When the two returned to City C, it was already late winter.
After Nan Zhou drank Laba porridge for the first time and was shocked, he celebrated his birthday in his new residence.
Nan Zhou is still Teacher Nan.
His title is a nationally appointed fighting coach, and he was assigned to an apartment in a compound.
It used to be the home of a retired professor. The decoration is ready-made, and it is Chinese-style. The TV wall is ingenious, and it is divided into a book wall. It can be described as an elegant room.
In the news broadcast on TV, there was a lot of joy and Vientiane was updated.
Relatives have been lost and returned, and it is rare for everyone to feel a little sincere about this New Year's festival, when the sense of ritual has long been better than the content.
Every household posted Spring Festival couplets, removed scale and dust, and looked forward to a better year ahead.
Li Yinhang poked his head out of the kitchen: "Mr. Nan, what are the stuffing for dumplings?"
Nan Zhou gave the answer seriously: "Apple."
Li Yinhang: "..."
She passed the word to Nanji Xing who was mixing stuffing: "Pork and green onions."
Nanji Xing stood in front of the counter, wearing an apron around his waist, slicing the meat: "Yes."
The mince creaked in a few drops of sautéed scallion oil.
Li Yinhang put a pot of water, noodles, and eggs in the pond in front of Nanzhou, and briefly explained to him how to turn the mixture into a dough.
So teacher Nan Zhou obediently held an iron basin and kneaded the dough obediently.
Thousands of kneading, kneading out a house of fragrance.
Li Yinhang took a tangerine, and while peeling it, he explained to him: "Mr. Nan, you have your birthday tomorrow, and you make dumplings today. This is called 'Bao Xiaoren'. You have to eat longevity noodles tomorrow."
She rambled: "I originally wanted to stay here for your birthday, but the tickets for the Spring Festival are really hard to grab, and there are only two tickets left for tomorrow."
Nan Zhou's hand paused: "Two?"
"Well." Li Yinhang glanced at the kitchen, "Me and him. The two of us."
The sound of pots and pans touching each other in the kitchen was lower, and it was obvious that the ears of a sugar glider were quietly perked up.
Antarctica has nests in both.
If he wanted to stop by, he would open the window, jump on the security nets of the two houses, and knock on the window of the other house.
But he has been going to Li Yinhang's house more often recently.
When the two main pets were eating apples side by side on the sofa, Nan Zhou asked him curiously, "What's in Yinhang's house? You like to go there so much."
Nanji Xing was biting the apple, and there was a slight golden light on his cheek: "She has... has..."
What exactly was there, he sighed for a while, but he didn't say it after all.
To this end, Nan Zhou also went to Li Yinhang's house to investigate.
He found that the two layouts are highly similar, except for the details of the decoration, there is no big difference.
After Nan Zhou was confused for a while, he slammed the palm of his hand and suddenly became enlightened.
In view of the fact that when Nan Xing was still a honey glider, he always liked to bite some book pages to grind his teeth, and once ate a corner of his picture book.
It probably looked at the itchy teeth, and knew that it couldn't be destroyed, and was afraid that Brother Fang would be angry, so he went to Li Yinhang's house to hide.
Li Yinhang said with a smile: "He said...I want to see my home."
Nan Zhou nodded: "Well. I have a car, but I can't drive it yet. Do you want it?"
Li Yinhang waved his hand pragmatically: "No, no. Home is far away. Fuel costs are expensive."
Nan Zhou didn't ask any further questions, and continued to knead the dough honestly.
Li Yinhang turned back to the kitchen.
Although Nanjixing is ignorant, it is different from Nanzhou.
… His understanding of emotions has improved rapidly.
He sullenly said, "I... I'd better stay. I'm not going."
Li Yinhang glanced at him intently, guessed what he was thinking, but did not reveal it, and sighed deliberately: "I bought the ticket. Tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock... Now the refund is 24 hours before the departure, and there is a 20 refund fee."
Nanji Xing whispered: "What should we do then?"
Li Yinhang didn't answer his question, he tilted his head and asked, "What's the matter? We agreed to go."
Antarctica star sullenly cut potatoes: "I don't look good."
Li Yinhang smiled: "We look good."
Seeing that she didn't understand, Nanji Xing had to truthfully express his concerns: "... I'm very strange."
He pointed to the thin, irreversible golden lines on his face.
