After rebelling against Yazi and finally abandoning it

On the way to leave, Carlos, who has been getting along well recently, came to see him off. After expressing his reluctance, he said regretfully: "It's a pity that I'm too busy here, and I really can't get away. Otherwise, I can go back to celebrate the New Year with you." gone."

Meng Haigen rolled his eyes: "I thought you had forgotten your job. Hurry up and get back to work, your phone has rang many times."

Carlos looked at the thinly dressed young man in front of him, his lowered eyes slightly lowered: "Well, it seems that I can only count on me to visit when I am really free in the future."

Meng Haigen nodded casually, and after seeing the bus coming, he quickly picked up his luggage: "Hey, no need to send it off, see you next year, bye."

After all, after seeing Carlos waving his hand, he got on the bus back to Dongmeng Village.

The scenery is harsh in winter, and Meng's father, who has not seen him for several months, is still so energetic.Today he wrapped himself in a thick cotton coat early and waited at the entrance of the village. After seeing Meng Haigen coming home, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with joy.

Warm farm meals, a kind father, and a kind mother, these are the existences that the original owner cannot easily let go of.

The harmonious and harmonious atmosphere didn't come to an abrupt end until Meng Haigen took out a large amount of banknotes from his luggage bag after the meal.

"Gen, you're not stealing money, are you?" Father Meng's smile restrained.

"Gen, didn't you have the part-time job you mentioned for less than four months? How did you get so much money?" Meng's mother looked serious.

The simple Meng family's parents felt uneasy. Although they didn't want to doubt their well-bred children, they still couldn't allow them to think too much about the huge impact of the obviously 4 to [-] yuan banknotes in front of them.

Meng Haigen was eating dried sweet potatoes that Father Meng had dried for him, and drinking his own high-altitude wine, with a calm expression.He smiled and told the story to the extent that the two old people could accept, and finally said: "Now my comics and novels are selling very well, very popular. The money is only part of it, and there is still some in this card. Wait. In the beginning of spring, you can redecorate your home, and I will save money here. Maybe after I graduate, I won’t have to go out to find a job. I can go back to our village to open a winery and achieve widespread employment. The winery, but it depends on your craftsmanship, Dad."

Meng's father squinted his eyes, put on his reading glasses, put the book in his hand that was said to be created by his son a little farther away, flipped through the content on it, and asked doubtfully, "Gen, did you really draw this?"

"Of course." Meng Haigen raised his chin triumphantly. He has a lot of experience in comforting his parents all his life.While taking out the contract he signed at the time, he slid out photos of work from his mobile phone: "This foreigner is my partner. He is my partner and my boss. He takes good care of me. Here It's my workplace, here's a picture of me signing the book, and here's our inspection of the SD doll factory..."

It took a long time for the two old people to accept the fact that their son had indeed made a lot of money by relying on his own ability, and wept with joy for a while.

Father Meng kept adjusting his reading glasses, looked at the photo of him and Carlos on Meng Haigen's mobile phone, and sighed: "You little kid, with so much money and shares, it's not because they take care of you. When school starts, you Bring some of our homemade wine to this Carlos, and deal with businessmen, you can’t just take advantage of others because of your young age, in the end, it’s all about friendship..."

Amid Father Meng's murmurs, Meng Haigen squinted his eyes contentedly, and nodded continuously, feeling an inexplicable warmth surge in his heart.

This is the tolerance and warmth of family affection, and it is also...

"That's right, someone praised Carlos's pride?" Die Yeh, who was following Zhai Sitian in the distance, added every now and then.

"Tsk, what nonsense?! I just have pure friendship with him, okay?" Meng Haigen rolled his eyes.

"Yes, yes, it's friendship! You treat him as a friend, but he wants your friendship."

"roll!"

"Father, you should have noticed that your attitude towards Carlos is obviously different from the previous life."

Meng Haigen stuffed the dried sweet potatoes calmly, his eyes were far away: "Probably because a friend who is robbed is always more cherished than a friend who is not robbed?"

His situation is just like Dieye said, and he can clearly feel that he cares a little more about Carlos.

But this kind of concern is completely different from heartbeat.

What he cares about is whether he is doing something behind his back again, whether he has contacted Xin Miao again, and whether he is really standing firmly by his side all the time.

Therefore, too much energy will be invested in Carlos.

The feeling of being betrayed made him desperately want to draw a line between Xin Miao and Carlos.

Either friend or foe, in this challenging world, he does not allow fools.

As for heartbeat, there is none at this stage.

He also thought about whether his current emotional judgment is really wrong as Die Ye said, and whether it has something to do with his current curse and seal.

But all results and conjectures must be based on the premise that Carlos did not betray him, and this premise is being verified by him now.

A day of harmony and joyful imagination, quietly passed away.

That night, Father Meng drank a lot of wine and said some happy or sad words, until finally he fell down on the table, fell asleep soundly, and was hugged by Meng Haigen to the kang.

