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Zhuang Shihuai was wearing unlined clothes and stood on the balcony in the middle of the night smoking. He smoked three cigarettes in a row, but he didn't finish smoking. Most of them turned into ashes between his fingers.

In the evening video with Zhuang Yirou, it can be seen that she is in a good state of mind today, with Andrew by her side, and the nurses are also very considerate.

On the phone, Rourou told him not to worry, saying that he could hold on, Zhuang Shihuai agreed, and joked that he was going to watch a midnight movie to relax later.

Putting down the phone, his smiling expression collapsed.

How can you not be in a hurry, Zhuang Yirou is his younger sister, who has congenital heart disease since she was a child. The doctor has always suggested conservative treatment while looking for a matching organ for surgery. As a result, after so many years, she has not been able to find it. It is another organ instead. She also began to fail, and her health was getting worse and worse. A while ago, the doctor told him in private that she might not live to be 20 years old without surgery.

So when I returned to China this time, I heard that there are some traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions that are helpful for heart disease. Even if it is just a rumor, Zhuang Shihuai wants to try it.

After all, Zhuang Yirou is the only one left.

His parents died in a car accident when the siblings were very young, and only their grandparents were left to raise them up. A few years ago, his grandmother also left, and now his grandfather is the only one accompanying Zhuang Shihuai and Zhuang Yirou.

The relatives in the family are not willing to take care of them. If it weren't for the old man's face, they might have cut off communication long ago.

After all, who wants to touch a sick child.

But Zhuang Shihuai would not let go. After his parents had an accident, he once gnashed his teeth and swore in front of a group of relatives: "My sister, you don't want it, I want it."

In a flash, more than ten years have passed.

Zhuang Shihuai put out the cigarette in his hand, turned and entered the house.

For the prescription, he went to meet the man named Luo Zijun in the afternoon, and the two were somewhat related.

But that person not only didn't accept his proposal, but also put on a look of refusing to make mistakes. After so long in the officialdom, Zhuang Shihuai was the first time to see such a straight-forward man, which was a bit interesting.

Want to take a risk?After thinking about it, he still wanted it, to take a gamble and to be honest.

As New Year's Eve approached, Lin Xiaoyuan went to the small bookstore next to the school and brought back a box of comics, planning to spend time at home during this time.

The box was too heavy, and he still had injuries on his back. When he carried it through the door, Lin Xiaoyuan grinned in pain.

His mother sat on the sofa and watched TV calmly. If the wound on her face was not still there, there would be no trace of domestic violence by Lin Wei a few days ago.

That's right, a few days ago, after Lin Wei's son gave birth, he was a big fat boy, and he rushed back to force Lin Xiaoyuan's mother to divorce him. The three of them had a bloody battle, but of course there must be no result in the end. Yes, but this New Year's Eve meal will definitely be gone, but Lin Xiaoyuan doesn't care. Compared to the cold atmosphere at the dinner table, he would rather sit in the room with fireworks and firecrackers, sipping instant noodles and reading comics alone.

"Back?" His mother poured him a glass of water and pushed him over.

"what."

Lin Xiaoyuan didn't pick it up, and ran upstairs carrying the box without looking sideways.

"Where did you go?" "The bookstore, I got some books back."

The woman pinched the remote control, switching from one station to another rapidly, with deep and shallow scars on the back of her hand.

"New Year's Thirty..." Lin Xiaoyuan paused, feeling a little cruel, but interrupted her: "Forget it, he won't come back."

"Can you make a phone call?" Lin Xiaoyuan felt that sometimes his mother was hopeless, so he piled up the boxes in the room and lay helplessly on the fence on the second floor: "I haven't recovered from my injuries, what do you think now? Is it appropriate for me to call and beg him to come back for the New Year? You are not afraid that I will chop him up along the phone line with a kitchen knife?" "Xiaoyuan, he is your father."

"No, thank you. He's not my father. If he wants to beat you, beat yourself."

"You know he doesn't answer my calls."

"So, what are you doing? The one who delivered it to your door is asking for trouble."

