His entire back was wet, damn, he was almost scared to death just now, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his heart was still beating fast, his fingers were trembling all the time, he felt guilty.
The magazine belonged to Liu Feng. Chen Yue had seen it on the other side's desk, and he didn't know when it appeared in his bag. He was afraid that his parents would find out, so he threw it into the drawer, and planned to go back to find Liu next time. Bring it back when it's peak.
Chen Yue swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Now that the magazine was taken away by his mother, he would definitely die without a whole body. He picked up the water glass and gulped down a few gulps of cold boiled water. Anyway, Liu Feng saved his life.
It's not safe to write a love letter at school, and it's not safe at home, so where do you write it
Chen Yue's elbows rested on the table, and his hands were scratching hard in his hair, retribution, absolute retribution. Usually when others write love letters to him, he didn't feel relieved. Man, how bitter.
The sound outside the door disappeared. Father Chen pushed the door open and came in, sitting silently on his son's bed. His face was not ordinary, but he was a little aggrieved.
Chen Yue pulled a piece of toilet paper and handed it over, "Dad, wipe your face, it's all drool."
Father Chen clapped his son's hand away, "Isn't it all my fault? Even on New Year's Eve, I made your mother unhappy. I don't even know what to say to you. Catch it on the spot!"
Chen Yue touched his nose, "Jiang is still old and spicy. I'm a little more tender, and I can't compare with you. There is still a lot to learn in the future."
Father Chen looked at the door, his voice was a little lower, "Is the magazine Liu Feng's?"
Chen Yue nodded, "Yes."
Father Chen got up and paced with his hands behind his back, "Why are today's children so restless? When they are in their teens, thinking about their twenties, with all those messy things in their minds, can they still hold the knowledge they have in class?"
Chen Yue disagreed and said, "Dad, what you said is wrong, the pursuit of knowledge is innate, you can't kill it in the cradle, especially at our current age, you are also a past person, you should know, Now is the time to cultivate imagination.”
Chen's father left, he was afraid that if he didn't leave again, he would vomit blood from his son's anger.
Chen Yue put the exercise book in the crack of the door again. After thinking about it, he felt that it was a little bit of Yu Gai Mi Zhang's meaning, so he smoked it. He secretly went to the place where the cigarette was hidden, and took out a stick to his mouth. Been addicted to mouth.
After twelve o'clock, the new year is coming. Every family is crackling and putting pào bamboo. If the family is good, the quality of the pào bamboo bought will be much better. A large bunch can ring for a long time. The sound is gone.
Chen Yue was lying in bed listening to music, the light above his head was on, he couldn't sleep, he turned a few times before sitting up with his back against the head of the bed and thinking wildly. She was crying on the ground and fell asleep when it was almost dawn.
Customs vary from place to place. Chen Yue’s family does not go out on the first day of the first year, worships the new spirit on the second day, worships his mother-in-law on the third day, and worships the father-in-law on the fourth day.
Chen Yue stayed at home for two days, and was called by Chen's mother in the morning of the third day.
Chen's mother checked the things to watch in the house. The cake must be there, brown sugar and white sugar, and longan. "The big and the small are a virtue, and I won't get up for a long time, and the noodles in the pot are all mushy. "
Chen Yue came out wearing a padded jacket, "It tastes the same whether it is sticky or not."
Mother Chen bent down and put things into the bag, "That's the noodles under the old chicken soup."
Chen Yue sniffed, feeling a little cold, "It's also a smell, Mom, you have something to do with it."
Mother Chen put the bag in her hand on the ground, and her face, which could still be braided a little delicately, was stretched very long, "Are you going to eat noodles?"
"Go, go, go now."
Chen Yue went to the kitchen after brushing his teeth and washing his face. He smelled the fragrance. His food came up a little, so he went to the cupboard to get the tableware. The pot was steaming. Slowly stewing, the stew has long been rotten, the bones are bones, the meat is meat, there is a big pot, and I eat it on the first day of the first day, and the third day of the third year.
There are six or seven dishes on the pot table, as well as a large pot of rice cooked with red beans, all of which are New Year's Eve meals. Next, I will go to my relatives' house to pay New Year's Eve. I eat very few times at home, and I get tired of eating. This is leftovers. And let go.
Chen Yue was full after seeing the whole plate of frozen pork and white braised pork. He smacked his lips, scratched the pot with a spatula a few times, put an egg into the bowl, and went to pick up a few pieces of chicken, all with meaty bones. Less.
The noodles were in another pot, and it was really mushy. Chen Yue couldn't pick it up with chopsticks, so he directly put a big spoon and scooped two spoons in a row.
When Chen Yue came out with the noodles, his mother was getting something for the two uncles. After eating the noodles, his mother hadn't finished it yet.