He didn't drink enough in the first grade of junior high school. He knew that Yan Hang had a good alcohol tolerance, so he was mentally prepared for the drinks between Uncle Yan and Cui Yi, who even Yan Hang didn't dare to join.

Although they didn't expect that the two of them could drink a lot of wine. Yan Hang bought all the wines, and they also drank ice black tea for a while.

In the end, the two of them fell asleep on the sofa one by one. It was almost three o'clock in the middle of the night.

Looking at the mess of tables and floors, I have the soul of a long-term worker, and I am so sleepy that I don’t want to move anymore.

"Don't worry," Yan Hang sat against the wall on the bay window, his legs swaying back and forth, "Let's clean up tomorrow."

"...I'll just collect it, clean it up," Chu Yi hesitated for a while and stood up, "If anyone gets up in the middle of the night, falls again in the toilet."

"You are." Yan Hang smiled and jumped from the bay window, "Okay, I'll help you."

"Why, why are you helping me?" Chu Yi tweeted, "This is no rule, it must be my job, ah."

"I'll be with you," Yan Hang said, "By the way?"

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang basically followed two steps. After putting a plate on the first day of the Chu Dynasty, he put a spoon up, picked up a bowl on the first day of the Chu Dynasty, and put a cup up.

When he finished cleaning up and started sweeping the floor, he sat back on the bay window and the "together" activity was over.

Chu Yi glanced at him while sweeping the floor: "You used to..."

"In the past, I took turns to clean up my father, throw it away first, and then do it when I have time." Yan Hang interrupted him and answered very quickly.

"Then later..." Chu Yi said again, and was interrupted again.

"Later, I didn't open the fire here very much. Sometimes I ate it with paper bowls and plates and threw it away," said Yan Hang, "You will be there later."

"…Oh." Chu nodded.

In fact, no one cares about it, Yan Hang himself dealt with it. After all, he is still a very particular person. With him, Yan Hang will definitely be lazy.

Life is so bitter.

I have to do all kinds of housework at home since I was a child, and I have to do housework while working as I grow up.

Those who don’t go to work smoke on the bay window and watch the night view.

...Happy.

The two people who were drunk were sleeping until noon the next day. When Yan Hang was hesitating whether to ask them to get up to have a meal or ignore them, Cui Yi got up.

"I'm going to the office." He went into the bathroom and washed his face.

"Go to the office with a smell of alcohol?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Go back and take a shower, wash your hair, brush your teeth, change your clothes, and go to the office." Cui Yi said.

"I understand." Yan Hang laughed.

"Your dad probably slept until night," Cui Yi looked over the living room, "Don't worry about him, eat it yourself."

"Will you get something for you?" Yan Hang asked.

"No," Cui Yi said, "I'll just ask my assistant to order a takeaway for me later."

"Do you have an assistant?" Yan Hang said.

"I've been working for many years. Is it strange to have an assistant?" Cui Yi looked at him.

"No, mainly because I didn't see you either," Yan Hang smiled, "My dad said he would be your assistant."

"Then I will be complained about unemployment," Cui Yi waved his hand, "I'm leaving, don't call me to eat again, I can't stand it."

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded with a smile.

My father has a strong adaptability. From wandering around with his son to hiding around alone and chasing the murderer, to staying in the detention center, and finally returning to an ordinary middle-aged man who was unemployed, the change of this journey did not seem to have any impact on him.

Yan Hang was thinking about his new job. During this period, his father had been living at Cui Yi's house. Sometimes he would come to chat with him for a while and wander around most of the time.

It is said that the mentality is different, but the world you see is different. You have to read it again.

Yan Hang had a premonition that this middle-aged old fox could not stay there.

Sure enough, not long after, my dad planned to go out and said he was going back to his hometown to take a look and then go somewhere else.

Yan Hang didn't ask much about where else. Now that his father is going out, he will no longer be afraid, but he will be a little reluctant to let go.

"I'm back and bringing you two gifts." My dad took a duffel bag and stuffed his clothes into it.

"You are coaxing the child," said Yan Hang.

Dad smiled and didn't say anything.

