If possible, put the book in the bookshelf, which will make it convenient for you and support me. Thank you very much!

"Why are you here?" Feng Yiping pushed the car over with surprise, feeling that the cold wind seemed to be softer.

"Haha, this is the dormitory of my dad and his unit!" Huang Jingping, who is outside the school, is always much more lively and bolder than on the school. "Why are you just coming back now? I've been waiting for a while."

Oh, yes, wasn’t Huang Jingping’s father at the forestry station in the village? I didn’t notice that this was the dormitory building of the forestry station before.

"Oh, we will play table tennis after we leave. Just say it at school!"

Huang Jingping doesn't take this incident. She has always taken an alternative and cold route at school. Although she always smiles when she meets people, she actually has little dealing with boys, especially those who are obviously thinking about the boys in the same class or other classes, she has always had nothing to say.

"Didn't you invite me to sing? Where is the tape?" Huang Jingping stretched out her hand to Feng Yiping. Feng Yiping smiled when she looked at it. The black furry gloves were like a bear's paw.

"What are you laughing at? It's so cold here, and the tape is not on your body?"

"What day do you live in? I'll send it to you later."

"Why would I go with you?" Huang Jingping thought for a while.

This is too direct. Feng Yiping quickly recalled whether he had cleaned up 502 when he went out in the morning, "Are your parents at home? Why don't we go and visit first?"

"My mother is in her hometown, and my dad didn't know which uncle's house he went to after dinner. There is no one at home now, but it's better to go up and recognize the door, so you can save yourself a look later."

This building is equivalent to a tube building. It is in broad daylight, and the corridors are not in good light, and the corridors are also filled with debris and stoves from various houses.

Huang Jingping took Feng Yiping and Wang Changning to the fifth room on the right side of the third floor. This is a single dormitory. The largest position is a bed, a wardrobe against the wall, and an old-fashioned desk with three drawers by the window. These furniture, looking at the style and paint, are mainly the white painted Arabic numerals vaguely visible on it, and they are clearly distributed by the unit.

In the empty space at the door, there is a small table for eating, and there are boxes and bags piled up in the corners of the wall. It is a bit messy, and it looks like a place for rough men to sleep.

That is, the green curtains of the lake bring a hint of warmth to this room.

Feng Yiping and the others sat down on the stool next to the small table. Huang Jingping gave them two cups of hot water and returned to the desk. "My father lives here alone. They usually set up cards outside for a lot of time, and they don't come back many times, so it's a little messy, don't laugh!"

"I understand, but if I change this bed to a double person, and put things on the second floor, the room will be empty," Feng Yiping subconsciously gave his opinion.

"Haha, my dad and I also told you that he might be transferred to the town next time and would be too lazy to do it."

Before they could say a few words, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man wearing a black half-wool coat walked in, "Xiaoping, is there any classmate here?"

This is the owner of this house. Feng Yiping and Wang Changning quickly stood up, "Hello uncle!"

Huang Jingping came over and introduced, "Dad, these are my classmates Feng Yiping and Wang Changning. Where did you just go?"

"Haha, sit down!" Huang Jingping's father greeted them with a smile.

To be honest, Feng Yiping was a little surprised when he saw him, and immediately remembered the joke of "Old Wang next door".

Although Huang Jingping's father also smiled gently, he was very ugly.

God is really very kind to Huang Jingping, and she only inherited his father's big eyes, which is also the only thing that stands out for his father in terms of appearance.

"I just played mahjong next to me, but I heard from Director Wang's wife that you have classmates to visit." Huang Chengzhong said to his daughter.

It can be seen that this is also a father who cares about his daughter tightly.

"Feng Yiping, right? I often hear them talk about it. Not only are they good grades, but they are also very capable." He said to Feng Yiping with a smile.

"I'm lucky, unlike Huang Jingping, whose grades are very stable, and the liberal arts courses are among the best in the grade." He praised him, and of course Feng Yiping would praise him.

Feng Yiping felt that although Huang Chengzhong was smiling, he looked at him like the truck drivers he stopped on the road, with a faint scrutiny.

