Chapter 86: I have a favorite person

Huang Dan is back.
The rain in winter continued, the rain drifted across the window sill, flowing down the cold walls, and the ticking sounds when the ground came to the ground, the desk lamp was on, and the light was still warm.
Huang single sitting at the table, holding a 2B pencil in his hand, the pencil ash still in the position of his right hand near the little finger, he sat in the chair, did not move, but has been in the minute and ten years.
This kind of experience can't be shared with others. It is bound to receive strange eyes. It will also be regarded as a schizophrenic person. It is proposed to see a doctor with a pitiful and compassionate attitude. The sooner you look at it, the sooner you will comfort you. Worried, sticking to treatment will be better.
Huang Dan’s eyes moved, his eyes were dry and not very comfortable.
The sketchbook on the table was spread out, and the bust was painted on the paper. The outline was refined by two-thirds and the edges and corners were distinct.
Huang Dan casually lost the pencil, regardless of the pencil gray on his hand, wiped his face, leaning back against the back of the chair, the eyelids smashed, and the whole person exudes an unspeakable loneliness.
Everything starts with an inexplicable crossing.
At first, Huang Dan was only a small episode, a dream, insignificant, and it was enough to complete the task. You don’t have to worry about it. He controls his life. He is a person who likes to plan the road ahead, just like the pen. The design is rigorous and demanding, and it is never allowed to have a slight deviation.
Even if you leave a trace of inadvertently, Huang Dan will soon find it and wipe it off without hesitation.
Therefore, Huang Dan believes that after he returns, his life will be step by step, there will be no change, but he is wrong, and this feeling is the first time in his life.
Human emotions are accumulated one at a time.
Waiting until the yellow single reaction, the accumulated height has already crushed him, he will always be pressed, can not push, can not move, only to hug.
Huang single kicked off the slippers, put his legs up, and hugged his arms in his arms. He pulled his head, no spirit, but didn't want to sleep.
Can you still see? Will it not pass again?
Huang Dan did not know that the beginning and end of this story of crossing was not under his control. For him, every reunion was an unexpected surprise.
As for the death of each time, Huang Dan’s mood can’t be described. He doesn’t know if there is any next goodbye.
After a long time, Huang Dan picked up the pencil again. He took a look at the sketch on the sketchbook. The man’s brow was slightly wrinkled, his eyebrows were sharp, and he wanted to teach him how to look at him. His eyes were painted with double eyelids. A small mistake that occurred before crossing.
Huang Dan remembers that he saw Zhou Jiaojiao's hand when he was looking for an eraser.
After rationalizing his thoughts, Huang Dan took an eraser next to him and wiped out the two lines on the man's eyelids. He adjusted his sitting posture and continued to paint carefully.
When the bust is completed, it is almost zero.
Huang single put the sketchbook in the drawer, without his instructions, the housekeeper will not tamper with his things, from small to large.
After leaving the study room and returning to the bedroom, Huang Dan did not immediately lie on the bed. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands with soap. The water flowing into the pool was mixed with pencil ash, and the splashes were all around.
Huang Shan looked up at the wide mirror in front of him, his lips were slightly tilted, and the people in the mirror were laughing.
You don't need to simulate a reference object to laugh, although it can't be revealed naturally, but compared with before, it is not so blunt, and the fake one can be seen at a glance.
Huang Dan lifted the wet answering hand and rubbed the black hair in front of his forehead. He looked at his face and didn't quite match his age. Tomorrow's class reunion will inevitably be taken for a while. .
Standing in front of the mirror for a while, Huang Dan cleaned up the pool. He was going to the bottle of wine in the wine cabinet of the living room. As soon as he walked to the living room, he was alarmed by the very sensitive butler.
The lights in the living room suddenly lit up, and Huang Dan blinked his eyes.
Song Yu was wearing black long trousers, and the two smudges of the two shackles were invented. He asked strangely, "Young master, so late, you haven't slept yet?"
Huang Shan said, "I am insomnia."
He was unaware of the lowness in his voice, and he was somewhat helpless and wronged, like a child who had troubled himself, how to solve it, and a child crying with his parents.
Song Wei’s eyes were more strange. He approached and put the young man’s cuffs together and sorted them out.
Is milk not drinking?

Huang Shan said, "Drinking, still can't sleep."
