"Hello?"

"Hello?"

"What are you doing at home these days?"

"It's okay, just have fun."

"I'm about the same, do you want to come to school tomorrow?"

"What are you doing at school?"

"Let's see if the admission letter has arrived."

“Have you arrived?”

"I don't know either, so I'll go and have a look, maybe I'll arrive."

Wang Ke understood what he meant, because tomorrow was her birthday, and hesitated and said, "Tomorrow... I won't go, right?"

Fang Chang'an smiled and said, "Come and have a look."

"Well... well, I'll go after breakfast tomorrow."

"good."

Fang Changan smiled, "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, bye."

During the meal the next morning, before Fang Chang'an had time to lay the groundwork, Fang Lujun took the initiative to mention it: "Your admission letter should have arrived, right?"

"I don't know yet, and the school has not notified me."

Fang Chang'an was originally going to take the initiative to mention it, but when he saw that his father asked first, he was not in a hurry, "It should take some time."

Fang Lujun said: "I heard yesterday that all the people from the No. 1 Middle School in the County seem to have come down?"

"The city is farther than the county!" Fang Yanran found a very reasonable reason.

"What does it have to do with this?"

In three years, Fang Chang'an's living conditions have undergone earth-shaking changes. With the expansion of contact with things and vision, Fang Lujun and calm thoughts have also undergone some changes, but in terms of personality, it is actually not very different from three years ago.

Fang Lujun still likes to quarrel, and sometimes he likes to choke him a few words, but he is really angry much less often. After all, poor couples are sad about everything. If life goes well, how many couples don’t want a harmonious relationship?

In the past, cooking calmly was all about "experience". Some were taught by grandma, some learned from neighbors and relatives after getting married. Breakfast is basically porridge every day. In winter, when sweet potatoes are added in spring, when there is no, basically grab a handful of rice and put it in a pot, pour water and boil it, heat it up, and add pickles, bean paste or the leftovers of yesterday. It is breakfast.

Nowadays, breakfast is mostly like this, either pickled or leftover, but the same is true, and there are also great changes. For example, there are many types of pickled vegetables, such as carrot sticks, cucumbers, cabbage, peanuts... many of them are given by others, such as grandma, aunt, younger sister, and grandma.

In previous years, if you didn’t pickle it yourself, you could only dig a large bottle of bean paste or pineapple strips at grandma’s house to take it home for food. It would never happen if someone else took the initiative to send it to your house.

Naturally, the family will give back more or less, some buys and others give away. The others here are mainly Shen Chengyan.

In addition to being lazy, I rarely eat such lazy porridge at home. I calmly watch TV shows, learn a little from the TV, or talk about family matters around the shoe store, and sometimes even go to Cheng Mengfei's house and ask for advice from my aunt. I can't help but make more and more cauliflower, and I even buy a casserole and learn to make porridge and stew soup.

I also have the "Iron Aozi" that I originally had in my hometown but I have never been in the mood to use it several times a year. It is a pancake pot, black and clean, and it looks inconspicuous, but pancakes are really easy and delicious. Now, from time to time, anyone who wants to eat them will take them out to eat them.

This morning, Fang Lujun remembered that the dough pancakes were served early in the morning, with eggs, leeks, and spinach spread inside. The soup was filled with fragrance and greedy.

Fang Lujun likes to eat spicy food, put nearly half of it with chili peppers, and specially left two "special spicy" pieces for him. He was not afraid of getting angry early in the morning. He bit a big bite of cake and sucked a bite of mung bean porridge cooked by his wife. He breathed happily and continued to teach his daughter a lesson: "This is an admission notice. It doesn't matter how far it can be in the city and the county. Do you know? You have to send it here as soon as possible. This is an important matter."

Fang Chang'an then answered at the right time: "Then I'll go to the school to ask after dinner, and I can't always wait for Teacher Cheng to come and talk to me."

