In addition to being a little confused occasionally, his back is a little hunched, the old man is good everywhere. His voice is still very loud, his stern face is still fierce, and his biggest hobby is still watching TV. The channel is always around military, news, and agriculture. When it comes to a stutter, he rolls up his sleeves and slaps him. If there is another bear like Gao Tianyang climbing the roof, he will definitely be able to pick up a broom and knock people down.

Originally, Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian discussed cooking, but as soon as they washed their hands, they were driven out of the kitchen like ducks. He said with a face that was terrifying: "What's the matter with you two, stay there."

"I'm actually OK." Sheng Wang struggled for a moment, "If you don't believe me, please let me try."

"Go!" The old man was not polite at all, "Who will eat a pot of broken belly dumplings when you go back?"

"Don't worry, I'll eat it by myself." Sheng Wang stretched out a finger and poked his brother.

Jiang Tian: "…and me."

The old man rolled his eyes: "Who will take care of you except Xiaotian?"

Sheng Wang hooked Jiang Tian's shoulder and leaned against the kitchen door and smiled. The old man gestured at them with a kitchen knife, then let out a loud voice, attracting the mute who had just entered the door.

In fact, every time Sheng Wang returns to his hometown, he will pass by the Wutong. The old man is not here, and Boss Xile Zhao is not here. He is afraid that the mute's life will become boring and difficult. But unfortunately, every time he comes, the gate of this small courtyard is locked. The mute will never know where to be busy, picking up waste or taking care of his small vegetable fields.

Later, Sheng Wang heard Zhao Xi say that his parents couldn't stay in Beijing at all. When they were in a little better health, they ran to Jiangsu. They stayed in their hometown for several months every year, half because they couldn't let go of their joy, and half because of this lonely mute friend.

When Sheng Wang heard that, he felt that the bond between people often lasted for a long time than it seemed.

The mute is very happy these days. From his perspective, all his familiar neighbors and friends have returned home, one after another, very lively, and it is what he should be during the Chinese New Year.

He has been in the joy recently. Boss Zhao has brought a large number of good longans and candied dates, and he is helping to pack them in the bags. On New Year's Eve, he brought two big bags back, one for the old man and one for two small ones.

Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian actually don’t like to eat too sweet things, but they are very happy to receive them. Because they know that for people of the mute age, the best New Year blessing is to live a sweet day in the future.

The two of them are not good at preparing New Year's gifts for their elders. They originally bought supplements in a regular manner, but what they most hope is that the old men will live for a long time. But when they waited for the meal, they changed their minds and sneaked to the nearest mall, and bought two smart phones suitable for the elderly.

Needless to say, Old Man Ding has been using it all the time, just to update him. As for the mute...

They just couldn't stand him alone, especially when the bustle was dispersed, he stood there, gesturing and waving, making people unable to bear to leave. Although he couldn't make a phone call with his cell phone, he could at least write.

Sheng Wang adjusted the input method for him and taught him how to use it step by step: "Talk whatever you want, and you can send it to Boss Zhao, the old man, or Jiang Tianfa."

The mute and the old man were so excited when they got the new thing. They sat in the small rattan chair and sent messages for an afternoon. The efficiency was better than their own sign language.

Jiang Tian pointed to the old man's back and said, "Does it look familiar?"

Sheng Wang asked a question mark on his forehead: "No, what's wrong?"

Jiang Tian: "I look familiar."

"Why?" the eldest young master asked seriously.

As a result, Dr. Jiang said calmly: "You used to be so tired of your hair when you were in class."

Shengwang: "…"

He was silent for two seconds, took the orange flesh that had just been peeled, and then beat his brother out with the orange peel.

The dinner was booked in a private restaurant that day. The owner was an old Beijing. When he was a child, Shengwang especially liked his fried red fruit, boiled shrimp balls and pea yellow. He issued an imperial edict every few days to eat. Sheng Mingyang could meet all his requirements except for not having time with him, and he had a friendship with the boss after a while.

In fact, Shengwang's taste changed after he grew up, but the information update of the old comrades is like a mobile phone replacement. It is always a few steps behind young people. It still stayed many years ago, stubbornly remembering those three dishes.