Song Yu frowned, the facial features of the facial features seemed to be very strict because of this movement, and the tone of his speech was very peaceful, and even sounded like a loved one. "The young master is hungry or thirsty." ?"
Huang Dan said that he was thirsty. "You go to the wine cabinet and bring me a bottle of Lafite."
He remembered what time it was, and didn't have time to sober up. "Forget it, give me a cup of water."
Song Hao did not say anything, just rolled up his sleeves, exposed arm muscles
meat tight, he took a lemon from the refrigerator to the kitchen, after the temperature of the water in the cup is right, cut the lemon, put two The film goes in.
Huang single standing on the balcony, he will be half open to his own glass, a cold and cold face, in his vision, the rain curtain and the night sigh
entangled, can not tear open in a short time of.
The shoulders sank, a coat came up, Huang single sneezed, and the man turned back to the living room.
Song Wei shut the glass window tightly. He looked at the young black-haired youth sitting on the sofa. The signs of the lines between the eyebrows did not disappear, but they were deeper.
Huang Dan drank a lemonade, his body pressed against his coat, his nightgown was a little messy, and he didn't care. He was bored with a remote control and changed channels. He always felt that the time tonight was very slow.
Song Hao took a pair of gray cotton socks from the bedroom, slightly bent down the back, holding one foot of the young man, palming his cold toes, putting on his socks, carefully pulling the socks up. Pull and hold another one.
Throughout the process, Song Yu had no words, and seemed to be doing what he was supposed to do. He did not feel that there was any problem.
Huang Dan did not speak, and his eyes fell on the TV screen. He adjusted it from beginning to end. He did not find the channels of interest. Most of them were replays of TV dramas. "Is there no news after zero?"
Song Wei said, "Maybe."
Huang Dan knew that the housekeeper had already slept, and he was not sure about the TV program at this time. He put down the remote control and silently drank water.
Song Yu walked behind the young man and pressed his temples on both sides.
In the end, it was the children who raised their own hands. They lived together for decades, and Song Yu knew the habits of the young people. The strength of the hands was not too light, and the fingertips were awkward.
Huang Dan’s breath was more comfortable, he put down the cup and his eyelids gradually fell.
Stupid, Huang Dan’s ear rang, and when he called his young master, his consciousness could not float and he could not give a response.
At 6:30 in the morning, Song Yu came knocking at the door.
Huang Dan didn't know when he slept last night. When was the butler helped the bed in the bedroom, he woke up when he heard the knock on the door, and his headache was cracked, indicating that the sleep time was seriously insufficient.
This is a feeling that has never been seen in the real world.
Lying on the bed for less than five minutes, Huang Dan changed his nightgown to wash in the bathroom.
The phonograph in the living room is filled with old songs, oh yeah, the sound quality is full and beautiful, and each tone contains the unique charm of that era.
Huang single spit out the toothpaste foam and unscrewed the faucet. He listened to the old song and heard the feeling different from the past. It seems that life is placed in a huge utensil, the impurities will precipitate down, and the rest are purely broken. s things.
When Huang Dan went out, the record of the phonograph was changed and became a foreign lyric song.
Song Hao went to buy food in the morning, came back to make breakfast, and both Chinese and Western were very good. He did a good job in his hand. He would read a newspaper of the day and wait for ten minutes to call people up.
This is true every day.
Huang Shan didn't like to eat protein since he was a child. There were two egg yolks on his plate. In front of him was a bowl of millet porridge, a few delicious dishes, and a stack of hot crabs.
Song Yu discovered that the youthful spirit of the youth is not so good, a kind of absent-minded appearance, "Young Master, do you have any thoughts?"
Huang Dan did not cover it, straightforward recognition, "Yes."
Song Yu puts a gesture of listening.
Huang single pushed the small half bowl of porridge forward and asked down the chopsticks. "Have you ever liked it?"
Song Yu suspected that he had misunderstood, "Well?"
Huang Shan took the pip to wipe his mouth. When he just got a head, he changed his mind. "For so many years, in my memory, I have never seen you invite friends or relatives to come home, and I have not seen you with the outside world. Too much contact, you are always alone, will you be lonely?"
Song Wei said, "No."
Huang looked at the side and said, "Why?"
Song Yu’s eyebrows are low-profile, and his face is serious and rigid.
Because there are young masters.

Huang Dan’s line of sight falls on the man’s whitish eyes.
