Chapter 26: The third day 01

Fang Daichuan woke up early. He didn't dare to sleep soundly all night. The sound of wind and rain outside the window and the fear in his heart entangled each other, and tortured him mentally weak. He put on a crumpled T-shirt to wash, and saw in the mirror that he had two big dark circles on his face and an acne on his forehead. Fang Daichuan couldn't help being a little annoyed.
The bathroom is intimately equipped with cosmetics. Fang Daichuan also admires the boss a little. He doesn't provide much water, but these details are intimate.
Fang Daichuan tore a sealed concealer stick, clicked on the red acne, and lightly wiped the dark circles.
It's pretty easy to use. Fang Daichuan looked at the concealer stick brand, thinking about introducing it to Xiao Zhou when he went back, but he couldn't understand the brand. Some kind of Pinyin text has strange little dots and short lines on the vowels.
Fang Daichuan glanced at the clock when he went out. It was just six o'clock. He remembered the task Li Sinian had given him, and picked up a book from the shelf at the door.
There was no one on the first floor, and the long table was empty. Fang Daichuan took a scoop of water from the kitchen, sprinkled it on the carpet, and then sat on the stairs, waiting for everyone to come downstairs.
The sky was gloomy outside the window. It stands to reason that at six o'clock in the summer in the morning, it should be bright. However, the rain was pouring outside the window, and it was groggy, unable to discern the day.
Fang Daichuan bowed his head and pretended to read. What he picked up was a translation book. The unique translation tone and sense of strangeness made him distraught. After turning over half of the book, he could only understand the story about the manager of a waste paper recycling plant. I forgot everything else. I just remember that the two gypsy women unloaded the waste paper they picked up, lay in the trash and smoked, and opened their thighs carelessly, revealing the muddy private parts from the bottom of their skirts, surrounded by Flies stubble.
On the stormy island, in the dim morning, the world was as quiet as death. Reading a book like this, Fang Daichuan felt like the administrator in a daze, and the whole world was only himself.
That's fine, Fang Daichuan smiled bitterly, what's so scary about being alone.
The sound of the door closing upstairs interrupted all his thoughts.
Fang Daichuan straightened his back unconsciously, raised an eye from the page of the book, and hovered the pen in his hand over the page, preparing to record.
Niu Xinyan is down. The temperature is a bit low today. She is wearing a long-sleeved shirt with loose cuffs. Her son stuck to her leg, pinched the corner of her clothes, and walked down with his head down, with a timid expression.
Pretending, still pretending here, Fang Daichuan rolled his eyes in his heart. He took a glance and quickly retracted his gaze, clenched his fist and coughed twice against his lips, and then turned the page by pinching the corner of the book.
"Xiquan, walk well and don't pinch mother's clothes." Niu Xinyan gently touched the messy hair on the top of her son's head. She raised her eyes and saw Fang Daichuan. She smiled and nodded at him, saying, "Xiquan, and Say hello, uncle."
Fuck, Fang Daichuan has goose bumps all over, and this kid doesn't know how old his true identity is. Like Tianshan's grandmother, his father can't be regarded as his uncle.
"Good morning, uncle." Unexpectedly, the child did not see any moths. He quickly raised his eyelids and then quickly lowered his head. The moment he raised his head, Fang Daichuan saw his eyes clearly, with clear and weak eyes. , It really belongs to the child.
Fang Daichuan had to smile, trying to convince himself to forget his strange behavior last night. He greeted: "Hello." Fang Daichuan pretended to glance at the carpet quickly and cleanly. It seemed that the two of them didn't go out last night.
The atmosphere is a bit awkward, but Fang Daichuan is professional when it comes to gagging and acting. He pretended to be totally fine, and chatted with the two of them: "So early?"
"Yes, if you have children, you have to get up early every day and make breakfast for them. I have been used to it for so many years." Niu Xinyan smiled and helped her bangs, pinning the scattered strands of hair behind her ears. She said that she bypassed Fang Daichuan and walked towards the kitchen. The child sits on the long table, playing with his fingers, without saying a word.
The rain showed no signs of falling, and the sky was still dim.
The second one was Yang Song. The girl obviously didn't sleep well, and she was so emaciated that she couldn't even cover the concealer. She put on red lipstick, probably to bring up her complexion, but the tiredness in her eyes exposed everything.
