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After a lively meal, Yan Jianghe remembered that he had promised Zhang Cong that he would save some appetite to eat dumplings, so he only ate five or six cents full, and he was the first in the family to put down his chopsticks.

Ning Hanghang patted his leg: "Uncle, don't you want to eat?"

"Yeah." Yan Jianghe smiled.

"Let's go to Mr. Feng's for a meal later." Yan Tao said.

"Yes." Yan Jianghe glanced at his watch, "It's almost time, I'll be leaving right away. Is there a whip at home this year?"

"Don't let it go, you can go and don't worry about it." Yan Tao turned his face to look at the refrigerator, and signaled, "The cake is in the refrigerator."

"Yeah." Yan Jianghe stood up and pinched Ning Hanghang's soft little face.

Seeing him standing up to look through the refrigerator, Ning Hanghang also stood up.

"Hey, Hang Hang, what are you doing standing up? Before you finish eating, sit down and eat, and eat half of the dumplings in your bowl." Zhou Pingnan clicked his tongue, wondering why this girl was so sticky to Yan Jianghe.

But this time Ning Hanghang didn't want to be Yan Jianghe's follower, so she saw her pair of watery eyes slipping around, and jumped behind Zhou Pingnan in two steps, hiding her head and hiding.

"Huh?" Zhou Pingnan didn't know what was going on.

At this time, Yan Jianghe suddenly feigned anger and shouted: "Ning Hang Hang!"

Ning Hanghang shivered, subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth, and laid his chin on Zhou Pingnan's back.

Zhou Pingnan raised his eyebrows: "Yan Jianghe, what are you shouting, it's frightening Hang Hang."

Yan Jianghe walked over with the cake box in his hand, and pointed behind his own mother: "You are still hiding, tell yourself, did you steal the cake!"

Zhou Pingnan turned his head to look at Ning Hanghang's small face, and said incredulously, "Is it true? How did you steal the refrigerator so high?"

"Then who knows." Yan Jianghe snorted.

When he opened the refrigerator, he saw the cake box was wide open, and it was even worse to take a look inside.What Yan Tao bought was a fruit cake, which was supposed to be pretty, but unfortunately a small piece was disfigured and a hole was ripped out.

The digging is not very good, at first glance, it seems to be scratching randomly with claws.No need to think about it, the whole family only Ning Hanghang and Yan Laicai can do such a good thing.Yan Laicai is a stupid dog, not mature yet.Ning Hanghang was very aura, so he couldn't help but say that the culprit was this melon girl.

Zhou Qian's face fell down: "Ning Hang Hang, come here."

Ning Hanghang didn't dare to raise his eyes, he lowered his head and walked up to his mother.

Zhou Qian immediately pulled her over to start education.Ning Hanghang was isolated and helpless, and no one answered her after asking for help with her eyes.Yan Jianghe's family loves their children very much, but if Xiong Tou behaves badly, he will not be ambiguous in the training.

Zhou Pingnan naturally did not tolerate it, poor Ninghanghang found the wrong backer, Zhou Pingnan was with Zhou Qian and Yan Jianghe's aunt at the moment, three women were playing a show, besieging her with a loud voice and a stick.

Yan Jianghe also had a straight face: "You are still good at grabbing, how old are you? Is it dirty?"

Yan Jianghe didn't say anything more for the Chinese New Year's Eve, and he didn't need to, having three women was enough, seeing the little girl was so wronged that she was about to cry.

Zhou Qian: "Apologize to Uncle."

"Uncle..." Ning Hanghang moved to Yan Jianghe's lap, grunting.

"..." Yan Jianghe knelt down, "You don't have to apologize to me, it's not mine."

He didn't give Ning Hanghang a good look: "This is a little uncle's. When he comes someday, you can apologize to him."

Ning Hanghang panicked when he saw that the corner of Yan Jianghe's mouth was not smiling at all.She leaned over and took the initiative to rub against Yan Jianghe's arms, and said in a childish voice, "Okay. I was wrong, uncle, don't be angry."

"..." Yan Jianghe couldn't hold back, and fiddled with her shofar braid: "I wanted to give you a piece of chocolate, but I won't give it to you now. I will give it to my little uncle, okay?"

Ning Hanghang pursed his mouth again, and finally nodded after being wronged for a long time.Yan Laicai catches eyes and comes over to lick Ning Hanghang's trouser legs to appease him.

"Come here, I haven't finished talking yet. Grab it with your hands, how did I tell you, what do you use for eating?" Zhou Qian still refused to let go.

