This foreigner's Mandarin is no longer a question of whether it is good or not, but if Zhuang Yan doesn't look at him, he can't hear it at all, this will be a foreigner.

"Oh, I'm just looking around. Zhuang Yan said with a smile.

The boss was used to hearing this, and still smiled and said, "It looks like Mr. is interested in this Christmas tree?"

Zhuang Yan shook his head and said, "I'm not interested, I just think that your Christmas tree is too small, and it's a plastic tree, a little too casual." ”

The boss was stunned for a moment, and said embarrassedly: "This can't be helped, the place in the store is too small, and the fir trees can't find a place to cut them, so they can only use this to make up." ”

Zhuang Yan said casually that it didn't matter to him how this tree was, so he smiled and prepared to walk away.

But as soon as he left, the boss suddenly said: "This gentleman, have I seen you somewhere, I always feel that you are a little familiar." ”

"Oh, is it?" Zhuang Yan tried to behave as normal as possible, and said with a smile: "I am a public face, many people have said this, and some people say that I look like Zhang Xueyou." ”

Zhang Xueyou is a movie star and very famous, the boss stared at Zhuang Yan for a while, and shook his head: "I don't feel like Zhang Xueyou, you have a more tumid nose, his nose is higher, his eyes are bigger, and his eyebrows seem to be thicker, which is very different." ”

Zhuang Yan rolled his eyes, even if this foreigner speaks Chinese fluently, he can't become a Chinese, and his heart is too dead.

"I'm sorry, I still have some things to do, so I'm going to go first. ”

After Zhuang Yan walked away, the boss who was standing in the same place shouted with his forehead: "Oh, I said why does it look so familiar, it turns out that it looks a bit like Hu Qiusheng, but Hu Qiu grows a little fuller......"

If Zhuang Yan heard this, he would definitely have to scold his mother, and he had to ask himself why he didn't grow full enough?

……

Because there were too many things to buy, Zhuang Yan could only buy a little and send a little to the car, and it took several trips back and forth to finally buy the things.

After shopping, Zhuang Yan went down to get the car, at this time the road conditions had begun to have some problems, and the cars did not dare to drive too fast because of the snow.

Finally arrived home safely, Zhuang Yan moved things upstairs again and again, and when everything was done, Zhuang Yan was also exhausted and sat on the sofa.

Just didn't sit for a while, the mobile phone suddenly rang, Zhuang Yan picked it up and saw that it was a message from Ren Lian, she said that after Zhuang Yan left, she found that the scarf had not been returned to him, thinking that she would have time to give him the scarf in two days.

Zhuang Yan didn't say much, and replied with a "good" that was over.

But then another message came over there, which was longer than the previous one, probably some words of thanks, saying that he was grateful to Zhuang Yan for helping him so much, and he was sorry for being so troublesome Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan felt that this Miss Ren was a little too polite, and said this little thing so solemnly, Zhuang Yan had to reply again, "It's okay, don't take it to heart" before giving up.

The phone was put aside, and Zhuang Yan sat on the sofa and looked outside.

There is only one glass door between the living room and the balcony, and you can sit in the living room and see the snow outside.

Fortunately, although the balcony is open-air, a piece of transparent glass is also installed on the top to block the rain and snow, so that the balcony can avoid the trouble of snow.

Otherwise, Zhuang Yan would have to move the flowers and plants on the balcony back, otherwise they would be buried by the heavy snow, and there would be very few survivors.

In fact, there are not many survivors now, these flowers and plants were all made by Chen Jiaqing when she was there, and she usually spends a large part of her time tending to these flowers and plants.

When I left, maybe it was because these flowers and plants were inconvenient to bring, or maybe I wanted to leave something for Zhuang Yan, so I didn't take them with me.

However, Zhuang Yan, a lazy man, asked him to serve these flowers and plants is too demanding, at the beginning, he sometimes thinks about watering, and then it is easy to forget after a long time.

Some flowers and plants with tenacious vitality may still be able to hold on until Zhuang Yan watered them, while those with less tenacious vitality will not work, and finally bow their heads on the road of revolution and slowly return to dust.

Every time Zhuang Yan saw those dead flowers and plants, he couldn't help but sigh, it was really natural selection, survival of the fittest.

However, the dead are all good-looking, but those who remain are ugly, and there is a hint of some truth in the dark.

The design of this house is very good, at least Zhuang Yan is very satisfied, especially this open-air balcony. Zhuang Yan decided to buy this house with a little more money in hand after a while, and renting a house all the time always made him lack a sense of security.

He didn't have a home, and it would be miserable if he didn't even have a house.

This old thinking may have originated from the persecution of China's real estate in the 21st century, because he still had more than one million yuan in the mortgage before he crossed over.

When he first crossed over, he even thought about whether he would urge him to pay if he couldn't repay the mortgage when he crossed over, but he was worried about it.

Half-lying on the sofa, Zhuang Yan's thoughts suddenly drifted from the heavy snow and flowers to the house, and then thought of Chen Jiaqing and Xiaoying, as well as the few books he had written recently.

Thinking about it, Zhuang Yan fell asleep on the sofa.

……

"When I left home, I quietly took away more than just cash from my father's study...... It seems a bit too plain to tell you this, but I want to tell you about a young man named Raven......"

Zhuang Yan opened his eyes again and saw a young man sitting cross-legged in front of him, talking with a lazy expression.

This is not the first time Zhuang Yan has encountered this kind of scene, so he was not very surprised, but asked with a smile: "What is your name, what is our dream now?"

Zhuang Yan didn't really think that the other party would be able to answer this kind of question, because this young man was likely to be the same as Holden last time, and he would only talk to himself.

But to Zhuang Yan's surprise, hearing Zhuang Yan's question, the young man was stunned for a moment, "What is this problem, we are not dreaming." ”

Zhuang Yan was stunned at this time, but he soon recovered and asked again, "What's your name?"

The question was normal, and the teenager replied: "My name is Kafka." ”

Zhuang Yan was startled, what the hell, this kid's name is Kafka? But then he didn't think about it right, he looked like he had black hair and black eyes, he was a yellow man, and he was definitely not that Kafka.

And...... He seems to speak Japanese.

Japanese, Kafka, a young man named a crow, Zhuang Yan's eyelids jumped, and suddenly remembered a book, he squinted his eyes and asked, "Your name is Tamura Kafka?"

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