Epigenetic

Zhu Weixing taught Longlong for half an hour before asking the child unintentionally: "Is Dad okay?"

"Sleeping at home," Longlong frowned.

"Mom goes to the milk stand during the day and does housekeeping for four hours at night?"

Longlong shook his head: "The milk stall is closed. Mom has to take care of dad during the day and go out to do errands at night. No one is in charge of the stall."

"If the business is not done, the stall rent still has to be paid?"

Longlong nodded bitterly.Adults won't tell him, but the family is so small, children actually understand.

Zhu Weixing thought for a while, and led Longlong out of the bedroom.

My brother sat at the table and watched TV engrossed.Grandma and Aunt Jiao had probably finished talking, Zhu Weixing saw Aunt Jiao shivering a few red bills into her pocket with one hand, and secretly wiping tears with the other.

Grandma was always calm, with no expression on her face.

Zhu Weixing suddenly said, "Aunt Jiao, where is the milk stall on Yuzhou Street?"

Aunt Jiao was taken aback: "Ah? The stall... MSI, do you want to buy milk? Our stall... will not be open for two days."

Zhu Weixing shook his head: "No, the stall is still closed, and the rent is wasted. Before Longlong's father recovers from illness, why don't I take care of you for you."

"You?!" Aunt Jiao was surprised, "But... But, you start school next week? Don't you have to go to class? And you... don't know how to do business, it's very tiring." The last sentence was whispered, As if afraid to say too much.

"I don't really understand, but I can learn. You don't have to worry about the school. I have read the schedule. Most of our sophomore homework is for musical instrument practice time. It is very free. I will arrange adjustments."

Aunt Jiao was worried: "No, no, we can't delay you, you are not in good health, you need to rest more."

Zhu Weixing glanced at grandma and shifted her target: "Grandma, I recently went out to practice the flute, and I have to stand in the wasteland for an hour or two every day, and my physical strength has recovered a lot. I really have no experience in buying and selling, why don't you give me a little help?" Let me try it for a few days, I will not be brave, if it doesn’t work, I will give up.”

Grandma Zhu looked at Zhu Weixing's calm and confident eyes a little bit in a daze, and saw that Aunt Jiao's eyes were red again, and she could only murmur "I can't trouble your family anymore", after thinking about it, Grandma Zhu asked: "Are you sure?" Want to help?"

Zhu MSI nodded seriously.

"Then if you lose money...you have to make up for it yourself." Grandma said.

Zhu Weixing nodded: "OK."

Zhu Weixing went downstairs with Aunt Jiao,

This was the first time he went to Jiao's house. The small two-bedroom house was crowded with all kinds of daily necessities, but Aunt Jiao was capable and the house was fairly organized.

Longlong's mother's surname is He, she is short and young, but she is busy with her livelihood so she has no time to care about her appearance. The corners of her mouth are peeled, her face is dark and yellow, and there are obvious wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and brows.Only a pair of eyes are still gentle and firm, especially when looking at the son and husband.

Father Longlong's condition was even worse, his hair was all white, and he was so thin that he looked almost the same age as Aunt Jiao, but he had a friendly smile.

Zhu Weixing quickly helped him back, seeing that the couple were very tired, he directly explained the reason for his visit.

When they heard that Zhu Weixing wanted to take care of the milk stall on Yuzhou Street for them, the reaction of the Jiao family couple was the same as that of Aunt Jiao, they strongly refused.

"It's not enough for us to trouble your grandma, how can we drag you into the water." Jiao Yongguo said loudly, but after a few sentences, he coughed heavily, and Aunt He caught up and patted his back.

"Uncle Jiao, Aunt He, I don't speak nice words. I know about your family's situation. Our family's... especially mine, I think Aunt Jiao has told you too," Zhu Weixing said calmly, "I have no source of income. I want to find a way to make money, for myself, and for my grandma and brother. But I am not in good health, and I am short of the capital to go out and find work. I think your milk stall is a very good opportunity for you and for you. Me, you don't have to worry about trouble me, I will do what I can with my body. On the contrary, I am afraid that I will not gain your trust. After all... I have not given people a very reliable impression in the past, but I want to ask you to give I have a chance to try, if I don't do well enough, you will consider depriving it, okay?"

His words were sincere and his expression was solemn, which stunned the couple and Aunt Jiao.

After a long time, Aunt He said: "Weixing, don't say that, of course we believe you, we believe...you can take it if you think the milk stall is useful, we owe your grandma too much...but the stall The business has been very bad in the past two years, and I can't make much money a month, otherwise I wouldn't think about going out and looking for other things."

Zhu Weixing shook his head: "It's okay, I'll check the situation first, and I'll ask you if I have any questions."

