Rebirth 2009: Synthetic God

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"Xinxin, Xiao Zhou is leaving. Tell your classmates I'll see you tomorrow."

Tong Xin's eyes were wandering and she could only tiptoe and said softly: "See you tomorrow."

His mother's attitude towards Zhou Rui was completely reversed. Even a blind person could see that it was because of Zhou Rui's large spending.

Such a performance made Tong Xin feel uncomfortable.

But the mother didn't care what her daughter thought. Her smile was kind and kind, and she just held Zhou Rui's hand and chatted about family matters.

I don't know whether it was because it was getting dark and the temperature was dropping or for some reason, but Tong Xin subconsciously put on the school uniform tied around her waist again, covering her proud figure.

Tong Xin's mother waited until Zhou Rui disappeared on the street corner, then said to Tong Xin: "You are a classmate who is very handsome, and your family conditions are not ordinary. You can buy something worth 20,000 yuan, and no one in the family will follow." Come!"

Tong Xin originally wanted to say that Zhou Rui was from an ordinary family, but then she thought that this was just her own inherent impression and might not be accurate, so she chose to shut up.

"How are Xiao Zhou's grades?"

Tong Xin said with a straight face: "Better than me."

This is the truth. She doesn't know about Zhou Rui's failure in the exam.

"Excellent young people, you should have more contact with other people in school."

"I know, Mom! Let's go! The computer store owner is looking over again."

"Let's go home!"

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The next day, Zhou Rui wore fresh casual clothes and walked towards Han Ziyin's house.

"Kangming New Village", No. 200 Renmin Road.

The sun in May is already quite powerful. After walking under the sun for a while, you will feel hot on the back of your neck. Fortunately, the street trees on both sides are relatively strong, forming a continuous green lawn. new

From a distance, he saw Han Ziyin in a dress, standing at the gate of Kangming New Village and waving to him.

"Zhou Rui! Here!"

The pure white dress moves with the wind and is divided into dancing lights and shadows by the shade of the trees, making the girl even more lively.

This outfit may be too plain for others, but Han Ziyin's unique temperament and tall body proportions make her look uniquely youthful.

Zhou Rui greeted: "I'm about to call you and ask for your house number."

Han Ziyin shook her head gently: "I was afraid that you would get lost, so I came out to pick you up."

Zhou Rui smiled and said: "How can we get lost at such a distance?"

The two walked side by side towards the community. When they passed through the gate, they received a curious look from the security guard.

Han Ziyin was a little embarrassed to be seen, but fortunately she was used to being aloof, so it was difficult to tell the difference.

Zhou Rui noticed that Han Ziyin was wearing a pair of white "Adidas" on her feet, which made her slender ankles particularly delicate.

Well, it's far worse than my own "Adi King"

The breeze brought Han Ziyin's scent to Zhou Rui's nose. It seemed not to be perfume, but some kind of laundry detergent. It smelled good.

While walking, Zhou Rui also looked at the surrounding houses. Compared with the villa area where Song Bin's family is located, this place can be said to be very simple, even a little old, and somewhat inconsistent with Zhou Rui's previous prediction of Han Ziyin's family situation.

There is no elevator. Han Ziyin's home is on the fourth floor. When the door opens, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and an apron greets him enthusiastically: "Classmate Xiao Zhou is here! Come in, come in!"

Zhou Rui felt happy after just one glance.

When you open your mouth, there is a familiar Shanghai Mandarin flavor, and the shape and expression are even more classic. New 𝟲𝟵Book Bar→𝟲𝟵𝘀𝗵𝘂𝘅.𝗰𝗼𝗺

This is not to say that everyone in Shanghai is a domestic husband, but this tone is indeed unique to many men in Shanghai.

Even if they are also known for their virtuousness, men in the Sichuan and Chongqing areas are not like this. Zhou Rui can't quite describe it.

Zhou Rui had lived in Shanghai for ten years in his previous life, and suddenly seeing such a person made Zhou Rui feel nostalgic and interesting.

The other party was so enthusiastic, Zhou Rui also smiled politely and said: "Hello, Uncle Han, I am classmate Han Ziyin, I didn't bring you a gift, sorry to bother you."

Father Han looked at this refreshing young man and pretended to complain: "Children, bring whatever gifts you have, just come home and play! Come in, come in, uncle will go back to the kitchen to cook first, Ziyin, please take care of me, I The pot is going to burn dry."

After saying that, he hurriedly returned to the kitchen. It seemed that he was really anxious about what was in the pot.

Han Ziyin and Zhou Rui looked at each other and couldn't help but smile: "My dad is like this. He is very frivolous in life. You don't mind, right?"

