Hong Jinqiu looked at Fan Zhuang and smiled: "No, do you know that you are different from others?" ”

Fan Zhuang stretched out his hand and pointed to himself: "Who?" I? Not the same? How is it different? ”

Hong Jinqiu put his arm on Fan Zhuang's shoulder: "Come, look at my eyes." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Fan Zhuang looked at Hong Jinqiu's eyes inexplicably.

Hong Jinqiu asked him, "Do you feel anything?" ”

Fan Zhuang stared at him carefully, and frowned: "Well, in fact, I found out when we met for the first time, you and I are not the same." ”

Hong Jinqiu looked at him with some surprise: "Why is it different?" You talk about it. ”

Fan Zhuang stretched out his hand and pointed at him: "Your eyes are light brown, a bit like Huang Xiaxia, hey, you are actually mixed-race, right?" ”

Hong Jinqiu slapped his hand away: "I don't understand to you, you are the first person I met who didn't react to me." ”

Fan Zhuang frowned, a little unable to react to the meaning of his words, and after a long time, he asked, "What, what do you mean?" ”

Hong Jinqiu sighed and smiled: "You don't understand, do you want to go home now?" ”

Fan Zhuang was reminded by him that he remembered that he was not in a hurry to go home, he nodded, and asked rhetorically, "What about you?" ”

Hong Jingang smiled slightly: "Naturally, I also went home." ”

Fan Zhuang followed him side by side to the side of the road, and when he reached the side of the road, he stretched out his hand to stop the car and said, "Where do you live?" If you stop by, I'll give you a little bit. ”

Hong Jinqiu refused: "No need, at night, I usually take the trail when I go home, you go, I won't send you." ”

Hong Jinqiu turned around and left.

Fan Zhuang looked at his back, reached out and rubbed his temples, he had a terrible headache, he drank too much wine.

When he opened his eyes in the morning, Fan Zhuang was surprised to find that he was sleeping on a bench in the park, covered with a few newspapers, and looked no different from a person living on the street.

What's going on? He sat up, the newspaper slipped to the ground, it was already dawn, not far from the park came from the square song that the uncle and aunt loved to play during the morning exercise, his location should be relatively remote, and he didn't see anyone passing by here for a while.

Fan Zhuang got up from the chair, stretched out his hand and pressed his head, vaguely remembering the incident about last night, he clearly remembered that after he separated from Hong Jinqiu, he took a taxi home, how could he come here?

It was a little cold in the morning, and he shivered, picked up the newspaper that had fallen on the ground, and threw it into the garbage bin next to him.

The money and mobile phone in his pocket are still there, fortunately, he was not stolen in the middle of the night, Fan Zhuang looked at the time, stupid, half past eight in the morning, it's over, he forgot to call home last night, and the family can't tell how to be in a hurry.

Fan Zhuang was in a hurry, and hurriedly trotted out of the park and took a taxi home.

rushed all the way into the house, Fan's mother sat on the sofa in the living room next to Fan's father, picking beans while watching TV, Fan Yingying poked her head out when she heard movement in the kitchen, and Han Sicheng came out of the toilet.

A room full of four people looked at him.

Fan Zhuang was stunned, changed his shoes and entered the house, thinking about how to explain that he didn't go home last night: "I'm back." ”

Fan's mother threw the picked beans into the pot: "Ah, I see, why did you come back so early?" ”

Fan Zhuang was stunned, Fan's mother didn't mock him.

Fan Yingying also asked: "I thought you would be able to come back at noon, did you eat in the morning?" It seems that there is still a bowl of porridge left. ”

"Huh?" Fan Zhuang walked into the living room.

Han Sicheng turned into the kitchen and asked Fan Yingying: "Will you push your uncle downstairs for a while?" ”

Fan Yingying wiped her hands and came out: "Okay." ”

Before Fan Zhuang came back, he didn't know how to explain, but when he waited for no one to take care of him, he was a little awkward, and he couldn't help asking: "No, I didn't come back this night, so no one cares about me?" ”

After he finished speaking, Fan's mother glanced at him in surprise: "What is there to care about, didn't you call back last night and say that you lived at a friend's house?" ”

"Who?" Fan Zhuang frowned: "I hit?" ”

Fan's mother glared at him: "Didn't you beat him!" Said that you were having fun and were going to a friend's house to talk about it. ”

Fan Zhuang paused, and suddenly realized his expression: "Ah, I remembered, isn't that what happened!" ”

Fan's mother stared at him: "You drank with them again last night, right?" With such a smell, is it all broken in my head? ”

Fan Zhuang smiled: "I just drank two sips, I didn't dare to touch more, otherwise I would still be able to find a home this morning." ”

Fan's mother muttered two sentences, this matter can be regarded as a turning page, Fan Yingying picked up the kung fu of pushing Fan's father downstairs for a walk, grabbed Fan Zhuang, and the two followed from a distance.

Fan Yingying asked him, "What's the matter?" Where the hell did you go last night? Why don't you remember this after making the phone call yourself? ”

Fan Zhuang didn't intend to lie in front of Fan Yingying, and said honestly: "Don't mention it, I 。。。。。。 last night ”

Fan Zhuang told him about meeting Hong Jinqiu, and he wondered: "I obviously remember that after saying goodbye to him, I took a taxi back, but as soon as I opened my eyes in the morning, I was lying on a park chair." ”

Fan Yingying didn't think much about it, and instructed him: "In the future, I have nothing to do, don't always drink to death with whoever pours you." ”

Fan Zhuang nodded and smiled in agreement: "I know, when I come back in the morning, I still don't know how to explain it to you." ”

Fan Yingying glanced at him and shouted at Han Sicheng and Fan's father, "You two will wander around first, and Fan Zhuang and I will go over there for a walk." ”

Han Sicheng waved his hand in agreement.

Fan Yingying took Fan Zhuang to the beef noodle shop outside the community, and there was nothing left in the breakfast shop.

Fan Yingying ordered two bowls of noodles, one bowl in front of Fan Zhuang and one bowl beside herself: "I didn't eat in the morning, were you hungry?" ”

Fan Zhuang stretched out his hand and rubbed his stomach through his clothes: "Don't say it, it's a little panicked." ”

Fan Yingying helped him take the chopsticks: "Eat quickly, drink some hot soup to feel better." ”

After finishing speaking, he turned to Bian An and said, "Try it, this is called beef noodles, and the soup is delicious." ”

Bian An nodded with a smile, and after eating two bites of noodles in a row, he suddenly asked, "Auntie, why does my uncle smell of a fox?" ”

When Bian An spoke, Fan Yingying was holding a tissue and handing it to Fan Zhuang, eating a bowl of noodles and splashing soup.

Waiting for Fan Zhuang to take the tissue, Fan Yingying turned around and asked Bian An, "Huh?" What did you say? ”

Bian An looked at Fan Zhuang: "Uncle has a faint smell of foxes. ”

What is this called? Fan Yingying didn't understand, and asked him again: "What do you mean by this?" ”

Bian Anhe pointed to Fan Zhuang's shoulder: "Oh, it turned out to be because there was fox fur." ”

Fan Yingying looked over and saw that Fan Zhuang was still wearing tomorrow's set of clothes, he had just returned home, and before he had time to change, Fan's father was about to go downstairs for a walk. (To be continued.) )