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This sentence is very common in the sophistication of human beings. It is used in too many places, with similarities and minor differences. There are elements of courtesy in it, but also the meaning of concern. It makes people feel comfortable to listen to.
Before the change, Huang Dan would definitely not be able to say it, and he would never have thought of it, but now he will.
Everyone grows up. Huang Dan grew up in a different way, and he grew up a little later. There are many people who accompanied him and helped him grow. He is very grateful to them.
Sometimes that's it, don't experience it, don't feel it, never know what it is.
Zhou Weiwei asked for permission, and her tone became relaxed, "My mother picked a lot of persimmons, and I said you don't like them. She didn't listen to the persuasion and insisted on picking them. She packed a big bag and tied the mouth."
Huang Dan said, "I like food very much."
Zhou Weiwei was slightly stunned, she talked about the past in a half-joking tone, "Really, I remember that you didn't like to eat before and thought it tasted bad, I gave you one, and you left it in the ditch in front of the door. , pissed me off, and ignored you for a few days."
Huang Dan said, "People change."
These words touched some people and things, and the people on both ends of the phone fell silent.
Life is full of too many variables, and there are countless temptations and difficulties along the way. Some people deviate from the original track and come to a dead end.
There was another voice on Zhou Weiwei's side, it was Nie Xiuqin, calling her to eat, she said with a smile, "My mother cooked a pot of taro, and I ate it every day for the past few days. a lot of."
Huang Dan said, "Taro is very heavy."
Zhou Weiwei said it was all right, "There is an uncle I know who is going to buy goods in the city. My mother and I took his ride. Just because it was convenient, my mother brought some of this and some of the other."
Huang Dan asked, "How about going back?"
Zhou Weiwei said on the other end of the phone, "Uncle will go back that afternoon. We have already agreed with him, there is no problem."
Listening to her voice, Huang Dan frowned, "Cousin, you are lying."
Zhou Weiwei was a little speechless, she sighed with a smile, "Little, your current intelligence is really similar to your uncle, that's what, how do you say it?"
Huang Dan said, "Those who are close to Zhu are red, those who are close to ink are black."
Zhou Weiwei said several pairs in a row, "No, I'll ask my uncle tomorrow to order books to bring back to read, otherwise I won't be able to keep up with you."
Huang Dan was not taken away by her, "Uncle will go back the day after tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow?"
Zhou Weiwei said it was the day after tomorrow, "He said that when driving in snow, he was always stretched out and more tired than usual, so he had to stay in the city for one night."
Huang Dan guessed, "The hotel is not as convenient as home, there are quite a lot of empty houses, I will clean up later."
Zhou Weiwei was silent for a while, then asked cautiously, "I stay there with my mother for the night, won't I cause trouble to my uncle?"
In the end, she was still afraid of her uncle, especially the current uncle. After losing weight, she became more and more fierce, and there would still be violent things in her eyes. She was afraid of making the other party angry, and if something happened, then I really don't know what to do.
Huang Dan said no, "Don't worry."
Zhou Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, "My mother called me again, that's all, I won't bother you, see you tomorrow."
Putting down the microphone, Huang Dan tapped the table with his fingers a few times. After sitting on the sofa for a while, he got up and went upstairs, pushing the door in.
The curtains in the bedroom were drawn, the bedside lamp was on, the warm yellow light enveloped the place, and the faint halo just encircled the man on the bed.
As soon as Huang Dan entered, the man woke up, he pursed his lips, and the vigilance of the other party made him a little helpless.
Nie Wenyuan patted the seat next to him, "Come here."
Huang Dan closed the door with his hand, took off his coat and went to bed, lifted the quilt and lay in the man's arms, there was a faint smell of yào on his nose. He was used to smelling it for more than a year. up.
The young man's reaction made Nie Wenyuan stunned for a moment, "What?"
The yellow single-parent man with his sickly thin lips touched the tip of his tongue, "You've smoked."
Nie Wenyuan's forehead twitched, his eyes were half-closed, hooking the small piece of tongue that ran in, "No."
Huang Dan said, "I took it."
Nie Wenyuan rubbed the youth's wet lips, and a vague voice came out of his throat, "Just two or three mouthfuls."
Huang Dan withdrew, went to kiss again, and said firmly and seriously, "At least half of it."
Nie Wenyuan, "..."
He rested his forehead and found a lover whose sense of smell was better than that of a puppy.
Huang Dan's pain is different from ordinary people, and his sense of smell is normal, but he is more sensitive to the smell of smoke.