Hu Xin is Cheng Boyan's cousin and his aunt's son. They were very good when they were young. After Boyan went to college, Hu Xin worked, and changed jobs one after another. Then he went back and forth to fall in love and had a long time. The relationship between the two was not as strong as before.

"He asked your aunt for money and said he would open an animation store. He has never been reliable. Your aunt didn't give him money," his mother frowned, "I'm afraid he would ask you to borrow."

"I don't have the money to borrow him? I have paid my mortgage for two years," Cheng Boyan smiled. Hu Xin is indeed not a business man. He can lose money by selling beef jerky for his classmate's small factory before. "And I was just stolen..."

Xiang Xi! He actually forgot to ask him about money!

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, is there enough money?" My mother took a sip of the soup.

"It's enough, I don't have enough money. I've had time to go to bed, so where can I spend money?" Cheng Boyan said.

After dinner, my mother and dad went out for a walk, and Cheng Boyan followed them out and prepared to go back to his place.

Walking has been a habit of my parents for decades. It cannot be struck by thunder, and my father has to go swimming every week.

Cheng Boyan is really no match for this. He just plays with treadmills at home. He can almost fall asleep while sitting.

When he got home today, he didn't even want to play with a treadmill. After taking a shower, he sat in front of the computer, clicked on the folder named Asmr, opened one of them, put on the headphones, leaned against the back of the chair and put his legs on the table and closed his eyes.

The next day, as usual, he woke up from the tramps' screams. Cheng Boyan found that after two or three months, he had become accustomed to the tramps' screams.

Some things were unbearable at first, but slowly they got used to them without realizing them.

For example, the lost person.

For example, memories that are painful when you think about it.

For example, single.

For example, every day when you open your eyes, you will be busy.

For example...milk bean porridge.

Xiang Xi never came to the hospital again, nor appeared in front of him again.

Cheng Boyan never encountered any other people on the street, nor did he come to the hospital again.

Occasionally he would think of his 4,000 yuan, and the bear band-aid at the corner of Xiang Xi's eyes... and his leg that made him lose his composure.

The steamed bun is missing.

Calculate the time, and when he went to the hospital with Xiang Xi for a physical examination, he must have a plan. That day he left before Xiang Xi and returned to Dawali in the middle of the night.

After that, I never went out with Xiang Xi again, and I acted alone.

A month later, he disappeared.

Two plates of 30,000 yuan were missing with the steamed buns.

The weather is good these days, and the sun is very warm. Xiangxi will sit at the gate No. 17 at noon every day to bask in the sun and watch the cat.

A few days ago, he heard Erpan's roar in the next room.

Xiang Xi’s first reaction was that the steamed buns were about to be finished.

But Mantou had been running for several days, but there was no news of his end.

Xiang Xi stared at the cat on the opposite wall. Where did this kid hide?

All train stations and bus stations are all people who know each other. Not to mention wanting to walk from those places, even if you pass by once, you will know Uncle Ping and Erpan.

Unless it is...going out.

Xiang Xi found it funny inexplicably, and laughed at the cat. The cat sat on the wall, hugged his tail and licked it for a while, then turned around and left.

The most miserable thing about the steamed bun is probably not the steamed bun, but Li Hui.

I was beaten once a day, but when Erpan kicked out of the house this morning, I didn't get up under the ice-filled wall.

Xiang Xi took a long time to pull her up. Her hand holding Xiang Xi was not loose, and her nails were pinching into the skin on his hands.

"Help me," Li Hui's eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was trembling in low voice, "Xiao Zhan, please help me... I will die..."

The sun was very warm, so Xiang Xi stretched, leaned against the back of the chair and raised his hand to face the light.

The wound on my hand was very painful, but I couldn't see anything in the strong sunlight.

Everyone knows what the ending would be like if Li Hui stayed here forever. The girl is not good-looking and stubborn, but she can still make the best use of the things.

Do something within your ability, Uncle Ping said.

Still saying it with a smile. Xiang Xi looked at Uncle Ping's smile and felt that sooner or later, he would say goodbye to this different life in the eyes of others in Uncle Ping's smile.

Silently.

In the afternoon, Uncle Ping bought a live duck and threw it to Xiang Xi for making it.

Xiang Xi can't cook, and Uncle Ping didn't let him do it before. There were a lot of people running errands and it was easy to cook, but Xiang Xi has cooked more times in the past two years.

Xiang Xi carries the duck in the kitchen for a long time, but finally takes it to the nearby vegetable market and spends ten yuan to find someone to deal with it.

When I went back, I chopped it up in a row and stuffed it into the pressure cooker.

During the meal, Erpan came over and brought two bottles of Maotai for Uncle Ping. Uncle Ping didn't drink much. Compared to holding a wine glass, he probably felt that holding a teapot was more stylish.

Erpan drank most of the bottle by himself, and finally poured all the wine in the bottle into the cup and placed it in front of Xiang Xi with a bang.

"Drink!" Erpan stared at him.

"Stomach pain." Xiang Xi said.

"Fart," Erpan's chopsticks almost pointed at the tip of his nose, "You can drink three taels at the age of ten!"

"I didn't have any stomachache at that time." Xiang Xi picked up a duck that had been chopped into flowers and put it on the chopsticks on two plates.

Erpan was stunned for a moment, subconsciously maintained his balance carefully, and put the duck into his mouth.

Uncle Ping suddenly laughed while drinking soup and couldn't stop laughing.

Erpan came to his senses and slapped Xiang Xi's hand with chopsticks: "Dare you playing tricks on me!"

Xiang Xi was so painful that he almost pressed the bowl on the table, and looked at Erpan without saying a word.

"Now I'm getting more and more arrogant," Erpan stood up as soon as he threw the cup, kicked the chair aside, and pulled Xiang Xi's collar up, "Why would I educate you well today? Do you really think you are Uncle Ping's own son!"

"What are you doing!" Uncle Ping slapped the table.

Erpan's fist raised up stopped in the air, turned his head to look at Uncle Ping: "Uncle Ping! You can't spoil him so much anymore. You are so kind. This kid is not a good-looking guy! The mantou must be with him..."

"This is the child I raised," Uncle Ping interrupted Erpan and stared at him, "It's all my business to beat, scold, and live to death."

Uncle Ping had already said such words, Erpan didn't dare to attack Xiang Xi in front of him, and was so angry that he could only slapped Xiang Xi on the chair and cursed: "The thing no one deserves! Uncle Ping should let you freeze to death in the wild!"
Chapter completed!