Zhang Fan walked along the familiar route to the community where his home was located, which was newly renovated, and there were several piles of discarded building materials next to the gate.

Zhang Fan clearly remembered that his family had moved from the old house to the new home before the Chinese New Year, and he was happy for a long time at that time.

Because finally there is no need to climb the stairs in the dark, and you can take the elevator directly to the door.

There is also a helpless complaint to the surrounding classmates. "The elevator in the neighborhood broke down again in the morning, so I walked down from the twelfth floor and was almost late. ”

In Guangming City in 08, the elevator is only a configuration of high-end communities, and more ordinary people live in staircases.

The conditions in Zhang Fan's family are less than the top and more than the bottom.

In addition, the developer is the parent of the mother student, and the house was purchased at the internal price.

For this reason, Lu Jing also deliberately ridiculed Zhang Youwei for a few words.

"You are also a deputy section chief, the house divided by the unit does not have your quota, and in the end it is still up to me to get out, the elevator room repaired by my student's family is not much better than the staircase room divided by your unit?"

Zhang Youwei often lit a cigarette and retorted in a low voice: "It's not that you didn't give money! What's the difference between buying a house with money?"

After Lu Jing saw that her husband refused to admit defeat, she gave him a blank look, and her voice became louder. "Can it be the same? It's tens of thousands cheaper. ”

The average house price in Guangming City is still hovering around 2,000 yuan, and the original takeaway price of Zhang Fan's house was about 3,500 yuan, and his family bought it for 3,000 yuan.

Later, the decoration of the house was also done with the help of the parents of Zhang Fan's mother and students, and Zhang Youwei was even more speechless in front of Lu Jing.

Sometimes he would sit on the sofa alone and hum in a low voice: "Everyone in the world says that it is good to be an official, but I think it is better to be a teacher." ”

It doesn't sing very well, and it doesn't rhyme yet.

After seeing Zhang Fan looking at him, he hurriedly coughed, cleared his throat and asked, "Is your homework done?"

Zhang Fan replied in a low voice as he walked to the water dispenser, "I drink water." ”

Zhang Youwei didn't say anything at this time, and continued to watch the "News Network" being played on TV.

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Zhang Fan stood quietly in front of his anti-theft door, stroked the Spring Festival couplets on both sides of the door frame with his fingers, and finally stayed on the inverted "Fu" word in the center of the door.

After taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan took out the key from his trouser pocket and opened the door of his house.

Father Zhang Youwei sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and an ashtray was placed on the coffee table in front of him.

Maybe he heard the door open, and he was looking towards the door at the moment.

Zhang Youwei saw that his son was soaked from top to bottom, glanced at the red umbrella he was holding in his hand again, frowned and asked, "Why is it still drenched like this when you have an umbrella?"

Zhang Fan looked at his father, who was still black-haired, with a smile on his face, and explained in a low voice: "This umbrella was lent to me by an acquaintance on the way home." ”

Zhang Youwei looked at the smile on his son's face, glanced at the red umbrella in his hand again, and then glanced at Zhang Fan again.

While sighing in his heart that his pig began to want to arch cabbage, he said to Zhang Fan in a serious tone: "Don't smirk, hurry up and go to the bathroom to take a hot bath, it's not good to catch a cold." ”

After speaking, he stood up, walked in front of Zhang Fan and stretched out his hand. "Give me the umbrella and I'll put it on the balcony for you to dry. ”

After seeing Zhang Fan's reluctance, he said, "Don't worry, it won't be broken." ”

This reunion makes all Zhang Fan's thoughts and movements slow down now.

The father in front of him is a real presence, not cold photographs and fading memories.

Time slowed down again in his perception, dripping...... Answer...... Drip...... He replied as if he was frozen.

After handing the umbrella to his father, the tips of his fingers touched the back of his hand, and felt the warm touch coming from his skin.

The time that had just been frozen melted in an instant, and it began to return to normal.

Tick-tock.

Zhang Youwei looked at his son so cautiously, patted his head, and said angrily: "What's reluctant, you won't want to sleep with it today!"

Zhang Fan glanced at his father and complained in his heart: "What are you thinking? I just wanted to take the opportunity to touch your hand." ”

The daughter was the lover of the father's previous life, and the son was the father's previous life.

It seems that no one will be able to give an accurate answer to this question for a long time.

After handing over the umbrella to his father, Zhang Fan returned to his room and quickly took off his clothes.

God knows how he spent this journey, the quality of the No. 3 middle school uniform was not very good, and it was a little uncomfortable to stick to his body.

