Xiang Xi glanced at him without saying a word.

"I guess the two brothers can't understand," Director Xu looked at Xiaoxi, "It seems that our Xiaoxi can distinguish between brother and uncle, little villain."

"Uncle," Xiaoxi smiled and hugged Cheng Boyan, rubbing back and forth on his chest, "Uncle!"

"Where are you washing your face?" Cheng Boyan pushed her away and looked at the two candy candies on his clothes, and grabbed the wet tissue with pain: "Wipe your mouth!"

Grandma was in a good mood today and ordered a lot of coarse grains that had lost a lot of nutrition during the process of making, but it was indeed delicious.

Even the mixed grain porridge is much better than Cheng Boyan’s mixed bean porridge.

Xiang Xi was a little overeating. He had been eating too much recently. He was a little worried that if he continued like this, he would really become a fat man.

Go back and weigh your weight.

After sending grandma, Xiaoxi and Director Xu home separately, Cheng Boyan drove around the street in a car.

"Are you lost? Go east." Xiang Xi showed him the way.

"Aren't you going west?" Cheng Boyan said with a smile, "I'm not lost, I just want to go around and see the night view. If you don't want to see it, go back."

"Let's take a look." Xiang Xi lowered the car window, and the cool evening breeze swept in outside the window, and he narrowed his eyes.

"When I'm just wandering around like this," said Cheng Boyan, "I feel like I'm elopement with someone."

"Fart," Xiang Xi said without thinking, "If you have to elope, you must be someone else, because of your ability to survive and your level of cleanliness, you can no longer take care of yourself if you don't run out of three miles."

Cheng Boyan smiled for a long time: "I'm convinced you, can you change your enthusiasm for speaking?"

"It's time to take," Xiang Xi put the back of the chair back behind and put his legs on the front of the car. "I've been talking like this for twenty years, and I'm illiterate again. I have to change it..."

"Forget it." Cheng Boyan said suddenly.

"Hmm?" Xiang Xi was stunned, "Are you angry?"

"No, I just suddenly feel that there is no need to change it," said Cheng Boyan. "Make coarse grains and fine grains, all the nutrients are lost."

Xiang Xi smiled: "Coarse grains are also grains. I am just a weed. If I don't lose them, I won't have any nutrition."

"Do you know what it means to belittle yourself?" Cheng Boyan glanced at him.

"I don't know, I heard this word say by the fake blind man," Xiang Xi frowned and thought, "What's different or what's wrong with oneself."

"It is not advisable to underestimate oneself or make a metaphor that is unrighteous, so as to block the path of loyal advice." Cheng Boyan said.

"What?" Xiang Xi felt that listening to Cheng Boyan's words was like listening to foreign languages, and he couldn't understand a word, and he couldn't even read it again.

"Zhuge Liang, "The Memorial to the Emperor of the Army", said Cheng Boyan.

"Oh," Xiang Xi tweeted, "Do you and an illiterate person have a unique sense of accomplishment?"

"Don't underestimate yourself," Cheng Boyan smiled. Xiang Xi's inferiority complex cannot disappear in a day or two. Those past experiences and shortcomings may not be able to be made up for in the rest of his life, but he still wants to give Xiang Xi confidence in all possible places, "You are a pearl..."

"I'm a pearl. It would be more beautiful after polishing it, but then it might become no different from a beautiful bead. It's better to be so special. Anyway, it's just a pearl, it's a pearl," Xiang Xi said in a series, "Right? That's what you mean?"

Cheng Boyan opened his mouth and didn't say anything. He smiled for a while before sighing: "Well, I won't say it."

"No, you finished speaking," Xiang Xi rubbed his nose, "I'm willing to listen to you praise me."

"You are..." Cheng Boyan thought for a while, "A small desk lamp is not bright and cannot be illuminated much, but if it is gone, it will be dark around him."

Xiang Xi smiled and looked at him: "It's so literary."

"Go to the interchange?" Cheng Boyan asked with a smile.

"Okay, can you come down before dawn? I will go to Yunshui tomorrow afternoon." Xiang Xi said.

"If you can't get out, call the police." Cheng Boyan said.

The car circled around the interchange for most of the time. Xiang Xi's cell phone rang. He took it out and saw that Fang Yin's name was displayed on the call: "Fang Yin?"

"Why did he look for you?" Cheng Boyan asked immediately.

"I don't know." Xiang Xi answered the phone: "Hey."

"Xiao Zhan?" Fang Yin's voice came over, "Do you still remember me?"

"I will never forget those who have given me money." Xiang Xi smiled.

Cheng Boyan quickly touched a hundred yuan from the hand holder next to him and put it on his lap.

Xiang Xi glanced at him, smiled and took the money into his pocket, and asked Fang Yin again: "Is there anything to do with me?"

"There's something," Fang Yin said, "just, the topic I took before..."

"30 days?" Xiang Xi asked.

"No photo!" Cheng Boyan immediately interrupted.

"Don't I say I won't take any photos?" Xiang Xi said.

"I know, I'm not asking you to take a photo," Fang Yin smiled. "I want to get your consent. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't agree, forget it."

"What do you agree with?" Xiang Xi didn't understand what he meant.

"Don't agree." Cheng Boyan said again.

Xiang Xi glanced at him, held back his smile and said in his mouth: "Don't interrupt."

"It's like that. I'm preparing a photography exhibition, working with friends, and the works of several people," Fang Yin explained. "I won't do this special topic for the '30 Days' for the time being, but there are some photos I want to use, and there are a few of yours. Maybe you will accept the theme."

"Say." Xiang Xi said.

"The theme is 'running', I don't know how you feel," Fang Yin said. "That is, there are always times in life where we need to run, escape behind us or run forward."

"Where are you writing a poem?" Xiang Xi smiled, "You have never taken a photo of me running."

"If you don't run, why run!" Cheng Boyan said.

Xiang Xi almost burst out laughing, sighed, and pressed hands-free.

"I haven't taken it before... Actually, I've taken it too. Didn't you get chased when you went to find a job? I took it, but that picture is not useful," Fang Yin explained to him again, "My running is not a specific running, it's just a metaphor, a state of running, do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand." Xiang Xi replied, vaguely interested in Fang Yin's thoughts this time.

"You are running when you go looking for a job. When you refuse me to take photos at the coffee shop, you also want to run forward," Fang Yin continued, "Sorry... Why do I feel like I'm on a phone sale..."
Chapter completed!