Mr. Rebirth hold hands

After setting a goal, it is even more important to take action. Yang Yang bought a small radio.There are also some English tapes.Seeing that he bought several blank tapes and a world map, Qin Huanlang was rarely curious.

Yang Yang put his hips on his hips and laughed, don't understand!This is his hypnotic memory and associative memory!Exclusive secret recipe, no after-sales commitment.

Seeing Yang Yang holding the history book and talking to the blank tape, Qin Huanlang gave him a few pillows.

"You are feeding sheep."

"You don't understand! This is called making full use of time! There are voices during breaks and meals! Combined with the map, geography and history are memorized together!" Yang Yang patted the book proudly, "Stupid birds fly first, I will recite it a hundred times Always keep it in mind.”

Qin Huanlang was speechless. After thinking about it, the current education is like this. Higher grades have the final say, but this is also an alternative and interesting method of memory.Children can directly recite the local climate and historical events that have happened by poking the map.Is it a different kind of learning and application?

Under the double exercise of the archangel and the exercise book during the summer vacation, Yang Yang lived in dire straits, coupled with the stimulation of the poisonous black wolf, Yang Yang felt that life was really wonderful.

After the start of school, he found that the devil training was very effective, the textbook knowledge was consolidated more deeply, and he had more time to write new articles.

Boys are more or less heroic, and if they have the ability, they always want to do something big.Although I don't have much ability now, I can think of a story, build a world, and write about some people.

Yang Yang wrote a story about the future full of mystery.

People on a certain planet continue to develop technology, hoping to find other life forms, and finally human beings have found other intelligent life forms in the universe.

Because other life forms have their own laws of development, in comparison, the people on the planet are still weak, delicate, and need to be taken care of.

As a result, alien tourists of different shapes came to the planet full of curiosity, and a series of ironic stories happened with the people on the planet because of their differences in diet and habits.

After staring at the outline and thinking for a while, Yang Yang jumped up.

Aren't you going to write a very serious story!Why is it that once the outline is written, it becomes the feeling of children playing animal games again?

Time passed quickly, and it was late autumn when Yang Yang finished writing the first story.

Returning to his hometown as usual, Yang Yang decided to send Qin Huanlang and Archangel the special dried potatoes from his hometown this year.

Two finger-sized sweet potatoes, peeled, cooked and dried in the shade, come with icing sugar, sweet and glutinous, and have certain requirements for the bite force of the teeth.Mr. Qin could only stare blankly.

It is said that the dried potato is very well received, and the only dissatisfied Mr. Qin has been forgotten.It's just that Secretary Qin's letter to Yang Yang mentioned that the old man implicitly hinted that he hoped that Yang Yang could bring some local delicacies when he went to Beijing for the New Year this year.

After the exam, Yang Yang won the first place again without accident, so Yang Yang climbed into the car with a bag of food on his back.

He never expected that the plane's consignment fee cost him a few hundred, and Yang Yang was still hurting while clutching his heart when he took the food to the small villa.

"Yang!"

Wei Fuming smiled brightly. He liked the little dried potatoes very much. For the dried potatoes, he had already abandoned the gentlemanly spirit.

From the moment Yang Yang entered the door, he was looking forward to the surprise in the bag.

"You have a distorted expression, did someone shave your hair?"

Qin Huanlang came out of the study, looking in a good mood.

"You can't even imagine it! My bag of things actually charged me more than 300 consignment fees! I feel deeply hurt!"

Yang Yang said with a little exaggeration, his eyebrows trembled and trembled, and Qin Huanlang kneaded them.

"Not bad, the little dwarf is starting to grow taller."

"My goal is to become a man with a height of 1.8 meters." Yang Yang clenched his fist.

Qin Huanlang looked him up and down, and let out a "hehe".

"When I grow taller, I want to exercise my eight-pack abs!" Yang Yang was full of confidence. When he turned his head and saw Wei Fuming squatting in front of the cloth bag, he was curiously talking to the driver Xiao Sun, and suddenly felt something in his heart Things are broken.