"I knew that I wouldn't pretend to be a literary and artistic youth, and after thinking about it for a long time, I still have to live day by day, so it's better to go home early. ”

Zhang Fan lay in the bathtub, his body slowly slid down the smooth wall of the bathtub, and finally submerged in the warm water.

But within a few seconds his head jumped out like a whale, and he pretended to choke again.

As he leaned on the wall of the tub and spat on the cyan tiles, he shook his head vigorously, and the blue color that just came to his mind.

In the next second, it became Zhu Weiyang, and finally Li Wanran.

"Looks like I'm really a pervert. Zhang Fan sighed weakly.

He never thought that he remembered this memory so clearly, and in the end, he could only attribute it to the fact that he was now fifteen-year-old Zhang Fan.

"I am now fifteen-year-old Zhang Fan, and I should not be depressed all day long, but should be full of vitality. ”

After rinsing his body again, Zhang Fan put the water in the bathtub as well.

If his mother Lu Jing knew that he was bathing in the bathtub, she would definitely clean him up, saying that he didn't know how to save.

After drying his wet hair with a hair dryer, Zhang Fan picked out a white long-sleeved T-shirt and light gray slacks from the wardrobe and put them on.

Looking at the beautiful young man with a face like a crown of jade in the mirror, Zhang Fan shook his head, straightened his hair with his fingers, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"I finally changed back to what I used to be, and became a handsome little guy who looked better than Pan An. ”

When he turned to leave, Zhang Fan had never felt as refreshed and energetic as he was now.

Isn't it?

The system's numbers have jumped to twenty-five thousand.

What is it?

He was wasting his time just now, but he was still able to earn money with his eyes closed.

This is something that many people dream of!

There's a good saying. "Time is money. ”

Zhang Fan once thought that this was a chicken soup text, but now he thinks it is true, and he himself is an example.

Zhang Fan, who was already a 10,000-yuan household, came to the living room, and after seeing his father Zhang Youwei sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and watching "Focus Interview", he couldn't help but ask: "Dad, don't you cook?"

Zhang Fan has not eaten since he was reborn, and now his stomach is "growling" in protest.

Zhang Youwei glanced at Zhang Fan deeply. "You've been in this bath long enough. ”

Zhang Fan smiled wryly. "Soak in the bathtub for a while. ”

Zhang Youwei immediately straightened his body, and said to Zhang Fan in a serious tone: "I have told you many times to save water, and you have taken the words of me and your mother as wind in your ears?"

Zhang Fan sniffed, and he smelled a smell of egg soup.

Turning around, he turned to look at his mother Lu Jing, who had just come out of the kitchen, wiped her hand on her apron, and was about to speak.

couldn't help laughing, and said softly: "Mom, the egg soup you made is still so fragrant." ”

Lu Jing looked into her son's eyes, and she saw in his eyes for a long time that she liked it, not hated it.

That was what her son, who was still in elementary school, had seen it a long time ago.

Later, as Zhang Fan grew older, he rebelled against his strict education, and the mother and son rarely said anything after they met.

Lu Jing knows that this is the so-called generation gap and estrangement, but as a teacher, she has no way to erase its existence.

She knows the truth, but she doesn't know how to do it.

And now, the deep chasm that stretched between himself and his son seemed to suddenly cease to exist, as if it had never existed.

Lu Jing wiped her hands on her apron again, and said to Zhang Fan with a smile: "Go wash your hands and eat! Mom knows that you like to soak in soup and rice, so she specially made egg and tomato soup." ”

Zhang Youwei also stood up and prepared to open a bottle of liquor.

Today he is in a good mood and wants to have a drink.

Zhang Fan's family of three had a simple and warm dinner.

In hundreds of thousands of families in Guangming City, this is an insignificant meal.

However, for Zhang Fan's family, it is indeed a meal of great significance.

Zhang Fan had dinner with his parents for a long time.

The rainstorm stopped, Jiang Lanqing listened to the quarrel from the living room, put on headphones and started to write homework.

Bai Xue sat on the sofa with her mother, glanced at the dining table that was already full of food, and then at the closed security door.

Guangming City is a city with a population of more than one million, and how many people ask for a warm dinner but can't.

Zhang Fan didn't know all this, he returned to his room after eating, locked the door, and carefully studied his system.

Looking at the "Withdraw" button on the translucent screen in front of him, Zhang Fan got up and closed the curtain, and then entered the number "10000" and clicked down.

A stack of hundred-dollar bills appeared out of thin air on his bed.

Zhang Fan counted it, and it was exactly 10,000 yuan.