In the past, Mr. Xu not only loved his work and career, but was also good at fooling around, drawing cakes, and agitating the masses, so that his younger brother would love work and career with him. Before nine o'clock every night, people in their company were embarrassed to leave work.
However, since he was with Dou Xun, Mr. Xu has contracted a series of problems of the king of subjugation-Monday syndrome, holiday syndrome, death delay syndrome, early rise syndrome and so on. Take a look at your property situation, the more you look, the less motivated you are.
From the grey parrot's point of view, in the past, it was woken up by the sound of its father's footsteps every day, stretched out in the morning light, roared two out of tune folk songs, and bowed its head to have fresh bird food and water, it was a perfect Happy morning.
And now... It's starving to the point of baldness, and the goddamn "Dad" is shamelessly rolling on the bed!
There was a little light rain outside the window, and it was a good day to sleep with the curtains and head covered. Xu Xilin lay half-dead on the bed and hummed, "Let the little ones usurp the throne and seize power, I don't want to go to court early!"
Dou Xun was comforting the grey parrot with a forehead getting up.
Xu Xilin continued to howl: "I worked every day in the first half of my life just for the sake of having fun in the second half of my life. I can live a petty bourgeois life by collecting rent and paying dividends, why do I still need to work!"
Dou Xun leaned against the door and looked at him: "Can't afford it?"
Xu Xilin rolled on the pillow with the quilt: "No... I don't want to go to work... "
In all fairness, Xu Xilin didn't really want to do nothing, but after tossing back and forth in the hospital for half a year, his body has been a little weak, and it has become much more difficult to get up. In addition, there is nothing to act like a spoiled child. You can get the motivation to "work hard to support your family".
Unexpectedly, Dou Xun thought about it for a while, rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward, holding him down through the quilt, and said happily, "If you don't want to go, don't go, just because I don't want to go either, let's do something else."
Xu Xilin was stunned by this… I don't know if it was a nephew or a traitorous concubine. His arrogance disappeared, and he got up with a trembling liver and lungs, and prepared to go to work in a proper manner.
Dou Xun broke off a small piece of bread to shock him. Xu Xilin ate it with his hand while tying his tie. He was then led to drink a bowl of boiled millet porridge. He was easily coaxed and hummed a song. Change shoes: "Thunder and rain..."
The grey parrot immediately raised his neck in spirit: "Leo!"
Dou Xun ordered while sorting out his materials, "Take an umbrella."
Xu Xilin: "I have an umbrella in my car—if it's raining—"
The grey parrot was intoxicated: "Leo!"
Dou Xun: "The one in your car is broken..."
Xu Xilin thought it was troublesome, and pretended not to hear: "It's cold in a padded jacket—"
The grey parrot raised its neck and howled: "Leo Leo!"
Then he ran off to the lingering sound of parrots.
Dou Xun: "..."
After Xu Xilin was gone, he sighed, walked over, opened the folding umbrella hanging from the entrance, and took off a small ring box tied to the umbrella stand.
Xu Xilin's birthday was in July, and it was coming soon. Dou Xun wanted to give him something.
That time, after being reminded by Xu Xilin, he remembered that there was such a thing as giving a ring.
Dou Xun actually knew that Xu Xilin was joking. The ring thing was just a ceremony. There was no ceremony between the two of them, only ten years of time. However, because he was born with a lack of romantic cells, he really couldn't think of anything else to give away, so he bought it secretly.
After buying Dou Xun, he regretted it, because it would be embarrassing to hear people say it would be embarrassing. He imagined the scene and felt it was a bit funny, so he racked his brains to figure out an unexpected way to show this thing, it is best to let Xu Xilin react But come, no chance to laugh at him.
The bad idea of hanging it on the umbrella was something he did in the middle of the night after checking the weather forecast the night before.
As a result, the first attempt failed.
Dou Xun turned his head and glared at the stupid bird on the shelf: "Add chaos."
Grey parrot wagging its head and tail: "Science is - it's that simple!"
On the same day, Dou Xun used his mobile phone to surf the Internet during the recess. Someone suggested that since the two have been together for a long time, it is best to take a warm route and use the common "home style", such as wrapping a ring in a dumpling. .
Dou Xun thought about it and felt that it was feasible. The biggest problem at present is that Dr. Dou does not have the ability to prepare a pastry meal independently.
However, the most afraid of serious research is in everything. In the era of information explosion, any small difficulties in life can be solved with strategies. Dou Xun came home from get off work in the evening and patiently began to figure out the recipe.
Xu Xilin walked in and glanced at it nonchalantly, then broke apart half a peach and handed it to him: "Tell me what you want to eat, what are you doing with this stuff?"
Dou Xunfang didn't hear it, he just took the peach and was about to bite it, he frowned again, lowered his head and pinched out a lively meat worm from the inside: "There are worms again, what's the matter with the peach I bought this time?"