After calming my mother's emotions, watching her confirm over and over again whether the money was hidden well, and whether to hide it in a different place tomorrow, I feel very tired.

A night without dreams, dark and sweet.

The next day, when Meng Haigen hadn't woken up from the bed, he heard the sound of Meng's father opening the door early, greetings and inquiries, and... Carlos's voice.

Carlos' voice...

Meng Haigen suddenly shuddered, opened his eyes, opened the curtains and looked towards the gate.I saw a tall man with short brown hair in a dark red festive suit standing elegantly and politely at the big iron gate of his house, speaking fluent Mandarin, and respectfully said to Father Meng: "Because people in country Z I don't know the place well, I have no place to go, I remembered that Hai Gen invited me to be a guest last night, I couldn't help it this morning, I took the liberty to rush here, I don't know if I disturbed your rest."

"Ah, no, I know you, Carlos. I saw you on Hagen's cell phone, come in, come in, it's cold outside. Oh, you kid, you just came here in the middle of the night, right now? At five o'clock, if I don't open the door, are you going to stand outside all the time?"

"I'm really sorry, Uncle, I'm just afraid of disturbing your rest, so I want to wait any longer..."

"Hey, it's okay! You don't have to be polite when you come to my house, just knock on the door next time. It's very cold in the middle of the night, you've been stuck outside, what to do if you're freezing."

"Thank you uncle, I will remember next time."

"My house is like this. It's a bit shabby. If you don't mind, I'll clean up the room next to me in a while. This year, I'll stay at our house for two more days. It's New Year's Eve."

"It's too troublesome, uncle, there's no need to clean up, I just sleep with Hagen."

"Huh? That's not good."

"It's okay, Hagen and I have already slept in when we were short on time."

"Ah," Dad Meng nodded without realizing it, "That's fine, you don't snore at all when you sleep at night, you just make do with it, and we will clean up the side. If you are not used to sleeping, just go straight over."

"Thank you uncle."

Meng Haigen: "..."

Didn't you say you were busy with work?

What kind of feelings, this guy wants to wait for him and his father to confess his existence, and then he will appear naturally!

It's a shame that he told his dad yesterday how much Carlos took care of him, how harmonious they were at work, and lost an excuse to drive people away in vain.

He hurriedly put on his clothes and got off the kang, Meng Haigen couldn't bring much joy to his face, "Why are you here?"

"Didn't you invite me before you left? I thought about it yesterday. It's really lonely to stay in T University by myself, so I might as well come here to bother you." Carlos paused for a moment before speaking softly: "Will it cause you trouble, if so, I will leave before dark."

Meng Haigen: "... Heh, where is it." You already knew the answer, what are you doing in front of my dad!

This obviously perfunctory answer was automatically understood as dissatisfaction in the eyes of Meng's father. He scolded: "Why do you talk, everyone who comes is a guest, how can you push people away!"

Carlos put down the gift box unnaturally, and apologized: "If it's really bothering you, then I..."

"Don't bother, don't bother, listen to that bastard's nonsense." Meng's father interrupted Carlos's words unceremoniously. By the way, he did not forget to pat his son on the back. After thinking about it, he twisted Meng Haigen's back in frustration for a moment.

Meng Haigen: "..."

Carlos, you scheming boy!

Dad, I am your real son!

From breakfast to dinner, there are farm fried, farm frozen, and farm steamed buns.Meng Haigen's hospitality towards his simple parents, and Carlos's cheekiness have refreshed the three views again!

He looked at the tall gringo who was naturally sitting cross-legged at the small dining table, holding steamed buns in one hand and holding vegetables in the other, and was speechless to the extreme.

"Uncle, this steamed bun tastes different from the one I ate in the T cafeteria, it's very fragrant."

"Hey, I knead it at home. It must have a fragrance that can't be matched by a big pot."

Meng Haigen: "..." Chick!That's because you never eat steamed buns.

"Auntie, is this the stove? It turns out that the soup has been simmering on a low fire all night, no wonder it is so fragrant."

"Hahaha, this is making the best use of everything, we rural people do it like this."

Meng Haigen: "..." Acting like a bumpkin!Just keep pretending!

"Haha, my aunt praised me. I learned how to use chopsticks from Hagen."

Meng Haigen: "..." The mouth is so sweet!Of course, it doesn't matter, you can use chopsticks and I have nothing to do with it.

"Auntie, you don't need to take more quilts. I'm strong and not cold."

Meng Haigen: "Dad, why don't you let him sleep over there? I don't want to sleep with him."

"Hey, you child, it's so cold in that house. You even burned a kang for you in this house, don't get ink stains, and this foreign friend, don't freeze to death."

Meng Haigen: "..."

That night, Carlos pressed Meng Haigen's mouth with his sincere face all day, and licked him from the inside out.

In this regard, Carlos, who came all the way, said: The taste is just right, and this trip is worth it.

Meng Haigen: MDZZ!If you have the ability, you dare to go out of this house and try it, and see if I can't cripple you!