Where is the fairy-like Archangel... has he been eaten by something?Who is that squatting on the ground poking dried fish?The eyes are as bright as a cat's.

"My angel, have you been tempted by a demon!"

Yang Yang said in grief and indignation, Qin Huanlang picked up a small dried fish curiously, looked at it with disgust and threw it aside, and was caught by Wei Fuming.He picked up a piece of cured pork ribs himself, showing a satisfied smile.

"Angel? Your angel has fallen himself. What is this? Jerky?"

Watching the two men at the level of gods turn into greedy gods instantly, Yang Yang touched his broken heart.

"Small dried fish and dried vegetable pork bacon caught in the river. I will cook vegetables for you to eat at night."

Seeing Qin Huanlang and Wei Fuming's expressions of distrust, Yang Yang frowned.

"Don't underestimate me, you will know it when you have dinner at night."

Wei Fuming held the dried fish with a look of novelty on his face: "Yang, come on."

Qin Huanlang held the bacon sticks between two fingers: "Oh."

Squeezing away the two men who turned into foodies, Yang Yang, who carried a bag of food on his back, rushed to the kitchen, picked up the kitchen knife to wipe it, and stared back at the person standing at the door.

"Wash your hands and prepare to eat."

Skillfully wash the vegetables, chop the ribs, and put the sauce-flavored millet peppers in a small jar.Yang Yang started cooking home-cooked dishes.

Stir-fry the dried fish with green peppers, make a base with a layer of oil, stir-fry the peppers, put the cleaned dried fish in, stir-fry in the pan, add water and simmer on a low heat, finally add a little white wine to collect the water, and put it on a plate.

Looking at the chopped-off small fish, Yang Yang's confidence was a little lacking.In the last life, the craftsmanship didn't fail like this!

The ribs were chopped unevenly, and the small pieces were a bit mushy during the frying process. The burnt aroma of the bacon made people drool. The auntie helper could not help but twitch her mouth when she watched Yang Yang stir fry hard.

The food is good, but something is still wrong!

When Yang Yang picked up the kitchen knife and was about to chop the salted duck, the maid aunt couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward to grab the knife to drive away the man.

"Let me come, you say I fry."

Look at this kid who can't even hold a knife steadily, and is still cooking!

Glancing at the dried fish slag and the uneven cured pork ribs with garlic, Yang Yang silently went to the corner to peel the winter bamboo shoots.

The palm-sized winter bamboo shoots were stripped of layers of winter clothes, revealing their tiny and tender insides.

After filling a bowl of winter bamboo shoots and handing them to the helper auntie, and telling her to add some sliced ​​meat to stir-fry, Yang Yang quietly slipped out of the kitchen.

Mr. Qin came back from a walk and chatted with the old guys, just in time for dinner, seeing the not-so-good-looking dishes on the table, the old man was amused.

It doesn't look like the level.He looked at Wei Fuming, Qin Huanlang and Yang Yang with a smile, and began to guess who did it on a whim.Seeing that Yang Yang lowered his head and his ears were red, it means he didn't run away.

Wei Fuming didn't wear glasses when he ate, and he ate the rice with a gentle face, his chopsticks frantically moving in the dried fish. Yang Yang looked at it for a while, then silently went to the kitchen and gave him a spoon.

Qin Huanlang stared at the cured pork ribs and gnawed desperately, the bones were piled high.Mr. Qin was amused, and when he saw the bamboo shoots placed in front of him, his expression darkened instantly.

"If you eat fish, eat fish, if you eat ribs, eat ribs, why don't you give me a vegetarian diet?"

Secretary Qin, who was eating dinner openly, compared the plates: "Master, there is meat in it."

The old man angrily picked up a large chopstick and fresh bamboo shoots.

