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The next day, I didn't dare to get up until the old couple went out, Si Ji.Don't be afraid of [-], just in case, Lao Si is fine, he really can't stand his mother's teasing and gossiping eyes.In fact, I woke up several times in the middle, and the little sparrows outside the window kept chirping, and the sound of snow dripping was not small at all.But he was always hugged by Zuo Yan, and was patted and coaxed to continue to sleep whenever he moved.So he understood in seconds: Zuo Yan was also ashamed.

Brushing teeth, washing face, preparing breakfast, and then watching Zuo Yan go to dry the quilt on the balcony, Si Ji stared at the two big cardboard boxes in the center of the living room in a daze.After hesitating for a long time, he called Si's mother, but fortunately, the other party's tone was as usual.He said, Mom, why did you dig out the pile of junk I had when I was in school?Si's mother said that you knew it was broken, so why didn't you let me throw it away?While Xiao Zuo is here, you pack up those treasures and take them away.Si Ji said that you handed me over completely?Si's mother said that I was just going by the way, don't be too wordy, wait for me to come back to cook at noon, you two can't get out of the house, your father and I still have a lot of things to explain.

After hanging up the phone, Si Ji violently dumped all the contents of the box on the floor.He sat in a pile of miscellaneous things and flipped through them one by one. They were all old gadgets, textbooks, classmate books, random toys and comics.Seeing Zuo Yan come in, he beckoned him to pick and choose together, and while watching, he talked about interesting stories from his youth.After rummaging around, he suddenly raised an envelope as if he had found a treasure: "Old Zuo, look quickly, it's a letter from Lao Si to my mother!"

Maybe Si's mother mixed up with Si Ji's things by mistake in her early years.There is a neat stamp on the old-fashioned dark yellow envelope. It can be seen that the owner cherishes it very much. The paper is smooth and exudes a fragrance.Si Ji put it in front of his nose and sniffed it as if he had encountered a treasure, and then unceremoniously pulled out the letter paper inside, Zuo Yan couldn't stop it in time.Si Ji looked at him with a wicked smile, and said that since it was put in my things, it was mine, so it wouldn't be too much to see, right?As he spoke, he held up the letter paper, and read to the blue and black pen on it: "This is a love letter written by my dad, and it's a return to Comrade Ma Fangfang, hahahaha..." May I be a shadow in the daytime, and often follow my shape to go west Dong'...This old company is quite romantic.'May I be a candle at night, and shine on the two thresholds'..."

Zuo Yan came over.Next to these verses, there are notes written in another slightly clumsy font, which should be Mama Si's. "Auntie must be very happy to see these few confessions."

"Well, literary youths were very popular at that time. My father has been clinging to my mother until now. He said that my mother was very beautiful when she was young, and there were too many hooligans chasing her in the factory... Hey, now I think of him. This is really unreasonable, as if he himself is not a hooligan."

Zuo Yan hit him on the head: "Don't say that about your father."

"Hey, you were bought by him in just one night? What good did he promise you?" Si Ji smiled back and forth, read the letter hastily, and carefully stuffed it back into the envelope.After thinking about it, he ran to the boss's bedroom and put it on the dresser.Standing by the door, he saw Zuo Yan lowered his head, flipping through an English book painted as a cartoon, but his eyes were a little wandering, as if he was thinking about something.Startled, his heart ached, he was speechless for a long time.Zuo Yan glanced at him when he turned around to light a cigarette, and asked, "What's the matter? Come here."

Si Jinan walked up to him, knelt down, hugged his head and then let go, hesitantly said: "Old Zuo, what I said...would you be sad?"

Zuo Yan was also stunned, and it took several seconds before he said: "No." He suppressed his smile and pinched Si Ji's cheek: "It's you. I don't want my experience, or what I said , will become your burden."

There is no need between them.

Looking into his eyes, Si Ji nodded solemnly: "Don't worry." Zuo Yan hummed and kissed the corner of his mouth: "...I was just thinking just now, leaving aside their parents' identities, they are really just ordinary people That's all. It's not as omnipotent as we thought in childhood. Like my mother, she didn't want to implicate her grandparents and Zuo Ye, and she insisted not to contact them in those years... How painful will she be? "

Si Ji had no way to comfort him, so he said, "Speaking of Zuo Ye, he told me that he will come with Xiao Ze next week."

"He told me that too."

"...Old Zuo, let's look forward together."

Zuo Yan nodded, and took out a strange thing from a "Military World" magazine on the ground: "...I wanted to ask you just now, what is this?"

Si Ji stared at it for a long time before bursting into laughter, saying that I would have forgotten if you didn’t take it out; at that time, the biology teacher asked us to make specimens, and the classmates used small butterflies and small petals. Grandma picked a giant sunflower and put it in the book... Fuck, it's moldy...

The black sunflower was thrown into the trash can by Zuo Yan with two fingers, and the two continued to shop for treasures slowly.When Lao Si and the others came back, there were still more than half of the two boxes left.Mother Si burst out laughing, saying that I knew this would happen, just like your father; while old Si looked at them with piercing eyes, and said, "Are you sober?"

Feeling guilty, Si Ji always felt that there was something in his words, so he politely took two bags of vegetables from him and took Zuo Yan into the kitchen, saying that he would cook for the two elders by himself.Zuo Yan was the chef, and he helped, and the four dishes and one soup were quickly cooked.During the dinner, Mother Si did not hesitate to praise Zuo Yan to the sky.After the meal, the old Si solemnly handed Zuo Yan a big red envelope, saying it was a birthday present; Si's mother made some paper bags out of nowhere, and Si Ji went over to take a look. A cashmere coat, sweater, slacks and a pair of leather shoes .Zuo Yan took it and stammered his thanks.Si Ji stood side by side with him, their faces were a little red.

When they went downstairs, Mama Si and Zuo Yan, who was holding a tattered bag, walked ahead.The old Si Dabao carried things for them, and he was in a very good mood. He whispered to Si Ji that Xiao Zuo was indeed a good boy, neither arrogant nor impatient, and there was nothing to criticize in dealing with others, let him learn more.Si Jin nodded straight, his eyes never leaving Zuo Yan's back in front of him. "You finally have a good eye this time." Lao Sizhong patted him on the shoulder again, "Son, live a good life. Being in love is easy but getting along is hard, and now you are just getting started."

"Don't worry about that," Si Jifan put his arms around Lao Si's shoulders, smiling sweetly, "We shouldn't have any major problems. After all, just looking at him makes me feel very satisfied."

Lao Si was so disgusted by his suddenness, he coughed loudly.Mama Si stopped in her tracks, turned her head to stare at him, and talked about telling him to quit smoking; she was perplexed after she finished talking about quitting smoking, and then she complained about his bad habits. All in all, it was a close complaint, a concern that anyone could hear .

Her rambling words and Lao Si's sneer echoed in the corridor, worldly and warm.