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Tan Zheng paused while he was rummaging through things.

Yang Yan didn't even raise his head, Tan Zheng looked at the fluffy black hair swirl on his head, probably due to heredity, the hair color was much darker than ordinary people, showing a bit of sharp and impersonal black under the weak sun.

He heard the young man's voice float up lazily: "It really scared me to death——There is a thing, fleshy, like a pipe, and it moves—tsk——"

After finishing speaking, he smacked his lips with unsatisfactory meaning, and thought about the scene for a while.

Tan Zheng opened his mouth, but didn't answer.

Yang Yan picked up a wrench, lingered on it for a while, and threw it out: "This is useless."

Qin Zheng looked at him, and suddenly his heart beat wildly.

Yang Yan was silent for a while, and then said: "What do you think about this? I have been scared to death all day long. I can't live long. Maybe one day, maybe I just participated in the completion ceremony, and the university's admission notice They haven't come yet, and those who are eighteen or twenty-"

Unbearable, Qin Zheng stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.

Dealing with Yang Yan, a bitch, has to be simple, brutal, direct and effective.He obediently shut his mouth.

In the silence, everything else was very obvious. There was a cool metallic smell on Tan Zheng's hands, like two little snakes entering his mouth from his nose, and they still made a home in his mouth, making a fuss.

His Adam's apple rolled.

Qin Zheng seemed to realize something, the warm breath from his mouth sprayed on the palm of his hand, his hand froze instantly and his elbow quickly retracted, sticking to the line of his trousers honestly.

Qin Zheng frowned, looked at him solemnly and said, "It's okay, don't curse yourself."

Yang Yan smiled: "I didn't curse myself, it's true."

After speaking, he lowered his head and went to look through the cabinet.

Looking at him, Qin Zheng felt extremely sad, and at the same time, many uneasy thoughts came out of his mind, half screaming to die, half screaming to live.

He grabbed his trousers, and the cloth surface was rubbed into a mess.

Yang Yan half raised his eyelids, glanced at him casually and said, "What did you see?"

Qin Zheng thought for a while, and answered honestly: "It's a gray house, nothing to see."

Yang Yan thought to himself: I also saw Naruto and Ichigo participating in the battle for the Holy Grail, and finally became the Pirate King.However, there was an "oh" on his face, and he lowered his head uninterestedly.

Tan Zheng glanced at him and continued, "Hu Zhiwen probably saw a passage, but it doesn't matter, the memory has been erased."

He stared at Yang Yan carefully, not letting go of the slightest expression on his face, but Yang Yan just sighed and shook his head: "Poor."

Qin Zheng looked at him anxiously, looking at his black eye circles and delicate eyelashes, he was not sure what he meant, he was like a light shining in the dark night, unable to illuminate , but it is just right to put a little weight on the apex of uneasiness.

The purely fearful Yang Yan seemed to have disappeared.

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In fact, Yang Yan's palms were sweating intermittently, and the sweat soaked the metal until it was visible. Looking at his shadowy appearance, he felt that he looked like a dog and was shameless, so he stood up and wiped the sweat on his face quietly On the trousers, he said "scissors and scissors" in his mouth, and pulled open the glass sand door.

There was a "bang", not loudly, and Tan Zheng reached out and closed the door behind him.

Yang Yan looked at the vague outline on the glass door, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and asked with a smile, "Why?"

Tan Zheng was behind him, staring at the vortex on his head, feeling dizzy for a while, his heart softened suddenly, and he said helplessly to himself: Just leave it to fate.

Unexpectedly, he took off the watch from his wrist and handed it over.

"You take it with you."

Yang Yan took it readily, and hurriedly put it in his pocket as if he was afraid of his repentance, tore off his unfathomable face, and happily jumped to the kitchen to look for Yang's mother.

Qin Zheng: "..."

"Mom," Yang Yan stuck out half of his head, "Where are the scissors?"

Mother Yang didn't turn her head back, she hurriedly shook the spoon before answering: "Is there any over the TV cabinet?"

"No, I also looked for the balcony."

After hearing this, Mother Yang put down the spoon and cast two cold eyes: "You are stupid, who would put the scissors in such a place. And when did I put the scissors in the cabinet? Can you be smarter?"

Yang Yan: "..."

This is probably the current newspaper.

Mrs. Yang turned over the dishes again with a spoon, looked around the cooking table for a while, and said with a little gaze: "Here, over there, I used it to pry the glass cover."

Trembling, Yang Yan took the scissors away extremely quickly, turned his back to the empress dowager's eyes like a hundred and eight thousand embroidery needles, and walked away slowly.

Seeing the scissors at the back table, Sanji's expression improved. He cheered, snatched the scissors and began to cut the packaging bag ferociously. Potato chips, can't be better!"

Yang Yan chuckled.

This person doesn't smile often, but he doesn't have a good face when he smiles, but his mother's brows and eyes are much sharper than him, the eyeliner goes straight to the temples, and when he smiles, the brows hang like a sinister hook.

He said: "If you like to eat or not, get out."

