The plan of the day is in the morning

Yi Xiaotian opened it, and there was Yu Chen breathing lightly. For some reason, he was quiet for a moment, and then said "yes" in a low voice.

"You can see it when you come back," he said.

Yi Xiaotian felt that Yu Chen's voice was pleasant no matter what, he couldn't help but listened to his two sentences over and over again, with smiles on the corners of his eyes and brows.

After a while, his heart suddenly moved, and he recalled it belatedly.

Undersea Moon.

-The submarine moon is the sky moon,

-The person in front of you is the person in your heart.

I can neither see the moon under the sea, nor my sweetheart.

Yi Xiaotian suddenly felt a little hot, he cleared his throat, turned his head and opened the window a little, letting the cold wind calm his beating heart.

When his gaze fell outside the car window, he froze for a moment, and took a picture of the sunset glow in the sky with his mobile phone. In the photo, half of the sky had been dyed indigo by the twilight, with only a few stars scattered around. The golden red flame is burning, gorgeous and bright.

- Yi Xiaotian: [photo]

-Yi Xiaotian: It was just filmed.

Ding

When the voice clicked, it was Yu Chen's smiling voice: "It's so beautiful."

Dawn looks at the sky and dusk looks at the clouds,

Thinking of you when you are walking, and thinking of you when you are sitting.

……

- Come back quickly.

The author has something to say: Although he is a little idiom genius, our little Tian is a genuine top student in liberal arts!

感谢在2021-01-2015:41:53~2021-01-2211:15:01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: 1 bottle of obsession;

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

58, 58

When there was movement downstairs, Yi Xiaotian was sitting on the bay window dangling his legs, listening to Yu Chen playing the piano with the speaker on, and drawing in his notebook.

Today in the forest studio, Lin Yangqing taught him some basic knowledge of painting. When he was a child, he secretly took a children's painting class behind his father's back, but he had long forgotten it. Until now, he draws with I imagined and read some tutorials on the Internet, but I have not received a complete study of the system. After listening to today's explanation, he pretended to have no feelings on the surface, but in fact his hands were itchy for a long time, and he was eager to try it when he got home.

He paused with his hands and clicked his tongue.

Just as the song was over, Yu Chen heard, "Uncle Yi is back?"

Yi Xiaotian glanced out the window and saw the headlights of the car. He let out a "huh" and his interest dropped a lot.

Yu Chen closed the lid of the piano and said, "Hurry up and get ready."

"Is there anything to prepare, isn't it just going out for a meal?"

Yi Xiaotian snorted, "What's the point of doing this every year?"

What's more, they were still looking at his father's stinky face, and the father and son faced each other in the same box without saying a word, big eyes to small eyes, thinking about that scene was suffocating.

Even though the relationship is so poor, there is still a New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Eve, and I don't know who it will be for.

Seeing him like this, Yu Chen didn't try to persuade him any more, the two chatted for a while, Yi Xiaotian glanced at the time and felt a little uncomfortable.

At this time in previous years, his father would have come to ask him to go out, but he hasn't gone upstairs since he came back today?What is he doing downstairs?

After explaining to Yu Chen and temporarily hanging up the voice, he walked downstairs suspiciously, looking downstairs while going down the stairs, quite like a thief.

The lights downstairs are a bit dim, the lights in the hall and entrance are not turned on, only a few small wall lamps in the corridor are on, and walking forward, he sees his father's suit jacket casually thrown on the sofa in the living room, And the light in the kitchen was turned on, and there was still the faint sound of water and the sound of... chopping vegetables.

Yi Xiaotian was dumbfounded, his first thought was, is Aunt Chen back?

It's impossible to think about it, but besides Aunt Chen, who else would go to his kitchen to chop vegetables at this time?

his dad?

Do not make jokes!If his father can light the gas stove, he loses!

Even though he thought so, Yi Xiaotian still leaned his head on the wall and looked in, and it turned out that he really saw an unbelievable picture.

His father, a tall and burly guy, with his shirt sleeves rolled up and Aunt Chen's floral apron on his body, was really standing in front of the counter with a kitchen knife and shredded pork.

Judging by his unfamiliar and awkward technique, it is clear that he is not used to doing this kind of thing, as if every cut has to be measured with a ruler, he is slow and careful, and his brows are tightly frowned.

Yi Xiaotian always felt that his father's eyes staring at the meat on the chopping board at this moment were just like staring at him who was incompetent on weekdays, and he was extremely dissatisfied.

He rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he was dreaming, but under the warm light in the kitchen, the man's back that was incompatible with his surroundings was real and far away, making him feel extremely complicated and at the same time a little trance.

This feeling was so strange, at this moment he always had the feeling that he didn't know the man in front of him, so that he almost subconsciously asked, "What are you doing?"

