famine

Cheng Yan was looking down at the WeChat group with his head down, where several children were chatting enthusiastically about the upcoming annual meeting next Friday, when he saw the elevator doors open to both sides from the corner of his eye, he subconsciously lifted his foot and stepped out, if it wasn't for the children's temporary "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhssessions"

He was stunned for a moment, and immediately looked up, there was a child squatting outside the elevator door, smiling at him with his face up.

"Brother Cheng! You are out of school!"

Little Mantou was still wearing that dark blue down jacket, half of his pancake-like round face was buried in the scarf, and he sat firmly on the ground like a small Maitreya Buddha.

Cheng Lang smiled, and when he came out of the elevator, he saw three people standing at the door of the opposite door, facing the door lock.

"School is over, so are you?" Cheng Hong bent down and touched his face. The child was very powerful, and his little face was as red as an apple. "What are you doing? Why didn't you come home?"

"Ah," Sister Conch, who was looking at her phone with her head down, turned her head when she heard the movement, and a smile appeared on her face the next moment, "Xiao Cheng is back."

"Sister Jiang," Cheng Yan said hello, and looked at the other two men who were busy around the door, "What's wrong? The door is broken?"

Sister Conch was stunned for a moment, then touched her nose unnaturally, and said in embarrassment: "Isn't it because I forgot to bring the key when I went out today, Xiao Mantou's father hasn't come back from a business trip, the two of us are locked out, ask someone to unlock it .”

Cheng Lang nodded, only then did he realize that one of the two men by the door belonged to their community, and the other in a down jacket was probably a locksmith.

At this time, the locksmith looked back, still holding the tool in his hand, and said with a smile: "The door of your house is very difficult to open. The door lock is different from the ordinary anti-theft door. It not only prevents thieves, but now even It's not easy for me to get in, I guess it will take a while, don't worry."

Sister Conch wrinkled her nose, picked up the little steamed bun from the ground, and said to the locksmith, "It's okay, we're in no hurry, take your time, don't worry."

"But Mom," Little Mantou raised his head with difficulty, his movements were slow, "Brother will come back later, and he will have nothing to eat when he comes back."

Cheng Lang frowned.

Jiang Xuan wants to come?

Sister Conch was about to talk to Xiao Mantou, but he turned to the locksmith and continued, "Uncle, are you a professional? Why is it taking so long? My brother is coming soon. I'm afraid I won't be able to go home, okay?" I'm afraid that my brother will come hungry, I'm afraid that my mother and I will be hungry too, although I am brave... If I were a smart person, I would have picked the lock, but I am a fool... Uncle..."

Seeing Sister Conch quickly covering his mouth, Cheng Lang couldn't help laughing out loud. Seeing that she was more embarrassed than before, the villain in his heart was already pounding the floor with laughter.

At this time, the big brother in suit and leather shoes who had been waiting by the side asked Xiao Mantou: "Little friend, how old are you?"

Sister Conch didn't want to cover him anymore, so she withdrew her hand embarrassingly. From Cheng Lang's angle, she could see that she pinched the bun, but he was dressed too thickly, so he probably didn't pinch anything.

Little Mantou quickly replied: "Five years old, I should be six years old in 200 days..."

Before Jiang Xuan got out of the elevator, he heard Xiao Mantou's slightly aggrieved voice, and thought to himself that I am not too late, how could I have wronged the child like this.

But when the elevator door opened, he didn't see Xiao Mantou Ben Mantou. The first thing he saw was Cheng Hong standing sideways.

"..." Cheng Yan turned his head to look over, and opened his mouth, a little surprised.

"Heck, heck, heck!" Little Mantou began to struggle in his aunt's arms, staring at the Lego in Jiang Xuan's hand, "What is this? Is it what I think?"

"Little thrush, here you come. Is it cold outside?" After the aunt put down the steamed bun, he ran into the elevator and bumped into Jiang thrush. Only then did Jiang thrush see the little aunt on the side, and nodded silently.

Handing Lego to Xiao Mantou, he answered slowly after a while: "It's not cold."

"You bought him a toy again, you don't have enough money yourself, so don't buy it next time," the aunt nodded in satisfaction, pointing at Cheng Yan, "This is the brother Cheng who sent you and Mantou to school last time, remember?"