Tan Zheng turned a blind eye to his reckless behavior, but the back table dared not speak out, besides, his mouth was already full of potato chips, and he had no time to scold him, so he could only bite the potato chips angrily. Crackling, as if eating someone's flesh.

Yang Yan bathed in that resentful gaze, and turned on the TV to watch the channels.

They checked all the channels they could receive, and even stared at the ad for shapewear for 10 minutes before Mother Yang brought the food to the table and said, "Wash your hands, it's time to eat."

Although the time was a bit late, but seeing the sumptuous dishes on the table, I felt that it was worth waiting another two hours!

Seeing steamed eggs with clams at the back table, there was a smile on his face, like a clam with its mouth open, he picked up a spoon and scooped a piece into the bowl, and said, "I like steamed eggs with clams the most." !"

Mother Yang smiled, and moved the steamed egg bowl towards him: "You're welcome, just eat more if you like."

Of course the back table nodded in response, and Mother Yang turned to look at the cautious Tan Zheng: "Eat, eat more, do you like crabs? I just bought them this morning, they are fat."

Qin Zheng said "Oh", thanked him twice, took out a crab with creamy fat and beautiful crab, broke its shell, dipped it in seasoning, and silently pushed it in front of Yang Yan.

Yang Yan quickly shook his chopsticks and said no.

The back table bit the creaking tendons of the beef, tilted his head to look at the two of them, his heart trembled, and he gave a thumbs up: As expected of a school bully, flirting openly!

Yang Yan could guess what he was thinking by looking at the wretched eyes on the back table. He was very upset. He took a sip of the hot tomato soup, packaged the harsh words in a more mellow manner, touched his upper and lower lips, and asked, "You guys?" Is it a fire at home?"

There was a sudden silence at the table.

Mother Yang gave Yang Yan a hard look across two seats.

At the back table, his mind was blank for a moment. He lowered his head and took a bite of the rice, then slowly raised his head, and then the mouth slowly opened wide with the raised head, and at the same time, there were his wide eyes.

He belatedly screamed: "Damn!"

After speaking, she immediately covered her mouth and turned her gaze to Mother Yang.

Mrs. Yang seemed to have never heard of it.

He let out a sigh of relief and said, "I don't know. It should be fine. The property management team will call my parents. They are in the unit."

Yang Yan nodded, and said in a very empathetic way: "Yes, yes, it should be fine."

Back table: "..."

The back table was stunned and couldn't eat.

Well, it's not like I can't eat.

The brain at the back table is naturally different from ordinary people. People say that he has a broad mind and a fat body. He is thin and thin like a bamboo pole, but his heart is very big. Holding his job bowl, he was melancholy for two or three seconds. The fragrance of the posture, regardless of Sanqi 21, pick up the chopsticks and eat first.

They ate this meal until after seven o'clock, a whole hour.

The back table finished dinner and planned to go back, but Mrs. Yang felt a little guilty for her son's carelessness, and stuffed him with a thin-skinned grapefruit. Tucking their hair behind their ears, they smiled and sent them away.

"Be careful on the road."

Although today is a typhoon holiday, the typhoon seems to have passed through the border. The western sky at night has several layers of colorful colors, golden yellow burning to the top of the clouds, a bit of thick fiery red, and layers of sky blue. Most of them are painted in large areas. Crimson purple, extremely thick, like a sticky sweet and greasy jam, it will fall off at any time, and it will be full of fruity fragrance.

Mother Yang's eyelashes are long, and when she lowers her head slightly, the brilliance of the setting sun casts sporadic light on her eyelashes, "the most is the gentleness of bowing her head".

She raised her head and stared at Yang Yan with the face of her good wife and loving mother.

"What were you talking about while eating?"

Yang Yan arched his back and touched his nose: "It's nothing, I'm just concerned, after all, I just came out from there."

As soon as he finished speaking, he knew that something bad was going to happen. Sure enough, the corner of Yang's mother's eyes twitched, and she hurriedly grabbed his shoulder and looked left and right: "You, you are on fire?! What fire? Why didn't you tell me? How could it happen? Fire, do you care?..."

"No, no, no, no, no, I'm fine, really, I'm fine, mom, don't worry..."

Yang Yan sat on the sofa, bowed his head, lowered his head in shame like facing a righteous police uncle and a villain, and said everything he could say, even explaining what he had for breakfast. Rest assured, and told him to be careful over and over again.

Yang Yan repeatedly said yes, seeing his breathless appearance, Yang's mother thought that he was probably tired from being frightened by the fire, so she let him go back to the room to rest.

When Yang Yan returned to the room, his sleepy face became energetic all of a sudden. He smiled and took out the watch that Tan Zheng had given him from his pocket, looked left and right for a while, and finally put it on his wrist.

The watch is ordinary black, from the case to the hands, everything is ordinary, and the second hand is still spinning without complaint.

However, what Qin Zheng gave must be extraordinary.

Yang Yan was like a little girl who received a love letter from her sweetheart for the first time. She walked around the room excitedly and walked back and forth for half a night. When he was really sleepy, he fell on the bed and put the face on his heart. Spread the quilt, and fell asleep contentedly.

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