When Fang Jin and Jiang Jie came, Li Sinian was tearing apart crab roe in the kitchen.
Around the mid-autumn festival is the time to eat crabs. Li Sinian, an American, used to almost never eat seafood from rivers and lakes, but now he is a Chinese son-in-law, awkwardly cutting crab legs in the kitchen with small scissors.
When the doorbell rang, Li Sinian opened the door with crab roe in his hand and sighed helplessly: "How many times have I told you to take the keys with you when you go out..."
He froze.
A pair of middle-aged men stood outside the door carrying a bag of crabs and a bag of gorgon water chestnuts. The man's eyebrows and eyes were a replica of Fang Daichuan, and his face was squarer than Fang Daichuan's. The woman had a straight nose, and the bottom of the nose It is a lozenge-shaped pale color lip.
Li Sinian was completely dumbfounded.
He hurriedly stepped aside to open the porch, and stretched out his hand, but felt that something was wrong, and there were still crab roe on his hand.
"Hello, Uncle and Auntie... Come in, both of you, I, I am Brother Chuan'er's friend, come to play for a few days." He was a little dazed, and his right index finger began to tremble again, more trembling than when there was a hail of bullets.
He went to the kitchen to wash his hands and poured two cups of tea.
"Are you a friend in his company, are you also a star?" Fang Jin followed him into the kitchen, and put the crabs and gorgon on the cooking table. Fang Daichuan's grandmother is from Jiangsu, and she loves this bite. The whole family likes it, and asks someone to buy it every autumn.
Li Sinian helped soak the crabs in the water, and replied: "No, my undergraduate director met Brother Chuan'er by accident, and I was trying to train him to play a role."
"That's good, that's good," Fang Jin said with a smile, "That's Chuan'er's leader, how can I let you stay at home alone to clean up crabs, Chuan'er is too ignorant! I'll tell him when he comes back."
Li Sinian smiled: "It's okay, we are friends."
Jiang Jie sat in the living room for a while, always feeling something was wrong.
Out of a female intuition and a mother's natural understanding of her son, she stood up and walked around to look at her son's apartment.
The living room was spotless, the curtains were replaced with thick dark gray linen, a few new bottles of wine were placed on the shelf, and there was a movable bookshelf in the corner of the room. Who knows who gave birth to a son, even if he killed Fang Daichuan, he wouldn't be able to clean up like this. It's not that he doesn't like to be clean and messy. He can clean up the room, but it's so clean that it's "tidy" or even "meticulous". It can be explained, at least in the late stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
There was also a strange cat in the corner of the living room, looking at her vigilantly as if someone had broken into the chassis for no reason. The cat is not small anymore, it looks a year old, it doesn't look like it has just been adopted.
Seeing Li Sinian and Fang Jin chatting in the kitchen, Jiang Jie sneaked into her son's bedroom.
The original dark blue sheets and duvet covers were replaced with dark gray ones. Two off-white striped pillows were stacked chaotically, and the quilt was messy.
The window was open, and some cool wind came in. There were two mugs on the bedside table, one black and one white, and unboxed condoms were scattered beside the alarm clock.
Jiang Jie's heart sank severely.
She hesitated for three seconds before opening the bathroom door.
There are two electric toothbrushes standing on the toothbrush holder, and a pair of towels. If these are not enough to prove anything, you can also comfort yourself that your son has a girlfriend when he grows up, and the two razors in the corner of the sink really dealt Jiang Jie a fatal blow.
Her eye sockets are a little hot.
"Eh? Is someone here?" Fang Daichuan came in from the outside and saw two pairs of shoes at the door.
Jiang Jie lowered her head and wiped her eyes, then walked out, pretending that nothing happened: "We are here."
She didn't miss the momentary panic in her son's eyes, those eyes almost shattered all her psychological construction, and after calming down, she smiled and said: "Your uncle sent you some crabs and gorgon seeds, which are still tender." , eat while the shell is wet, don’t let it dry, it will get old.”
Fang Daichuan swallowed his Adam's apple, and glanced into the kitchen carefully, seeing that there was no clue, so he calmed down a little, and pulled his mother to sit on the sofa: "Oh, mom, look at you, you won't even come here." I'll make a call, what if I'm not home?"
Jiang Jie turned her face away: "I have the key. If you're not at home, just put the things down and we'll leave. You haven't done anything shameful. Do you still want to close the door behind your back?" When she said this, After all, he didn't restrain himself well, the ending sound rose a little bit, and there was a little bit of crying.
Li Sinian's crab-cutting fingers shook, and the scissors stuck into his index finger.
Fang Jin didn't hear what the two women were saying outside, and was chatting with Li Sinian, he looked at Li Sinian's clumsy look and smiled: "You are not skilled in making crabs, you have to practice more."
Li Sinian nodded quickly and said, "What you said is that I will practice hard for a few more years."
"Try my cooking at noon!" Fang's father said proudly, "I have been cooking for many years, you still have to practice, men, you have to be able to cook, live together, there must be one who can cook I can clean up the housework, or else I will turn the world upside down."
Dad skillfully mixed the egg whites and egg yolks separately, poured in white vinegar and minced ginger, and whipped quickly, while sighing: "Chuan'er is just spoiled by his grandpa, so he can't do anything. Sigh."
Li Sinian tentatively said: "Stupid people are blessed with stupidity, maybe Brother Chuan'er will marry a wife who just happens to know how to cook."
"Hey," Fang's father snorted, "there is only one family at the moment, and the little girls were also spoiled by their parents since they were young, so few of them know how to cook."
Li Sinian lowered his head and broke the crab's legs: "If you like him, you are willing to learn from him."
Outside, Fang Daichuan dragged his mother to the study and closed the door.
"Mom," Fang Daichuan lowered his head and thought for a long time, "Do you know something?"
Jiang Jie's tears came down all at once, she covered her mouth in a low voice, and pressed her forehead against Fang Daichuan's chest: "What's the matter with you? I remember you didn't have this problem before!"
Fang Daichuan embraced his mother's shoulders hesitantly: "Actually, it has been there for a long time, and there were signs when I was a child."
"Is it because of my mother?" Jiang Jie raised her face to look up at her son's face, "When you saw your mother when you were a child, she always wore a police uniform, wielding knives and guns, carelessly, is it related to this?"
Fang Daichuan laughed: "Where is this going? My mother! No, it has nothing to do with you. I am purely born. Stop thinking about it."
Jiang Jie burst into tears: "You were born by me, how can you have nothing to do with me!"
Fang Daichuan took out a tissue, held up his mother's face, and dried her carefully: "Mom, I was born by you, and you are my closest relative. I don't want to hide it from you. He is Li Sinian."
Jiang Jie closed her eyes.
"He had a hard life, his father died early, his mother and grandfather were not good, and he never enjoyed any family happiness. Unlike ordinary coming out, he may not be very good at handling the relationship with you Therefore, I have never dared to confess to you.” Fang Daichuan hugged his mother gently, looked at the white hair on the top of his mother’s head, and his eyes were sore, “But I want to get your blessings, I love you, and I love you. he."
He has a good command of lines, and when he said the word "love", it was so clear and tender that Jiang Jie was speechless.
"It's not that mom doesn't want to bless you." Jiang Jie sorted out her emotions and sniffed, "Mom is afraid. Mom can't stay with you for the rest of your life. You don't have the guarantee of marriage. Can you go far? What do people outside think of you? It's your job again... to be in the spotlight with every move. Mom is scared."
Fang Daichuan smiled, and looked at his mother with the same eyes as his father: "As long as you don't object, no matter how big the storm outside is, it won't break me. I'm the son of Jiang Jie, the overlord of the police world."
During the meal, Jiang Jie went uncharacteristically and didn't say a word. On the surface, Li Sinian was talking and laughing happily with Fang's father, but the back of his shirt was already soaked with sweat.
He and Jiang Jie's eyes met at the dinner table by chance. A mother's sadness and fear, pleading and exhortation were so heavy that Li Sinian couldn't hold the chopsticks steadily.
"What's wrong with you today?" Fang Jin smiled and picked up a chopstick dish for his wife, "What I cooked didn't suit your taste?"
Jiang Jie looked at her son's begging dog eyes, then at the sincere Li Sinian, shook her head slightly, picked up a chopstick and gently put it in Li Sinian's bowl, and said softly, "Eat more."
Li Sinian's eyes turned red, and the chopsticks came out of his hand instantly.
After sending off his parents, Fang Daichuan slumped on the sofa, pinched Beta's ear and smiled, "It scared me to death."
Li Sinian sat on the side and poured himself a glass of wine: "I was really scared to death." His fingers trembled violently.
Fang Daichuan recalled that report, Li Sinian's drug addiction and moderate depression, when he was stressed, he would have addiction. It's fine if you don't know it. Now that you know it, he can't watch Li Sinian use alcohol to suppress drug addiction.
He snatched the wine glass and drank it all by himself.
Li Sinian stared at him with some surprise.
"In the future, you are not allowed to be addicted to alcohol or drugs." Fang Daichuan lightly touched Li Sinian's lips with his wine-smelling lips, and smiled, "You can only have sex addiction."
As he spoke, he unbuttoned Li Sinian's shirt collar: "When you're nervous, think of me, see if Brother Chuan'er will break it back for you."
Li Si young smiled and kissed him, grabbing the aftertaste of the alcohol from his throat.
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This is the end of the witch's public episode!
Thank you for your company and support along the way!
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The original inspiration and brainstorm of the book Witch is "The Star Detective". I saw the case of "Crazy Tulip" half a year ago, and I was crazy about the star detective! The case-in-case model of that case was the initial prototype of the witch's inspiration. Here to solemnly Amway everyone! It's a pity that the third season has not been released yet, which is also very sad. When I was in college, I fell in love with Werewolf Killing. When I was writing the first half, I watched the Werewolf Killing program crazily. It might be a bit too deeply affected. Some dramas affected the reading experience of some readers. I apologize to everyone. This author, please compare Willful hhh.
There is a classic "None Survived" that pays tribute to grandma, and everyone can definitely see it. There are also some random quotations from Nabokov and Hrabal, so I won’t annotate them one by one.
The translations of the two English songs were translated by myself. I am not an English major. I refer to Netease Cloud’s translation. There may be some mistakes in the translation. Please bear with me~
In short, thank you for your company all the way. Brother Chuaner and Brother Nian have gone to their little days without shame. All new adventure episodes will be included when they come out.
Finally, let’s take a look at the Little Meatloaf Building next door, "Training a Gentleman", it is already very fat, everyone is welcome to dance.
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See you in the next story~
Finally, the last thing is to "open your eyes"! Open your eyes! Open your eyes!
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