"You don't understand...you don't understand..." His mother covered her expression with her hair covered, and she spoke behind his back in a very sad way. Lin Xiaoyuan watched for a while, but couldn't even say what she wanted to say.

"I don't understand, and I don't want to understand, anyway, I don't fight."

Lin Xiaoyuan was about to enter the door after answering this, when she heard the sound of glass shattering from the living room downstairs.

The woman held the glass and smashed it on the coffee table. When the coffee table was broken, the glass was also broken, leaving scum all over the floor, mixed with bloodstains.

"What are you doing!" Lin Xiaoyuan rushed downstairs to find a medicine box to bandage his mother's wound.

"I tell you to hit you! You are his son, you must call me back!" The woman's face was almost obsessed with obsession, Lin Xiaoyuan helped her treat the wound without saying a word, and went upstairs.

In such things as feelings, if you get too deep in your feelings, you will only be unwilling in the end, so Lin Xiaoyuan thought, if you get too deep in your feelings, you will really hurt others and yourself.

After entering the room, Lin Xiaoyuan lay down on the bed for a while and dragged out the book he just borrowed to read.

Thirty or forty books, the upper layer is still full of normal hot-blooded youth comics, basketball, swordsman, and science fiction. On the middle layer, he carefully pulled out two separate volumes, his face was hot, and his hands were shaking a little.

Just looking at the cover, it's not a serious story, it's still a romance of two men.

Lin Xiaoyuan quickly changed into her pajamas, wrapped herself in a blanket from head to toe, turned over again and began to watch, her rapid breathing echoed in the room.

The manga is very beautiful, and the plot is very attractive. When turning to the last two-thirds, the man in a suit and windbreaker, who is usually full of cream, is pushed on the cooking table by the boy. Lin Xiaoyuan feels that his blood is boiling. Scrolling down, the man in the manga gradually became the man he met in the garden in the middle of the street. That day he pressed his face against the man's waist and abdomen, and the body temperature and muscle sensation came through the shirt, mixed with lemon washing powder With a faint hormonal smell, it has been several days, and he still remembers it so clearly.

At the end of the manga, one corner of the man's shirt was lifted up, exposing his thin and strong waist. The boy pushed up the shirt little by little, and finally took off his pants and tried those indescribable postures on the cooking table. Lin Xiaoyuan's His face was red enough to bleed.

The familiar reaction below made him dizzy.

"Ahhh—Lin Xiaoyuan, you beast—" He tossed his hair and flopped on the bed, the quilt and blanket twisted into a ball.

Just as she was struggling with herself, the mobile phone next to her rang, Lin Xiaoyuan was startled, guilty as if she had done something bad, hurriedly went to answer the phone and almost rolled out of bed.

"Will you come to my house for dinner on New Year's Eve?" It was a handsome and handsome boy.

"Huh?" "My uncle said, there are many people and many people."

Lin Xiaoyuan hasn't fully recovered from the cartoon just now, but she feels warm in her heart.

"Will it bother you?"

"It's okay, every year my uncle and a few friends have dinner together."

"Then I won't be polite!" Lin Xiaoyuan stood up happily and bowed deeply to the air.

On the day of New Year's Eve, Lin Xiaoyuan was very excited, and woke up at [-]:[-] in the morning. There were only a few old men on the road outside who were walking their birds and dogs for early exercise.

He rummaged through the closet for a long time, finally found a new red coat, stood in front of the mirror and looked at it for a long time, feeling like a ripe tomato.

But when you go to someone else's house for the New Year, it's always right to wear new clothes.

The villa was quiet, and there was no movement in his mother's room, so she was probably still sleeping.

Lin Xiaoyuan wandered around for a long time, went downstairs to drink a glass of water, and washed an apple, wishing she could rush to Renxueba's house right now.

After finally holding back until after eight o'clock, he finally couldn't bear it any longer. He took two big boxes of gifts that he had prepared long ago, took a taxi and went straight to Yi's house in Ducheng.