Little Mantou kicked his legs and hugged the Lego that Jiang Xuan gave him: "Mom! Little!"

My aunt touched his head, and added, "Little steamed bun."

Jiang Thrush: "...remember."

Brother Cheng?

"This is..." Jiang Xuan tried to change the subject, and turned to look at passers-by A and B by the door.

My aunt explained it to him with a bitter face.

Jiang Xuan was silent, unable to express how he felt now, and asked, "How long will it take?"

Locksmith: "Four or 10 minutes, I have to study."

Auntie: "Ah, it's so hard."

Jiang Xuan finally took the initiative to come here once, and caught up with her forgetting to bring the key, which made it uncomfortable for everyone.

"It's okay," Jiang Xuan said, "Why don't you go out and eat old wheat or something with your steamed buns? I'll wait here and call you when I'm done."

"This......"

"How about..." At this moment, Cheng Hong, who had been stunned by the side, said, "You guys come to my house first?"

Jiang Xuan: "No need..."

The little aunt quickly turned her head: "Can I? Thank you so much, Little Thrush Mantou, hurry up and sit at Brother Cheng's house, mom will call you when it's done!"

Jiang Xuan shut his mouth.

"Small! Brother, mother, little!" Xiao Mantou's face was distorted with anger. He was so happy to get the Lego that he had dreamed of, but now his face was distorted. He dragged Jiang Xuan's hand and walked to the door of Cheng Hong's house, "Let's go brother , go play Lego la la la la..."

Jiang Xuan wondered in his heart whether Xiao Mantou's changeable emotions could be inherited from his mother, and walked towards Cheng Hong's house resignedly under the reassuring gaze of his aunt.

"Sister, come in and sit for a while, it's cold outside." Cheng Lang said.

"No, no, I'm standing here, and I happen to be going up and down the stairs to lose weight, so go in quickly!" the aunt said.

"...Okay, then I'll open the door, you can come in just by pushing it."

"I know, I'll trouble you, those two boys will beat you if they mess with your things, don't tell me."

"..."

Sitting on the sofa at Cheng Hong's house, Jiang Xuan couldn't tell what it was like, he just buried his face in his hands and rubbed vigorously.

"Brother, play with me!"

Xiao Mantou is very familiar, and after entering Cheng Hong's house, he even changed into a spare pair of slippers, and then sat on the carpet by the French window in the living room and couldn't get up.

He opened the carton of Lego, and it fell to the ground with a loud crash. The child sat upright, picking and choosing on the ground, looking very unobtrusive, and those who didn't know it thought it was Cheng Hong's biological son.

The movement at the entrance disappeared, and Cheng Hong walked in within two seconds. He had already changed into a pair of gray slippers. Jiang Xuan visually observed that his height did not change much before and after taking off the shoes. He preliminarily deduced that there should be no pads in the shoes of this person. increased internally.

The layout of Cheng Hong's house is similar to that of my aunt's house. It is also a three-bedroom house. The kitchen, bathroom and bedroom are located in the same position as my aunt's house, but I don't know what to use for it. feel different.

It looks very special.

Furniture, furnishings, and the smell in the air.

Because there are children in my aunt’s house, many of the layouts are based on the children, such as the corners of the table must be round, the TV, refrigerator and water dispenser should not be too high or the children cannot reach them, but Cheng Hong’s house is different.

Gives a feeling of "this person must be living alone".

He didn't know what Cheng Hong did, but he still remembered the phrase "director" that made him think for a long time.

Thinking that this person may be the boyfriend of a political teacher, or a "director", then this person must be a high-achieving student, probably from a well-known university—or even a returnee. It is conservatively estimated that this person is engaged in art.

Because this person looks very artistic.

Whether it's his impression or the decoration of his living room, they are all very artistic and stylish.

high end.

Jiang Xuan doesn't know much about these things, but he has seen many birds and knows the characteristics, appearance, preferences and temperament of each bird.Although it is not very appropriate to say so, in fact, observing birds is not much different from observing people.Is this person male or female, which hand is his dominant hand, which side of his mouth he likes to lick when he speaks, whether he chews on the left or the right when he eats...