Li Yinhang had already made a draft: "Just say you like spy."
Nanji Xing, who has learned to watch family dog blood dramas: "Your relatives will ask who I am."
Li Yinhang waved his hand: "It's okay, the seven aunts and eight aunts in my family can't talk to me."
Nanji Xing: "... But how do you tell them, who am I?"
"Well..." Li Yinhang held the orange in his mouth, "You are Nanji Xing, my good friend, the little cook assigned by the national package, or..."
Nanji Xing's ears are pointed, waiting for her to follow.
But Li Yinhang suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "That half is quite sour, but this half is sweet."
Involuntarily, she stuffed a little sweetness into the mouth of Antarctica.
Nanji Xing was holding sweet oranges and pursed his lips, a little happy and a little embarrassed.
But he didn't know where the latter came from.
It was as if he didn't know Li Yinhang's face turned slightly red for unknown reasons.
The heating in the house is really on.
Nan Zhou was kneading his dough when he heard someone knocking on the door, so he wore soft flannel slippers and kicked to open the door.
Jiang Fang's cheeks, who came in, were slightly red, and when he encountered the heat, thin drops of water condensed on his eyelashes.
He shook the plastic bag in his hand: "I bought the vinegar."
Li Yinhang turned out of the kitchen, took the vinegar pot in his hand, looked up at his half-ball head, and pursed his lips.
"He pierced it."
After Jiang Fang briefly explained the origin of his new hairstyle, he smiled and pointed to his British-style jacket and grey cashmere scarf.
"He made it. He tied it."
Li Yinhang: "..."
On the bright side, this should be her last bite of dog food this year.
Vinegar with noodles is ready in a blink of an eye.
Li Yinhang called out, "Wash your hands and make dumplings—"
Jiang Fang, who had changed into lounge clothes, rolled up his sleeves and said, "No hurry, just wait for him first."
Li Yinhang: "... ah?"
After about a minute.
The gentle and amiable hostess on the TV said: "This is the news live broadcast room of this section. Thank you for watching. Goodbye."
Nan Zhou on the TV side nodded politely: "Goodbye."
He comforted the host who was still attentive to broadcasting news for him on his birthday. Nan Zhou also followed Jiang Fang's example, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the pot of noodles, stuffing, and fireworks in his world.
…
At this time, it is the time when Wanjia's meal is cooked.
s city.
He Yinchuan's home.
He Yinchuan is an old Saburo, and even if he is transferred to a clerical post, he can still maintain his stance on the post.
He worked overtime for two consecutive days, and was ordered by the leader to go home and take a vacation.
After he fell, the pillow was dark and sweet until sunset.
When he opened his eyes in a daze, the lanterns were already coming on outside the window.
But the house is not dark.
The faint sound of frying and frying came from the direction of the kitchen.
Wearing a black vest and boxer shorts that only reached half of his thighs, He Yinchuan walked to the kitchen and saw Zhou Ao's back.
He was not surprised. Zhou Ao has the key to his house.
He crept closer.
Zhou Ao also knew that he was creeping closer.
He deliberately put the kitchen knife aside and turned to get the vegetable yard.
Sure enough, in the next second, someone jumped on his back.
Zhou Ao's waist was straight, stretched out his hand to support his firm buttocks, and carried him firmly on his back.
An old scar on He Yinchuan's knee lightly rubbed against the line of Zhou Ao's trousers.
Some people don't know it.
Someone pretended not to know.
He Yinchuan was carried on his back, feeling a little embarrassed for a while.
But since he came, he was at ease, and he simply wrapped Zhou Ao's neck directly: "Ha, we caught our snail Xiao Zhou again."
Zhou Ao simply said, "You didn't eat breakfast and lunch?"
He Yinchuan: "…"
He thought about it carefully: "Last night and yesterday noon seemed to be..."
Zhou Ao: "… "
The veins on his neck were all up.
Seeing that the situation was not good, He Yinchuan admitted in time: "It's wrong, it's wrong, I will listen to Team Zhou in the future."
Seeing that Zhou Ao didn't blame him, he breathed a sigh of relief, slipped off Zhou Ao secretly, and touched the cucumber he cut up to eat.
As soon as he took a bite, he listened to Zhou Ao, who had picked up the kitchen knife again, and said calmly, "... From now on, I will come here often."
He Yinchuan was puzzled and went to touch the cucumber again with a smile, but was slapped on the back of the hand by Zhou Ao as a warning.