This should be the most popular New Year's Eve dinner in the past few years. Sheng Wang brought the old man and the mute, but it was not lively. After all, Comrade Sheng Mingyang still felt a little uncomfortable. The chat was all based on emotional intelligence. When it was recalled, the content was not pleasant, nor dull, and most of them were irrelevant.

The old comrade has been having too many social engagements and has a bit of an "occupational disease". He always feels that the dinner cannot be set up in vain and should be promoted. So to the end, he couldn't hold it in one, so he tried to push it-

He shook the last bit of wine in the cup and asked casually: "Did Xiaotian not graduate yet?"

Jiang Tian nodded and said, "There are two years left."

"Then you have to leave after completing the project?"

"right."

The old comrade said "Oh", took a sip of wine, and glanced at his son meaningfully, but his own son suddenly spoke: "Since we've talked about it, I'll tell you first."

Sheng Mingyang felt bad intuition, so he paused his fingers holding the cup and asked, "What are you saying?"

Sheng Wang said: "I may go out again at that time."

Sheng Mingyang was so full of lawsuits: "What does it mean to go out too? What are you doing when you go out?"

"The company has an outspoken." Sheng Wang said, "I talked to them a while ago..."

Sheng Mingyang vomited blood in his heart and silently put down the cup. He didn't want to hear anything he talked about. He only knew that he had a moment of regret.

He seemed to have played a fancy billiard, and hit the black one with one stroke. He was twisting and twisting on the edge of the table for a long time, then hit the white one with a bang, and then both of them were put into the bag. When he sent Jiang Tian out, who would have thought that he would have such a roundabout follow-up? After more than six years, he finally gave Sheng Wang out.

But he couldn't say anything to refute, after all, he hit the first shot himself.

The restaurant owner friendly gave them a full-fried sheep scorpion. The old comrade chatted and ate a little, and after eating, he got angry and his mouth hurt. Especially when he got home, he saw the two little ones entering a room, he felt even more painful.

In comparison, Sheng Wang was in a very good mood.

Although the atmosphere of the New Year’s Eve dinner is still far from being "happy", it is expected. In fact, being able to sit at a table and eat a meal intact means the beginning of the melting of the iceberg.

In addition, at 12 o'clock on New Year's Eve, Jiang Tian received Jiang Ou's WeChat. The content was actually very simple, it was nothing more than wishing his son a happy New Year and letting him take a rest. He just added an extra sentence at the end of his blessing.

She said: I have drunk the bar, remember to soak some honey water to avoid a headache tomorrow.

Although it was sent to only one person, it was obviously not said to one person. Maybe it was just a simple reminder, nothing to do with anything else. But when Sheng Wang saw this sentence, he felt that in another year or two, maybe they could really sit together, just like the night outside the Wutong years ago, and have a good meal of dumplings.

On the morning of the second day of the Chinese New Year, Sheng Wang set an alarm clock, but accidentally got up a little late.

It was already past 8 o'clock when he opened his eyes. The bedroom downstairs was open with the door and the bedding was neatly laid. Sheng Mingyang had already set off for the morning flight and had no time to have breakfast with his son before leaving.

Of course, it may also be because of intentional not wanting to eat, after all, the old comrade was still getting angry and had a big blister on his mouth.

Not long after the air conditioner was turned off, Sheng Wang turned on one by one, wearing a sweatshirt and trousers downstairs to find food. He grabbed his hair and turned the pot in the kitchen, then turned to the refrigerator, and saw the note pressed on it.

Sheng Mingyang wrote a good word that Sheng Wang had not inherited. Compared with Jiang Tian's, he was more profound and harmonious. At first glance, he was a business school:

Hurry up the flight, the return date is uncertain. If you haven’t arrived home in the seventh day of the lunar month, you and Xiaotian will set off for Beijing by yourself. - Dad

While Sheng Wang was holding the note, Jiang Tian came over with the smell of mint after washing up. A young master liked to turn on the air conditioner all night. His throat was dry and hot when he woke up in the morning, and it was useless to turn on the humidifier.

Jiang Tian took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and unscrewed it, poured two mouthfuls to moisten his throat, and then asked, "Did your dad leave it?"

