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After breakfast, Ling Sheng felt that his empty stomach was much more comfortable, so he said goodbye to the two brothers and sisters and went home.

The so-called home is the apartment he rented near the unit, a 5-minute walk away, a hardcover one-bedroom, enough for a person to live.

Throwing the key on the shoe cabinet, Ling Sheng took a look at the empty and deserted room, and suddenly felt a little boring. Sure enough, he left the bustling city and couldn't bear the loneliness?

Leaning on the sofa, staring at the TV for a while, Ling Sheng suddenly remembered that he had just added WeChat with Ning Lang, so he couldn't help turning out his phone.

The first line of the conversation page shows a sentence: You have added it, and you can start chatting now.

Ling Sheng was stunned for a while before he realized that it wasn't a punctuation error, but that Ning Lang's WeChat name was just a period, which seemed a bit secondary.

The WeChat profile picture is Ning Lang in a white shirt, leaning against the old-fashioned fence, covering his eyes with his slender white hands, revealing two dimples, looking extraordinarily fresh.

Almost subconsciously, Ling Sheng clicked Save, and even had an idea that he wanted to change Ning Lang's profile picture. He only wanted to see such a beautiful photo by himself.

After saving the photo, Ling Sheng couldn't help curling his lips. After thinking about it, he clicked directly into Ning Lang's Moments. Who said that looking at Moments is the best way to know a person.

The most recent one is a clear blue sky with a smiling expression on it, and then scroll down, there are many landscape photos with only one expression, and most of the rest are photos and videos of Xiong Dan, a big stupid dog , without any words, the entire circle of friends is like a photo exhibition, which really resembles Ning Lang's character.

Ego, still a little naive, maverick, but very attractive.

Maybe they will have more contact in the future, since the day when he left his business card to Ning Lang, it was destined that he didn't want the two of them to miss it.

The days are still long, take your time.

Thinking of this, Ling Sheng felt much better. He leaned against the sofa and fell asleep unconsciously.

Ning Lang didn't have such a good life, so he could just sleep in the open day, and after breakfast, he took Ning Ran to the cinema to watch a popular anime, and went to the bookstore to buy a bunch of her favorite comics, and finally arrived When Ning Ran had to be sent home.

I took the key and opened the door. My aunt was sitting on the sofa watching TV. She saw them coming in with a smile on her face: "I'm back, but are you obedient today?"

Ning Ran looked at her aunt helplessly, and said coquettishly: "Mom, I'm not a child anymore, of course I know not to cause trouble for my brother outside."

Ning Lang rubbed her hair, "Auntie, but it's my younger sister, I don't mind any trouble for her."

The aunt nodded, "I'm glad you can love her so much."

Ning Ran changed his shoes, greeted the two of them, and happily went back to the room to read comics. Ning Lang stood at the door, fell silent for a while, and then asked, "Is Dad at home?"

Auntie sighed softly: "I locked myself in the study when I came back from the hospital, and I didn't come down for lunch."

Ning Lang was disappointed: "Maybe you are angry with me?"

The aunt shook her head: "Actually, your father also knows that what you said is correct. Your grandfather is going too far now, but probably because he is his own father, he can't say anything, right?"

"I'd better go up to see him, and persuade him to come down and eat something." Ning Lang smiled at his aunt, "Don't worry, aunt, it's okay."

Dad's study has all the temperament of a nouveau riche, with mahogany furniture, armchairs, pens, ink, paper and inkstones, a whole wall of bookcases, and a cross-stitch that occupies half of the wall, the content is beautiful mountains and rivers.

In fact, Ning Lang knew that Dad didn't necessarily want to pretend to be educated, he just really wanted to learn something, he barely graduated from junior high school, because his grandma passed away early, and there was a younger brother under him, so he dropped out of school and went to work.He later married his mother, probably because he liked her bookishness.

Knocked on the door lightly, but there was no response as expected. Ning Lang poked his head in and saw a piece of rice paper spread out in front of his father. He was holding a pen and writing something on the paper. word paper.

After finishing writing on the paper in his hand, Dad raised his head and glanced at Ning Lang, "You're back? Come and write a few words for me."

Ning Lang was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay." Then he walked to the table, took another piece of paper and laid it out, picked up the pen, looked up at his father, "What to write?"

Dad looked at him for a while, then sighed: "You can write whatever you want."

What are you thinking?Ning Lang stared at the paper and thought for a while, then took up a pen and wrote: "The frost perishes, the reed flowers and tears wet the clothes, and the bald head is no longer leaning on the firewood gate."During the rainy season of May last year, Zeng Dian bought rice for cassocks.