"... Spoons, chopsticks." Ning Hanghang could only eat Coptis chinensis dumbly, and then went to learn the lesson with a sullen face.Everyone else at the table looked like they were watching the fun, especially Ning Hanghang's own father, who watched with relish while eating.

Yan Jianghe Bafeng held back his laughter motionlessly, mentioned the unsightly fruit cake and left first.

Zhang Cong really made himself a bowl of poached eggs.Ashamed of his dexterous hands, he couldn't count in an instant. He accidentally shook his hair and sprinkled a large spoonful of sugar.It directly caused him to eat this bowl of poached eggs so badly.Then he came to a conclusion - poached eggs are still delicious when cooked by the old man.

After finishing cooking, Zhang Cong poured a large glass of water, then threw the dumplings into the pot, sprinkled a pinch of fine salt and cooked them.Bring it into the back room to eat with Mr. Feng.

Zhang Cong stared at the count, Feng Lao ate five.In fact, it was already very good, but Zhang Cong still couldn't help frowning.

Seeing his expression, Mr. Feng smiled: "I ate too much of the bowl of rice porridge at noon, and my stomach is bloated."

"Yeah." Zhang Cong didn't say anything. He lowered his head and ate a large plate of dumplings, then went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

He packed up and came out of the kitchen, and was called in by Mr. Feng to put on the radio.There is no TV in the house, and the old man uses a palm-sized radio to tune in. He wants to listen to the Spring Festival Gala.

It is said that the thing is called "Old Man Music".Listening to cross talk sketches is fine, and Zhang Cong once took him to an Internet cafe to download a few old songs for him.

Very interesting.Broken old man's meaning.

Zhang Cong didn't stay in the house for long, he went to sit in the living room.The pot was still hot in the kitchen, and the fire was not turned off.Why is he warming up to Yan Jiang?

Zhang Cong took out his cell phone from his pocket, paused his fingers, and typed a word - "gay".

The entries are very academic, and there is no difference between writing and not writing. Of course, Zhang Cong knows what "homosexuality" refers to, and it is very clear as the name suggests.

Zhang Cong lowered his eyes, opened the picture, and saw that the first picture was two men kissing.

His mind was pierced by a picture, and he quickly pressed the phone to a black screen, then stared at the dog ears on the phone case in a daze, until the sound of the key turning came from the door, and Zhang Cong woke up suddenly.

Zhang Cong quickly thought: "Zhong Ning is gay. Why are Zhong Ning and Yan Jiang friends? What about Yan Jiang? How does Yan Jiang know? How can it be possible that Yan Jiang is also..."

"It's really cold outside." Yan Jianghe said.He walked into the room, put the cake on the table, and rubbed his hands.

Zhang Cong's thoughts were interrupted, Yan Jianghe suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he almost threw his phone to the concrete floor.

He held his mobile phone firmly, put it in his pocket, got up and went to the kitchen: "Sit down for a while. I'll warm up the dumplings for you."

The pot of dumpling soup was still boiling, so Zhang Cong filled a bowl and handed it to Yan Jianghe.

"Hey." Yan Jianghe quickly took the dumpling soup, snorted and drank it while walking into the back room, and then greeted, "Old man, what are you listening to in the room..."

Zhang Cong looked at Yan Jianghe's back, and went back to the kitchen to warm up dumplings for him.

When Yan Jianghe left the house, he took Old Feng's door behind him.There was no more sound from the small radio in the house.It is estimated that I am tired from listening, and the old man wants to rest for a while.

"Eat it. It's just warmed up." Zhang Cong pushed the dumplings to Yan Jianghe.Also got him a sauce dish.

"Is that all?" Yan Jianghe asked, rubbing his eyeballs.

"Yeah." Zhang Cong paused, "Not enough food?"

"Enough." Yan Jianghe said, "I just didn't find it."

He asked Zhang Cong: "Where is the shoulder pole I packed?"

"..." Zhang Cong turned his head and caught sight of Yan Jianghe's cake, "I ate it."

"Oh." Yan Jianghe also looked over, and he laughed, "That's your birthday cake."

Zhang Cong felt as if a knife had been swung on his neck suddenly, it was a scythe that was fast.He turned his head to look at Yan Jianghe, feeling nothing in his neck: "What?"

"Your cake." Yan Jianghe repeated, and began to eat dumplings, "Unfortunately, there was an episode in the middle."

Zhang Cong was still a little confused: "How do you know that my birthday is today?"

