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During the National Day holiday, Ding Yuan's long-rehearsed stage play will finally be officially staged at the Yancheng Grand Theater.

Yu Dian got five tickets through the back door, but it seemed that this amount was not suitable for anyone.

He thought about it, and finally gave Jiang Zhai three cards, one for Jiang Zhai, Bian Bian and Teacher Chen.The other two are him and Yu Zisheng.

Well, perfect.I don't know what's weird about it, but it's perfect.

Back home, when Yu Qiyun asked him where his own ticket was, Yu Dian was surprised: "Dad, why didn't you ask your wife for it?"

Because my wife asked me to ask you for it.

Seeing that Yu Dian had no intention of leaving a ticket for himself at all, Yu Qiyun looked at his son in silence for a while, until the child looked away awkwardly, then he turned and went upstairs in a good mood, ready to call his wife Call to complain.

Ding Yuan has been really annoyed by this accuser recently.

The first stage play of the woman's comeback is called "The Ivory Tower Diary".

"Ivory Tower" comes from the bridegroom's praise to the bride in the fourth stanza of Chapter 7 of "Song of Solomon".

"Your neck is like a tower of ivory, and your eyes are like the pool at the gate of Hesh ben Patna Rabbin."

The [-]th-century French literary critic Saint-Peyve used this word in French when he criticized the contemporary negative romantic poet Pooh. .Afterwards, it is a metaphor for the little world of writers and artists who are divorced from real life.

The above paragraph is the original text that Yu Dian searched on the Internet when Yu Zisheng asked him what his name meant.

"Anyway," he added, "it doesn't matter if you understand it or not, my mother is super pretty anyway."

The tone is very confusing and irrational, just like those sisters and sisters who can ignore the plot and shout "I really can" because the hero is handsome.

The three tickets Yu Dian gave to Jiang Zhai are for joint seats, and the two tickets for himself and Yu Zisheng are in the VIP area, but the seats are not bad, and they belong to the class that sells for 980 when the top stream concerts are held. .

"Why do you wrong yourself?" Yu Zisheng asked.

"You can let us sit at 1580, and Mr. Chen and the younger sister sit at 980."

Are you speaking human language?

Yu Dian hesitated: "Huh? Let Jiang Jiang sit with us, isn't it good?"

Yu Zisheng asked in surprise, "Why did he ask to sit with us?"

"You weren't..."

Realizing that he didn't intend to take his cousin with him at all, Yu Dian asked amusedly and curiously: "Then where should we sit, who is the other seat for?"

"It's just empty," Yu Zisheng said, "I'm afraid of strangers, so I have a seat next to others."

Yu Dian: "Okay. Are you hungry?"

a little hungry.

The two waited in the ticket checking line for one minute in front of the theater, then suddenly turned around and walked towards the tea restaurant in the nearby sunken square.

It was a holiday, and there were many diners in the surrounding restaurants, and the number of people waiting outside the door was so large that it made one's legs twist.But Yu Zisheng followed Yu Dian, watched him skillfully walk to the back kitchen of the family, and walked out with two European bags and milk tea after a while.

"The dirty buns here are super delicious!" Yu Dian warmly recommended.

Yu Zisheng: "Can I bring food in?"

Yu Dian shook his head, and handed the European bag to the boy: "It will affect others, so let's just eat it all the way, and when the line reaches us, we can just throw the trash by the door."

Sounds like a lot of experience.

Yu Zisheng took the milk tea and poked the straw into his mouth to feed it. He said in a flat tone, "You used to come here often?"

The two walked out the door, and Yu nodded: "When I was in elementary school, my mother had a lot of performances. Jiang Jiang and I came to see it, and we used to come to buy bread first. The owner of this store knows us very well. I am VVVVIP!"

He blinked triumphantly, making people want to pinch his face.

Today, the boss reserved for VVVVIP the new products of this season and the classic old models. The latter was given to Yu Zisheng for the dirty bag, and the experiment of cranberry and yogurt was given to himself.

Yu Zisheng glanced at the dark stuff in his hand, and then at the smoggy purple stuffed with white sandwich in the child's hand, always feeling that the stuff in other people's bowls would taste better.

"Give me a bite," he said.