After staying at Jiao's house for about ten minutes, Zhu Weixing left in a hurry. He felt that Aunt Jiao and Aunt He would shed a few more tears if he stayed for a while longer. Zhu Weixing was actually not used to being surrounded by such strong emotions. His rational, calm and even somewhat indifferent personality made him feel better to get along with, and they were indeed a family.

After getting the approximate quotation and purchase location of the milk stall's products from Jiao's house, Zhu Weixing went upstairs while thinking about how to arrange this business, and suddenly heard the sound of knocking.

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Weixing found a small stone lying beside her feet.

This familiar operation made him look around, and sure enough, he saw a tall black figure standing in the middle of the corridor between the two buildings.There were no street lights there, and the people on the first floor went to bed early, only a little light leaked from the window of Jiao's house, half of which roughly reflected the outline of the man, and the other half melted into his deep eyes.

Jiang Yi leaned lazily against the wall, with half a cigarette in his mouth, and looked at Zhu Weixing carelessly with his chin raised.

Zhu Weixing's reaction was as if he didn't see the other party. He glanced away, and moved away before even seeing his entire face, turned around and continued to go upstairs.

Not a second later, he was hit by something again, right on the back of his head.

I wish MSI to stop suffering, but fortunately this time it is not a stone, but a hard ball of paper.

I didn't want to pay attention to it, but my intuition still made him bend over.Picking it up and opening it, I saw an email address written on the crumpled newspaper.

The attacker downstairs said bluntly: "It will be done in three days." The tone was condescending, as if there was some kind of charity, which was unspeakably annoying.

Zhu Weixing straightened her back, squeezed the paper ball with one hand, and squeezed the bandaged hand with the other. The wound was treated very well, and even if she didn't want to, she would have to admit that it was thanks to the help from the people downstairs.

Zhu Weixing lowered his eyes and said "Yeah", this favor has to be repaid.

Jiang Yi narrowed his eyes and watched the slender figure disappear into the corridor, and slowly exhaled a faint smoke ring, his face was not like the expression of joy and anger in front of others, but a little unpredictable.

Zhu MSI went home and opened the mailbox according to the address. For some reason, the computer was running very slowly.Zhu Weixing went to take a shower at this time, and when he came back, the web page was successfully opened, but he was shocked by the number in the inbox.

3333+ emails...

What is the amount of sending and receiving that the person in charge of a large organization has?

Zhu MSI was slightly shocked, and opened an email casually:

"Keep it in the center, and it's hard to let go; when will you forget it, keep it in your heart..."

Zhu MSI was stunned for a moment, and quickly closed it.

Changed the title and clicked to open the second envelope.

"...You are the wing feather of my Xuanxiang. It is broken, and I can no longer fly. You are the warmth of my blood. When it cools down, I will be frozen."

Zhu Weixing's eyelids twitched, and he quickly opened a third letter.

"Your eyes are so beautiful, there are sunshine, rain, mountains and rivers inside, but my eyes are even more beautiful, because I have you in my eyes..."

The fourth letter, the fifth letter...

It’s not that I wish MSI loves to spy on other people’s privacy, but the titles of these emails are very serious, comparable to a report paper, if you are not careful, it will make people step on mine and get goosebumps all over your body.

... What is this all about?

After a cursory look, apart from advertisements, notices, invitations and other spam, 200% of the mailboxes are actually confession letters, from different people and different accounts.There are also repeated sendings, at most one address has sent more than [-] letters, almost one letter a day, persisting for a year, the perseverance is amazing.In addition to nasty love poems, there are also funny jokes, and there are even slanted reports and complaint letters, eloquently and righteously accusing the receiver of the letter of being arrogant and domineering. I also have many shortcomings, and the two are just a natural match.

Zhu MSI is really determined enough to not show a question mark face.

Although the popularity is a bit exaggerated, but with the appearance of Jiang Yi, it is not completely incomprehensible.It's a pity that judging from the unread status of all emails, these innocent hearts have all been in vain.I'm afraid the owner of the mailbox doesn't even remember what was stuffed in it, otherwise how could he just hand it over to himself, not necessarily showing off on purpose?

In any case, Zhu Weixing didn't care too much, and didn't check it casually. He chose to grab keywords to find the target email like a robot, and started to make up homework for someone.

I was worried that it would be difficult to complete across majors, but it turned out that the task was extremely simple, the email requirements were detailed, and the other party highlighted the key points, which is almost like a middle school student's composition.

After a while, I wish MSI to get it done smoothly and send it successfully.

Before going to bed, the opposite window was kept dark, and the owner seemed to have not returned all night.

The author has something to say:

The small boss of the milk shop agent is about to start work

The three love poems are from The Book of Songs, Pei Duofei and Yu Guangzhong