When I woke up early the next day, Yizhen lay on the bed and thought about whether to go out to buy porridge or cook it himself.

Sneaking into the embers' bedroom and looking, she hadn't gotten up yet, there were no new ingredients in the refrigerator, only a red tomato glared at her. I counted it carefully, and it seemed that the side dishes of the week were all tomatoes.

For her and Liang Xi, tomatoes are considered a staple food, as are potatoes in some places. When the two lived together in high school, they were too lazy to learn to cook, so they simply ate tomato scrambled eggs for two months, and they didn't know if they couldn't get tired of eating them, or if they were really true love.

But this meatless and unhappy young master actually ate without saying a word, and ate vegetables for a week, and his face was probably green. Thinking of his secretly aggrieved appearance, Yizhen couldn't help laughing.

In fact, buying porridge is also a lot of effort, and the porridge of only one porridge shop within a radius of ten miles can be named "porridge", which is not like paste. It's a bit far, and the porridge is simmered slowly, it's really slow.

Yizhen first called and ordered a porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork and glutinous rice and taro porridge, as well as a hot green vegetables and baked cakes, and then grinded and chirped and walked out.

When I arrived at the store, the porridge had not yet come out of the pot, and I really saw that the old man was slow, and I was in a hurry. The old man wrung the towel handle and smiled: "There is nothing urgent." My wife was deceived by this porridge, and the process of slow cooking, the thoughts of the people who cooked the porridge were all in it. ”

It's really still in a hurry, the phone suddenly rang, and when it was opened, it was a text message, without signature, only one sentence: "How are you doing recently?"

His hands trembled, and he really knew that it was Wang Tong.

He's a mixed bag. Last time, she was disgusted, and this time she was guilty, because she didn't know how to cook porridge. Now she is not in a hurry, remembering that Wang Tong once went to the restaurant outside the school to borrow the kitchen and simmered the porridge for an afternoon.

Shaking her head, like a captured prisoner of war, she was deeply afraid. In fact, he is still selfish, unable to resist his determination to become a lover, and can't care about the passivity of the other party when he is on the defensive. It's not something a friend can do.

"Won't you go to the company today?", Ember drank the porridge slowly, and praised: "It tastes good." ”

"I'll go to you when I'm done. Yizhen still wanted to go to the café after coming out of Fu Yuanyuan's house, but at this moment he retreated.

Ember picked up a chopsticks of shredded meat and distributed them to her bowl, with a green face: "Have I done something wrong recently?"

"Nope. "Yizhen picked up the shredded meat and checked if there was any fat.

"Then why are you doing this to me!" Night Ember couldn't bear it: "Even eat a week of green vegetables, you feed the sheep!"

Yizhen was stunned, and he didn't look over his head weakly, and couldn't help but snicker: "Who made you eat without squeaking." ”

"Oh. He was unhappy, and he caught her mistakes and argued with reason, and he didn't pull Yizhen to theorize, "Look, I'm all thin, will you take care of people." ”

Yizhen rolled his eyes: "Wasn't that bean sprout a ...... at the beginning?"

"Bean sprouts have canned tuna!" he couldn't take it anymore: "I don't think I'm as good as a cat." ”

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. Yizhen jumped on the electronic scale: "Ah, I lost two pounds." ”

"You're going to be skinny, Biandan. ”

"Shut up, musclefrog. ”

"Look for a hammer. He glanced at her, caught up, and captured her alive in a few steps.

"If you don't leave, you'll be late!" was pressed and scratched for a long time, Yizhen laughed and pushed him: "Heavy!"

"Just kiss it. He lowered his head and gently sucked on her lips, but still did not move, insisting that she take the initiative to kiss him. So Yizhen cheekily kissed him several times, and someone finally consummated. He whistled, forgot to shave his beard, and went out like a fool.

When Yizhen arrived at Fu Yuanyuan's house, he was ten minutes late, and he couldn't take care of makeup, and he didn't want Fu Yuanyuan to be more yin, so he didn't even get out of bed. Yizhen called her, Fu Yuanyuan seemed to be angry to get up, and she actually hung up with her backhand.

How embarrassing. Yizhen made another call, but Fu Yuanyuan didn't answer, and appeared at the door with a messy hair, drooping her eyelids, like a long-haired dog.

"My uncle went to the supermarket, did you have breakfast?"

Yizhen hurriedly replied "eaten", Fu Yuanyuan didn't look awake, slowly brewed two cups of coffee, and then went to the bedroom to get the letter.

Fu Yuanyuan's home is very large, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are tightly closed, without a trace of light. There are also a few paintings hanging on the wall, all of which are hung with a light layer of dust, and there is an upright piano in the corner of the living room.

"Ten letters, I have sorted them all by date. Fu Yuanyuan saw that Yizhen was staring at the painting on the wall, and smiled: "Don't worry, I still keep the one you gave me, these are all painted by myself." ”

I was really embarrassed, so I took it open and looked at it, but I really couldn't understand a word.

"My dad is a master of Chinese studies, and what he likes is ancient Chinese, and he still ponders ancient English. ”

Yizhen was also stunned: "I didn't know that my mother still knew Old English." ”

Fu Yuanyuan took a sip of coffee: "What are you going to do with these letters?"

Yizhen shook his head: "I don't think the content of this letter is simple. ”

Fu Yuanyuan nodded: "But maybe nothing, I'll show you something." ”

Yizhen followed Fu Yuanyuan to the study on the second floor, which had not been cleaned for a long time, Fu Yuanyuan took out a book from the bookshelf and opened it, with a photo inside. It is an intimate photo of a man and a woman, and the woman on it is also Weiran.

Could this man be Fu Yuanyuan's father? Yizhen flickered, and sure enough, Fu Yuanyuan bowed: "My father and your mother used to be in a relationship, and they have always gotten along as friends. ”

"But if it's a simple letter, there's no need for you to give it to me, and a love letter is even more impossible. "I really can't figure it out.

"Then you can figure it out for yourself. Fu Yuanyuan closed the book, heard the door knocking, and pulled Yizhen excitedly: "It should be my uncle back." ”

Yizhen followed Fu Yuanyuan to the second floor, and there was an old man reading a newspaper sitting on the sofa, about sixty. Hearing this, he turned around, "This is Miss Yi, hello." ”

Yizhen also greeted with a smile, and after thinking about it for so many days, Yizhen guessed that the old man should have wanted to see her, so he pricked up his ears and listened intently.

"This is my dad's good friend, a geneticist, you can follow me and call Uncle Shen. Fu Yuanyuan made another cup of Pu'er, and she really saw it in her eyes. This title is naturally like Fu Yuanyuan's sentence "I am four years older than you, just call me Sister Fu." "Yizhen is even more determined that this old man has an opinion about her.

The face looked meticulous, the thin lips were almost straight, and the nose pads with silver glasses were filled with mountain roots, and it looked like a mixed race.

"I know your mother. Shen Changbai said in a straight voice, "I saw you once before I went abroad, two or three years old, I don't remember, it's been twenty years in a flash." ”

Yizhen smiled and nodded. In front of the elders, the juniors have to stand back, and if they are in a hurry to grow up, they will not respect the elderly.