Xu Xilin didn't lift his head: "It means that it is organic food - you can catch up with it anyway. I have eaten a few times, but I haven't eaten it yet."
Dou Xun: "I've eaten seven or eight, and there are bugs in every peach."
Xu Xilin: "..."
The two seemed to have deduced some strange fact from this conversation. They looked at each other in silence for a while, and then Xu Xilin carried the peach that had been nibbling on for a while under the lamp, and searched carefully for a while. Half of the worm buried under his iron and copper teeth was found in the corner.
Xu Xilin: "..."
Dou Xun beckoned to him, pinched his chin, rubbed his fingers lightly between his lips, and asked curiously, "...Is it delicious?"
Xu Xilin rushed out in horror.
Dou Xun thought about it for a while, and closed the recipe, because half of them might swallow the foreign objects in the stuffing unconsciously because of their sloppy eating.
So the second plan was rejected by himself.
then what should we do
In the evening while Xu Xilin was taking a bath, Dou Xun took a look at the small box he prepared, raised his head and said to the gray parrot who was staring at him, "How about I hang it on you and let you deliver it?"
The grey parrot tilted his head and looked at him with an innocent, surprised expression.
Dou Xun squeezed his eyebrows: "Forget it, idiot, get out and kneel."
The grey parrot was very lackluster, and refused to leave. Dou Xun decisively caught it and threw it out. Then he went straight into the bathroom attached to the master bedroom with a thoughtful and honest face, intending to give himself a day. I have tried my best to receive a "worry allowance".
In a blink of an eye, it was the weekend, and Dou Xun's gift still hadn't been given.
Lao Cheng invited the two of them to play in the shop, and by the way, he celebrated the birthday of Mr. Xu, the gold owner of the "grandfather" flower shop, so on weekends, the two of them stepped on the afterglow and went to the flower shop that closed early.
Thanks to Dou Xun's financial support, the flower shop merged the small shop next door, which is much more spacious. Lao Cheng wears like a magic stick and wanders in the shop every day, telling the fortunes of the little girls, and making dried flowers into brooches. This month's "Benming Flower" is sold to them.
The four non-mainstream youths had enough to eat and drink, and they also shared a big cake. The old man took out a lottery tube, with a layer of ash attached to the outside of the tube, and a few tokens were slenderly nested inside. , as if no one cared about it for a long time.
"Guests usually like to play tarot cards or watch astrolabes," Lao Cheng said, "Old Cai usually doesn't let me take this out, thinking it's too low-grade and not foreign. Today, let's play the local method and shake a birthday star. Next year will be smooth, no disaster or disease.”
Xu Xilin still had a fresh memory of the old crow's mouth, and he just sneered when he heard the words: "If there is no disaster and no disease, it will become sick after smoking, so don't come."
"Oh, don't worry." Lao Cheng forcibly shoved the canister into his hand, "I have already asked me to change it to the top lottery, and make a lot of money, or let the guests draw the lottery every day, isn't that just a lottery?"
Xu Xilin thought that he was "a good spirit but not a bad spirit", so he took it over and shook it twice - not a single sign fell out.
A few thin sticks jumped around for a while, and stayed firmly in place, as if there was a "suction stone" under the bobbin.
Xu Xilin shook it with a little more strength - it still didn't fall out.
Cai Jing covered his face silently, Lao Cheng was so embarrassed that even Dou Xun was speechless.
For a moment, an atheist, such as Xu Xilin, could not help but raise a trace of doubt in his heart. Could it be that he was born with a bad fate, so he could only shake it until he signed, and when the old man changed the sign, he simply couldn't get out at all
Xu Xilin didn't want to shake it anymore, and turned the lottery cylinder upside down. This time, with a bang, a heavy object fell.
I saw that all the sticks defied gravity and hung on the stick strangely. When I looked again, the bottom of the stick was tied to the bottom of the stick with a thin thread. It would jump when shaken, but it would never fall out. It was free, and fell on the table—with something tied underneath.
It's so heavy, no wonder it can't shake it out for a long time.
Xu Xilin picked up the stick that fell out, and saw that "a thousand miles has a fate for a thousand miles" engraved on it, and the "heavy object" attached to the bottom was a small suede box, and you didn't need to open it to know what was inside.
Xu Xilin looked up at Dou Xun.
So embarrassing - Dou Xun knew that listening to the old man would not end well, he coughed dryly and his eyes wandered.
The other two light bulbs also quieted down, nervously waiting for Xu Xilin to speak.
However, Xu Xilin did not smile.
He didn't open the small box in front of everyone, just put it away and held it in his palm.
Xu Xilin carefully stroked the words on the signature, and after a long while, he said with mixed feelings, "This is the first time in my life that I have drawn the signature in the hands of my grandfather."
Thousands of miles of fate.
He smiled silently.
"The group seat, open it quickly and let us have a long experience!"
"Don't show it!"
"Stingy..."