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Zhuang Yan flew back to Shanghai on purpose, picked up large and small bags from his father and grandfather and sent them home, returned to Zhucheng the next day, and rushed to the Hushan District Police Station non-stop to pick up his sister from get off work after the plane landed at [-]:[-] p.m.

When he said yes, he was just there. Zhuang Yuan went to the basement and drove out the car. Zhuang Yan got into the car with a big smile without saying a word, and turned on the phone camera.

"I said you can do it, you're stunned. What are you shooting right now, and you're not in the right place." Zhuang Yuan raised her hand to block the camera.

The two of them were going to the mall in the city center to pick out birthday gifts for Chu Chen, mainly Zhuang Yuan, and Zhuang Yan was responsible for recording her process of picking gifts.

Solemnly adjusted the camera sharpness, avoiding Zhuang Yuan's hand, and pointed at the steering wheel to record for two seconds, "The video recorded by the mobile phone is too shaking, and the quality is not good. It's a pity that there is no time. Next time, I have to buy a DV."

"Didn't Dad buy one for you last year? You went on a hunger strike because of this, saying that you had found a new joy in life. You insisted on observing the changes in the sky. You couldn't do without buying it. In the end, there was no change in the sky. I heard you mention it, but I’ve seen the photo before, it’s all white.” Zhuang Yuan laughed at him, “With your 3-minute enthusiasm, you forgot where to throw the machine.”

"Driving well, it's refreshing to hate me." Zhuang Yan touched his nose and had no words to refute.

The recording in his hand didn't stop, which made Zhuang Yuan feel uncomfortable, "Is it enough to record one section, is it possible that you want to record the whole process?"

"It was too dark to see the face." Zhuang Yan turned on the indoor light, and the screen on the phone suddenly brightened, "I zoomed in on the camera. From now on, don't talk, and look happier. There’s that sense of anticipation.”

Zhuang Yuan turned in the direction, and gave him a fluttering look, "Yan Yan, tell me, is your friend a man or a woman?"

"Huh?" Zhuang Yan blinked, "Man, I've said it several times, my classmate, the one you met last time, is called Chu Chen, what's wrong?"

"Don't pretend to be good." Zhuang Yuan said angrily: "If you have a girlfriend, just say it. If you dare to fall in love, you must dare to admit it. Don't use her as a shield."

Zhuang Yan was puzzled, "Sister, tell me seriously, where did you find out that I have a girlfriend."

"As far as your virtue is concerned, I don't know yet? I have grown up so much, I have never received a few serious gifts from you. Last year, it was a week after my birthday before you remembered it." Zhuang Yuan said, "If it weren't for the girl My friend, can you make such a big show? Dad, grandpa, me, is this feeling good enough to be ready to meet the parents?"

Zhuang Yan got stuck, let alone, he really didn't think of it if Zhuang Yuan didn't mention it.The colored neon lights on the side of the road suddenly flashed across his face, he scratched the back of his head, automatically ignored the second half, and said, "Am I really so heartless?"

Zhuang Yuan didn't reply, but gave him a meaningful look.

Zhuang Yan shrugged resentfully, how dare he put the topic on this, he quickly grinned back, waved the phone, and abruptly diverted the topic, "Sister, don't be so sullen, just smile."

Zhuang Yuan got a headache when she saw his obedient appearance. She knew that this brat had bad intentions, but she couldn't say no to him, so she squinted a business-like smile to cooperate.

Chu Chen's birthday happened to be on a Monday. As soon as the class was over that afternoon, Zhuang Yan pretended to be sick and went to the office to ask Qiao Feng to sign a leave note. Outside school, he went to Osmanthus Lane with Cai Yinggang who also pretended to be sick and asked for leave.

It gets dark early in winter, and it has completely sunk into ink just after half past six.After the winter solstice is Christmas, the lights outside the market are intertwined, the flow of people is bustling, the sound of vehicle horns and Christmas songs from various shops spread all over the streets and alleys.

The taxi couldn't get in at the intersection of Osmanthus Alley, Yan Yan paid the money and got off, looked at his phone, it was almost seven o'clock, time was running out, so he couldn't help speeding up.

Cai Yinggang came here for the first time, and it was very novel, and he looked around while walking, "Hey, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really would not have thought that there is such a place in Zhucheng, Brother Yan, Chu Chen's family lives here? It’s not like I said, this door is all scrap iron, so there’s nothing to guard against.”

Zhuang Yan stared over, "You are the only one who talks too much nonsense."

Cai Yingang shrunk his neck embarrassingly, knowing that Chu Chen had a high status in front of Zhuangyan now, so he couldn't beat him.So I bowed to him with my palms together, and consciously made a movement of closing the invisible zipper on my mouth.

Majestic and indifferent, he raised his hand and opened the door, and saw the children gathered in the yard, chasing and playing around a two-meter-high Christmas tree in the middle of the yard, laughing loudly.

Xiao Pi was the first to discover him, bouncing around and hugging his thigh, raised his head and asked him with bright eyes, "Brother Xiao Zhuang, did you buy this tree? Mother Lin said Brother Xiao Zhuang bought it as a gift Ours!"

"Brother Zhuang, will Santa Claus come tonight? Will he give me a present?"

"Brother Zhuang, this tree is so beautiful! Is it a Christmas tree?"

Zhuang Yan didn't say who bought the tree, but only smiled and said, "It will be more beautiful when it is plugged in later."