The movement of the back paused, and then when he turned his head, it was still the sharp-edged and serious face he was familiar with, but the coldness around him was reduced a lot under the background of the small floral apron with a strong pastoral style.

"Why did you get down?"

Yi Liangcai glanced at him indifferently, then went back to cut the meat unmoved, and said, "Cook the noodles."

Yi Xiaotian felt that either his father was crazy or he was crazy, so that he couldn't hold back the stinky face he would put on every time he confronted his father, and asked inexplicably, "Aren't you going out today?"

"stay home."

Yi Liangcai said that he put the shredded pork into a bowl to marinate, and then started to process other dishes.

Yi Xiaotian stood behind him stupidly, feeling awkward from head to toe, dawdled for a while, and asked dryly, "What kind of noodles are you cooking?"

Yi Liangcai replied lukewarmly, "Noodles with pickled vegetables and shredded pork."

"……Oh."

Yi Xiaotian scratched his head, and finally couldn't stay any longer, and escaped rather despondently, but he didn't go back upstairs, but turned on the TV in the living room, and couldn't help but sneak to the kitchen while the TV sound was on. Direction glance.

He lowered his head and quickly pressed the phone.

-Yi Xiaotian: Tell me quickly that I am dreaming.

-Yu Chen: What?

-Yi Xiaotian: My dad cooks noodles in the kitchen.

It was quiet over there for a long time before Yu Chen sent a "?".

Sure enough, even Yu Chen, who was not surprised at all, was shocked, indicating that he was not making a fuss, and Yi Xiaotian instantly regained his mental balance.

The sound of shredded meat and pickled vegetables falling into the oil pan, the sound of shovels colliding with pots and bowls, and the sound of gurgling hot water tumbling are not very clear, but they miraculously overwhelm the Spring Festival Gala on TV and penetrate into Yi Xiaotian's ears. Makes him a little restless.

He had a premonition that something out of the ordinary would happen today. He was both nervous and unwilling to show timidity in front of his father, so he maintained his expressionless and cold posture and sat with his legs crossed like the second uncle. on the sofa until his dad came out with two bowls of noodles from the kitchen.

The always rigid and meticulous elite man did not follow the rules to bring the noodle bowl to the dining room, but put it on the coffee table in the living room nearby, and without saying much, he took the noodle bowl and started eating first.

Yi Xiaotian looked at him, then at his own bowl, hesitated for a while, and picked up the chopsticks.

He didn't expect much from his dad's cooking skills. After all, he didn't remember that his dad had been in the kitchen, but to his surprise, the bowl of noodle soup was clear, full of shredded pork and pickled cabbage topped with fried rice. The golden poached eggs are sprinkled with a small handful of chopped green onion, which has a strong aroma and is obviously very ordinary, but it looks very appetizing.

Yi Xiaotian picked a chopstick noodle and ate it into his mouth rather pickily, when he heard a voice from beside him, "How does it taste?"

Yi Xiaotian froze for a moment, swallowed the noodles, and said vaguely, "It's salty."

Only then did Yi Liang say "hmm" in a low voice, and continued to eat noodles in a leisurely manner.

In fact, when they were very young, both Yi Xiaotian and Yu Chen had a suspicion, that is, when they were born, whether their parents carried the wrong child, because no matter how you look at it, Yu Chen's calm and gentle personality is more like Yi's father, and Yu's father's attribute of jumping out of chatterbox, and Yi Xiaotian are very close, but as the children of both sides grow up, judging from the appearance, it is probably impossible to make mistakes.

At this moment, Yi Xiaotian's grunting way of eating noodles, and his father Yi Liangcai's gentle and elegant way of eating, if it weren't for the strong blood relationship that can be seen from his appearance, otherwise he really doesn't look like a father and son pair.

Yi Xiaotian ate very quickly, he was probably really hungry, he was so picky before eating, he drank all the noodle soup in this inattentiveness, he felt a little embarrassed when he put down his chopsticks.

Damn, why is he giving his father face like this?

He stared at the bottom of the bowl tangledly, cursing himself inwardly, curled his lips, and was about to get up and take the bowl back to the kitchen to wash.

Just as he was about to move, his father suddenly said, "This is the first time your mother cooked for me."

Yi Xiaotian was taken aback and looked at him.

Yi Liangcai put down the bowl, took out a paper towel and wiped his mouth, "Your mother used to like cooking very much. She often studied recipes and collected all kinds of pots, bowls, utensils, cups and spoons. Apart from painting, she likes to mess around with these."

Of course Yi Xiaotian didn't know about this.

In his few childhood memories, there has never been a scene of his mother cooking, so when he heard his father suddenly mentioning this, he was a little dazed, and at the same time he was a little weird.

For so many years, this was the first time that the father and son sat together and talked about his mother so peacefully.

He didn't know what to say, so he just said: