vacation and wait for her to come back, then Mom will bring you and ask Aunt Qin out for dinner, that's it!"

Jiang Wei was firm, and Yan Jiwen didn't even have the right to refuse.

He suddenly felt that he was a bit mean, and he wanted to talk about something to find a partner. He just jumped out of the hole Han Yi dug, and this time he fell headlong into the hole he dug himself.