He lives at Cui Yi's house and puts all his clothes in Yan Hang. When he packs up, he gathers them from the closet. It's still the same as before. Although they are all very particular clothes, there are not a few pieces in total, so just stuff them into the duffel bag.

After all the clothes were stuffed, my father pulled out a few more pieces from the bag and handed them to Yan Hang: "Help me hang it back."

Yan Hang looked at him, smiled, and hung his clothes back into the closet.

My father still knows his thoughts quite well. He did not take away all his clothes when he hangs them back, and it was like proving to himself that he would not bid farewell and not know his return date.

"I'll be back in about a month," said my dad. "If you have time to help me see a rented house, I can't always live in Cui Yi's place. He goes to the bathroom every night and thinks I'm a thief, and he's shocked."

"Old Cui has such a poor memory. How could he be a lawyer..." Yan Hang was a little shocked.

"He has no one else in the house in his entire life," said my father. "I guess he can't adapt if I can't live for a year or two."

"Do you have any questions about the house?" Yan Hang asked.

"Didn't you rent a house with me?" asked my father, "How long have you been missing?"

"I know, as long as you can live," Yan Hang said, "It's not... different now."

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"It's better to use the standard of being able to hold on." Yan Hang hugged him and clasped his fists.

Renting a house for my dad is much easier than renting a house for his dad on the first day of the junior high school, because my dad has no idea of ​​spending money and the "legacy" has not been used up.

"I'll go to the property and ask about the property," said Chuyi. "It's the best place to rent it here, it's OK."

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

The efficiency of the first grade of junior high school was still very good. After saying that, he went directly to the property and asked a household. There were four buildings separated from them. The apartment was similar to that of Yan Hang. It was definitely not as big as Cui Yi. It was on the first floor and there was a so-called yard at the door.

"That's it." Yan Hang said on the phone.

"Don't go and see?" Chu Yi was stunned.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Hang said, "The buildings are quite new and they also have a yard."

"Can you call it a yard or a yard..." Chu Yi sighed, "Like our building, the one downstairs, just like me, with the one on my legs, so the railings around it, hedgehogs can jump, go."

"Fart," Yan Hang laughed, "Do you see the hedgehog in the garden downstairs jumping?"

"I'll go and have a look," said Chuyi, "You don't have anything to do."

"Get out." Yan Hang hung up the phone and laughed for a long time, then stretched out his head to the window and looked downstairs at the "yard".

It’s not really a yard, you can walk back in just two steps, but you can put some flower pots and plant some onions... Yan Hang’s thoughts are a little distant again.

Although the goal of buying a car has not been achieved, I will still think about my own house at this time.

When I came back from the first day of the New Year, I had already seen the house and made an appointment with the landlord to sign the agreement.

"It's quite efficient." Yan Hang raised his thumb.

"I asked, asked about the housing prices in this community," Chuyi looked at him, "I was scared to death."

"You can't buy a square meter for two months," Yan Hang said with a smile.

"Ah," Chu Yi nodded, "Is it because I earn too much, too little or too much house, too low price, how can I be sensible?"

"You have made a lot of money," said Yan Hang. "You don't have many classmates who can't make money."

"Well," Chu Yi said with a tweet, "For example, Zhou, Chunyang."

"He doesn't count, he is not good at dependents," Yan Hang also tsk, "No... I haven't heard you mention him for a long time?"

"If you want to drink jealousy, just drink it in the kitchen," Chuyi said, "Why do you have to find Chunyang?"

"He has no surname." Yan Hang said.

"Why do you have to find Zhou, Chunyang?" Chu Yi said.

"Can you break the sentence?" Yan Hang said.

"Do you want to stammer and stammer? You have too high expectations for us?" said Chuyi.

Yan Hang looked at him and waved to him for a while: "Come on, little good dog."

"What are you doing?" Chu Yi looked at him vigilantly.

"Rubb your head." Yan Hang said.

"What?" Junior High School was still very alert.

"Let you fucking rub your head! There's not so much nonsense." Yan Hang stared at him.

Chu Yi quickly left and thrust his head down.
To be continued...