When I was studying, I went to school during the day. When I came back to eat, I went to the study room. I didn’t read or do the work. After graduation, I went to work during the day and I still had a meal at night. Going to the study room and dealing with my own affairs on weekends, we have very little time to communicate during the day."
Song Wei said, "Enough."
If he did not experience the yellow single, he would not even ask if he didn't know what it was about loneliness, and he wouldn't care about others. But now he asked, and he couldn't understand the answer.
Song Wei’s voice is not ups and downs.
Is there a favorite of the young master?

Huang Dan still didn't cover it this time. He nodded. "Well, I have someone I like."
Song Yu’s eyelids smashed and hanged down. He seemed to be an old father. He worried that the child who grew up in the palm of his hand would start to be deceived and hurt himself.
Do she like the young master?

Huang Shan said, "He also likes me."
Song Yu once again raised his eyelids, but did not hang down, but stopped on the side of the youth. "The hatchback is a rare fate, and the young master can find a time to get people to come home."
Huang Dan did not speak.
Song Wei said, "If the woman is inconvenient, the young master can wait a second time and have the right opportunity to mention it again. Don't let the other person feel uncomfortable during the period of contact with you."
Woman? Huang Shan’s brow moved.
He is like me.

Song Wei asked, "What do you say to the young master?"
Huang Dan smiled. "I like a man."
Song Wei’s pupils shrank a little. I don’t know if it’s because of a smile on the lips of the youth, or because he likes men.
Huang Dan did not continue this topic because he found little meaning.
It is like saying a dream, even if it is described in detail, it will not be brought into reality.
After a brief silence, Song Hao has returned to normal. He stepped forward and wanted to clean up the table. The ear was the voice of the youth. "I am coming."
Huang Dan found that the man did not move, he felt novel, "Are you in a daze?"
Song Wei asked, "The young master never mentioned who he likes, when did he know his sexual orientation?"
Huang Shanmo
挲 a few fingers, if in the real world, it is on the road from the community to the home, to cross the world of the past to count, a few days ago.
"I know what you are suspecting, not wrong."
Song Hao took the dishes, "Young Master, you go to the living room to rest."
Huang Dan confirmed that the housekeeper was angry, he glanced at it, but did not say anything.
The premise of the appointment of a person to the family is to know where the person is and whether or not there is such a person.
Class reunion at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, this is only 8 o'clock in the morning, the group is talking about the darkness, cosmetics, projects, real estate, stocks, luxury jewelry, family, pets, children... everything.
I don't know who is the first to get out of the first love, throwing out the little things of the first love, in the gaps of various expression packs, laughing at each other for who is crazy about the time.
When Huang Shan opened the group, the group was talking about the rise, and two women were talking about him unscrupulously, not paying attention to his party.
Those people changed their group cards into their real names. Huang Dan looked at them. Only one or two pairs were on the top, and the others didn't know who they were.
Qian Meng: The love letters of the young masters can all be sold. If I am, he will put the love letters in sacks and sell them after graduation. How can I sell a cup of milk tea?
Chen Yan: People who haven't written love letters don't know how difficult it is to write love letters. Really, there is a typo that will be thrown away and rewritten. After writing it, it will be checked several times. It is much more serious than writing, and it will be stupid. Read it out.
Qian Meng: No, who did not do this in the past.
Chen Yan: The young master estimated that a love letter has not been opened and seen. The people who like him are pitiful. The long ones are not good-looking. The results are not as good as him. It’s hard to succumb to the courage and confession. It’s a trivial matter. It is not good to leave psychological trauma, inferiority to the bones, but fortunately I have my family treasure.
Qian Meng: Dabao? I still see it every day. I don’t know who changed the face of Zhuangzi Confucius’s son to a young master. When he was in class, he looked at his head and looked at him.
Chen Yan lost a expression bag: I am going to die, you are waiting, I will not see you in the afternoon!
There are a few deep feelings in the group. They don't ridicule Chen Yan. They recall each other's memories of the young age. Every punctuation symbol is a taste of "the same person is the fallen man."
The man can't stand it, sour and scream that the young master has any good, crying at the same time, isn't it a long, beautiful, learning a little stronger? What's the big deal.