If you leave Cheng Hong alone and observe the living room that you can see in front of you, Jiang Xuan can only comment on simplicity, low-key, luxury and modern design.

It just looks... awesome.

"What would you like to drink?"

Cheng Lang's voice brought back Jiang Xuan's thoughts. He turned his head and saw that Cheng Lang was in the kitchen. He had changed into his home clothes at some point. Apart from the casual suit he always wore, he was only wearing sweatpants and a suit at home. Cotton T-shirt, simply warm at home, don't worry about freezing.

Jiang Xuan blinked, feeling that this person looked like a koala at this moment.

Leisurely and lazy.

"Juice!" Xiao Mantou, who was silent and focused on playing Lego, suddenly called out.

"Okay..." Cheng Yan looked at Jiang Xuan, and suddenly smiled playfully: "Where is the little thrush?"

Jiang Xuan was stunned, and subconsciously frowned.

Cheng Hong in the kitchen held up a plastic bottle and asked, "Fruit tea? Coffee? Juice? Plain water?"

"...white water."

Jiang Xuan didn't pay attention to what he said before, only caught the last word, and said it in a daze.

Cheng Lang achieved his goal, and smiled with his eyes bent, "Okay, wait a minute."

"..."

Jiang Xuan, who was sitting in the living room, suddenly felt the air around him froze for a moment. Before he could react, he just kept watching Cheng Hong's movements. There were at least eleven or twelve meters from where he was sitting to where Cheng Hong was standing. He can see all of Cheng Hong's movements very well.I saw this person leaning on the cooking table in a very leisurely posture, with one hand resting lightly on the edge of the table, and the other hand holding a brightly colored fresh orange, and putting it into the fruit and vegetable juicer covered with a bright white film. Another half spoonful of sugar was put in, the lid was snapped off, and the slender fingers pressed a button, and the machine made a noise, which was so low that it was almost negligible.

While waiting for the juice to be squeezed, the kettle that was boiling water next to it rang, and the water boiled.

Cheng Lang pulled out the latch, raised his hand to take a glass from the upper cabinet, put it in the sink and rinsed it.When he made the gesture of raising his hand, his jacket was straightened, and the fabric at the back of his waist was stretched tightly, and the arc from shoulder to waist to hip was clearly visible.

When Jiang Xuan came back to his senses, he suddenly found that the juice and white water had been finished. Cheng Hong bent down and put them on a flat surface as big and high as the trash can in his dormitory——Jiang Xuan saw the man who had been at Cheng Hong's feet all along. This thing, yellow and clear, were placed side by side with two glasses of water. The man bent down and pressed a few keys on the plane, then ignored him and started making coffee for himself.

And the only difference between this and the trash can is that this thing is a solid thing and started to move under Jiang Xuan's eyes, and "run" straight towards the sofa. The old grandma is almost the same, and she is in front of her in a whoosh.

Jiang Thrush was ready to jump up and dodge, but the thing screeched to a stop again.

"Beep, beep, beep." A red light flashed on the plane and called three times.

Jiang Xuan looked at it and didn't move.

——The water in it didn’t spill out?

"Beep, beep, beep." It called three more times.

"Brother, take it quickly, and you will give it to me after you take it." The little mantou old god who was playing Lego next to him said.

Jiang Xuan quickly turned his neck to look at the little mantou.

The little mantou pretended to be deep: "You are also scared, I was also scared for the first time, I thought it was going to beat me."

"Pfft." There was a sound behind him.

Jiang Xuan quickly turned his head to look at the kitchen again.

Cheng Yan leaned on the cooking table, holding a cup of steaming coffee in his hand, tilted his head and smiled at him, "Take it, don't you want plain water? I don't know what kind of coffee you like, I'll put it in I took some ice cubes, it should be lukewarm water now."

Jiang Xuan was stunned for a moment, and pointed to something at his feet: "...what is this?"

"It's a little thing." Cheng Yan walked out, and the aroma of coffee wafted over. "The effect is similar to that of a sweeping robot. You can treat it as a waiter."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Xuan felt his foot was bumped.

Looking down, a palm-sized sweeping robot was moving out from under the sofa, but its movements were not very flexible, and it hit his foot again.

Jiang Thrush: "..."

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