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In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Xiaojian drove the cross-country car to the downstairs of Liumei's community.

Under Liu Mei’s sleepy white eyes, he picked up Ye Mozhu. Liu Mei was too sleepy. He mumbled: "As for so early?" Zhang Xiaojian, who has recently become accustomed to sleeping with Ye Mozhu, pressed Ye Mozhu last night. Said tossing and turning can hardly fall asleep, extremely hopeless.

After receiving Ye Mozhu, the two went to a roadside shop for breakfast.

Ye Mozhu took a sip of the porridge and glanced at the hazy sunshine in the morning, showing a sweet smile, meaning, did you miss me?

Zhang Xiaojian peeled off a tea egg and placed it in her food dish, looking at her eyeballs upward, meaning this is not nonsense.

Ye Mozhu used chopsticks to divide the tea egg into two, then picked it up, and reached out to Zhang Xiaojian's mouth, meaning I miss you too...

Zhang Xiaojian swallowed it and nodded in satisfaction, meaning it was about the same.

The diners in the breakfast shop, of course, have a hard time understanding the meaning of the flirtation between the two, but they can also see that the young couple are really sticky, and they all use porridge to relieve their greasiness.

After Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu finished their breakfast, they went to the side of the car and boarded each other.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Ye Mozhu said, "Oh, yes, I promised Sister Liu Mei to participate in the Chaiman Project."

There was a hum from the off-road vehicle at this time, and Zhang Xiaojian turned his head to look at Ye Mozhu and blinked: "Okay, figured it out?"

Ye Mozhu said: "I don't have anything to think about. I used to want to be a teacher to teach and educate people. I found it meaningful. Now I want to be a charity because it seems to help more people in urgent need. Well, that's good. "

Zhang Xiaojian smiled happily: "So, in a few days will you come to Ningyuan with me again?"

"Yes."

Zhang Xiaojian's head turned, and he coughed: "The lights are dimmed and it will be launched next year, and Tian Chai will be implemented soon. China Disneyland is also operating. Oh, yes, there is also the RPG club. We can go to fight with professional players."

Ye Mozhu listened to this and smiled: "What are you trying to say?"

Zhang Xiaojian said: "Since so many things need to stay in Ningyuan for a long time, let's buy a house."

Ye Mozhu's eyes were like autumn water, looking at Zhang Xiaojian and said, "So this is an invitation to live together?"

Zhang Xiaojian turned the steering wheel, adjusted the tire direction, stepped on the accelerator lightly, and the off-road vehicle drove to the intersection. He replied, "Sooner or later, you have to get married. You don't live together."

Ye Mozhu thought for a while: "Then you have to treat me well, Sister Liu Mei told me yesterday that you men love the new and hate the old."

Zhang Xiaojian smiled: "Is she still chatting with you?"

Ye Mozhu nodded.

Stopping at the red light, Zhang Xiaojian said: "Then she really regarded you as a friend."

"Why do you say that?"

Zhang Xiaojian said: "Because she can only use her experience to tell you what most men in this society are like if she likes you and treats you as a friend. Doesn't it make you pay more attention?

"Uh, how do you know?"

Zhang Xiaojian smiled again: "She, I guess she has been hurt by others when she first entered the society, and she is scared of injury."

The green light was on and the off-road vehicle moved. Ye Mozhu remembered that after going to bed yesterday, Liu frowned tightly, holding her doll bear tightly, and asked, "Am I so lucky? "

While looking ahead, Zhang Xiaojian glanced at Ye Mozhu in the reversing mirror with his peripheral light, and said with a smile, "I am also very lucky."

"Uh, are we a bit tired?"

"It will be more tired in the future."

The two of them smiled and headed north for Jiangcheng.

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The familiar scenery came into view.

The reason why he didn't stay in Ningyuan directly, but wanted to go back to Jiangcheng, Zhang Xiaojian wanted to also take his second aunt to Ningyuan, and had to tell Jiangcheng's friends by the way.

The car familiar with the road first drove the car to the door of the small restaurant of Yemozhu's house. The two did not have a kissgoodbye. Zhang Xiaojian just remembered a question and said: "Can your parents let you go to Ningyuan?"

Ye Mozhu pushed the car door,

"The key is if they know you are going with me."

Ye Mozhu: "..., should we go in together?"

Zhang Xiaojian immediately shook his head into a rattle. Creatures like Lao Zhangren and Lao mother-in-law would be rare before marriage...Because it would be particularly embarrassing, he said, "You should be the front-liner first.

Ye Mozhu waved his hand: "Second Aunty will prepare food for you at home, let's go back soon." After that, she closed the car door and walked to the shop.

Zhang Xiaojian watched her push the door and drove back to Shuhu New Town.

Pushing open the door of the familiar house, as expected by Ye Mozhu, the second aunt had already cooked the food, and she covered the pot because she was afraid of the cold.

The second aunt couldn't smile after seeing Zhang Xiaojian, but there was no warm hug and kind greetings. The elders of this generation were still ashamed to express their feelings.

Zhang Xiaojian is not ashamed to express his feelings. When he lived in a rental house, he met once for more than a week, and occasionally two weeks. He didn't think much about seeing each other after separation.

I moved to the villa to have dinner with my second aunt every day. Although it was not for a long time, it was not a week, but I really wanted to, so he gave my second aunt a bear hug.

So the second aunt quickly turned away: "No, they are all so grown-ups. What are you doing?"

"I miss you, can't hug you?"

The second aunt was a little ashamed, and said quickly: "Whatever you want, sit down quickly, the dishes are almost cold."

The matter of whether the food is cold or not seems to be more important to the second aunt than the son said that she missed you, but in fact, she is just avoiding this kind of more direct emotional expression that makes her and most of her generation not uncomfortable. the way.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't force it, so he sat down and ate two dishes and one soup made by his aunt.

The second aunt didn't eat very much and looked at Zhang Xiaojian with eyebrows and smiled. Seeing his gulping appearance, she asked, "Is it delicious?"

As Zhang Xiaojian chewed, he was embarrassed: "How to say it, it's hard to evaluate."

The second aunt showed a murderous look: "That has to be evaluated!"

Zhang Xiaojian drank his mouth water: "Most restaurants make the same taste, no one's taste. Mozhu is made with good taste and human touch. As for the second aunt, you cook, it's homely."

"What is the taste of home?"

Zhang Xiaojian: "No matter how unpalatable it is, I have become accustomed to it. Sometimes I think about it if I don't eat it. After eating it, I don't think it has a special taste."

The second aunt wanted to beat Zhang Xiaojian when she heard that it was unpalatable, but when she heard it all, she felt...the summary was quite brilliant. Seeing Zhang Xiaojian started picking up rice and vegetables again, she thought to herself that it was unpalatable, but she was still very honest. .

Then she asked a question she was more concerned about: "Ah, Xiaojian, this time Mo Zhu is going to Ningyuan with you. How are you doing?"

Zhang Xiaojian swallowed the rice, of course knowing how it is not ordinary, so he showed a knowing smile and raised his brow.

Seeing his expression, the second aunt also gave a knowing smile. She did not raise her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly. The mother and the son understood, the second aunt picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of braised pork for Zhang Xiaojian: "Eat, eat."

Zhang Xiaojian was about to get rid of this fat and thin piece of braised pork, which had a decent color and luster, when a vibration and a bell came from the phone.

He opened it casually and found that it was a WeChat message from Ye Mozhu.

——The striker has been killed. When will the reinforcements arrive on the battlefield?