"When I didn't know that you were Zhang Cong, the old man told me about it." Yan Jianghe pointed at the cake with his chin, "Go and have a look. You can just pick it up and eat it later."

Yan Jianghe: "I'm sorry, my cousin's niece is too naughty and greedy, so I stole a paw from you."

Zhang Cong: "..."

It is quite novel why Yan Jiang would say "I'm sorry" to Zhang Cong so sincerely.

Zhang Cong reached out to take the cake, pushed it to the center of the table, and opened the box.He stared at it and was stunned.

It was exactly the same as what Yan Jianghe said, without distorting the facts at all.It is indeed "stealing a paw".

Zhang Cong sat down slowly: "She is eating with her hands?"

"Yeah." Yan Jianghe wrinkled his nose, "I don't know how a little girl can be blamed until next year."

Yan Jianghe: "I didn't give her a good face either. If you don't like it, you can do it yourself when you see her. But you can't spank the pain, so be gentle. Only the buttocks are allowed."

Zhang Cong was a little confused.What did Yan Jianghe say?The problem is not how to spank the child.Rather... How can he meet Yan Jianghe's cousin and niece?It's nonsense.

But Zhang Cong didn't have time to think about it, because Yan Jianghe said something wrong again: "Oh, yes, I snatched her chocolate for you, and I will make it up to you first."

After he finished speaking, he took out a silky milk-flavored dove from his pocket and threw it under Zhang Cong's eyes.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Crazy only snatch children's chocolate.But Zhang Cong realized that he was seriously ill.Because he really stretched out his hand and put the DOVE in his pocket, the chocolate happened to touch the phone, and the black screen of the phone had "gay" hidden.His bag is really terrible.

Yan Jiang was overjoyed, and told Zhang Cong: "Don't eat the half she caught, eat the other half, it's clean. The old man in the house can't eat it, so we two have enough."

Zhang Cong said "Oh" in a low voice, and went to the kitchen to take out a pair of chopsticks.There is no knife for cutting cakes at home, so he simply scratches with chopsticks.

But before the chopsticks touched the cake, Yan Jianghe suddenly stretched out a hand to block it: "What are you doing? Wait a minute."

So the chopsticks hit the back of Yan Jianghe's hand.

Zhang Cong: "Huh?"

Yan Jianghe frowned: "Candle."

"...No need?"

"Tsk." Yan Jianghe said dissatisfied, "What's a birthday cake without candles? Cakes can be eaten every day, how can birthdays be different? Isn't it just a sense of ritual?"

Zhang Cong couldn't hold back him, and actually didn't want to hold him back.He took the candle and lit it.It is the numbers "1" and "8", exactly,.

When Zhang Cong was lighting candles with a lighter, Yan Jianghe didn't do serious things.With a smile, he slipped out the birthday crown made of cardboard, and crowned Zhang Cong the moment he raised his head.

"You..." Zhang Cong's throat was itchy, and suddenly he wanted to cough when he spoke.

Seeing Zhang Cong wearing a crown, Yan Jianghe felt an indescribable joy.He immediately laughed, walked to the switch, and slapped the light off.The room was instantly pitch black, save for the warm light of candles.

Yan Jianghe's pentameter is not very complete, and he didn't have the leisure to sing the birthday song to amuse Zhang Cong, so he picked up a happy birthday song from his phone and listened to it quietly.

Zhang Cong didn't move at all, and didn't shake a finger until the end of a song. His eyes were fixed on the candle, and the small flame began to double in his pupils. He could smell the warm wax in his nose.

Yan Jianghe said, "Make a wish."

Zhang Cong still stood there, but lowered his eyes and didn't look at the candle again.Yan Jianghe asked him to make a wish.He only called out "Yan Jianghe" softly in his heart.

The candles were blown out, and the lights came on again.Zhang Cong picked up his chopsticks and scratched the cake again.

The embryo of this cake was soft, and Zhang Cong's hands were quick, and it was neatly drawn, without much crookedness.

He pushed a piece to Yan Jianghe, and Yan Jianghe smiled from the corner of his eyes: "Zhang Cong, happy birthday."

Zhang Cong pursed his lips unconsciously, and then smiled, revealing a pair of dimples.

Yan Jianghe's "Happy Birthday" is different.It's not like Tang Fuxing's, nor is it like Feng Lao's.Not the same.But no one in the world can be like others.Tang Fuxing and Feng Lao said differently.Zhang Cong couldn't describe it clearly.

It's just that he fully understands it - New Year's Eve, birthday, and adulthood.For Yan Jianghe, he developed an ulterior motive.