Yu Dianchao likes the new style, and he doesn't want to give it to others, but what he wants is Yu Zisheng, so he didn't hesitate at all, holding the European bag twice as thick as his arm in one hand and handing it to Yu Zisheng, his eyes were full of tears. spirit.

Yu Zisheng slightly opened his lips and made a mouth gesture, until he caught a glimpse of the child swallowing involuntarily from the corner of his eye, then he tilted his head and looked at him with a faint smile: "You're kidding, eat it yourself."

If he is not naive, it seems that his health bar will be overdrawn seven or eight times a day.

Yu Dian pursed his lips and looked at the grown-up boy benevolently for a while, then took another sip of the milk-flavored drink.

Yu Zisheng glanced at his label, very sweet.

——I like milk tea with nine points of sweetness.

The boy turned his face away and smiled silently.

Yu Dian has a bad memory, so naturally he can't remember the inconsistency between his words and deeds, but today he specially wore contact lenses in order to watch Ding Yuan's performance perfectly, and the world is extremely clear at this moment.

"Ah, is that Jiang Jiang and the others!"

Pointing to the front, the boy stood on tiptoe, and was about to shout in surprise: "Jiang..."

He turned off the mic.

In the distance, Jiang Zhai was walking on the road with Jiang Bian in his arms. The little girl's expressionless face was resting on her brother's shoulders, and the proportion of her two legs hanging down was already very impressive.

Chen Yiran walked beside the two of them, the same as when they met for the first time, only less than five centimeters shorter than the sky-defyingly tall Jiang Zhai, but he was full of aura.

Obviously a black T-shirt with graffiti on the street alone, and a casual and elegant white shirt alone, but they seem to fit together inexplicably when they walk together.

Yu Dian bit the straw, vaguely.

"Brother Zisheng, do you think there is something strange about them?"

It's like... like a family.

Bian Bian is the younger sister, Jiang Jiang is the older brother, and Teacher Chen is the father...sister-in-law...uh, the big brother.

Yu Zisheng: "No."

"?"

Yu Dian turned to look at him, frowning hesitantly: "Really? Am I the only one who thinks so?"

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Yu Zisheng took a bite of the dirty bun, scraped off the chocolate powder on the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and licked it with the tip of his tongue.

He didn't notice that the child looked stupid, and he replied absent-mindedly: "Only you."

Really.

Yu Dian withdrew her eyes that were almost glued to him, and turned to look at the backs of the three people.

This time he and his sister looked at each other. Although Bian Wan remained motionless, her little mouth opened slightly, as a greeting to Brother Diandian.

He couldn't even lift his hand to wave it, Jiang Zhai was so diligent, but Bian Wan was so lazy, he must have been led astray by a certain Yu dog.

The little girl's chin poked on his shoulder. Jiang Zhai didn't know that there was someone more than ten meters behind him. He thought that Jiang Bian was playing with him, so he raised a hand and rubbed her head, and felt a mess. pigtails.

Jiang Lian's hair is soft, and it is difficult to comb it. Jiang Zhai has been trained for almost four years, and he is able to sit cross-legged on the sofa every morning and comb various hair styles for the little girl.

Sometimes you see him staring at a certain girl on campus, don't think too much, he is just studying how the girl's hairstyle is done, and whether his sister is suitable.

But Chen Yiran is obviously just a novice.

Although I used to eat bread and drink milk tea with Yu Dian before watching a stage play, and then go to the barbecue stall to eat and drink after the show, but Mr. Chen's stomach obviously can't stand such rough treatment.

What Jiang Zhai made in the afternoon was spaghetti with crab noodles, which echoed the configuration of the western restaurant.But when he took off his apron and walked out of the kitchen, what he saw was Mr. Chen, who always seemed to be able to do anything with ease, and was stumped by combing the girl's hair.

At the beginning of the year, Jiang Zhai replaced part of the furniture in the house. Now there are a few beanbag sofas in the living room, which you don’t want to get out of if you sink them in. In front of the TV cabinet, there is a large piece of cross-pattern eco-friendly mosaic foam floor mat.

Jiang Bian, a cold and cold little girl, stood in the children's area without moving or blinking when she was visiting the home furnishing city. Jiang Zhai did not expect that the elder brother would immediately place an order for the most complicated pattern, and when he returned home, he would meet with his little girl. My sister spent the whole afternoon digging out numbers, animals and letters in the living room.