He Yinchuan was not angry at all.
He stared at Zhou Ao's reborn palm, raised the corner of his mouth proudly, raised his hand and slapped Zhou Ao's buttocks unexpectedly, waiting for him to reply.
He also wanted Zhou Ao to use his hands more.
He was happy to see it.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Ao turned around and looked at him quietly for a while, then raised his hand and touched his hair.
He Yinchuan: "??"
He stroked his forehead in confusion.
Your goal seems to have been achieved...
…
A pair of dolls are blowing kisses to say goodbye to the children in the orphanage.
One is strong and broad, the other is petite and cute.
The children were full of reluctance and kept waving to them.
It was not until they left the children and came to an old van in the parking lot that the two took off their hoods.
On such a cold day, they were stuffed in their doll suits, and they were sweating like washing with water.
A wisp of pink hair from the petite girl stuck to her side cheeks, and she didn't care, rubbing her shoulders casually.
The tall man next to him silently handed over a rubber band, and she took it with a smile and tied it for herself.
All kinds of "Gravity" games, all kinds of "Zhaohui", such as yesterday's death, just like today's life.
But Su Meiying is not a firefly that can only live for seven days.
She can't forget the monstrous mistakes that she made after being manipulated by [Answer].
Therefore, she has to keep herself busy and tired to make her heart feel better.
Fortunately, someone is willing to accompany her.
After tying her hair, she asked Wei Chenghua, "Where are we going?"
Before Wei Chenghua could answer, a greeting came from behind: "Why don't you ask? Drink beer and eat hot pot!"
She turned around in amazement and saw three other familiar faces.
Spider tattoos, four eyes, and a man who stands quietly and has no sense of existence.
She stood there, looking at her "Zhaohui" in the dark, opened her mouth and wanted to say hello, but tears fell first.
…
At the same moment, Sun Guojing was very busy.
His BBQ stall has reopened and business is better than ever.
Luo Ge was carrying the newly arrived beer piece by piece, Qi Tianyun was smoking in the charcoal fire, shrouded in the aroma of beef and chili, and couldn't see his face clearly.
Sun Guojing was wearing an apron, giving orders.
The guest he received, coincidentally, was Shen Jie.
She came with her daughter this time.
It is a pity that although they have all cooperated with "Cube Ark", they are limited to knowing their names, and they do not know each other when they meet.
Shen Jie ordered like every ordinary customer: "Ten skewers of beef, five skewers of dried tofu, five skewers of squid, and five skewers of grilled heart tube. All are less spicy."
Sun Guojing also extended his voice like every well-mannered boss: "Okay—"
With a loud cry, the complacency and joy on the roadside in the middle of the night were called out.
…
After the meal, Li Yinhang took Nanji Xing to say goodbye.
It was nearly midnight, while Nanzhou was taking a bath, Jiang Fang went downstairs.
When Nan Zhou came out, Jiang Fang abducted the wet cat, took him to the living room, and said that he would not be allowed to go back to the bedroom until 12 o'clock.
Nan Zhou huddled in Jiang Fang's arms to watch the documentary.
During this period, he tried to sneak into the bedroom several times to take a peek, but he was successfully captured by Jiang Fang.
It was not until 12 midnight that Jiang Fang held Nan Zhou's hand with one hand, covered his eyes with the other, stood behind him, and guided him step by step to the closed bedroom.
squeak-
The door opened slowly.
The hand covering Nan Zhou's eyes also loosened.
Nan Zhou opened his eyes slightly.
A pile of beautiful boxes, neatly placed in their bedroom.
ps7.
A vinyl record.
A pop-up book that gives you an overview of the mountains and rivers when you open it.
A Polaroid that records their lives in real time.
A complete set of premium paints and paints.
A hand-painted board.
…
Nan Zhou counted and found a total of 24 birthday gifts.
"In the past few years, it was my fault that I missed your birthday for so long. Now, I've made up the gift for you at one time."
Jiang Fang hugged him from behind, rested his chin on his shoulder, and gently rubbed: "From now on, it's all yours year after year."
Nan Zhou couldn't say how he felt at the moment.
All he knew was that his heart was beating fast now.
So, he turned around, grabbed Jiang Fang's collar, tiptoed slightly, and kissed him gently.
Resonating with him at the same frequency is the best.