"Zhang Meng, let go of me, don't push me, listen to me, it's not appropriate for me to come to your house empty-handed for the first time,,,,,,,," Feng Yan was at the door of Zhang Meng's house and refused to go in

"Brother Feng Yan, why are you so stubborn, what are you going to buy at your house, go, follow me in" Zhang Meng locked Feng Yan's upper body with both hands and dragged him home, both of them tried their best to restrain each other, and they thought that one was kidnapping the other

"Who was yelling at the door? ,,,,," A female, old-sounding but full of energy, came from the room through the courtyard into the ears of Feng Yan and Zhang Meng

"Grandma, it's me, I brought a good brother home for a light meal today," Zhang Meng shouted at the yard with the wind in his arms

Not long after, an old lady with gray hair and a kind face, hunched over her back and crutches, walked out

"What are you two doing, don't come in when you get to the door, Mengzi, quickly take your friend into the house to sit, don't stand at the door" The old lady looked at the two people who were still pestering with a kind face

"My grandma,,, grandma, this is my good brother," Zhang Meng saw his grandmother walk out, and hurriedly introduced

"Hello, grandma,,, it's the first time I've come here,,, look at my ,,," Feng Yan broke free from Zhang Meng's arms and looked at Zhang Meng's grandmother with an embarrassed face

"Mengzi has never brought anyone back, today I can bring you back and we are a family, don't care about those bells and whistles, ,,,go, go into the house" Zhang Meng's grandmother saw that Feng Yan was embarrassed by her faux pas who came to the door empty-handed, so she deliberately comforted Feng Yan, but what Zhang Meng's grandmother said was indeed true, Zhang Meng never brought others back, and even his friends didn't know where he lived

Feng Yan followed Zhang Meng's grandmother and entered the yard with Zhang Meng, Zhang Meng's yard is not big, but it is very clean, there is not even a single weed in the small square bricks on the ground, Zhang Meng's house is two bedrooms and one living room, about seventy square meters, there is a TV cabinet in the living room, a set of old-fashioned sofas and a glass coffee table that can almost be used as a mirror, nothing else, but it is already full for this small living room

"Come, child, sit casually, Mengzi, go pour a cup of tea" Grandma Zhang Meng beckoned to Zhang Meng while beckoning Feng Yan, and Zhang Meng responded and walked into the kitchen of the back room

"Feng Yan, listen to your accent, it's not our Jiangping people"

"Grandma, I'm from Shandong, and I work as a technician in an antimony mine in Jiangping."

"Eh,,, good work in the mine, the most famous one on this side of Xijiang is our antimony mine in Jiangping,,," Grandma Zhang Meng paused and continued to ask: "Then how did you meet Mengzi?" ”

"Grandma, I met Brother Feng Yan in the hotel, when I was bullied by a few guests from other places, it was Brother Feng Yan who solved the siege for me" Zhang Meng put the tea in his hand on the coffee table opposite his grandmother and Feng Yan, smiled and grabbed in front of Feng Yan and answered grandma's words, Feng Yan saw that Zhang Meng deliberately grabbed the words and didn't tell the truth, and muttered in his heart, but if you think about it carefully, there must be a reason for Zhang Meng's lies, and before he figured it out, in order not to be self-defeating, Feng Yan has always been perfunctory

"Grandma, I'll take Brother Feng Yan to my room to have a look."

"Okay, you young people talk, I'll go buy some food"

"Grandma, it's still early, don't go, we'll buy it later"

"Yes, grandma, how can I trouble you" Feng Yan stood next to Zhang Meng with a troublesome expression

"I mainly want to go out to grind my legs, and go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables by the way, no trouble, no trouble, you can play" Zhang Meng's grandmother stood up with Zhang Meng's support, and walked out as she spoke

"Grandma, don't go too far, come back early," Zhang Meng shouted outside the door

"Brother, let's go, go up to my house and show you my baby," Zhang Meng said as he pushed Feng Yan to the back room

"What kind of medicine is buried in your kid's gourd? Why did you lie to your grandma just now? Feng Yan was pushed into the inner room by Zhang Meng, turning his head and questioning Zhang Meng as he walked

"That's a white lie, I'll talk about it later, look at my baby first,,," Zhang Meng casually pushed Feng Yan into the room

Zhang Meng's room is still very surprising to Feng Yan, a bed and a cabinet, clothes hanging side by side on the wall against the bed, the quilt is neatly folded, there is a dilapidated square desk next to the bed, there are several stacks of handmade books neatly placed on the desk, next to the book is a pen holder made of mineral water bottles, there are a few pencils standing in it, and there is an open drawing board in the corner of the desk facing the window. Although the whole room is not big, but it is very neatly regulated, it does not look like it is narrow, but it is very comfortable, the most terrible thing is that the whole room, whether it is on the bed or on the table, is spotless, neat, clean and neat, if you don't see it with your own eyes, I can't believe that this is actually a room of five big and three thick men

"Oh my God, your room is too perverted, isn't it? No matter how you look at it, it looks like a girl's room," Feng Yan stood in the doorway, looking around the room

"Hehe,,, I'm used to it, I look uncomfortable when things are not placed in an irregular manner"

"You have obsessive-compulsive disorder, huh,,, you can still draw?" Feng Yan saw the drawing board on the side, and looked at Zhang Meng in surprise

"Hehe,,Hobby ,,, blind painting,I haven't learned"

Feng Yan looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on a portrait of a person placed on the cabinet

"You also drew those two people? Why is there an incense burner in front of you, what do you mean by making offerings to your portrait? Feng Yan said as he walked towards the cabinet, curiosity prompting Feng Yan to reach out and touch the portrait

"That's my parents,,,"

Feng Yan heard Zhang Meng say that the person in the portrait was his parents' hand that had just stretched out, and immediately stopped in mid-air, but at the same time, Feng Yan's curiosity was further aroused

"Uncles and aunts don't have photos? I think they're young."