Chen Yiran was sitting cross-legged on the foam cushion at the moment, frowning slightly, and seriously tied a bad ponytail for the little girl whose back was facing her.

Jiang Bian's eyes were as calm as a puppy hiding in the shade in the sun, as if he didn't care what kind of mess his hair was made by the man behind him.

If some colorful ocean balls are dotted around them, this scene is really like you and me under the tree of wisdom.

Jiang Zhai couldn't help laughing when he thought of Teacher Chen's helpless expression when Yu Zu gave up looking up at him.

what.what.what.

It's a pity that Mr. Chen has been fighting in the adult world for a long time, and his skin is not too thin. As soon as he walked out of the gate, he brought out that perfect mask again, with the posture of "as long as I am not embarrassed, it will be you".

Jiang Zhai glanced at him slightly sideways, with a deep smile on his lips.

Why did you feel that Chen Yiran was uncomfortable looking at people wearing a mask at first, since he is obviously very cute.

Little did he know that Mr. Chen, who was rated as "cute", rang his cell phone. He picked it up and looked at the caller ID, seeming a little surprised.

"I'll answer the phone." Chen Yiran stopped in his tracks.

Jiang Zhai nodded slightly, hugged his sister and continued to walk forward without stopping. He vaguely heard Chen Yiran's soft voice after answering the phone behind him: "Javen?"

When can he be so gentle to his students.

It was Ji Wanxuan who called. Peng Jianhua mentioned to Chen Yiran last time that he was a junior in high school and university, and a direct subordinate of the firm.

Chen Yiran has stayed in Yancheng for a whole year. Although he didn't tell anyone specifically, as long as he spread the word among his school circles, there is no gossip that cannot be heard.

"Brother! Are you a teacher in the letter?"

The background sound of Ji Wanxuan was very noisy, there was music and other people's conversations.Today's holiday, he should have a party with his friends in Fa Xiaokai's bar.

There are rubber running tracks paved on both sides of the park in the Central District. Chen Yiran sat down on a bench by the side of the road and said "hmm" without telling him, "I have been in Litai Campus for a year."

Ji Wanxuan's tone was surprised, pleasantly surprised, and even a little complained: "You didn't even tell me."

They have worked together in the same department for five years. It is not easy for people of yellow race to gain a firm foothold in a foreign country. Chen Yiran walked faster than Ji Wanxuan, but without this person in those years, it would have been really difficult for him to survive.

You can do it, it's just a little harder.

Chen Yiran raised the corners of his lips: "At the beginning, I didn't plan to stay for too long. I just helped the teacher with some errands. I might leave at any time, so I didn't tell you."

Later, he felt that there was no need to disturb other people's lives. He himself adapted well to the new environment, and his life was not too bad.

The background music on the other end of the call is a lazy melody rap, someone is screaming and booing, the atmosphere is very good.

Ji Wanxuan seemed to cover the microphone and walked to a quieter corner, and asked him regretfully and sincerely: "Since you are staying in Yancheng, no matter whether you will leave in the future, you still treat me as a friend? If you have time, We can get together often."

The junior brother encountered a lot of trouble in the second year of his employment. Chen Yiran paid a lot of money to keep him in the firm and even in this industry. Ji Wanxuan always remembered the goodness of the senior brother.

But to be honest, Chen Yiran occasionally regretted that he was too dazzled at the time, and went directly to the boss as a guarantor.

As long as he calms down, thinks of more roundabout and effective methods, and pays less, Ji Wanxuan may not be so grateful to him in the future, so that he often feels that all the care and intimacy the other party gives him are nothing more than just Because of kindness.

It's a very boring idea, but fortunately that person always has all kinds of magic powers, so Chen Yiran naturally forgets these guesses when getting along.

It's hard not to like someone.

"Okay." Chen Yiran finally agreed to him, and then remembered Ji Wanxuan's boyfriend waiting on the seat at the moment, and couldn't help but smile again.

He blinked, and said in a wicked way: "You can call Shen Fang together. The last time we met, I felt that I hit it off with him very much."

"..."

Shen Fang sat at the bar and put down his glass, and wiped the neckline with a paper towel where he had just spilled a few drops of vodka with his shaking hands without changing his face.

Ji Wanxuan held the phone and touched the tear mole at the end of the man's eye with a suppressed smile, Wen Sheng replied amidst the music: "Well, he promised us!"