The plan of the day is in the morning

His father took over everything, tolerated all the anger and hatred of his wife, and firmly supported the family without letting it collapse; after Yu Chen was born, he worked hard to be a buffer between his wife and son , to reconcile the wife's strong desire to protect and control the son, while protecting the wife's almost neurotic sensitivity, and at the same time giving the son as much freedom as possible, jumping up and down like a clown to adjust the whole family The atmosphere makes it look as relaxed and harmonious as ordinary people's homes.

Yu Chen believes that no one can do a better job than his father.

After Yu Chen said those words, father Yu's eye sockets were moist for a moment, he quickly rubbed his face, and used a smirk to cover up his gaffe and mixed feelings in his heart.

After finally calming down, he took a light breath and said with a smile, "Come on, with my son's words, I can do whatever you want!"

"dad,"

Yu Chen opened his mouth to say something, but stopped. He lowered his eyes, "Thank you."

"Thank you for what the father and son said,"

Father Yu stood up and gently rubbed his son's hair, "Dad still said the same thing, you can do whatever you want, with Dad here."

"Ah."

……

The Yu family's vacation time is coming soon, even though Yi Xiaotian is reluctant to part with him, he can only watch Yu Chen's family's car drive away, the car exhaust finally disappears in the warm winter sun In an instant, his heart seemed to be missing a piece, empty.

He was usually the only one in the huge house, but now the air seemed to be frozen, and there was a dead silence.

He wandered around the house upstairs and downstairs for a long time, but couldn't calm down. Remembering what Yu Chen asked him that day, he simply got up from the studio floor, put on his coat and scarf, and walked out the door with his neck shrunk.

Since Christmas, he hasn't been to Linjian Studio and hasn't had any contact with Lin Yangqing. Now that more than a month has passed, Linjian Studio seems to have been renovated. Just as Yi Xiaotian got out of the car, he I saw two conspicuous heads, one yellow and one green, sticking their heads at the door, distributing leaflets to passers-by.

He became interested, and leaned over to tease, "Give me one too?"

"Yo, who am I?"

Lumao sniffed and smiled, "Long time no see, brat, are you on vacation?"

"That is."

Yi Xiaotian glanced at the flyer in their hands, and there was an enrollment advertisement on it, "Would you like to help?"

"Okay, enough loyalty, it's up to you to come here."

Lumao unceremoniously gave him a small pile, "There are a lot of people on the street these days, and they are all shopping for new year's goods. It will be more lively during the new year's day. We can't leave, so we can only go for a few days. Help big brother do more."

"Hey, there's a parent with a child over there! I'll go talk to that elder sister! You wait here for a while!"

As he said that, he ran out shyly with a smiling face and pestered a passing parent to sell enthusiastically.

Yi Xiaotian stared at him speechless, he couldn't do this kind of thing, he could only hold the leaflet and pass it in front of others in a daze, fortunately he has a handsome face, passers-by, especially female Yes, from the old woman down to the little doll with braids, they all show off his face, and even take the initiative to ask him for it.

In stark contrast to this, is the silent yellow hair next to him.

Huang Mao was originally tall and burly, and he had a taciturn personality. He stood there like a pillar, slapped the flyer in front of others expressionlessly, and almost slapped people in the face several times. It's more like a strong swimming, fitness, fighting and boxing training class.

Yi Xiaotian was a little embarrassed at first, but when he looked at the person next to him, he immediately regained his mental balance.

While distributing leaflets, he asked Huang Mao, "Why, your elder brother won't go home for the Chinese New Year?"

Huang Mao glanced at him expressionlessly, and said "hmm".

"Isn't his hometown also here?"

Yi Xiaotian asked curiously.

"He has long since cut off contact with his family."

Huang Mao's tone was flat, without emotion, "If you want to know, just ask him yourself, the man is inside."

Yi Xiaotian rubbed the tip of his nose, "Okay, I'm almost done posting here anyway."

Lumao gave him a total of only twenty or so leaflets, and soon the last leaflet was taken away by a little girl with candied haws. Yi Xiaotian stared at the crystal clear candied haws and thought of someone again, and then a little The bright mood instantly became chilly again.

At this point, someone should have not boarded the plane yet, but he didn't even reply to a WeChat message.

Indifferent!

Always give up!

He complained for a while, clapped his hands to clear up his mood, and was about to enter the studio to have a look, but was suddenly stopped by the yellow hair behind him.

"how?"

He turned back.

"You'll be eighteen after Chinese New Year, right?"

Huang Mao asked with a very calm look.

"Well?"

Yi Xiaotian hesitated, "The virtual year is here."

Huang Mao calmly tucked the stack of leaflets under one elbow, took out two cards from his pocket and handed them over, "New Year gift, my friend has it, this is for you and your friend."

"what?"

Yi Xiaotian took it, "There are still gifts? What is this..."

"A membership card from my store."

Huang Mao calmly continued to hand out leaflets, "The following cannot be used."

And there's an age limit?

Could it be possible that Huang Mao's family sells tobacco?

"Thank you," Yi Xiaotian said casually, "I can't use Yu Chen, Yu Chen is not in good health, I—"

He stopped suddenly, almost biting his tongue, staring dumbfounded at the words on the two cards in his hand, and finally belatedly recalled that day on the snack street, Hongmao pointed out to him the shop of Huangmao's.

In the depths of the alley, the words "adult health care" on the big red light box are still deeply in his memory.

shit.

The author has something to say: It is useless now, in the future...

感谢在2021-01-1816:12:15~2021-01-1916:15:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 305649881 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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"Hahahaha, you didn't see that, just now this kid blushed like a monkey's butt!"

At the dinner table, Lumao held a cigarette in one hand and hooked Yi Xiaotian's shoulder with the other. The sound of ridicule almost overturned the roof. He patted Yi Xiaotian with the face of someone who came here, "You kid also Will be shy, I tell you, you will be an adult after the Chinese New Year! There is nothing to be embarrassed about!"

Yi Xiaotian held a beer bottle in his mouth, didn't want to talk to him, and lowered his head to send a message to someone who probably hadn't landed yet.

By the way, the red hair and the yellow hair clinked glasses and drank each other, Lin Yangqing sat on the other side of Yi Xiaotian with a cigarette in his mouth, smiling and not saying a word, peeling peanuts leisurely and listening to the green hair ghost.

They are sitting in the food stall of Lumao's family at the moment, it is already night, and the snack street outside is still very lively, all kinds of laughter and chatter come in through the slightly open window, even if they stay here and are laughed at by Lumao Yi Xiaotian didn't want to go back to his cemetery-like home where no one was alive.

He didn't refute, and the green hair was even more proud. He looked a little drunk, his hair was in a mess covering his face, and he stepped on the stool with one foot, "You said you have such a handsome face, what girl is looking for you No, you are so shy now, what will happen when you fall in love in the future, can you wait for someone to take the initiative?"

Yi Xiaotian's typing fingers paused, and his eyes drifted a little.

There's no way, who told him to coward Chenchen...

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, this kind of thing requires us to be proactive in order to take people down!"

Yi Xiaotian: "..."

He remembered the two little cards in his pocket.

No, he dare not.

"Hey! Look at your cowardly face! Your face is really blind!"

Lumao slapped the wine bottle on the table with a heartbroken bang.

"Third brother, that's enough,"

Hongmao was picking up some vegetables, but suddenly he was so frightened that his hand trembled reflexively and fell to the table, and helplessly stopped him, "I drank a little too much today, calm down, and I will go drunk again soon."

"I didn't—drink too much!"

The green hair refused to give up, and pointed at the empty wine bottle, "Second brother, look, one, two, three... only three bottles!"

"..."

Hongmao pressed the center of his eyebrows, "You counted all the soy sauce bottles."

"Oh, this is soy sauce,"

Lumao rubbed his nose embarrassingly, "I misread it, I misread it, it doesn't count!"

"I'm just happy and not drinking too much. Really, I'm sober now,"

Lumao sucked on the butt of his cigarette, spewed out a puff of white mist, and grinned, "Brother hasn't come back for a long time, and I'm happy to be able to stay for the New Year!"

"Thanks to you boy."

Lumao patted Yi Xiaotian vigorously again.

Your elder brother staying for the Chinese New Year has something to do with me?

Yi Xiaotian was so photographed that he almost threw himself on the plate, and the veins on his forehead popped twice.

Lin Yangqing pinched his cigarette slowly, and looked at them with a smile, "The third child."

He just yelled like this, and the green hair immediately restrained, sat down in a well-behaved manner and stopped making a fuss, but became serious in his words.

"I'm serious,"

He looked serious and serious, "If you can hurry up and fall in love, hurry up and hurry up. If you are late, it will be too late. Look at the people sitting here, it is a lesson from the past."

He didn't have the slightest sense of accidentally hitting the map, so he smacked his lips and muttered, "Hey, sometimes I really wonder if there is a curse on the three of us, why is it that none of the girls are willing to take it?" ? Me, as poor as I am, it’s normal for people to look down on me.