Epigenetic

It was already noon when Miao Xiangxue came back, and she saw Jiang Yi standing in front of the bedroom window, not knowing whether she was in deep thought or in a daze, biting a cigarette and motionless.

"You bought lunch?" Miao Xiangxue saw the packing box on the table, "Hey, little wontons? I also fried a bowl of noodles for you at the floating market. Which one do you want?"

Jiang Yi didn't even look at her, and ignored her.

Miao Xiangxue hated being ignored by him the most, and came up quickly to slap him on the head again.Naturally, Jiang Yi nimbly avoided it, and the cigarette butt almost burned her hand when she turned her head sideways.

Jiang Yi stared at him.

Miao Xiangxue was even angrier than him: "I told you eight hundred times not to smoke at home, you are deaf!"

"I also told you eight hundred times to remember to lock the door when you go out, can't you hear me?" Jiang Yi said in a bad tone.

Miao Xiangxue was innocent: "Did I not lock the door? I did."

Jiang Yi was speechless.

Miao Xiangxue wanted to explain, but Jiang Yi asked, "Why did you come back so early?"

"What's the matter, why can't I come back early, you still want to take care of your old lady?" One can imagine who inherited Jiang Yi's hot temper.

"You've been fired again." Jiang Yi said, using an affirmative sentence.

"Fuck you!" Miao Xiangxue was furious, "It's your old lady, I quit! Everyone thinks they are golden onions, pick and choose things in front of me, isn't it still an onion?!"

Miao Xiangxue worked as a cashier in a medium-sized supermarket behind Tianlan Square Street, a job introduced by the neighborhood committee, but after working for more than ten days, she ended up where she is now.Looking at Jiang Yi's expression, one can guess that this result is not the first time.Miao Xiangxue's appearance is very outstanding for her age. Although her education level is not high, she has a straightforward and enthusiastic personality when she is not crazy. Not high, it is not difficult to find a job that can make a living.She used to work as a salesperson in Juxiang Department Store, as a waiter in the Tianlan Plaza restaurant, and even as a small manager in the parking lot of U City Science and Technology Museum. They are all places with good salary and treatment, but in the end they all ended in failure, not because they were absent from work for no reason. Just quarrel with the leader.The notoriety that spread far and wide pushed her scope of employment out of the gold business circle. No one dared to introduce her to a good job, so she had to go back to the shanty town to make a living.

However, in the face of her son's silent accusation, Miao Xiangxue's arrogance did not decrease: "What kind of face are you? My mother has been staying there not long, and she will go to city A next month. What's the point of continuing to do this job? You still have to be angry, my old lady is rare!"

As he spoke, he sat down on the broken sofa and put his legs up.

"When I successfully petition to get back the compensation from your father's lawsuit, it will be a serious matter. At least hundreds of thousands. Are we afraid that we will have no money for the rest of our lives?"

Jiang Yi's answer was to take a deep breath of the cigarette, throw the second half of the cigarette into the trash can, and walk away.

Miao Xiangxue shouted from behind: "Where are you going to die? Don't you eat? Don't you eat fried noodles and wontons? Shall I throw them away?"

Jiang Yi didn't even turn his head, took his mobile phone and went downstairs, went to Yuzhou Street to eat a bowl of noodles to rest his stomach.

Coincidentally, I met Ah Pen at the noodle restaurant who also only had lunch. He was also sitting next to the soup dumpling stand last time, the one who looked a little older and kept silent.The two chatted casually, and Ah Pen invited Jiang Yi to play in the Internet cafe.Although A Pen is only in his early twenties, he is already the owner of the auto repair shop next door, and he has a lot of reserves in his pocket.

But Jiang Yi was obviously not very interested. Seeing that the weather was gloomy and the sun was not too hot, he refused the other party and turned to the wasteland, wanting to find a place with few people to stay for a while.

It's an empty, desolate place. Today, there is no one else, no movement, no noise, not even a dog, just him.Jiang Yi squatted in the old place, looked around, didn't know what to think of, pouted mockingly, and played the game.

At the end of the round, the phone rang, Jiang Yi picked it up just in the mood to win, and heard an anxious voice from inside.

"Brother Yi, Lao Ning just found you... saying that you haven't handed in the reports of several theory courses..."

Jiang Yi's answer was to hang up the phone directly.

Within a few seconds, the phone rang again. Jiang Yi was persistent and persuasive, making it impossible for Jiang Yi to play the game.

Jiang Yi responded violently: "You fucking..."

A series of greetings passed, followed by cursing for almost half a minute.

Lai Yang over there was also wronged, and he let him vent before he said pitifully: "Brother Yi, it's useless for you to rush at me. You know Lao Ning's temper. If other teachers can't find you, you can only find him. He can't find you." If you don’t want to come to us, we can only come to you. The report doesn’t need to be excellent, as long as it can reach the word count... We know you can’t hold back, but no one in the school dares to be the shooter. Except for him according to the text ...After being dealt with by Lao Ning so many times, I still have a headache. But, I heard that he asked you today and you didn't want his help. That's really not possible. I'll find you another school? It's not impossible to spend some money, just in case Let Lao Ning know..."

Jiang Yi's answer was to hang up the phone angrily again.

I was no longer in the mood to play games, but I was too annoyed to go home. I was thinking about where to go, when a familiar noise came from behind.

Jiang Yi pressed his hand on the screen and looked towards the source.

It was only five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was still bright enough for Jiang Yi to see clearly the boy not far away.

