"Actually, others are not bad, except that they are more timid and like to pretend to be ghosts." Wicker looked at the big immortal who disappeared into the grass and said lightly.

Zhang Yi patted Wicker's shoulder, and then glanced at the weeds that were blown to the side by the wind, "He's not a ghost in full disguise, he really has some magical powers, let's go!" ”

When I returned to the old house, the sun had set.

The demolition here is almost over, and according to the plan, their house should be demolished next month, so the house must be cleaned and moved out of here this month.

The demolition resettlement community is near a relatively remote industrial zone outside the second ring road of Jialin City, Zhang Yi got two houses of more than 100 square meters and 3 million, but the house key has not yet arrived, otherwise Zhang Yi would not feel the economic tension.

It's six o'clock in the afternoon, and according to the time, Li Xiaoya should go to work.

With a creaking sound, the door was pushed open, and Zhang Yi instinctively glanced around after entering the room, and sure enough, he didn't see any trace of Li Xiaoya.

She really went to work, and when he thought of Li Xiaoya's class, he suddenly felt a little lost, a little uncomfortable, and a little sour, but he didn't know why he felt this way.

Zhang Yi sat on the sofa and found a note on the coffee table: "If you come back, remember to wash your hands first and then eat, take the food in the pot by yourself, and remember to unplug it first when you take it." ”

Zhang Yi shook his head and smiled bitterly, he felt that this woman had really changed a lot recently, and the first meeting with him was simple and completely like two people, but he liked this feeling, because it made him feel the warmth of home more, and it proved that the meaning of his life was to have a home, at least he thought so.

Zhang Yi walked to the kitchen and found that the rice cooker display light was in a state of insulation, and he opened the lid to find a bowl of braised pork and a plate of mapo tofu in the steamer above, and steaming rice underneath.

To be honest, the food doesn't taste very good, and it's even a little salty, but Zhang Yi thinks it tastes, and the taste of home may be like this!

At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yi lay on the bed and looked at the stars outside the window in a daze, while the little bird stood on the edge of the bed and kept combing his feathers with his beak.

After this incident, the birthmark on his hand changed again, the edges were further blurred, and the further expansion was expanded, but the outline of this birthmark could not be seen clearly, maybe it was not enough!

The door was pushed, and Li Xiaoya staggered in with a tired body, carrying a plastic bag in her hand, which seemed to contain some fruit.

Today she didn't wear makeup, she dressed no different from a woman from a good family, and even wore a pair of sneakers that she had never seen before, which made Zhang Yi feel a little puzzled, because although she hadn't been with her for a long time, she had never seen her go to work without makeup, after all, they ate this bowl of rice.

As soon as Li Xiaoya entered the door and saw Zhang Yi lying on the bed, she was instantly tired, she rushed into the room excitedly and hugged Zhang Yi, and kept saying: "You are finally back, let's eat, how does it taste, are things done outside...... ”

Chirping, Li Xiaoya at this moment is like a sparrow flying around him.

Zhang Yi nodded silently, and suddenly he smelled a heavy smell of sweat emanating from Li Xiaoya's body. Why is this happening, in my impression, Li Xiaoya always exudes the smell of perfume, why is she covered with sweat today.

"What are you busy with, why are you sweating?"

Li Xiaoya let go of Zhang Yi and turned her head, her hands were very unnaturally groping on her trouser legs, "I, I forgot to tell you, I changed jobs, you won't blame me!" ”

Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment, and then said softly, "How come, I have this intention, I don't know what I was like with you before, but now I really want you to stay away from this industry and be a ......." ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Yi became a little overwhelmed, he didn't know what words to use to describe her previous job, for fear that a word would hurt her self-esteem.

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Li Xiaoya's two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks, the men he had seen over the years had all left in a hurry after venting on him, no feelings, no warmth, some were just venting and strangers after venting.