There are a few people who are out of the crowd, they are called CEOs. They say that in the afternoon, where the young masters are mixed, where to live, what is the car, it is obvious that they want to take the opportunity to play the prestige, the hatred is not, the resentment is definitely, the person you like Chasing behind the other's buttocks, but being used as air, can you not complain?
The class reunion is not there every year, and the young master is even more afraid of seeing him. It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to catch him. He will never let go of it. If he is not drunk, he will not give up.
In the group, the girls’
I don’t talk, I’m quietly watching you to force
expressions are swiped.
Wu Fang: The young master will not be voyeuristic?
This time the big guys have the same idea, saying that it is impossible, rest assured.
They will not believe in killing, and the parties are really sneak peek.
Huang single-ended wine glass sip a red wine, fingertips sliding on the screen of the mobile phone, he changed, and now I will see this kind of nutritious group chat, obviously wasting time, but still read.
The phone rang, it was a strange number, Huang Dan did not pick up, the second time to pick up, "Hey."
There is no sound at the end.
Huang Dan looked at the phone screen and showed that he was on the phone. He asked again, but there was no emotional voice. "Who are you looking for?"
The beep was passed into the ear and the other party hanged.
Huang Dan did not care, only when someone made a mistake, he used to empty the call record, throwing the phone on the sofa, and people went to the study to find the book in the corner and looked.
Song Wei looked at the phone on the sofa and didn't touch it. He took a vacuum cleaner to clean it.
Huang Shanzheng looked at the book, and when he heard the sound, he immediately put down the book and walked out of the study, seeing the man packing up the pieces of glass on the ground.
Song Wei said, "The cup is broken, and the young master does not come over."
Huang Dan did not leave, standing on the side of the man and watching the pieces of the pieces swept into the shackles, strange, how do you think he is a serious thing? I didn’t come back last night.
Song Hao packed up very carefully, even the sofas were moved away, for fear that a small piece was not found.
Huang Shan’s cell phone rang again. He was a colleague of the firm. He went to the study room and walked with him to discuss the revision of the drawings.
After the meal, Huang Dan slept for half an hour of noon, he looked at the time, wash his face and ready to go.
I came back to the present last night, Huang Dan is still at home, he thought, the journey through should have ended, life has to continue, work is busy, just took a project in his hand, I am afraid I will travel a next month. .
It’s good to be busy, no time to think about it.
Huang Dan’s thoughts came back, and a cup of warm water had already bottomed out. He put the cup on the table and his head hurts a bit. It may be a cold.
Song Hao took out the suit that had been ironed and flattened for a long time. "Young master, need a quantity □ □ warm?"
"No fever, it will be fine when I come back to sleep."
Huang single changed into a suit, standing in front of the dressing mirror with a button on the button, he buckled the top, put the shirt collar neatly, took the tie handed by the housekeeper.
Song Wei smoothed the fine pleats of his neckline
Wrinkle, "Son's come back to dinner at night?"
Huang Shan said, "Come back."
The old classmate said on the phone that he would play all night at night. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t get up.
Song Wei went to the balcony and took the shoes, put the insoles in, and surely they were flattened, so he knelt down and put them on.
Huang Dan looked at the man's waist down. "When I was three or four years old, you held me on my lap to help me wear shoes. When I was a teenager, you squatted to help me wear shoes. Now I am two. It’s thirty in the month, you still wear shoes for me, you have been treating me as a child, I will not grow up.

Song Wei did not respond, as if this was the right thing to do.
Huang Dan and other men stood up and straightened. When he was taller than himself, he raised his hand and touched the corner of the other side. "You are old."
Song Yu put the coat on the youth.
Huang Dan saw him tidy his coat and said, "I thought that as long as the life is clear, the goal will be completed smoothly. Until now I realized that I have a lot of places to do well. I will see you every morning and evening. But even when you are old, you don’t know."
Song Yu listened to the tone of youth reflection, and the forehead was slightly agitated. It was not gratifying, it was anger, as if he was extremely disgusted with the people who grew up in the church. He opened the door for each other without saying a word.
"Drive slowly on the road."
Huang single put his chin in the scarf and took the car key out of the door. "I will come back to cook at night."
The door was closed, and Song Hao still stood still in the same place, and did not return to God for a long time.
Just when Huang Dan took the car out of the community, there was an old student's Weibo update. The photo shows a large rose garden, followed by a castle with three words: I am coming.