"How come? Uncle is very friendly."

Han Ziyin pulled up her long hair, squatted at Zhou Rui's feet, took out a pair of unopened men's slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them in front of Zhou Rui: "I bought them yesterday, I don't know if they fit."

Zhou Rui said with a smile: "In the worst case, I'll cut off my feet to fit my shoes."

Han Ziyin's home is not big, only about seventy square meters, and the decoration seems to be old, mostly made of wooden materials.

Not the kind of expensive mahogany, but a bright yellow composite board style.

Making Zhou Rui more curious about her family's situation.

Looking inside, Father Han was busy in the kitchen.

After Zhou Rui changed his slippers, the two fell into silence. The main reason was that Han Ziyin was a boring girl and had no experience. She didn't know what to do when guests came to the house.

As a guest, Zhou Rui couldn't just wander around by himself.

For a while, the only sound in the house was the sound of the range hood coming from the kitchen.

After a while, Han Ziyin couldn't stand it any longer and said with some uncertainty, "How about I take you on a tour?"

Zhou Rui looked at the unobstructed house.

What is there to see in the two-bedroom apartment?

Excluding the living room where they are sitting, there are only two bedrooms and a toilet. Do you want to show me your boudoir or your father's boudoir?

Zhou Rui thought for a while, then simply rolled up his sleeves and said, "Stop visiting. It's not appropriate for me to just sit here as a guest. Go give uncle a hand."

Knocking on the kitchen door, Zhou Rui expressed his purpose of coming.

Father Han was polite when he heard Zhou Rui's suggestion, but when he saw Zhou Rui's insistence, he stopped persuading him and left some cleaning work to Zhou Rui.

"Xiao Zhou, can you help me clean and peel these bamboo shoots?"

"give it to me."

Zhou Rui skillfully took out the bamboo shoots. This season's bamboo shoots are not so crispy, but still fresh and sweet. He cut the bamboo shoots from the bottom upward with a kitchen knife, peeling off the layers of the bamboo shoots, and then trimmed off the outer and older parts.

Zhou Rui pinched the bottom with his nails and felt it was a bit old, so he also cut off a section.

Father Han on the side secretly looked at Zhou Rui and was quite surprised to see how skilled he was.

Seeing that there was a piece of bacon that was not common in Qinghe County and a bowl of blanched pork ribs, Zhou Rui guessed what Han's father was going to do.

"Uncle Han is going to make pickled fresh food?"

Father Han was stunned and said in surprise: "Do you know this dish?"

"It's a famous dish of ours. I took it orally today. It looked like bamboo shoots in the front and I didn't realize it. Generally, spring bamboo shoots are used for pickling fresh vegetables."

A high school boy, in a place like Qinghe County, chatted with him about local dishes in Shanghai. Father Han felt that this experience was really fresh.

Father Han: "Spring bamboo shoots are out of season, and hairy bamboo shoots are also good. But you are wrong about one thing. This is not bacon. This is Shanghai's specialty 'fengrou'. It tastes better than bacon and is so fresh!"

Han's father was in his forties. If Zhou Rui had not been reborn, he would be about the same age as his eldest brother. The two soon started chatting.

In his previous life, he had been living in Shanghai for many years, so he naturally learned how to cook by himself. I can't say how good he was at it.

Han Ziyin leaned on the threshold of the kitchen and looked at her father and her deskmate. They chatted about food and were doing their own work, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

It’s been a long time since I saw my father talking to anyone about this.

And why Zhou Rui is so amazing.

It always gives people unexpected surprises.

Whenever Han Ziyin felt that she had understood Zhou Rui to some extent, Zhou Rui would always reveal more novel and unknown things.

Until Father Han's voice brought Han Ziyin back to her senses.

"Yinyin, how can you stand and watch when all the guests are attacking you? Go clear the table, set the dishes and take out the old wine from my cupboard."

In just ten minutes, he found that this young man chatted with him particularly well, as if he had been friends for years.

He has the youthful vitality of young people, but he is not as embarrassed and shy as other children, and he is also very talkative.

He turned to Zhou Rui and said, "Xiao Zhou is laughing at me. The little girl in Shanghai is very coquettish. She is raised clean and fair, but she is not good at work."

While Zhou Rui was cutting lettuce, he said, "Brother Han is joking. Aren't daughters meant to be rich?"

"Yes, yes, my daughter should be rich!"

There was a brief silence in the kitchen.

After a while, Father Han pushed up his glasses and turned to look at Zhou Rui:

"What did you just call me?"