Chen Zimo opened the door a little tiredly, the room was dark, knowing that Man Jia was not at home, his heart was cold and painful. After changing his slippers, Chen Zimo stiffened and was stunned for a while, he had just been outside for so long, but he didn't make himself feel better, but became more and more entangled.

"Hmm." Someone walked out, the light in the living room was turned on, Mu Zhen rubbed his eyes and said, "Brother Zimo, you're back." ”

"Yes."

Mu Zhen looked at Chen Zimo's expression, and knew that he hadn't found Man Jia at all, and he couldn't say what he felt in his heart, although he was a little happy in his heart, but he felt a little distressed when he saw Chen Zimo's face was dark now.

"Didn't find it?"

"Yes." Chen Zimo shook his head, but with a humming sound, he walked towards the master bedroom like a ghost.

"Brother Zimo." Mu Zhen shouted, but Chen Zimo didn't seem to hear it. Mu Zhen felt a pain in her heart, rushed over, hugged Chen Zimo's waist from behind, Chen Zimo was shocked, stood still, and said coldly: "What are you doing?" ”

Mu Zhen lowered her head, just hugged it hard and said: "Brother Zimo, I know, I know what I'm doing now, I just want to say that even if there is no Sister Man Jia, I will still love you and love you." ”

Chen Zimo shook Mu Zhen's hand away, took a step back, and said coldly: "Mu Zhen, you have gone too far. ”

Mu Zhen was a little at a loss for a while, tears suddenly flowed, a little sad, a little embarrassed: "I, I, I just, Brother Zimo, you listen to me." ”

Chen Zimo waved his hand, signaled her to stop talking, turned around and entered the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.

Mu Zhen stood in the living room in a daze, not thinking that she was still impulsive, in fact, she could not make such a mistake at all, but seeing his lonely appearance, she really wanted to hug him, and wanted to tell him, it doesn't matter, if you don't have her, you still have me. I'm really, by your side.

Chen Zimo returned to the bedroom, his mood was not calm, Mu Zhen's actions just now, he was not a fool, he understood, but this point made him extremely frightened. Instinctively resisting, and now I even feel that if I stay in this house, it is also a betrayal of Man Jia.

Yuan Dong couldn't contact Man Jia, he was a little anxious, and he called for a long time, but he was still in a state of shutdown. The matter of his own salesman, he found another customer in the local area, and he also needed the same type of goods, so he sold it directly to the other party cheaply, which was considered to be handled. Originally, Yuan Dong looked for Man Jia, and really wanted to ask Man Jia if he had such a customer, but he couldn't get in touch, so he finally found it.

"Mr. Yuan. It's late. ”

"Well, go back and rest." Yuan Dong hung up the phone, his brows were furrowed very tightly, it was already more than one o'clock in the morning, and he was busy until now, he finally had eyebrows, but his mood did not relax. Manjia, why is it turned off? Isn't it supposed to be on 24 hours a day?

At four or five o'clock in the morning, Man Jia had already opened his eyes, his head hurt, and at three o'clock, he just felt a little sleepy, but he didn't expect to wake up so early. When I walked to the mirror, my eyes were bloodshot and swollen. You didn't cry yesterday, did you? I asked a question, but laughed at myself, how could it not be, if not, then how did the mottling on the pillow come about?

When Yu Feng got up to cook, he saw Man Jia sitting on the sofa in the living room. was stunned for a moment, and seemed to react for a second before saying, "Man Jia, are you up?" ”

"Well, yes, Mom, why did you get up so early?" Man Jia answered lazily, and saw his father come out of the house, wearing a loose white vest, and his back was slightly hunched.

"Did you sleep well?" Man Jingliang walked over slowly, sat next to Man Jia and said, "Why are you here alone?" ”

Yu glanced at his old man and complained that he didn't open any pot. "Manjia, or I'll go outside and buy you some breakfast. Didn't you like to drink porridge made by your mother before, you like to drink tofu brain, I'll go down and buy it for you. ”

"No, I don't really want to drink tofu brain. Just the porridge. Man Jia said eagerly: "I really haven't drunk the porridge you made by Mom for a long time, so it's better to drink this in the morning." ”

"If the girl wants to drink, she will make it." Man Jingliang said.

"Okay." Yu Fengcai said happily: "Actually, I have such an appetite, nothing else is very good, so I drink millet porridge and raise it, the millet I bought in the supermarket yesterday, the kind of good one I bought, 4 yuan a catty, the millet porridge made is very viscous, and the color is also bright." ”

"Millet porridge." Man Jia said.

"Why, don't you want to drink it, in fact, millet porridge, it has no taste, it is not salty or light, and it may not be very liking." Yu Fengcai hurriedly said.

"Why don't you make tomato and egg soup?" Man Jingliang looked at Yu Fengcai and asked.

"Oops. Don't be so polite. You two really are. I just feel like I haven't drunk millet porridge for a long time, and I want to drink it, so let's make millet porridge, don't make anything else, I always make egg soup at home. Don't want to eat eggs anymore. ”

"yes, that's good, that's good, I'm afraid you don't like it." Yu Fengcai said: "Okay, then your father and daughter will talk, I'll go cook, just wait a while." ”

"Mom, do you want me to help you?" Man Jia stood up and said.

"No, it's not a chore."

"Okay. Then I'll be the shopkeeper today. Man Jia smiled, and then sat next to his father, in fact, the relationship with his father, Man Jia himself can't say, he has been a little scared since he was a child, but when he encounters something, the first thing that comes to mind is his father. Although I don't usually communicate much, even when I used to have a good relationship with my parents, I had the best contact with my mother. But Man Jia has always known how much he loves his father in his heart, and it is a kind of worship of men who stand up to the sky. But now looking at this man who supported his family at the beginning, some decadently wearing a big vest, and even a little hunched, my heart was slightly sour, as if I hadn't been away from my parents for a long time, and when I looked back suddenly, I found that many things were undergoing subtle changes.

Mom and Dad, you're really old. That's why I have become more peaceful, and even my attitude towards myself has become a little cautious. Somewhat sad