The group was originally reporting the itinerary, starting, where it was, and how long it will take. If you have no such thing, Weibo will suddenly blow up the pot and come back to talk about it.
It may be a friendship in a young age, and it will be different from the contact after work. Without those concerns and calculations, they are still indifferent and look awkward. They really didn’t expect to count down to the top three in the past. The little punk turned into a hot gold bachelor after many years.
Either there is a saying that he has been in Hedong for 30 years and Hexi in 30 years. This is only a little more than one tenth of the thirty years, and tremendous changes have taken place.
However, the owner of Weibo did not respond, it seems that he was just bored and sent a Weibo.
On the weekend, there was a little traffic jam on the road.
Huang Dan waited for the red light at the crossroads. The car was filled with the "Ten Years". His mood could not be described. I thought it was turned off. I was afraid that I wouldn’t pay attention to the accident and harm others.
Everyone gathered in the tea house, had an afternoon tea, and then went to the following program, some brought their family members, and some went with the resurgence of the old feelings, each with their own minds.
Half an hour later, Huang Dan parked the car on the side of the road. He got off the bus and walked to the supermarket not far away.
There are very few people in the supermarket, only two or three wandering in front of the shelves, either to choose difficult or to buy or not to buy.
Huang single to buy things, are first thought of it, in the past directly bought and left, will not waste time when choosing, he entered the supermarket to take a bottle of mineral water, a bottle of green tea, a box of chewing gum, from I took a fifty-dollar bill in the wallet.
The salesperson at the counter was a little girl and she asked if she needed a bag.
Huang Dan said that he wants one.
The little girl put the water and chewing gum into the bag. She took the fifty banknotes and pinched it to determine the true and false. When she said a little, she looked down and found a change in the drawer.
Huang single eyes to pick up, the ear is not the voice of a little girl, is a bass, "This is 10,000, you only need to catch Nie’s unruly behavior within a month, then tell me as soon as possible, after the event There are still half."
With that voice, Huang Dan had one more thing in his hand, not a change, but a long-shaped thing wrapped in newspapers.
Huang Dan smashed.
He thought that he would not cross again, but he did not expect it.
"Why, haven't you seen so much money?"
A man in a dark purple suit folded his legs and held a cigar in his hand. "You do it well, do things beautifully, manage your mouth, don't be stupid, everyone is safe, this money can make you Walked for a while in T City."
The yellow light of the yellow single sweeped around and found himself in a car, probably for confidentiality. The driver in front was not there. In addition to him, there was only a suit man around him.
There was a pain in the back of the hand, and the nerve endings of the yellow single trembled fiercely.
The man's hand forced the cigar to be heavily lapped. "The elders at home didn't educate you. When the elders were talking to you, don't you open a gap?"
Huang Shan’s hand shrank, the place where the cigar burned was burning, and he cried.
The man saw the young man crying, he was wrong for a few seconds, his face was bored, and he fluttered like a fly, "Go with the money!"
Huang Dan just opened the door and got off the bus. The driver not far away was called back, and the next Audi went away.
The pain came from a strong feeling, so Huang Dan couldn't think about it. He walked under the banyan tree and squatted. The blue veins on his neck were protruding, his lips were smashing, and he couldn't stop crying. It hurts too much.
There was a young woman passing by on a bicycle. She stopped when she saw it. "Comrade, what's wrong with you, is it important?"
Huang single shook his head and said it doesn't matter.
The young woman touched inside the big shackle and handed a handkerchief over. "You see, your nose is coming out, wipe it off."
Huang Dan did not disappoint. He took the handkerchief and thanked him. He turned his nose to the nose.
The young woman leaned on the bicycle, reached out to handle the short hair of the shoulders, and curiously looked at the young man who was still crying. This close look, she felt a bit familiar, and then looked at it and recognized it as the old man of Chen.
This person has nothing to do, it will cause trouble, and his big brother will not lose the red star factory, but also let his second sister be jokes in the art troupe for a while.
The young woman looks at the youth holding her handkerchief to wipe her nose and tears, and she says, "Give me my handkerchief!"
Huang Dan didn't hear it clearly. He looked up and looked at it with a pair of tearful eyes. "What?"
Young women look at the youth crying is really miserable, 80% is hit by who, it, she bite her lip, the handkerchief is dirty like this, don't want to, so she will not talk about the bicycle without a word, the head does not return left.