There was a half-open flute box beside her, and the other party maintained yesterday's posture, with her back to this place, her feet slightly apart, her hands raised to her lips, and she uttered out-of-the-ordinary tunes again and again, concentrating and concentrating.

Jiang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, as if by accident or unthinkable, staring at the person for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

When Jiang Yi sat down, he didn't hide his tracks, and his sitting posture was unrestrained. Zhu Weixing, who had learned the lesson yesterday, had already discovered that this old acquaintance appeared in the old place.But he didn't pay attention to it, and didn't look at it. He just calmly made preparations, cleaned the flute, removed the head of the flute, calmed down, calmed down, brewed his breath, and started to play.

Zhu Weixing didn't stop until Jiang Yi approached him.Turning around, his eyes are calm, and his body is not tense, as if the person in front of him is a passerby, which has nothing to do with him.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Weixing asked with sincere eyes.

The corners of Jiang Yi's mouth were slightly raised, as if he was smiling, but his eyes were full of hostility, and every layer of waves turned out brought a dense whiteness and coolness, and the whole body retreated carelessly, revealing the deeper sharpness underneath.

If he was just a little upset before, Jiang Yi seemed really angry this time.

Jiang Yi asked: "You take what I said yesterday... as fart?"

His voice was already low, and it was even more pleasant in the silence, and a little gentle, but at this moment, it was strangely dangerous.

Zhu Weixing looked at Jiang Yi talking and stretched out a finger to flip through the rest of the ornaments in his flute box, as if picking out some usable garbage, there was a tinkling sound.Zhu Weixing blinked lightly, her long eyelashes were like two quivering dandelions.

"If I bother you again, I will apologize again," Zhu Weixing said sternly, whether to interrupt or bother after the apology. "If you want to expel me, sorry, you don't have the right."

It's just that Zhu MSI's current available resources are really limited, and it's hard to find a suitable place around. Zhu MSI doesn't want to give up.If the other party is a reasonable person, Zhu Weixing may be willing to give in, but Jiang Yi's objection is unreasonable and rude, and Zhu Weixing will not shrink back because of such a bandit.But he is not stupid. He knows that head-to-head will not only lose money, but also lose health. These two are the most precious things to him at present, and neither of them can be missing.

Therefore, patience, caution, and mediation are required.

"I don't have... the right?" Jiang Yi seemed to have heard a particularly funny joke, picked up a part of the dismantled flute body and twirled it flexibly in the palm of his hand, and after drawing two beautiful silver lights, he grinned mouth.There is even a small dimple on the side of the cheek, which looks more childish.But coupled with Jiang Yi's non-smiling eyes, the upper and lower faces seemed to be cut apart, making it even more frightening.

Facts have proved that once a handsome face is dominated by evil spirits, it will appear very terrifying and hideous.

This boy's aura is too strong, Zhu Weixing admitted that his heart tightened, especially when he found that the other person was slowly approaching him, he tried his best to keep his body in place.

Glancing at the flute in Jiang Yi's hand, then at his other hand in his pocket, Zhu Weixing asked, "Do you want to use force against me again?"

That's the same nonsense as a hog asking a butcher "Are you going to kill me" before putting it in the pot.

Butcher Jiang's chest was about to touch Zhu Weixing's chest again, but he thought about it for a while when he heard the words. He probably felt his chin itchy, and he scratched Zhu Weixing's flute viciously, and then nodded.

"Who made me hate other people's deafness to my words." Jiang Yi said.

As if in response to his own words, his hands were raised high at the same time.

Seeing that the flute was about to be thrown away, Jiang Yi's wrist was firmly held by two outstretched hands!Ten light-white long fingers circled on the wheat-colored skin, reflecting a strong contrast in the golden orange sunset.

Zhu Weixing's palm was soft and smooth, sticking to Jiang Yi's pulsating pulse, as if a cold spring had penetrated into the skin, making the nerves of his fingers twitch with the cold.

Jiang Yi's movements stopped for a moment, but only for a moment, and then he shook that hand away forcefully!

Zhu Weixing staggered a few steps while being led, and successfully put the flute in the opponent's hand into his arms.

After standing firmly, Zhu MSI did not change his face: "We can negotiate a condition."

Jiang Yi was clenched and opened by Zhu Weixing's hand, as if feeling uncomfortable, he was stunned when he heard this: "What?"

Zhu Weixing explained: "You let me use this place to practice flute, and I will reward you accordingly."

"You? Return?" Jiang Yile said.

"I understand what you mean," Zhu Weixing didn't seem to see his sarcasm, "You just want me to get out, out of your sight, out of your life. I can do it."

Jiang Yi's eyes flashed, and he moved from his wrist to the face of the person opposite.

I wish MSI seriously: "I can do it, no matter in reality or on the Internet, I will not take the initiative to contact you to approach you, your friends and classmates, I will not know any of them, and I will not bother you. When I really can't avoid it, I will As far away as possible, as long as you let me use this place for a few hours a day, of course, when you are not around. I will... disappear from your sight completely."

This may not be reconciled to Zhu Liangliang in the past, but for the current Zhu Weixing, it is simply wished for.He believed that Jiang Yi would also agree, that he had no loss, and could completely get rid of himself, which would serve multiple purposes.

However, Jiang Yi listened, but did not show any interest, but frowned even tighter.

The author has something to say:

Q: Why didn't the fifth floor kill our MSI?

A: Head iron.