"So shout." Cheng Boyan carried him and hung it on the pool. If it weren't for the "mill" of his grandmother, Cheng Boyan could press him directly into the pool. Anyway, this house was decorated in an old style, and Cheng Boyan could even install this pool.

"Oh, you're almost washing your hands! You're looking for a beating!" The old aunt couldn't stand it because of her grandson's shouting, so she came over and turned on the faucet, and pulled his hand to start washing. "You've been beaten by your Uncle Boyan! You don't have a memory!"

"I haven't beat him." Cheng Boyan walked aside and took a plate to prepare to put chicken legs.

"Then I've scolded a lot anyway," the old aunt frowned, "Boyan, with your temper, I want to have a child in the future, how do you plan to beat me?"

Cheng Boyan smiled but said nothing.

"He doesn't want children! Who said he wants children?" Grandma glared at the old aunt.

The old aunt pulled Cheng Xuanyu to the living room a little embarrassedly.

"Are there any arrangements for the New Year?" Grandma sorted the fried chicken legs onto the plate.

"What arrangement?" Cheng Boyan was stunned for a moment, poured a glass of water from the kettle and drank, "On duty?"

"Hey, why are you like your dad? You think about the hospital when you ask anything. I'm asking about the New Year's arrangements," Grandma looked at him, "You're almost thirty. Even if you're a boyfriend, you should bring one back, right?"

Cheng Boyan choked: "Why are you still worried about this!"

Xiang Xi did not go back to Dawa. He and Mantou lived with Dajian for a while.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon. Every year, Uncle Ping’s mother and daughter-in-law will come back. Uncle Ping’s son is in high school in the city next door. I heard that his grades are pretty good. My mother and daughter-in-law are with her son there. After the Chinese New Year, they will return to Dawa together.

At this time, people like Xiang Xi who exist as Uncle Ping is not a sign of good things will not be suitable to stay there.

Da Jian is a loyal fan of Erpan. He is the kind of person who has to hold flowers and cheer in front of him wherever Erpan goes. Erpan and Uncle Ping tied them up and let Xiang Xi and Mantou stay with him. Uncle Ping was very relieved.

In fact, Xiangxi is not very willing to stay in the big hole during the Chinese New Year.

Although there is usually a mess and there is no one who lives normally, it is still popular. When the tenants of the New Year leave, let alone the Dawali, even the Zhaojia Kiln will suddenly become empty and dilapidated.

It was so terrible.

"Who is the person who sent you here today?" Da Jian lay on the bed with a cigarette in his mouth and asked Xiang Xi.

"One person." Xiang Xi sat on the sofa and felt uncomfortable no matter how he sat. The spring under the broken sofa was horizontal and horizontal. He never found a suitable depression to put his butt. He twisted a few more times and was afraid that the spring would break out of the ground. Finally, he stood up and sat down on the wooden stool next to him.

"He also drove a good car," Da Jian looked at him, "When did you know such a person?"

Xiang Xi glanced at Da Jian and said nothing. What kind of good car? In Da Jian's eyes, as long as it is not an electric car, it is considered a good car.

"You..." Dajian wanted to say something else, but he didn't finish it.

Xiang Xi stood up and threw the door and went out.

I lit a cigarette outside the door, and the steamed bun followed him. Xiang Xi glanced at the steamed bun and handed the cigarette in front of him.

"Why," Mantou took the cigarette and put it in his mouth, "Where is staying here in Dajian, he just asked a few questions. Maybe Uncle Ping asked him to pay attention?"

"Da Jian is nothing," Xiang Xi took another cigarette and lit it, and squirted out a puff of cigarette. "I don't have the time to analyze what he wants to do. Uncle Ping wants to know that he will ask, is it his turn to lick his ass?"

In this dark life, this is the only way for Xiang Xi to show his temper.

He was raised by Uncle Ping, so he only gave Uncle Ping face and only bought Uncle Ping's account. Except Uncle Ping, everyone in front of him was a non-sounding fart.

If he is in a bad mood, he can still show his long face to Uncle Ping.

This was his last struggle, a way to prove that he was not thoroughly absorbed by the darkness.

"I mean, no one in this group of people dares to ask you like this. If he dares to ask, it must be Uncle Ping nodding..." Mantou frowned.

"Uncle Ping has been disliked by me for a long time." Xiang Xi bit his cigarette with his teeth and looked up at the sky. It was pitch black, with no stars and no moon, and it was snowing again.

"Xiao Zhan, what's wrong with you recently?" Mantou sighed and squatted on the ground.

"My rebellious period has arrived, I'm illiterate." Xiang Xi replied.

"You are not illiterate, and you know not as many words as me!" Mantou sighed again, "I feel uneasy. I always feel that something is going to happen. If Erpan dares to touch you, I don't think it's good..."

"You are going to elope. Worry about yourself. If you care about so many, you won't be afraid that your little lame will not be able to withstand it." Xiang Xi lowered his head and spitted a cigarette on Mantou's head.

"You brought this up by yourself!" Mantou immediately pointed at him and shouted.

"I mentioned it, what's wrong," Xiang Xi smiled, turned around and walked into the room, and said in a low voice, "I'll see how you are looking for death."

After returning to the house, Da Jian was already lying on the bed, holding his cell phone and not knowing which woman he got tired of.

Xiang Xi took a shower and entered another house. There was a bed in this house. He squeezed with steamed buns. The bed was covered with a complete set of beds, but the bed board was hard. Xiang Xi couldn't sleep well for several nights.

When Mantou entered the house, he held his cell phone and sat on the chair, but his eyes did not fall on his cell phone, staring at the floor in a daze.

Since he mentioned leaving once that day, there have been many situations in Mantou, who are stunned at a place. Xiang Xi didn't know what he was thinking, but judging by this momentum, he still couldn't give up the idea of ​​leaving.

Xiang Xi looked at the ceiling with his arm on his back. Although he felt that Mantou was looking for death, he could still understand the kind of expectation, looking forward to changing his life and getting out of the status quo.

However, for Xiang Xi, he had no comparison. From the beginning of his memory, he lived such a life, cheating, lying, stealing things and fighting, and the only life that Uncle Ping gave him.

He didn't know what kind of life he would have if one day left such a life.

For example... Cheng Boyan's like?

Xiang Xi smiled, wondering why he thought of Cheng Boyan. That man was not from the same world as him. Even though he was in his current life, he was at most a odd job on the street and a cart to sell breakfast.

"Oh..." Xiang Xi closed his eyes and sighed in a long voice.

"What's wrong?" asked Mantou.

"I'm sleepy." Xiang Xi said.

On New Year's Eve, Dajian bought a bunch of fireworks. When he came back from firecrackers, he also brought a girl back. The turtle and turtle were unpleasant. Xiang Xi didn't like it, but he didn't show it.
Chapter completed!