Xueba's home is in a high-end neighborhood in the city center. When Lin Xiaoyuan arrived, Xueba was cooking glutinous rice balls with a spoon in his hand. His uncle stared sleepily at the door opened by a bird's nest. His pants were halfway up his crotch, almost showing his buttocks. He was kicked on the lower back by Xueba and kicked into the bedroom.

"Have you had breakfast?" Dudu asked.

"No, you actually know how to cook!" Xueba pursed his lips: "Just order some glutinous rice balls, not cooking."

"That's also very powerful. Unlike me, I only know how to eat."

Two kinds of glutinous rice balls filled with sesame seeds and peanuts were floating in the pot, and a strong aroma wafted from the kitchen.

Dudu fried two more eggs, one of which was shaped like a heart with a mold.

"This...?" "This is for my uncle."

"Oh."

Lin Xiaoyuan touched her nose.

But the glutinous rice balls are really delicious, and the fried eggs are also delicious.

Halfway through the meal, another visitor came to the house. Two handsome guys ran in carrying big and small bags of vegetables. One of them looked familiar. Lin Xiaoyuan was blind for a long time, but she couldn't remember who it was.

"This is Xu Chen and Uncle Li Liang."

Doodle introduction.

Lin Xiaoyuan realized when he heard the name. Isn't Li Liang the old fresh meat that the girls in his class used to hold posters for a while ago?

"Hello, uncle."

Lin Xiaoyuan was very well-behaved at the moment, Xu Chen and Li Liang also greeted him with a smile, and then plunged into the kitchen to prepare dishes.

Luo Zijun made a pot of tea and lay down on the sofa again.

"Uncle Luo, you can't lie down like this all the time, you'll get fat!" Lin Xiaoyuan said righteously, he found that Luo Zijun was really amazing, he came several times and saw him nestling on the sofa like an egg.

"Impossible! I'm not old! Besides, I do exercise every day, what do you kids know!" Luo Zijun said as he was about to lift up his clothes to show off his abs, but was pulled back by Du Chengyi with a "swish".

"Rogue!" he scolded.

"??" Luo Zijun was confused.

Li Liang poked out half of his head from the kitchen and laughed at him: "Luo Zijun, please restrain yourself, you have abs and don't just kill the flowers of the motherland."

"I don't have it! I just want to use my body to prove that I am still young!" Xu Chen put the washed ones on the plate expressionlessly: "Just your abs?" Luo Zijun bounced off the sofa when he heard it: " Hey, what do you call my abs! Come on, old Xu, let’s compare and I won’t believe me!” Du Chengyi stared at Luo Zijun with a fruit in his hand, and stared at Luo Zijun for a long time. , Li Liang smiled and poked Xu Chen's waist: "What do you care about with him?" Xu Chen was still serious: "His abs are not as good-looking as mine."

"Yes, you have beautiful abs, and you look good everywhere."

This sentence obviously pleased Xu Chen, and made the corners of his mouth curl up involuntarily for a long time. Li Liang leaned over again and kissed him on the face naturally.

Lin Xiaoyuan saw it, her eyes widened.

Luo Zijun shouted again in the hall: "You two children, it's still early for the New Year's Eve dinner, don't just hang around at home, little thing, didn't you say two days ago that your hair grows and you need to cut it?" "You Those two uncles..." On the way to the barber shop, Lin Xiaoyuan asked Dudu tentatively.

"Huh?" "It's that...that relationship?" "Oh, you said they have been married for several years."

Dudu took it for granted.

"Ah? Oh! Married."

"Yeah, I got it abroad a long time ago, what's the matter?" Lin Xiaoyuan rubbed her nose again: "It's nothing, nothing, it's pretty good."

The couple he met today were obviously his own kind, but he also discovered that Xu Chen and Li Liang and Jin Cheng were obviously different from the people he met in the bar street before. It could be seen that their relationship was very close. Well, happy life.

This made the adolescent Lin Xiaoyuan suddenly see hope again. Although they are different, they can also be happy.