Fang Lujun couldn't keep things in his mind, and he became impatient when he had something to do. He had made this idea, but after hearing what his son said, he settled down and turned on the TV again.

"You have oil on your hands, wipe it with a piece of paper."

"Oh, I know, I know."

Fang Lujun responded. Fang Changming, who had long wanted to turn on the TV, had already tore up a piece of toilet paper and handed it over, then took it over to the remote control and said, "Dad, I'll change it for you. What do you think you want to watch?"

According to the habit of Fang Chang'an, it is natural that it is comfortable to use paper. However, three years ago, parents had to use toilet paper carefully. Now, it is a great improvement to use toilet paper to wipe their hands and faces at any time. You have to take your time and take it slowly. There is always a time to use toilet paper.

Sometimes when food is served, Fang Changming or Fang Yanran is pinching it with his hands and eating it. Fang Changan is not as strict as before, because there is water at home at any time, and both dirty children have developed the good habit of washing their hands at any time, and they are not always dirty like before.

You should know that in the past, the water used at home was all manpower. The water in the basin was washed over and over again, and often it didn't pour out for a long time. It was still used when it was muddy. Basically, my mother grabbed Fang Changming or Fang Yanran's claws, and washed them with dirty water and poured out the dirty water. The water was often poured out, and mud was seen in the basin.

The past is unbearable to look back on, but in short, everything is going forward.

After breakfast, Fang Chang'an boarded a bicycle and arrived at the school's gravel intersection early, and then "reversely" along the intersection towards Wang Ke's house. Coincidentally, before leaving the town, he saw her coming.

On a hot day, it was really troublesome for the little girl to come to the town. She pedaled her bicycle and her forehead was full of sweat. Perhaps in order to be cooler, her hair was tied up behind her head, and she was also bunny, and her face was a little red. She saw him from afar and waved her hand gently.

Fang Changan also waved his hand and saw a refrigerator covered with a quilt next to him. He stopped his bicycle and walked over and bought two ice creams, both of which cost 50 cents a yuan, which was very luxurious.

Wang Ke came over on a bicycle. He knew his temperament and was really hot, so he didn't refuse. He took it and tore open the wrapping paper. He took a bite and pinched the torn wrapping paper in his hand. He looked around and didn't find any trash cans. He couldn't help but look at Fang Chang'an with a little embarrassed.

Fang Changan smiled and threw the wrapping paper on the ground.

Wang Ke opened his eyes wide in surprise, and did not rush to throw away the wrapping paper. He bit off the chocolate and cream layer on an ice cream, felt the sweetness and coolness in his mouth, and asked in a low voice: "Don't you hate others littering?"

Fang Chang'an smiled and said, "There is no trash can here, so I'm in a hurry to follow the power."

The little girl looked at him and blinked, "Then will I throw it away?"

Fang Chang'an smiled and said, "Take it!"

He just threw away the garbage, and he suddenly said that he was so brave that he tied people to stones in the movie and threw them into the sea to feed fish.

"good!"

Wang Ke smiled sweetly, threw the wrapping paper aside, and felt like sprinkling petals. He seemed to have improved a lot because of this. He then chewed the ice cream and complained to him: "I'm almost dying of heat along the way. It's only the hour, it's just such a big sun."

Perhaps because of the skin, the little girl unconsciously feels and tone when talking to him. When there are people, she may be consciously restrained. When they are alone, she reveals it very clearly and naturally, so cute that people want to hold it in her arms and kiss her.

Fang Changan carried an ice cream stick and hugged her fists: "It turns out that the heroine has worked hard and has great kindness. Fang Changan will remember the people in his heart and will never forget them."

The little girl thought he was funny and fun like this, waved her hands, pursed her lips and smiled, "Oh, OK, okay, our children in the world, don't say these things."

Fang Chang'an reached out and pointed his hand towards the school, "Let's talk while eating, walking."

"All right."