Dad stared at these four sentences for a long time, then raised his head to look at Ning Lang, "What's the name of this poem?"

Ning Lang put down his pen, sat down on the sofa at one side, and then slowly said, "Thinking about my mother."

Dad's expression froze for a moment, he looked down at the few lines of the poem for a while, and said softly, "Are you blaming me?"

Ning Lang shook his head: "The poet is a monk He Gong. Not long after he became a monk, his father passed away, leaving his old mother to live alone in poverty." After a pause, he whispered: "Actually, Dad, I have always Be considerate of you as much as possible, mom is gone, grandpa is gone, you know, I only have you, so I never want to make you unhappy."

Speaking so bluntly, Ning Lang's ears turned red unnaturally.

Dad sat down on the sofa beside him and looked at Ning Lang's thin cheeks. It seemed that his son had grown up unconsciously. He never let himself worry about it. He studied well, was obedient, and sensible, so He also ignored his feelings.

Ning Lang had always talked very little at home, and he seldom asked much. Like this moment, father and son sat together and had a good chat, which was never before.

Dad closed his eyes and said softly: "Your mother passed away early. At that time, I just started my business again, and I spent most of my life in the factory. Actually, I also know that your grandfather is a bit biased, but, as my son If you want him to treat you better, he can only look at you like this. But don't worry, I will never agree to him about today's matter. That child Ning Ming has spoiled your grandfather."

Ning Lang reached out and patted his father's hand, shaking his head: "I know you won't agree, but what I said today... probably made you feel uncomfortable?"

"Yeah, it's a bit." Dad sighed softly: "At the beginning, I was really surprised and couldn't believe that you said those words, but after thinking about it, my son can do it Things, you, you haven't talked much since you were a child, but you have a good idea!" Speaking of this, Dad couldn't help laughing.

"You discovered all of this." Ning Lang also smiled, and then said, "Is grandpa all right?"

"Later, I called the doctor to come over and have a check-up that I didn't have time to do yesterday. There is nothing wrong. I still have to go home and rest." Speaking of this, Dad was relieved.

Ning Lang stood up and stretched his waist, "Then if this is the case, you should go down and eat something, just treat it as a company with me, I ate KFC with Ning Ran in the morning, and McDonald's at noon, I was not very full , I was thinking about the delicious food my aunt made."

"That's fine, Dad will accompany my eldest son to eat."

After solving his worries, Ning Lang was in a good mood, and even ate a few more bowls of rice. After the meal, he was dragged by his father to chat for a long time, and finally rushed back to the inn because Xiongdan was still hungry.

As expected, Xiong Dan was impatient, and angrily tore up his favorite doll to the ground, then lay down at the door without energy, until Ning Lang entered the door, he didn't come out happily.

Ning Lang laughed, Xiong Dan is a dog with personality, he was hungry all day and didn't go out to patrol the streets, and now he is showing that he is angry.

After adding dog food and a little chicken jerky, and playing in the yard throwing the ball for a long time, Xiong Dan threw himself on Ning Lang again, and lay on the sofa with him to watch TV.

"The Legend of Zhen Huan" is playing on the TV. In the past, he must have dismissed this kind of TV series, but just after dinner, I watched an episode with my aunt while chatting in the living room, which aroused his great interest .

While watching, the phone rang. He touched it and took a look. Luo Yongning was probably the only one who could send him a WeChat message.

"Come on, Ning Lang, come out and spend a lot of time anyway!" Followed by a series of cheap expressions.

Ning Lang looked at it for a while, thought for a while, took a picture on the TV and sent it, and replied: "I don't have time right now."

After about two or three minutes, Luo Yongning came back with a shocked big-eyed rabbit, "Are you driven crazy by your grandpa?"

Ning Lang smiled, stared at the screen and wanted to reply, but suddenly stopped, by the way, he is a person who has added Lingsheng WeChat.

In fact, it doesn't seem to be very happy.

I didn't pay attention during the day, but now that I looked carefully, Ning Lang realized that Ling Sheng's WeChat profile picture seemed to be a potted flower, a potted flower, and I don't know what kind of flower it was.

Ning Lang raised his eyebrows, and using flowers as his profile picture must have been done by a man of his father's age, right?Although Ling Sheng should be a few years older than himself, how can he not have the aesthetics of the previous generation?

It's a pity that Bai Xia has such a young and handsome face, and is a little taller than himself.

Ning Lang thought about it, and poked his hand into Ling Sheng's Moments, a background that was the same as the profile picture, and then, a blank?

Wait, are there still people who don't post a circle of friends these days?So did Ling Sheng block himself?