Having eaten and drank enough, Wei Fuming held the teacup with a moved expression on his face.

"This savory, spicy and spicy feeling is really amazing, and you can feel the natural deliciousness in every bite."

"Uh... the fish grows well..."

"The meat is delicious."

"Hello pig..."

“Sweet and crispy bamboo shoots!”

"The bamboo shoots are good..."

Yang Yang lowered his head as low as he could.I wanted to show off, but it turned out to be a joke!Fortunately, it's just a little ugly, but the food tastes good!

"It's all good things, and the heart is better." The old man reminisced about the bamboo shoots: "It's not easy to eat fresh ones now. Although the country is vigorously building transportation, the freight for these small things from the south to the north is not so easy. It’s cheap. I hope the economy will develop more, and we can eat wherever we want in the future.”

Yang Yang thought for a while, isn't this what happened more than ten years later!Express delivery is blooming everywhere, and high-speed rail, airplanes, cars, and trains are accessible across the country.

"There will be a day when Grandpa—"

Holding the teacup, Qin Huanlang was fascinated by the mist of the tea in the cup. Mr. Qin looked at him for a long time, his eyes were a little red.

"Yes, my old man will eat good food from all over the country in 20 years' time."

During the winter vacation, Qin Huanlang didn't let Yang Yang go, even if he had ribs, he couldn't shake his plan.

After finishing the school homework, Yang Yang started to practice hell again, and Yang Yang wrote in the guest room until the sky was dark.I looked at the clock, it was 10:30 in the evening.After closing the exercise, Yang Yang reached for the cup, it was empty.

The small guest room where Yang Yang lived in Qin's house was at the corner of the second floor, next to it was Wei Fuming's room, and across the corridor was Qin Huanlang's study and bedroom.

Before going downstairs, Yang Yang seemed to hear someone talking, and when he poured water up the stairs, Yang Yang heard "Shut up."

Standing in the middle of the stairs, Yang Yang thought about it for a while, then stepped heavily, and walked to Qin Huanlang's door.

The door was not closed, Qin Huanlang was sitting on a chair, the books on the table were swept up in a mess, and there were also some on the floor.

He propped his forehead with his hands, breathing a little fast.Yang Yang was originally curious, but he was dumbfounded when he saw it.

Wei Fuming said that Qin Huanlang has a very serious mental illness. Although he has recovered a lot after treatment, he will still be stimulated to attack and self-harm.

Seeing that Qin Huanlang's breathing became more and more rapid, Yang Yang became anxious. He put the cup by the door and ran to Qin Huanlang's side, reached out to hold his left hand, and touched his forehead with his right.

"Are you okay? Are you okay?"

Seeing Qin Huanlang's pale face and purple lips, Yang Yang almost didn't cry.

He had seen Qin Huanlang with a dazed face, he had seen him smiling confidently, he had also seen him alone, and it was the first time he saw him so fragile.

It seemed that he had encountered a very painful thing, and it seemed that even his breathing was forced to stop.

"Doctor Wei! Grandpa Qin!"

Yang Yang yelled in a crying voice, clasped Qin Huanlang tightly, and patted Qin Huanlang's chest with one hand.

"Exhale! Exhale!"

After Qin Huanlang answered the phone, he was upset and hadn't had a headache for a long time. The sudden headache made him a little out of control.

As soon as I heard that woman's voice, I would think of what she said, and those scenes seemed to appear before my eyes.

Then Yang Yang ran in.

When Qin Huanlang was covering his forehead, his eyes were not closed. He could feel Yang Yang rushing in and approaching him.

The forehead was still twitching, as if something was pounding inside, and the pain was as if the flesh and blood were being torn.

The child's voice changed and he was calling for someone, others also rushed in, Qin Huanlang frowned, and only held Yang Yang's hand tightly.

This inadvertent warmth, I don't want to let go at all...

If you could be completely mine...then...

When his eyes went dark, Qin Huanlang completely passed out.