The little girl was riding a bicycle so far in a hot day. She was originally a little emotional in her heart. Although she definitely didn't say anything to him, her mood still had a certain impact. She was so coaxed by his ice cream that she smiled and even littered everywhere became a sign of spoiling her. She rode her bicycle and chewed the few ice creams left, while walking towards the school.

Today she was wearing white five-quarter pants and a light green T-shirt on her upper body. When she was riding a bike, she stretched out her long legs and showed her graceful figure. Fang Chang'an rode side by side with her. During this period, she couldn't help but take a look at her. When she was not careful, the front of the car shook, turning left and right almost fell down.

The little girl was worried at first, but then she saw that he was riding steadily, then giggled and said in a slight manner: "Are you good at driving skills?"

The two rode their bikes outside the school gate. The half of the life given by the ice cream was slowly pulled back by the sun. Fortunately, they were with each other and would not be too impatient.

The school gate was not open, and someone on duty in the guard room at the door recognized Fang Chang'an, and took the initiative to open the window and greeted: "Fang Chang'an, are you here to get the admission letter?"

"yes."

Fang Chang'an didn't smoke and couldn't deliver cigarettes. Fortunately, he had become familiar with each other in the past three years and asked, "Is the admission notice from No. 1 Middle School here?"

"City No. 1 Middle School?"

The other party seemed to be stunned for a moment, "I really don't know this. After I came to the school, I have never seen the admission notice from the No. 1 Middle School in the city. Did you apply for the No. 1 Middle School in the city? No wonder the No. 1 Middle School in the county has no one in the notice."

Fang Changan explained with a smile: "That was because no one passed the exam before, but this year there were, and there were quite a lot."

"Yeah, you've passed the exam?"

"Of course."

Fang Changan pointed his chest with his thumb, which was very imposing as Chang'an, the leader of primary and secondary schools in Huangnanji Town. "We both passed the exam, otherwise why are we here on a hot day?"

The other party tsk twice, which was nothing more than words like "The first in the school is the first in the school", and said, "Then your class is amazing. The county No. 1 Middle School was admitted to more than 20, and the city No. 1 Middle School actually passed two. Your principal probably was so happy."

"Not two, four."

"Who else? This beautiful girl is named Wang Ke, I know her."

Perhaps in order to facilitate the future, the other party bragged to others as a topic of conversation at the dinner table. This is common. Fang Chang'an replied smoothly: "There are also Mao Shanshan and Liu Bei."

"Ah, they are all girls? Oh, no, you are the only one man."

"Okay, okay, it's too hot, I won't tell you more. I'll leave you a phone number. Can you call me if the notification comes? "

"Okay, what's your phone number?"

Fang Chang'an left a phone number and was about to leave. A courier came on a bicycle and sent the things over. It was sent by Sizhang No. 1 Middle School. Although there was an envelope, it was undoubtedly an admission notice.

The two of them who had not been in vain immediately took their own share. Wang Ke couldn't help but disassembled them in the guard room. When he opened it, he saw that it was really an admission notice. It seemed that he had just felt relieved. Fang Changan was inexplicably happy and sad.

Thanks to those unknown heroes!

After stepping on the bicycle again, the girl was in a better mood. She didn't even notice where she went. She followed her stupidly and then suddenly realized: "This is not the way to my house..."

"It's the way to my house."

Fang Changan said a little funny, "You've only reacted now?"

Wang Ke's face turned red in an instant, and he looked at him and stopped, but before he could speak, he stopped first.

Fang Changan also stopped, saw her pushing her bicycle over, and pointed to the alley in front with her chin, "Go to the front and say, there is shade."

Wang Ke followed silently, and the two stood under the shade of the tree. Wang Ke blushed and explained weakly: "Brother Chang'an, don't get me wrong, I'm not..."

"Don't worry, listen to me first."

Fang Chang'an interrupted her with a gentle voice. In the summer sun, the breeze of trees, he looked at her with a gentle look, and a faint apology, "I understand your feelings and thoughts."
To be continued...