Rub rub, rub rub.

I have to say that Lin Chu found a little bit of DJ's style from rubbing dishes and rubbing dishes, that kind of rhythm of scratching dishes.

Maybe every DJ will be a good hand at washing dishes.

Maybe every housewife, family cook, if they learn it, they will be like a DJ rubbing a good disc.

Lin Chu stopped scratching the disc, and the prompt sound of experience point increase disappeared.

It's not that Lin Chu doesn't want to continue rubbing, don't say it, rubbing and rubbing really has a sense of fascination. Now he kind of understands why he was rubbed when he was a child, and it's not that he's too cute, but that he feels like a fan.

As for growing up, no one rubs?

Quite simply, that's because of the Iron Fist warning.

It's also very simple now, because the bowls and dishes in the sink are cleaned, and you just need to rinse them again and you can put them away.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell." The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated and rang out.

Lin Chu continued to take the bowl and rinse it under the faucet, unmoved.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

The bell continued to ring, and it didn't stop at all because Lin Chu didn't answer the phone.

It wasn't until a few tens of seconds later that the phone ringtone gradually disappeared, not because the person on the other end of the phone was impatient, but because the phone would automatically hang up after no answer for a while.

Lin Chu sneered, he had seen a lot of such persistent calls, most of them were calls from people who sold insurance or promoted some packages.

Although they are very dedicated, Lin Chu, who should not be picked, still won't pick it up.

On the other end of the phone, a pair of bright eyes stared at the call interface on the mobile phone screen, and the white and slender index finger continued to go down a little and started making calls again.

Lin Chu didn't answer, but she was not in a hurry, and she was not angry.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

Before he stopped for a few seconds, Lin Chu's mobile phone rang again.

This time, Lin Chu didn't ignore it, and it was usually "his own people" who hit the second time, or even more times. He put down the dish he had just rinsed, picked up a clean rag and wiped his hands clean, then took out his phone, pressed the answer button, and brought it to his ear.

"Hey."

"Hey, Lin Chu, you're not going to answer the phone again, are you?" The sound on the other end of the phone was pleasant and familiar.

"Didn't I take it..."Lin Chu's voice became smaller and smaller, and as soon as he finished speaking, his volume suddenly increased, "Hey, hey, hey, what are you saying, I can't hear clearly!" Yes? You said you were looking for Lao Sun, so I guess you made the wrong call. ”

Lin Chu took down his mobile phone and was about to hang up the phone.

The volume of the voice on the other end of the phone was also sharply raised, so that Lin Chu could feel a sense of urgency that the storm was suddenly coming, "Lin Chu, if you dare to hang up the phone, I will dare to take a long vacation plus annual leave to your house to rest for a month!" ”

"Okay. What's the matter, grandma, are you coming to my house to eat and drink again? Lin Chu was helpless and held the phone to his ear again.

It's not that he succumbs, but the eldest lady on the other side would really do such a thing.

"What? Don't you welcome me? ”

Lin Chu just wanted to say that he was not welcome, but the words on the other end of the phone directly killed his unspoken words in his stomach.

"Whether you like it or not, I'm going to go, otherwise don't blame me for suing Aunt Chu!"

"Okay, okay." Seeing that his mother was brought out, Lin Chu could only raise his hands in surrender.

"By the way, what day of the week is today?" He asked.

"Friday, of course! Otherwise, what day of the week do you think? ”

"Friday?" Lin Chu scratched his head, but he didn't expect time to pass so quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was Saturday and Sunday again.

But Saturdays and Sundays don't seem to have anything to do with him, with the particularity of his work, as long as he wants, every day is Sunday!

"You should have bought a ticket anyway, right? You know the door lock code of my house, and the key to your room has not been changed, so you can come in by yourself if you come over. Lin Chu said.

He is also helpless, every otaku's home is an undefensible sovereign territory, and it is easy not to allow others to enter, even women. But he is not the only one in charge of the family, as well as his parents.

And his mother also spoke, saying that she could come whenever she wanted, and a guest room in the house was directly turned into her housing.

What else can Lin Chu say?

As a boy whose father has not kissed and his mother has not loved since he was a child, he has to endure the differential treatment of naked fruits when he grows up.

"Then it's decided, slip a little bit, give me a Buddha jumping over the wall to make up for it. I've got to catch a plane, see you then, 88. ”

“88。” Lin Chu had tears in his eyes, and as the phone hung up, he let out a long breath of melancholy.

"Ugh..."

Buddha jumping over the wall...

At the thought of going out to shop, Lin Chu felt weak, his legs cramped, and his body was empty for a while.

Thinking of not going to purchase, drinking white water when the time comes, and finally the urging call from his mother, Lin Chu's scalp is numb.

After all, why did he think about bringing this female classmate from Shanghai to the countryside for a tour, intending to let her experience the suffering of the people?

Come on, she knows about the folk suffering, and she has become a member of the civil suffering, almost every once in a while, and she doesn't even have the opportunity to remember the bittersweet feelings.

Putting down the phone, Lin Chu continued to rinse the remaining dishes and chopsticks, as if he could temporarily forget about the things that he felt troublesome.

"Ding-dong."

The doorbell rang.

It rang again.

How many times has this sounded?

Lin Chu forgot a little, but he really had the urge to dismantle the doorbell. Without him, it's just because it's too annoying!

On the side of the road in town, tattered bicycles drive along the road, and the melodious and crisp bell rings from time to time, alerting the passing cars.

This seems to be the only intact part of the bike that looks like it has been through many weathered years.

The down-and-out man in the car faced the cold wind, his cheeks were red from the cold, but it did not prevent his feet from stepping on the pedals of the car quickly, allowing the bicycle to move forward at high speed against the wind.

It seems that the leather coat he is wearing has peeled off, and the leather coat that has lost its original color can no longer withstand the cold, so he can only rely on pedaling the bicycle to mobilize the heat in his body and let himself get more warmth in this winter.

The cold winter sun shone obliquely down and fell on his cheek.

It can be seen that this down-and-out man must have been a handsome young man when he was young, although he is no longer young as before, but the vicissitudes of life on his face still unconsciously attract the attention of the pedestrians around him.

He stopped in the mailbox in front of the police station and took out a letter from his bosom, there was no handwriting on the envelope, it was an anonymous letter.

He dropped the letter into the mailbox, then looked up at a surveillance camera in the distance, revealing his face and smiling.

There was no dodging, no fear, he even raised his hand and made a gesture.

All the surveillance cameras on the street were captured by him from the moment he came by bicycle, and all the locations were recorded by heart.

He also knew that the mailbox was just a simple mailbox, not a report box for delivering anonymous letters, and he also knew how much trouble it would be to expose his face to surveillance cameras now.

But...

As long as the task force is inside, it's fine.

What's more, who said that he Yan Fei only has one face?

Smiling, Yan Fei pressed the bicycle bell and rode away on the bicycle in a dashing manner.

"Bell bell", "bell bell".