After saying that, he pinched Xiaopi's chubby face, and left the rowdy kids to Cai Yinggang, who came in with two mountaineering bags behind him, and took him by the side, quietly watching him and listening, I went to the kitchen to find Lin Ruoping.

Lin Ruoping was very busy in the kitchen all afternoon, and the ingredients sent by Zhuang Yan were so large that the table was full of ingredients alone.She is currently fighting with a fish, a catfish weighing nine and a half catties, which is bigger than a cutting board. The fish is placed directly on the table.

Solemnly lifted the curtain that separated the kitchen from the outside room, pushed Ting Ting in, leaned in half of his body, and asked, "Aunt Lin, what are you doing?"

Lin Ruoping grabbed the corner of her apron and wiped her sweat, "It's killing fish, I've been gesticulating for a long time, and I don't know where to start."

The fish was delivered by the vegetable farm that Zhuang Yan had contacted in the afternoon. I was afraid that the dead fish would not be fresh, so I specially ordered live fish, which were alive and kicking, and could still flick their tails stubbornly after more than ten minutes of dehydration.

Tingting walked to the table, stretched out his index finger and poked the mouth of the bubbling fish, "It's not dead yet."

"Yes." Lin Ruoping pulled him away, and patted the fish's head firmly with the handle of the knife, "I guess this fish will take some time, Xiao Zhuang, please do me a favor."

Zhuang Yan felt that the picture of killing fish was too bloody, so he looked down at the ground and said, "Okay."

Facts have proved that the fear of what will come is not just verbal, because Lin Ruoping's next sentence is: "I just care about getting this fish, the chicken hasn't moved yet, it's behind the water tank, it's in a black plastic bag, You help me deal with the chicken, and I will simmer the chicken soup later, Xiao Shen likes to drink it."

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, and first secretly remembered that Chu Chen liked to drink chicken soup, and then asked: "...how to deal with it?"

With his dazed effort, he heard that the old hen was already coming over with a bunch of tied up.

The chicken probably expected that he would not survive, so he was tied into a rice dumpling and did not give up struggling. He punctured the plastic bag, revealing a chicken head with a sharp beak and a big mouth. The sound was very piercing.

Lin Ruoping shook the blood on her hand, pointed to the window and said, "The knives are all over there, except for the fruit knife, which is a little blunt, and it was just sharpened in the afternoon. Do you know how to kill a chicken? First cut the neck of the chicken and let the blood out."

Solemn gaze followed the direction of her fingers, and saw four or five knives of various styles placed on the small round table directly below the window.

Zhuang Yan stared calmly, and soon returned to normal. He scratched his hair twice depressedly, wanting to refuse but afraid of being called to deal with the blood-stained fish that was on the verge of dying, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "... ...I...let me try."

Trying is just trying, solemnly took off his coat and hung it up, the sleeves of the sweater were rolled up to the elbows, and he still reminded the listener to stay away, everything was ready, he held the knife to compare left and right, seven Eight minutes passed, and there were only two extra chicken feathers in my hand.

"Brother Xueqiu, are you going to kill him or not?" Ting Ting squatted beside him until his legs went numb, his brother Xueqiu hadn't made a move yet.

"Immediately, don't rush." ​​Clenched his teeth solemnly, closed his eyes and turned his heart, and slapped the chicken head with a knife.

It's a pity that a certain young master hasn't even washed the dishes at home. Since he came to Osmanthus Alley, he has not only learned the life-like tasks such as choosing vegetables, spreading soy sauce, and washing dishes. After tonight, he may even be able to kill chickens by himself ——It's strange.

The head of the chicken was directly crushed by Zhuang Yan, and the old hen who was earning like a catastrophe a few seconds ago gave up food in an instant. Zhuang Yan was so frightened that he crowed, thinking that this is probably the effect of the golden lion king wielding the dragon knife to chop firewood. heaven and earth.

The second knife was impossible to do anyway, so he threw away the kitchen knife and ran to the yard to carry Cai Yinggang to the kitchen, "I'll leave the chicken to you."

Cai Yingang stared at the pale corns: "...Brother Yan."

He trembled, turned around and found no one, his brother Yan had already slipped away.

After Chu Chen finished the last big question, he straightened up, palmed the back of his head and turned his neck. However, he had just turned his neck halfway when he suddenly thought of ignoring the problem all night.

Someone who is usually chattering is unusually quiet tonight, which is not normal.He turned his head with an inexplicable, puzzled mind, but the back seat was empty.

What about solemnity?

The back table was empty, and Chu Chen lost his mind. In the second half of the evening self-study, he still did the problems, but he got stuck on a certain sequence problem and couldn't solve it. He thought hard for 10 minutes, and calculated three pieces of draft paper. Didn't ask for a result.

It's strange, I always feel empty in my heart, as if something is missing.Seeing that the hour hand turned to nine o'clock, and it was still half an hour before the evening self-study ended, Chu Chen had the urge to put away the book for the first time, and he would definitely not be able to solve this problem tonight.

It's so fucking sad, Chu Chen pinched the bridge of his nose.Being used to being disturbed by someone, and accidentally calming down, I couldn't adapt for a while.

Thinking of this, Chu Chen put down his pen, unlocked the lock screen of his phone and sent a WeChat message to Zhuang Yan.

At that time, Zhuang Yan had just finished receiving a basin of water and poured a basin full of baby vegetables to be washed. The phone beeped, and the sound was not loud, but he still heard it. Open the lock screen interface, the home page is a WeChat push.

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