"I'm an orphan, I was abandoned in the rubble when I was three years old, my grandmother picked me up when she picked up the rags, so I didn't know what they looked like, so I thought about drawing one myself" Zhang Meng's tone was unusually calm when he told Feng Yan about his life experience, but Feng Yan heard Zhang Meng say this, and the whole person felt that he had encountered someone else's minefield and regretted it, and looked at Zhang Meng with an embarrassed face

"Brother Feng Yan, it's okay, I'm used to it, I'm living well with my grandmother now, I'm very content" Zhang Meng seemed to see Feng Yan's embarrassment and immediately comforted him

"Eh,,, it's best if you think like this, cherishing what is in front of you is more important than anything else,,, Zhang Meng, you see how beautiful your uncle and aunt are, you are really clever to avoid the advantages of both of them" Feng Yan made Zhang Meng laugh in order to ease the atmosphere

"Brother, come, I still have a treasure for you," Zhang Meng said, picking up a copy from a stack of books on the table

"Here, you open it and see"

Feng Yan looked at Zhang Meng inexplicably and took the book

"Yo ,,, Yo Yo ,,, okay, you, talent, Mengzi, this is all painted by you?" Feng Yan flipped through the picture book in his hand and confirmed to Zhang Meng in disbelief

"Yes, I painted this stack" Zhang Meng's eyes lit up with satisfaction when he saw Feng Yan's eyes

"Mengzi, your painting skills are okay, this character drawing, don't you say, this kind of visual effect drawn only with pencil is better than that kind of colorful comic strip,,,,,," Feng Yan couldn't help but boast of Zhang Meng's work

"Really? I didn't think about it at the time, I just wanted to save money so I didn't want to buy a paintbrush."

Feng Yan sat on the Mazha with the painting book in both hands and looked at it, his mouth couldn't help but sigh, and he couldn't care about Zhang Meng next to him, Zhang Meng saw that Feng Yan admired his works so much, and a feeling of hating each other spontaneously arose, he painted these comic books purely because of his hobby, and never showed them to others, because he didn't want outsiders to criticize his things, and the reason why he was willing to take Feng Yan home today was because Feng Yan helped him fight. Zhang Meng felt that Feng Yan was worthy of being his friend only because he was responsible and able to talk, and it was precisely because Feng Yan was the only friend he recognized that he wanted to share his most important things with his friends,,,,,,,

Feng Yan lay on Zhang Meng's bed and looked at this kind of pictured, the stack of picture books on the table was now very small, and Zhang Meng had already made lunch

"Brother Feng Yan, the meal is ready, it's time to eat" Zhang Meng called Feng Yan as he walked towards the room, and the moment Zhang Meng opened the door, the scene in front of him almost didn't make Zhang Meng lose his breath

"Brother, what are you doing!! ,,,Brother ,,," Zhang Meng glared angrily, lying on the bed, to be precise, he should be lying in the picture book and immersed in the plot, and screamed loudly

"Hehe,,, hehe,,," Feng Yan, who had just come back to his senses, got up from the bed with a smile, "Hehe,,, it's a bit messy to look comfortable on your stomach like this,,, it's a bit messy,,, it's okay,,, we'll agree to clean it up after reading it in a while."

Zhang Meng looked at the helplessness of the child who made a mistake: "Let's eat first"

Feng Yan followed and walked out

"Mengzi, you portrayed that Fluttershy's character and personality traits well, it's so cute,,,," Feng Yan sat down at the dinner table and was still chatting with Zhang Meng about the plot in the comic strip

"Feng Yan, it's the thing you like about him, you don't like to eat or drink,,,,,," Zhang Meng's grandmother said while serving rice to Feng Yan, it can be seen that grandma doesn't like Zhang Meng's hobby very much

"Yes,,, grandma is right, so I haven't painted for a long time, so I might as well go out and do odd jobs to earn some money when I have that time," Zhang Meng said as he gave Feng Yan a wink

"Uh,,, uh,,, I said that all of your picture books are moldy, too, hobbies can't be eaten, Mengzi, it's good that you are working hard to earn money now, you can be so down-to-earth, my brother and grandma are happy for you, right, grandma" The topic of Zhang Meng went down

"Hehe,,, eat ,,, windy, you're welcome, eat more,,, this is all made by Mengzi"

"Really? I can't see that you are still a generalist" Feng Yan looked at Zhang Meng with a smile and sandwiched a piece of fish meat: "En'en,,, is good, delicious, Mengzi, I really know you today,,, versatile"

"Hehe,,, eat more if you like" Zhang Meng smiled and let Feng Yan go, Zhang Meng, who was bombarded by Feng Yan's "sugar-coated cannonball" today, was already dizzy and couldn't find the north

Xin Weiyang apologizes to everyone, recently because of job changes, living in a collective dormitory has no conditions to write a book, but Xin Weiyang will find a way to squeeze out time to insist on updating as soon as possible,,, it is difficult to take care of it in order to make a living, I hope you can understand!!

(End of chapter)