Feng Yiping then pretended to be very interested and asked Huang Chengzhong about his work, and sighed from time to time. Wang Changning also cooperated with him. Huang Jingping, who was a little out of the matter, looked at the three men in the room, especially Feng Yiping's small-hearted and flattering look, and wanted to laugh.

Feng Yiping was able to deal with these clerks in the village who were not even part-level cadres. As a father's instinct, he was very sensitive to his daughter, but in other aspects, a few words greatly increased his favorability for Feng Yiping.

After all, for a middle-aged civil servant who wasted his life but considered himself capable and ambitious, he was looked at by two and a half-year-old boys with admiration. As soon as he said it, he immediately received their eyes, "You are so awesome, you are really amazing." It would be strange if he was not floating!

This time, how can I say it’s so cool! It’s even more comfortable than the days my wife comes every month.

Huang Chengzhong had a good time and told them about the work while smoking. He couldn't stop for a while, but Huang Jingping interrupted him, "Dad, they have something to ask me for, and they have not had lunch yet!"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot the time when I said that. Then you go back first and come and sit down when you have time." Huang Chengzhong stood up with some conscience.

"Dad, I'll go there with them and I'll learn singing, and I'll perform on New Year's Day." Huang Jingping came over and pulled his dad's arm.

"Hmm?" Huang Chengzhong became sensitive again, "What performance?"

"The school is going to hold a New Year's Day party. The teacher told us to make a show. We are going to sing a song. Feng Yiping has a tape, so I want to go and listen to learn."

Seeing this, Feng Yiping hurriedly said, "Uncle, we live not far away, just the hospital dormitory diagonally opposite, why don't you go over and take a look together?"

"Oh, that's OK, then I'll go over and take a look, don't bother me!"

"It's okay, I'll live with the two of you." Hearing Feng Yiping say this, Huang Chengzhong's smile faded and he glanced at his daughter with a slightly sharp look.

After entering 502, Feng Yiping took them around. Huang Chengzhong saw that the house was cleaned up quite refreshingly, but finally became a little gentler.

There is no way, their generation is like this, and they can't do things they can't do well - for example, their own nest is messy, but they naturally require their children to do it well.

Wang Changning went to the kitchen, and he was good at the crucian carp face.

Feng Yiping accompanied the Huang family and the daughter of the daughter chatting in the living room. Huang Jingping was impatient after hearing them say a few words and asked Feng Yiping to take her to listen to the song. Feng Yiping had to take her to his room, put the tape on, and put the headphones on her.

When he came back, Huang Chengzhong leaned on the sofa and the topic changed. He started with the harvest in the countryside this year, and then asked about the situation at Feng Yiping's home.

Feng Yiping roughly talked about the situation at home. When he heard that his parents were in the province, Huang Chengzhong immediately asked, "What are you doing in the province?"

"Opened a noodle restaurant."

"Oh," Huang Chengzhong was a little excited when he heard this. Out of courtesy, he asked casually, "The business is okay!"

"It's okay, now the average revenue is nearly 1,000 yuan per day. I'm going to open a second store." For some reason, Feng Yiping unconsciously highlighted it.

"That's really good, is the noodle restaurant?"

At this time, Wang Changning's noodles were cooked. He wore an apron and invited everyone to have a meal. Huang Chengzhong went to the kitchen to taste the taste. He thought it was good and praised a few words.

However, he is not as old as Feng Yiping and the other three. He is just when he grows up. Even though he just ate lunch, he has tasted the noodles and decided to eat another bowl, he will not be able to do it.

He knew that there were three more people in the room, and he could touch Feng Yiping's bottom. With his understanding of his daughter, he couldn't do anything, so Huang Chengzhong said goodbye and went back to play mahjong. When he left, he also told Huang Jingping, "Come back early!"

Feng Yiping sent him to the door and watched him go downstairs. He always felt that today's scene seemed familiar. Isn't it quite like the scene when he went to Zhang Yan's house for the first time?

Thank you very much for your support, and thank your book friend Longtian Chunxiang for your reward!

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