This realization made Lin Xiaoyuan's mood suddenly clear, humming a little tune all the way.

The business of the barber shop is very good today, everyone is rushing to get a new look for the Chinese New Year, Lin Xiaoyuan waved her beauty salon card, and dragged Dudu to the front desk.

"Sister!" "Hey, isn't this Xiaoyuan, why are you free today?" "I brought friends here, sister, is Brother Nan here?" "Well... Yes, but he is a little busy now, you are in a hurry Is it still about ten minutes?" Lin Xiaoyuan waved his hand, and grabbed a handful of candies from the plate, "If you don't rush, I'll wait for him."

The front desk smiled and poured two glasses of water for the two children, then ran to a man in a shirt and vest and whispered something into the ear, the man turned his gaze and saw Lin Xiaoyuan smiling and waving at him.

"This is my brother Nan. He did my hair and my mother's hair before! The craftsmanship is amazing."

Lin Xiaoyuan turned her head to explain to Dudu, the man looked very gentle, and made a "wait a minute" mouth to Lin Xiaoyuan.

The barbershop's radio played rock music on a loop, probably from a certain app's playlist, and Lin Xiaoyuan hummed along, bouncing up and down the door.

Dudu said helplessly, "Don't shake, I'm dizzy."

"It's okay, you can't see it when you carry it on your back, hehe, I'm happy, I can't control it."

When Lin Xiaoyuan swallowed the fourth big white rabbit, Brother Nan came over wiping his hands.

"Hair cut?" "He wants to cut it, I want to change the color!" Lin Xiaoyuan was still very excited, pointing to herself and Dudu: "No, we both have to change."

"Oh, that's fine."

Brother Nan recruited another Tony teacher: "Your friend should follow him."

Lin Xiaoyuan thought for a while, then pulled Brother Nan to the side and said mysteriously: "Brother Nan, why don't you help my friend dye it, it's not that I don't think that little brother is bad, what is it, I feel more at ease with you! "Brother Nan didn't react when he heard that, he still smiled gently and said: "Okay."

Teacher Tony pressed Lin Xiaoyuan on the chair and asked him what color he wanted. Lin Xiaoyuan immediately thought of the color like a burning cloud, and pointed at the color card for a long time: "This!" If you have dark skin, the effect of dyeing a bay red hair may not be satisfactory."

Lin Xiaoyuan waved her hand: "It's okay, you can dye a temporary one, it will fall off in a few days, I'll play by myself."

He Nange muttered for a long time beside Duchengyi, and was fooled into challenging a new level—silver gray. The final effect was so amazing that everyone was amazed, even the young ladies waiting at the door couldn’t hold back. , They frantically took pictures around Dudu with their mobile phones.

His snow-coloured hair, coupled with his own white skin and indifferent expression, seemed to have come straight out of a fairy tale.

Lin Xiaoyuan looked at herself in the mirror and almost cried.

Brother Nan pulled that Tony teacher, and endured a lot of hard work with a smile on the side. Not only was he not even a little bit embarrassed, but he comforted him solemnly: "This slightly darker red is actually quite suitable for you."

Lin Xiaoyuan wanted to scold people, he wanted to say that I am a slightly darker red, this is my aunt's blood on my head.

Brother Nan finally confiscated his money that day, but Lin Xiaoyuan couldn't be happy at all. He dragged Du Chengyi back dejectedly. He thought it didn't matter if it was an acquaintance who lost face, but God made a bigger joke with him.

As soon as the door opened, Uncle "Huoshaoyun" stood on the balcony. He was cold all over, and he couldn't tell for a moment whether it was God, whether he was helping him or playing with him.

Color collision is not terrible, whoever is a fake is embarrassed.

Zhuang Dameiren: Huh?Does this hair look familiar?I finally met officially, and I’m suffocating =皮= These two people will start the mode of "lingering to the end of the world" next, and I will add some dog food in the next chapter tomorrow~~?o(*￣▽￣*) Possibly, maybe, probably, the daily update will be resumed (I'm panicking every other day)