Lao Li sat up and heard Yang Fei'er crying in the living room, so he jumped out of bed and was about to go out, but he turned around again, opened the wardrobe next to him, found the clothes, put them on, and walked out.

Yang Fei'er was already crying so much that it rained, Lao Li came to her side, sat down, and hugged her gently, but she struggled and pinned her little face to the side.

Lao Li was stunned for a moment, thinking, for himself, this thing is perfect, but for Yang Fei'er, it is not so perfect!

Isn't he being too selfish?

But when I think about it, what is love? Isn't it my own feelings? I don't look for love for the feelings of others!

If he said that he went to Zhang Baoxiu tonight, even if he gave one in the future, it was a perfect ceremony in Yang Fei'er's own opinion, but did he feel at ease?

But he also thought, isn't he going to be a male lion? How can he treat Zhang Baoxiu like this?

Let's take care of the people around you first, he sighed, thinking.

"It's all yours, but eat a little in the morning and a little in the evening, what is there to cry about?" Lao Li helped her wipe her tears and said.

Suddenly;

Yang Fei'er "snorted!"

I'm in a good mood!

"You hate it!" she twisted Lao Li's waist fiercely.

Lao Li shouted in pain!

Yang Fei'er was very happy!

began to be coquettish;

The relationship between the two has reached this level, and Yang Fei'er is not as reserved to him as before, pretending to have a good image or something.

Of course, anyone can pretend to be! It's just that some people hide their shortcomings, and some people strive for perfection on the basis of their advantages, and Yang Fei'er is the latter.

"I'm going to have a big meal!" Yang Fei'er said, "You do it for me now!"

"Huh, what do you want to eat?" asked Lao Li.

"Eat grilled chicken wings and fruit salad!" Yang Fei'er finished speaking, and her mouth curled.

"Grilled chicken wings, then you wait, I'll go out and buy them for you!" Lao Li said.

"No!" Yang Fei'er grabbed his arm: "I want you to do it yourself!"

"But there are no tools!" Lao Li grabbed his hair.

"I don't care, I just want you to do it, I'm hungry, you have to take responsibility!" After speaking, she covered her small mouth and smiled.

Lao Li looked at her little nose that was still red and had not recovered, and felt pity for Dasheng in his heart, and said, "Okay! I'll do it for you now, you wait, I'll go to the supermarket to buy tools!" After speaking, he stood up, walked to the door, turned around again, and gave her a flying kiss: "Baby, you can watch the TV series first!"

Lao Li drove his car to look for a supermarket on the street, and suddenly he slapped his forehead: "I'm a bastard, who said that there must be barbecue grills and charcoal to sell in the supermarket?"

Then he drove the car in one direction, but patted his forehead again: "It's still a bastard, the barbecue restaurant is just a grill, or the treasure of the town store, how much money is estimated not to sell, really give tens of thousands of yuan, and I will be wronged." Although it is worth tens of thousands of yuan for Yang Fei'er, there are other ways, why not find a stall?"

He drove the car to a small barbecue spread in his memory, it was already night, and at eight or nine o'clock, the boss was grilling lamb skewers, and there were several young people standing next to the shelf.

Lao Li stopped the car, got out, walked to the boss's barbecue grill, took out Yuxi, took out two cigarettes, and handed them to the boss, who was stunned and caught it.

Lao Li took a piece of charcoal with a tongs on the barbecue grill and lit it.

Then he asked, "Boss, how is the business?"

The boss also lit a cigarette with charcoal, and said while flipping the lamb skewers: "It's okay!"

"Oh, how much can I earn in one night, by the way, give me 5 skewers of mutton!" Lao Li said.

The boss looked at Lao Li's car a few meters away, took five more skewers of new meat, and said, "It's not much, dozens of yuan." ”

"Oh, is the investment too big, such as equipment depreciation or something?" asked Lao Li deliberately.

"What depreciation do you want, the shelves aren't worth a few dollars!" replied the boss, handing the roasted meat to the waiting young man.

"Oh, I think this shelf is almost an antique, right?" said Lao Li again.

"What an antique, I also transferred it to me by someone else! A set down, it is only 80 yuan, the picture is auspicious, but a little pig iron, the true value is estimated to be more than ten or twenty yuan. The boss said.

The set he was talking about was a barbecue rack, tongs, or a thick barbed wire fence on the shelf.

"Oh, I'm going to have a picnic tomorrow, so how about you transfer me for a full set of 580 yuan and get lucky?"