Fang Daichuan took a sip from the cup and glanced sideways. There was nothing on the carpet, and the girl's shoe prints were also transparent water marks. Clean soles.
"Morning." Fang Daichuan said while marking the page with a code that he could understand.
Yang Songqiang smiled and said, "Morning." She obviously had lingering fears about the child, so she hesitated and went straight into the kitchen to help.
Fang Daichuan could now distinguish Li Sinian's footsteps. Like the second uncle, leisurely, calmly. Fang Daichuan looked up, and it was Li Sinian. His old man was there, with one hand in his pocket, and he winked at Fang Daichuan.
Fang Daichuan closed his eyes and shook his head impenetrably. When Li Sinian walked across the blanket, he didn't even glance at his feet.
"What book are you reading?" Li Sinian asked casually.
Fang Daichuan was almost questioned. He fumbled, turned back and glanced at the cover, only then did he report the slurred book title: "Too Noisy Solitude."
"This book is boring! The loser's obscenity and self-comfort, the structure is small, and the atmosphere is small." Boss Du's voice was heard on the stairs. Nothing, mediocre places are mediocre, and obscure places are obscure."
Li Sinian turned his head, glanced at the still clean long blanket, raised an eyebrow and retorted, "Really? I don't think so."
Liu Xin also walked downstairs. He pushed his glasses and stepped on the long-haired carpet, leaving a clean watermark.
Fang Daichuan felt a little anxious. He took a deep breath and continued to write each person's code in the blank space of the page. Six people passed by, and the name was still "None".
After everyone sat down, Niu Xinyan brought out a few cups of coffee and distributed them to several people.
"Where did you get the coffee?" Du Chaosheng thanked him, raising his eyebrows and smiling.
Niu Xinyan smiled and said, "I found half of the unpacked coffee beans in the kitchen's utility room. They smelled of good quality and they were simply cooked."
It's not bad, Fang Daichuan has already smelled the smell of burnt coffee in the air. He didn't know much about these foreign gadgets. He just felt that it tasted mellow, unlike the one-hundred-dollar-package quality in chain stores.
Du Chaosheng asked casually, "Have Miss Niu been a secretary? I think you have a talent for being a secretary."
"I only worked as a secretary for my husband alone," Niu Xinyan pursed her lips, "My husband is reluctant to work. I have always been a full-time wife at home."
"That's it..." Du Chaosheng didn't know what he thought of, his expression was a bit melancholy.
Liu Xin seemed to be scalded by the hot coffee, and he couldn't hold it firmly for a while. The strong coffee spilled half of the table, the cup and saucer touched, and there was a crisp sound.
Li Sinian saw all the reactions in his eyes and frowned slightly.
The little couple finally got up, Fang Daichuan heard the movement and threw a small coffee spoon into the cup. He heard the sound of Chen Hui’s canvas shoes stepping on the wooden stairs. This girl is slightly plump and loves to jump, always stepping on the stairs loudly. She was whispering to her boyfriend about the terrible weather, saying that she should get some sun after going back, otherwise her skin will smell of salty fish.
"But you said we two can go back?" There was a gentle fear in the girl's voice.
Du Wei did not answer her. Ignoring everyone in the hall, he softly kissed his girlfriend at the top of the stairs, feeling like loving each other as the end of the world. Everyone on the first floor turned their heads tacitly, giving the little couple a lot of face.
After they kissed, they came to sit down at the long table holding hands. Before Fang Daichuan could react, he felt Li Siyoung kick him. Fang Daichuan raised his eyes and saw Li Sinian's eyes roll slightly to the side.
He glanced quickly at the carpet at the entrance of the stairs, the long beige woolen blanket was stained with two pairs of bright mud marks. It turned out to be them? Fang Daichuan was a little puzzled, and a little relieved.
He looked up at the clock. It was only the last half an hour before eight o'clock. The old lady and Ding Zihui had not come down yet.
Everyone looked at the stairs together, as if waiting for the spectators to visit the death penalty, looking forward to who the next person would be pushed to the guillotine.
Unfortunately, they disappointed.
There were two door slamming upstairs. Old lady Song and Ding Zihui walked downstairs one after another.
It was Christmas Eve last night.