I pamper the little baby in 80

Yuan Hongjun bought a box of Daqianmen cigarettes from the canteen, sat on the stone platform at the corner of the alley, and smoked one by one.

In the alleys of the magic capital in the 80s, there were no neon lights like those of later generations. When the sky was getting dark, except for the faint lights shining through the doors and windows of each house, the surrounding area was pitch black.

Yuan Hongjun looked up at the starry sky, the dots of bright starlight were extraordinarily dazzling.

Without the light pollution, the stars are no longer hidden under the curtain of the night, and Yuan Hongjun's restless mood suddenly relieved when he looked at the vast starry sky.

Yuan Hongjun took a deep breath between his cigarettes, and then let out a long breath, as if he wanted to let out his depressed mood. It seems that this place of the Yuan family is not suitable for long-term living. In order to keep his ears quiet, he should Find a place to move as soon as possible.

Renting a house this year means that you have to share the same yard with others, and go in and out of all kinds of short-term things.

Yuan Hongjun calculated the savings in his hand now, and it would cost around 500 yuan to buy a small yard, but he didn't know if he could find a suitable one.

He was sitting on a stone pier smoking a cigarette, and when he was in a trance, he suddenly felt that someone came behind him and patted him on the shoulder, and the boy's unique clear voice sounded beside him: "Brother, I am far away The figure I saw seemed to be you, but when I got closer, it was really you. Why didn't you go home to rest in the middle of the night? If there is anything bothering you, tell me."

Fan Ze was holding a large washbasin with peeling paint, a towel hanging around his neck, and his hair was wet, obviously he had just taken a shower.

He stood beside Yuan Hongjun with a smile on his face, his beautiful phoenix eyes were extraordinarily bright under the light of the stars.

"Smoking?" Yuan Hongjun smiled, raised his chin at Fan Ze, and passed the big front door in his hand forward as a greeting.

Fan Ze chuckled, put the washbasin in his hand on the ground, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, and sat down beside Yuan Hongjun with a cigarette in his mouth: "Smoke, brother, let me borrow a fire."

The boy's delicate facial features and sharp-edged lower forehead line, under the moonlight, are extraordinarily beautiful. Yuan Hongjun seems to be bewitched in his heart, and the balance of reason is slightly tilted.

He clasped the back of the boy's neck with one hand, and with half a cigarette in his mouth, he approached Fan Ze's cigarette to light it for him.

The smell of nicotine rose little by little between the two of them, with an ambiguous and seductive taste. Fan Ze looked at Yuan Hongjun's face who was close at hand, and his tip was slightly red.

It wasn't until the cigarette was completely lit that Fan Ze pulled his head back like a chick being scalded by hot water, and scratched his short hair: "Well... well, my grandfather won't let me smoke, I secretly of."

Seeing the child's red ears, the corners of Yuan Hongjun's lips curled up, feeling as if his heart was being scratched by a kitten, he relaxed with a cigarette in his mouth and smiled, "Oh, then you can't smoke this cigarette, I can't." I can't let the old man know that I have spoiled his eldest grandson, otherwise what will I do if the old man doesn't cook for me next time?"

The charming atmosphere just now disappeared without a trace, Fan Ze scratched his head again, and said with a smirk: "Grandpa won't, he likes you the most, we have earned so much money during this time, the old man is I'm so happy, I want you to come home all day long, and I'll cook something delicious for you."