"Then..." Cheng Boyan thought for a while, grabbed his hand that was holding on the car window and pinched it, "Good night."

"Good night." Xiang Xi felt his voice a little fluttering when he spoke. If he hadn't supported the car door, he would probably have his legs weak and kneeled down under Cheng Boyan's sweatpants.

The car standing by the side of the road watching Cheng Boyan drives out of this road, and Xiang Xi is a little dizzy and walks back to the supermarket.

"Xiang Xi helps me to mop the floor," the evening shift foreman ran over and said anxiously, "My son has a fever today, so I'll hurry back."

"Ah, okay!" Xiang Xi nodded quickly, but was a little surprised. He always felt that the foreman looked quite young and actually had a son.

But I really can't look at the surface of people. Cheng Boyan is so old that he doesn't look like a person with a son... No, Cheng Boyan doesn't have a son at all...

Go to the supermarket with dad?

What a mess!

Xiang Xi washed the mop, closed the store door, and slowly mopped the floor in the store.

I don’t know if it was too comfortable today, but he felt a little sleepy. He was not sure when mopping the floor, so he directly stuck the mop stick on the shelves.

This shelf is newly added. During the day, Song Yi said it was a little shaking and asked Zhang Xin to contact him to come and fix it. Before he could yell, "Blessings, don't," a bunch of snacks on the shelf had already fallen to the ground with the shaking.

"Oh--" Xiang Xi threw the mop and sighed with a lengthening voice.

Okay, I am no longer sleepy or trembling now. I have a clear ear and eye, coolness and quenching thirst, refreshing my mind... Small pieces...

Xiang Xi frowned and squatted on the ground to pick up bags of snacks that had fallen all over the floor.

These things all look similar, and there are quite a few types. They squeeze all the labels together. Xiang Xi, a little expert in word recognition, looked at them for a long time before putting a bunch of plums back on the shelf.

After the shop was sorted out, he went to take a shower and returned to the cabin.

I turned on the TV and changed the stations one by one, but I couldn't find any good content.

He rolled back and forth on the bed, rolling from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and rubbed from the end of the bed to the head of the bed, and he could not recover his sleepiness.

Today, when he came out of Cheng Boyan's family, he felt different from any time. It seemed that nothing had happened, but it seemed that a lot of things happened again. The feeling of "Ah, everything is different, nothing is different" was particularly obvious.

But he didn't know what it was.

When Cheng Boyan's text message was sent, Xiang Xi was leaning on the wall with his legs hanging upside down on the bed.

I'll tell you.

Cheng Boyan's text message only has these four words.

Xiang Xi still hung upside down, held up his cell phone and pressed it for a long time, and replied: What did you say?

Your chocolate.

Can you not be too angry?

asthma.

It's so unpalatable, the milk is so bitter.

Xiang Xi was so happy when he looked at the text message. He smiled with his head back for a long time, almost choking with saliva.

He dialed the phone directly: "You tell me directly, why are you sending text messages?"

"I can't bear to say such a cruel comment in front of you," Cheng Boyan smiled, "I just ate another piece, I'm so emotional."

"You said, if it's not messy, shouldn't it be delicious?" Xiang Xi laughed twice.

"No," Cheng Boyan said sincerely, "Even if you are not confused, you will make mistakes in other magical places. We have known each other for so long, and you have not made a delicious bite."

"Hey, this is fate," Xiang Xi laughed so hard that he coughed. "Don't you have no desire for food, taste, or something? So God will give you a cooked rice and you can cook the pot."

"Well, God is worthy of it." Cheng Boyan said.

Xiang Xi was stunned for a moment, then he coughed violently and lay on the bed without saying anything for a long time.

"Xiang Xi?" Cheng Boyan's voice came out, "Are you okay?"

Xiang Xi didn't dare to speak, nor did he have the nerve to speak.

"Do you have any objections to God?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"Do you have any objections... so what?" Xiang Xi tsk and said in a low voice.

"If you have any objections, just say it," Cheng Boyan said very seriously, "God will not blame you. At most, I will just pick up the car window and beat you up."

The phone hung up after a few minutes. Cheng Boyan said he was a little tired and was ready to go to bed after reading a while.

Xiang Xi thought Cheng Boyan was a magical person. He was sleepy and tired and had to read books. He took his storybook and turned two pages and yawned.

I immediately put down the book and became more energetic, so I took it and opened it. Another yawning made my chin almost dislocated... This person is really incomparable to people!

Xiang Xi gave up the idea of ​​reading books and lay on the bed and listened to TV with his eyes closed.

I don’t know which station is acting in an old Hong Kong funny movie on TV. He watched this movie with Uncle Ping when he was acting.

Uncle Ping was almost overwhelmed with his back. He squatted aside and didn't find any Coke. He thought that everyone inside was very stupid. In the end, because he didn't laugh with Uncle Ping, he was driven out of the door and stood at the door for more than an hour in the winter.

Now after so many years, when he saw this movie again, he suddenly felt very funny. People are still so stupid, no, they are even more stupid, but he just wanted to laugh for no reason, closing his eyes while listening.

I couldn't stand the laughter.

The state of mind will change a lot of things. Although Xiang Xi doesn't want to admit that the state of mind makes him happy if he sees such a stupid thing now, he still has to admit that he just wants to laugh now.

In order to stop himself from giggling, he changed his station and was broadcasting the city's recruitment information.

He turned his head to look at the TV. He read a lot of messages carefully. He found that everything he does now requires education, and those who cook also require junior high school education.

People like him who don’t even have a kindergarten degree...

Xiang Xi has been thinking about signing up for training classes. He has a low position on himself. The first step is to learn something from the public. He can have a little skills, but it is not enough to be replaced by others casually.

When Cheng Boyan first talked to him about tea, he hadn't reacted yet, but later he gradually realized that Cheng Boyan probably wanted him to learn tea ceremony.

Do you need an education in a tea ceremony?

Is it a bit too far from this thing?

What kind of stubbornness did Cheng Boyan get braided and want him to try this?

He suddenly felt a little scared, and he would be afraid of things that he felt he could not control. Even if it was a challenge, it would require confidence.
Chapter completed!