Huang Shanyu cried on the ground for a while and then slowed down. He folded the handkerchiefs with a snot of tears and washed them.
The wind blows the leaves of the phoenix tree, and dances with the dust in the air, regardless of the death of others.
The road in this place is very wide, and I can't see the head. When the woman just left, she didn't see any vehicles. Even a wild cat and a wild dog that didn't see it.
Huang took a single breath. He opened the newspaper at his feet. Inside it was a hundred-dollar bills, all of which were new money. There were four heads on it.
"Mr. System, are you there?"
System, "He is not there."
Huang Dan repackaged the newspaper and stood up with money. "Is it Mr. Lu?"
System, "is Lu."
Mr. Huang and Mr. Lu had already been in contact with the world in the last time. Although he did not reach the relationship of friends, he was very safe. He did not know how the security came.
There may be no doubt about the ability of the public to be a public official, and there will be no mistakes.
System, "Yellow Host, please accept this mission now."
Huang Dan said that he had a task screen out of thin air in front of him. "Why is there a seal?"
System, "is the signature of the task publisher."
Huang Shan said, "Not before."
System, "This time the task publisher is an old cadre, and the style of action is different."
Huang Dan, "..."
He went to the task screen again and moved his gaze from the seal to the text.
[Nie Wenyuan's anger: Last month, I was just transferred to the Red Star Factory. My prostitute Xiaowei was found in the grass on the side of the road. Her body was tarnished and she was greatly stimulated. The mind is already unclear. I want to know who did it. 】
Not long after the yellow single was read, the task screen disappeared.
System, "All the memories of the original owner have been completely delivered, the yellow host, there is a problem to find Lumou at any time."
"I will, thank you."
Huang single side receives the memory in the brain, while combing, the body's owner is Chen Yu, twenty-one, did not read any books, only a few months ago, only two years of labor reform life came back.
In two years, the development of T City is very big. The brothers and sisters of the original master have knowledge. One is very cultured when going to college. One can dance. Everyone knows that one day they will jump to B city one day, but he also has fart. No, I will only find a group of friends and friends to eat and drink all day long.
The original owner is the old man of the family. The pet is incapable. He used to steal this one from an early age. He also stole the money from his family. He was found once when he stole it. He also stole it after he finished playing.
On the day the original Lord had committed crimes with several friends and was found to have been arrested, his father was in a stroke. When he came out of prison, his father had moved into the grave from his home.
The original owner was fooled to open the bar with others, and there was no money on hand. He was used by the suit man and planned to help the other party, Mr. Nie, the publisher of the task, Nie Wenyuan, his embarrassment.
Nie Wenyuan is the younger brother of the original mother. It is not a relative. It is a child who was handed over. Because they had a family accident, they did not come forward to take the handle, but they also pushed a hand in the back. When things fell behind, they couldn’t go through their conscience. The child who was handed over.
The Red Star Factory is a piece of fragrant scent. The original lord is a college student. It is difficult to get a place, and it has been smashed by the original owner.
Nie Wenyuan is the newly appointed director. How many people want to trust him? How many people regard him as a nail in his eyes. There is a thorn in the seat. It is very difficult to sit. If you are not careful, you will stab yourself.
Huang Shan searched the memory of the original master, knowing that the suit man named Wang Ming was a wealthy businessman in T City. He had a hatred with Nie Wenyuan. He was the first in a group of people who wanted him to be defeated.
In this era, personal style is very important. If you have a little problem, you will be overwhelmed by the spit. It is no different from the street mouse.
Therefore, if you want to tidy up Nie Wenyuan, you must start with his style.
This kind of thing can be done by people who can reach Nie Wenyuan. The original master is his nephew, his face is thick, and it is not difficult to work hard.
As for the Xiao Wei mentioned in the mission, she is the daughter of the original mother-in-law sister. She is the closest of all the juniors to Nie Wenyuan. She is a cute little girl and she has no adulthood.
Huang single paused the work of combing the memory. He looked down at his own clothes. The white vest was a white shirt outside. It was very open and open. The bottom was a pair of navy pants. It was not tied, loose and worn. A sense of decadence.
He does not understand the fashion that the original Lord pursued.
In August, Huang Dan did not smell the sweet-scented osmanthus. He only felt the dust sticking to the nose and mouth. It was very uncomfortable. It was very remote. He knew what it was based on the memory of the original master, but he did not know how to go back.
