The sky was getting brighter, and Xia Ke, who got up early in the morning, went downstairs to make breakfast, and saw the three people piled up in the corner of the sofa, and Kazi and Po Luomo were lying on Yang Qingnan's body, sleeping quietly. She couldn't get enough of it, and quietly filmed this scene with her mobile phone, becoming one of her many collections.

With that, Xia Ke left the hall and went to the kitchen, of course, making breakfast is the most important thing.

A few minutes later, the rich smell of baked tortillas wafted from the kitchen, and the air filled the hall. Yang Qingnan woke up in his sleep, he pushed away the two sleeping piglets pressed on his body, and staggered towards the kitchen.

Xia Ke, who was wearing a floral apron, was cooking vegetable soup while humming a small song, and when she saw Yang Qingnan coming in, she stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, and her brisk singing stopped abruptly.

"How can I help?" He asked unceremoniously.

"Help?" She looked at the strange guest without blinking, "Oh no, no. ”

"Really?"

"yes, I'm almost done, and I'm only a few bowls away."

"Then I'll wash the dishes." As he spoke, Yang Qingnan took out the tableware from the cupboard, put on rubber gloves and began to wash the dishes.

Xia Ke made breakfast for four people as usual, because she didn't know if what she made was to the taste of the guests, and she didn't dare to ask. Hawkers, anyway, the little ones had enough of last night, and even if they wake up, they won't have an appetite to eat, this must be God's punishment.

Yang Qingnan washed the dishes like lightning, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten eggs for a long time, and the last time he ate eggs seemed to be from the last century, he asked Xia Ke if he could let himself fry a few eggs.

After hearing the affirmative answer, he quickly smashed three eggs into the pan, let the egg whites blend together, fry until medium-rare, and drizzle some soy sauce on the pan. He doesn't demand much from the taste, and only makes it to his own taste.

When Yang Qingnan brought the omelette outside, he saw Alain Bu walking towards the door, and after the door was opened, the people standing outside the door really surprised him.

Zhang Tianfan, who was in a black suit, stood on the steps, his face was dull, and his hair was messy, like a loach that had just wallowed in a quagmire. Afraid of the sudden silence of the air, Alain Bu didn't show much surprise, and Zhang Tianfan didn't look at him, as if he was transparent. He walked down the aisle to the tool darkroom on the side of the stairs, clutching the mechanical falcon that had long since lost power.

The three of them had a tacit understanding that they hadn't talked about what had just happened while they were eating breakfast, and the space seemed to have been robbed of all sounds, except for the occasional slight snort of Kazi.

"What's wrong with him?" Yang Qingnan finally couldn't help asking.

"I'd love to know." Alain Bu shrugged his shoulders and felt helpless, "If I'm guessing correctly, he failed this mission. ”

However, the screen on the portable tablet that Xia Ke brought showed that his crusade mission was successful, and the evaluation was as high as ever.

"He's always had this dead fish face, so it's not surprising at all."

The sound of talking woke up Kazi and Poromo, who were still sleeping, and they yawned repeatedly, still looking sleep-deprived. The three of them immediately stopped talking, and Kazi pulled on her slippers and went to the bathroom, rubbing her eyes and going upstairs to her room.

When Kazi returned, seeing that the breakfast on the table was gone, he asked them, "Why do you have strange expressions?" ”

"No, why do you think so?"

"Anyway, just now, Zhang Tianfan is back, shouldn't you go and see him?" Yang Qingnan said.

"Oh." Kazi opened his mouth, and in the next second, he pulled out the snack box at the bottom of the sofa, tore open the bag and started eating immediately, as long as he filled his stomach, he could say anything.

Xia Ke cleaned up the soup bowl, and Zhang Tianfan still stayed in the dark room and didn't come out, maybe he was repairing the equipment. Next, Alan Bu was going to take Yang Qingnan around the city and introduce him to several good attractions and shops.

Today, the temperature is pleasant, there is not a trace of wind, they take a car from Qilin Garden to the snack street in Nantong District, all the way to the end, and then take a car to Wanhui City to watch the performance of the aquarium, and then to the underground gymnasium to throw bowling.

A day passed quickly, and it cost a lot of money for Alan Bu to take him out to play, and the original purpose was to familiarize himself with this strange city, but it became a free tour with a tour guide, and Yang Qingnan knew that it was not a taste. But Alain Bu said that it was because he had helped them a lot before that it was worth paying these expenses himself, and the two were not in arrears with each other.

Of course, Yang Qingnan understood that they did not receive any commission at all during their vacation, and the result of their hard work was nothing more than Zhang Tianfan profiting from it, was such a small favor worth it for him to pay back? He'll definitely pay it back anyway, no matter how long it takes or if he can't afford it.

It was six o'clock when the two of them returned to the headquarters, and the dusk color on the horizon overshadowed the white of the scaled fish.

As soon as he entered, Kazi ran over and shouted, "Oh no! Something big is wrong! ”

"What? Zhang Tianfan: Is he broken? ”

He ignored Alain Bu's jokes, lowered his voice and said, "You've committed suicide!" ”

Yang Qingnan heard a squeak of electric currents colliding with each other in his head, and then, the featureless flaky snowflakes were engraved in his mind, and he hurriedly pressed his forehead and stood still. Alain Bu didn't say anything, it wasn't a big deal for him, and the reason why Zhang Tianfan lost his soul was found, and this time he couldn't do it himself.

Sometimes man's fate is ridiculous and ridiculous, and it is better to hold it tightly in your own hands than to be seized.

"What about him?"

"He went out, saying he was going to find the director."

"Ha, it turns out that the eagle was given to him by the director, I thought he made it himself."

"Everyone," Yang Qingnan interjected, "I think it's time for me to go, I've been causing you trouble all along." ”

"Where, where."

"Will you come back, then? Uncle Nan? ”

"yes, I'll come back to see you if I have the chance." He patted Kazi lightly on the head and said.

Polomo, who arrived in the hurry, handed him a small waist bag and said, "Your things." ”

"Thanks." Yang Qingnan took the waist bag, and suddenly felt that the weight in his hand was wrong, "What's in here?" Bulging. ”

"The love cookies made by Sister Xia Ke are also delicious in mysteries."

"That's amazing? Then I'll have to taste it slowly when I go back. "As the saying goes, there is bread on the road to the poor.

Yang Qingnan said goodbye to them, got on a bus and ran away. Although he is confused about the future, the days of running away are always exciting, and no matter who or what he meets along the way, it must be everything he is destined to experience.

Goodbye to the past.