The boss smiled: "What am I selling it for? Besides, 580 yuan is not the top of the use, although I can only earn a few dozen yuan a night, but I can also have about 2,000 yuan a month." The boss said.

When Lao Li thought about it, I didn't believe that there was no cat that didn't eat fishy, just to see if the fishy smell was enough.

"Then let's do it, give me 2888 yuan, you don't have to work for a month, spend a few days to get another one! I'm sincere, it's a bastard not to take advantage of it!"

The boss was stunned for a moment, saw that he was serious, looked at his car again, handed a few roasted ones to the last waiting young man, put a few skewers of Lao Li's meat back into the meat pile, then picked up the tongs, dialed the charcoal fire, and said: "Okay, here you go, out 3,000 pieces, this meat and seasonings, and a little charcoal will be given to you!"

Lao Li didn't hesitate, took out his wallet, counted out 3,100 yuan, and handed it to him: "Help me send it home, it's only two miles away." ”

The boss quickly counted the money and found that it was 3,100, so he smiled and said, "Yes, I will send it to your home!"

"Okay, don't put out these charcoal fires, I'll go home and practice first!"

"Whatever you want!" said the boss.

So Lao Li held a while, stopped for a while, and waited for the boss behind him to push the barbecue grill and slowly follow.

Half an hour;

"It's here, okay, thank you, master!" When he was at the door of the house, the charcoal fire was still red.

"You're welcome!" The boss seemed to take advantage of it, felt very happy, got into the elevator, and left.

Lao Li took out the key, knocked on the door, twisted it open, and found Yang Fei'er running over from the sofa happily, looking at everything, and let out an exclamation.

"Yifan, who are you?" Yang Fei'er pointed to the barbecue grill, the unextinguished charcoal, tongs, thick barbed wire, hundreds of lamb and beef that had not been roasted.

And a broken fan!

"Fortunately, I got the equipment!Daughter-in-law, let me go, I'll drive to the balcony, and our barbecue party will begin!"

Watching Lao Li push the barbecue grill past the living room and walk forward, listening to the squeaky sound of the iron wheels of the shelf, Yang Fei'er sniffed her little nose, and her eyes moistened all of a sudden.

Subsequently, the charcoal fire burned Yang Fei'er's little face red, and even her little hands, which were as white and tender as jade onions, were also stained with the black of charcoal.

"Wow! It's still delicious meat roasted by my daughter-in-law!What should I do? But fortunately, I married home, and I will have to eat it every day in the future!" Lao Li opened his mouth and took a piece of mutton roasted by Yang Fei'er.

Yang Fei'er smiled and narrowed her eyes, and the look that came out of her eyes was like a star in the sky.

She also forgot that the chicken wings became lamb skewers;

And the fruit salad didn't get it ready!

However, this is already insignificant!

Because no one is perfect!

Late at night, Lao Li sat in the gym;

Yang Fei'er was already in the bedroom with a sweet smile, reproducing her happiness in her dreams.

Lao Li sorted out his breathing and sitting posture, and then like an old monk, he remained motionless, and the wonderful scene of Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly in bed at night made him fall into deep thought. Is it a butterfly or Zhuang Zhou? Suddenly he seems to have a big realization, yes, what is the attachment? Zhuang Zhou is a butterfly, and a butterfly is Zhuang Zhou! Then he thought, there is no suffering, how can there be happiness? There is no light, where is salty? There is no near, where is it far? There is no giving, where does it come from? There is no movement, where is it quiet? There is no beginning, where does it come to the end? There is no nothing, where does there be? Without me, where can he come from?

So, why should I cling to the Skyclave that the chick said?

As soon as he thought of this, Lao Li immediately entered a wonderful scene again, as if he had turned into a particle, drifted away, and merged into this endless time and space.

It's as if all this, you are the world, the world is yourself, and you don't separate each other anymore.

"Bang bang bang!" a voice seemed to come from infinity away, or infinitely close.

What's going on?

Lao Li felt as if countless of himself had been sucked by a black hole, retracting to the center like lightning.

He shuddered, and once again experienced the feeling of numbness and numbness all over his body, as if every pore was breathing.

"Yifan, Yifan, are you in there?"

Lao Li stood up, walked barefoot to the door, pulled away, and saw Yang Fei'er wearing her hair and looking at him lazily with big eyes.

"How did you lock yourself in there?" asked Yang Damei.