Huang Shanyu went back to the tree. When he thought about it, he took off his white shirt and stuffed it with the newspaper. He hugged it in his arms.
The money in his real world, even a month's salary is not enough, but here, 10,000 is not only 10,000, but also several times.
When the sun went down, a large piece of red fire was scattered, and the face of Huang Dan was red.
Huang Shan stood up and moved his hands and feet, and a strange voice sounded behind him. "Less, how are you here?"
He quickly turned back and knew that the neighbor was Ma Dabo, who had always taken care of the original family, especially after the death of the original father, and he ran to the house for three days.
The brain turned and Huang Dan said an excuse. "I am here with people, and the other party has not come."
Ma Dabo pushed the bicycle closer. "I haven’t come yet. I’m going to have something to delay. Go back soon. Your mom is looking for you behind the house!

When he saw that the youth did not respond, he reached out and patted. "What stupid thing is, although the uncle is old, but his body is still very good, there is no problem with you, go up."
Huang Dan sits on the back seat of the bicycle.
Speaking of this, this is his first time riding a bicycle, saying that it is not fresh is fake, buttocks are also fake.
Ma Dabo looked at the clothes in the arms of the young man. "Less, cold in the evening, you put on your clothes, hold your hands behind, don't fall."
Huang Dan said that he was wearing hot, "It's okay."
When Ma Dabo looked at the young man from an early age, he knew that he couldn’t say it if he couldn’t listen to it. He stepped on his bicycle and rode toward the setting sun.
Huang Dan soon knew that Ma Dabo was bragging. "Da Bo, you and I will ride."
Ma Dabo's breath was very breathless, sweating and panting, saying, "This hillside is difficult to ride, you, you can't ride."
Huang Shan said, "We can ride on a wheel and we can easily."
When Ma Dabo thought about it, he listened to the car. He picked up the sweat from his throat and rubbed his face. The hot neck and face were red. It was embarrassing to say, "Less, this is the time to go back and tell your mom. Let her know that the uncle will take you with you, and you can’t laugh at the uncle."
Huang Dan agreed.
He won't ride, the original master will hold the front of the car, and when the foot is stepping on the footboard, the center of gravity of the body will be adjusted at the same time.
A section of the hillside was full of sweat, and it was almost like sweat. It blinked and a drop of sweat dripped from the eyelashes. "Da, I can't."
If you can't do it, you can't say it. Huang Dan won't die and face the sin.
Ma Dabo’s face was pumping, and he didn’t have enough time.
Let’s take a break.

An old man sits on the ground and gasps, sweating like rain.
Huang Dan’s money is in the bicycle basket, and the basket is tattered and barely able to hold it.
After a while, the two men hurry again.
Slowly, there are other vehicles, and occasionally a car is passing by with exhaust gas, which is caught in the bicycle team and is very eye-catching.
That is a sign of development.
Huang Dan returned to his place of residence and greeted Ma Dabo. He had just crossed the threshold of the hall and heard the song from the room with the curtain on his left.
"You are the wind, I am sand, tangled up to the horizon..."
I don't know which TV show is on the air.
Huang Dan did not wait much. He first went to the original house with his memory, quickly took off the shirt outside, and stuffed the newspaper and money into the bed. For the sake of safety, he also dragged the broken box inside to block it.
After ensuring that it will not be discovered, Huang Dan buried his sweaty face in the shirt, rubbed it to the end of the bed, lifted his foot to the left room, and found two men and one woman inside.
The woman is Chen Xiaorou, the second sister of the original master. She has a long shawl and a floral dress. She is wearing a white sweater outside. It is gentle and dignified and has a good temperament.
Chen Xiaorou's face is facing a 14-inch small color TV. There is a court drama in the room, shouting what Emperor Ama, she looks at it with relish.
Huang Dan looked at the two men, the young one is the original big brother Chen Fei, the long person Gao Mada, a talent, the man on the side is the original master Nie Wenyuan, the shirt is tied in the trousers, standing back to him, The hair is shaved very short, the back is up, the neck is slender, and the body is straight and hard.
Perceived the gaze of Huang Dan, Nie Wenyuan turned his head, with peach blossoms on his face, and his eyebrows were deep. The facial features could be refined, but because of his steady and correct temperament, whoever looked at it would think he was a decent person.
Huang Shan shouted, "Hey."