In this kind of environment without any feelings, talking about feelings will inevitably become a joke, so he desperately tries to make money and treats himself as an inflatable doll that makes money.

"Why are you crying" Zhang Yi raised his hand and gently wiped the tears from Li Xiaoya's cheeks.

"I didn't cry." After Li Xiaoya finished speaking, she walked straight to the front of the box, opened the box, took out two passbooks from it, and handed them to Zhang Yi.

"This one is the money I have saved over the years, there are more than 1.2 million, and this one is the compensation that the developer gave to our family when you are not there in the past few days, and I will hand it all over to you now."

"What are you doing for me?" Zhang Yi pushed back a little stunned.

"This house will be completely demolished next month, and we will move out in a few days, and I have already rented a two-bedroom house next to your studio, and we will move in a few days. Then there are several new real estate in the second ring road in the south of the city that are about to open, the house price is 121,000 square meters, we use this money to buy a house for decoration, part of it for you to expand the scale of the studio, and the demolition and resettlement of two suites we use to rent out are you optimistic? ”

Li Xiaoya's eyebrows fluttered, she seemed to have forgotten all about the divorce she was in a hurry with Zhang Yi not long ago, and seemed to accept this man, and he didn't even ask this man if he was willing.

Would you like to? Zhang Yi didn't know, but he felt good now. In this impetuous society, the premise of marrying a wife is to have a car and a house, and this Li Xiaoya, who originally regarded money as her life, and Li Xiaoya, who was originally going to divorce him, not only did not take the money, but also invested her own money to help Zhang Yi rebuild a home and a career.

Zhang Yi finally determined a formula in simple interpersonal relationships, home, her.

He stretched out his hand and stroked Li Xiaoya's sweat-soaked hair lovingly, "Okay, listen to you"

Li Xiaoya jumped up happily like a child, kissed Zhang Yi's face, and then walked into the bathroom.

Looking at Li Xiaoya's bouncing back, he suddenly felt that this woman was not only cute, but also a little beautiful.

In the early morning of another day, Zhang Yi walked to the largest residential area around with a large stack of leaflets, now that the college entrance examination is over, the admission notice for those who have been admitted, and those who have not been admitted may choose art students, which is a good enrollment opportunity.

The wicker was fine, Zhang Yi hired the wicker with a fritter, and the two decided to spend a day exploring all the surrounding communities.

As the so-called morning market and evening market, Zhang Yi decided to guard the import and export of a vegetable market with Wicker in the morning to distribute leaflets to promote the enrollment of his studio.

Zhang Yi felt that he had failed too much in his previous life, and he must struggle in this life, to open a bigger studio, or even a chain.

Although the city of Jialin is not big, the surrounding environment is good, walking on the road in the morning, the green next to it exudes fresh air and makes people feel refreshed.

"Try! Struggle! Zhang Yi followed the example of his favorite movie star Stephen Chow and shouted twice at the lake.

"Try! Struggle" A voice floated from a distance, like his echo, Zhang Yi looked up and saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy under a tree about ten meters away from him.

The boy was wearing a blue school uniform, which looked a little large, and wore it on his body as if it were hanging on a hanger.

Seeing Zhang Yi looking at him, the boy put the book aside and looked at him with a smile. "Uncle, are you handing out flyers?" The boy spoke, and it was clear that he had seen the flyer in Zhang Yi's hand and had made a guess.

Zhang Yi nodded and sat down on the stone bench next to the boy. "I'm an art teacher, and I'm sending flyers to my own studio for admission," Zhang Yi finished speaking, and handed the one to the young man.

The boy took the flyer, glanced at it, his face became gloomy, and he muttered in a deep voice, "Do you teachers and adults think that you can only achieve results if you work hard, even if this student has no talent for learning?" ”

The boy stared at Zhang Yi with a cold look, waiting for Zhang Yi's answer.

Zhang Yi sighed and stood up, picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the lake, and the calm lake instantly rippled layer by layer.

"Look, this water."