"Yeah." Sheng Wang's voice was still hoarse and he was not awake. "You haven't read his notes before, have you? I'll translate it for you, which means I'm leaving. You two are so willing to do it yourself. Get out of here as soon as the holiday is over."

Jiang Tian responded briefly and vaguely, then touched someone's lower lip with the mouth of the bottle and asked, "Did you not drink water?"

"Oh, forgot." Sheng Wang drank a few sips on his hand, "I said why is my voice so hoarse, and I thought you did something secretly while I was sleeping."

After he said that, he wanted to drink, but Jiang Tian had already removed the bottle and turned around and left.

The eldest young master drank for a while and smiled and said, "Don't run away, Dr. Jiang, why are you so funny?"

Jiang Tian turned on the TV, sat down on the sofa with half a bottle of water, and held the remote control to pick the app: "I have the ability to tease you in front of your dad."

"That won't work. Middle-aged and elderly people have poor cardiovascular circulation, so don't get thrombus." Sheng Wang pulled the water bottle from his hand and said, "Besides, in the eyes of Comrade Sheng Mingyang, his son is gentle and polite and will not act like a hooligan. If something is something, it must be someone else's problem."

After he finished speaking, he thought about it himself and said to Jiang Tian: "I can almost imagine your image in my father's mind."

Jiang Tian: "..."

The eldest young master thought about it and said, "You are wronged. In order to compensate, I decided to make breakfast for you. Are you happy?"

Dr. Jiang was not happy. He glanced at someone, took out his cell phone and started flipping the takeaway. Sheng Wang put the water bottle next to him, pressed the sofa on one knee and flipping his neck: "What do you mean by flipping the takeaway?"

Jiang Tian was tied between his elbows, and his Adam's apple moved and smiled softly.

Although Jiang Tian had no hope for someone's cooking skills, he still reluctantly agreed to be a guinea pig. Anyway, someone and Old Man Ding had eaten all kinds of strange things for him, and this time it was not bad.

After all, I chose my boyfriend, what else can I do?

Jiang Tian originally wanted to go to the kitchen to stare at it on the excuse of "help", but someone locked the door and gave him a "please" through the glass, signaling him to stay away from it and not interfere, so he had to give up.

In fact, there was a reason for Sheng Wang to do this. As soon as Jiang Tian left, he took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and clicked on WeChat to argue with Gao Tianyang and the others.

The A-level group of the A-level high school has been dancing happily these days, but the reason is that they are unstable on the date of returning to school. Most people in the class have free time from the third to the fifth grade of junior high school. The more choices there are, the harder it will be to settle the day.

Sheng Wang was selfish and wanted Gao Tianyang and Song Sirui to guide him quietly in the group. It would be best to set the reunion tomorrow, because tomorrow is Jiang Tian’s birthday.

Simple and unpretentious Gao Tianyang: That's easy to do! Isn't it enough to just say Brother Tian's birthday in the group?

I don't want this trick anymore: Don't, it's too high-profile. I'm afraid that he won't go if he knows it.

Dasong: Why? Isn’t it happy to celebrate my birthday?

Sheng Wang's thumb hangs on the keyboard, remembering what he heard before returning to Jiangsu-

They only came back for a week, and the cat's son was prone to illness when he changed the environment in a hurry, so before leaving, he gave the door card to Jiang Tian's senior brother Chen Chen. Chen Chen would send them a short video every day to feed the cat, so he became familiar with Sheng Wang and would occasionally chat a few words. The words that day happened to be mentioned, and Chen Chen said something that made Sheng Wang feel distressed for a long time.

He said: Jiang Tian never had his birthday. The more he was prepared, the more he hid. He often disappeared a few days in advance. I don’t know why he was so repulsive.

Sheng Wang stood down his eyes for a while, pinched his joints and typed: Don't mention it anyway

Fortunately, Gao Tianyang and Song Sirui knew them well and could guess seven or eight points without saying some things. The two did not ask more questions, nor did they insist on being high-profile. Chong Shengwang had a "ok" expression, so he went back to the class group, and after a few words, he decided to return to school.

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