Mo Yan turned his head and saw that it was the neighbor next door.

It doesn't match the soprano, and the owner of the voice is actually a short man. Probably because of her perennial illness, Aunt Pan of 307 has a pale face and dull lips.

Mo Yan thought more than once that perhaps it was her immortal gossip spirit that supported Aunt Pan.

"I don't know."

Other people's parents are too lazy to take care of it, and Aunt Pan is a different matter. After all, Uncle Pan often changes lights, water pipes, and sewers for their family. The lines and sewers of the old house are not the usual squeamish.

"You don't know."

Aunt Pan smiled meaningfully at Mo Yan, opened the door and went into the house.

Leaving Mo Yan standing at the door of his house, he wanted to scold an inexplicable wonder, but he was afraid that the door was not soundproof.

Knocking on the door three times before taking the key to open the door is her new rule.

Taking the key to open the door, Mo Yan was stunned at the door again.

In front of the small dining table that can be seen when the door is opened, Mo Jielian sits on one side with a smile, and on the other side of the small table, if she remembers correctly, it is the landscape designer who brought them flying trouble!

Why, more than 200 yuan is worth collecting debts?

"Yan, you're finally back. Mr. Wen has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Mo Yan is wearing a gorgeous waist-cinching school uniform, under a Scottish-style pleated skirt, a pair of well-proportioned thin legs are graceful and smooth, and the lines are tucked in a pair of small white shoes. A green silk hair was blown by the wind, but the small face was more pure.

Such Mo Yan, with a backpack dragging on the ground, is said to be less than 17 years old, which is also similar.

Wenhao was obviously a little surprised, and his face showed surprise for a while.

"Wait for me? Do? ”

"Here's the thing. When I got home from work, I ran into Mr. Wen on the way. I wanted to pay him back, but I forgot to bring my wallet. So I called him to come to my house and get it.

Unexpectedly, he took a fancy to the painting you pasted on the wall. Yan, the writer has his own studio, and he wants to hire you as a part-time painter!

I thought you were in your third year of high school, so I helped you refuse. But Mr. Wen said that maybe he should meet you in person and hear your own thoughts. Oh, you see I'm too excited, Mr. Wen, it's better for you to tell Yan yourself. ”

Wenhao stood up politely, stretched out his hand towards Mo Yan generously, and said that he would be fortunate to be happy.

Mo Yan turned a blind eye to the outstretched hand. Dragging Kafuka and walking to his room.

"At the 12th Isomorphic Earth Exhibition, I saw a wheat field with a Van Gogh post-impressionist style, and I was always impressed, and I regretted not buying it. It turned out to be your handiwork, and I was really touched! ”

Mo Yan held the bedroom doorknob in his hand and turned around: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wen, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." Within seven months, I stopped drawing. ”

The writer stood in place, without taking a step forward, and smiled: "It's understandable. Can I make an appointment after your college entrance examination? My studio was always looking for an artist who could bring the design intent to life by hand. While there is no guarantee of the highest salary in the industry, it is certainly lucrative. ”

Mo Yan hesitated.

Judging from the current situation that she is in urgent need of a sum of money to pay for tuition, she naturally agrees immediately. However, she couldn't say why, she always felt that the person in front of her played a role in the sky-high menu.

Mo Yan thought about it and felt that he didn't have to say it to death, so he nodded.

"Let's add a contact information."

The writer took out his mobile phone and smiled like a humble boy.

Mo Yan thought, even if he didn't give him his contact information, Mo Jielian, who had soft ears, would give it. Simply do the face project to the end. Silently called up the QR code of his business card and handed it over.

After the writer scanned, he faced Mo Jielian: "There is a lot of trouble today." Auntie, can you give me a chance to treat you to dinner? ”

"That's embarrassing." Mo Jielian laughed a little forgetful.

"Where, where, it's my honor that you're so polite."

In terms of politeness, Wenhao and Mo Jielian are opponents.

Mo Yan casually wanted to close the bedroom door, but Mo Jielian quietly stretched out one foot: "Yan, are you going to put your schoolbag?" ”

"No, I'm reading at home."

Mo Jielian was just about to say something, but Wenhao hurriedly interrupted: "It's okay, she doesn't want to fight, just help her pack it back." ”

The corners of Mo Yan's mouth twitched, and he could be regarded as a smile of gratitude to Wenhao.

Within two minutes, there was a sound of the bedroom door shut. Listen closely, and the room is really clean.

Mo Jielian really went out to dinner with the talented writer!

Mo Yan couldn't say it in his heart, facing the void, and his tone was complaining: "Little catfish, my mother has no hesitation and has abandoned the two of us!" ”

As if in response to her complaint, there was a knock at the door.

"Who?" Mo Yan was alert.

"It's me."

The soprano, who had just been separated, rang in her ears again. Needless to say, it's Aunt Pan.

Don't look at the aunt's face, look at the uncle's face. Mo Yan walked to the door and opened the door.

"Huh?" Aunt Pan looked surprised, "It was your mother who went out with the young man just now?" ”

"Hmm." Mo Yan smiled tolerantly at Aunt Pan.

How to say it, a middle-aged woman who doesn't go to work, a sick body with no children, and a poor woman who lacks gossip and has less motivation to live, peeking into the cat's eye, should be particularly forgiving.

Aunt Pan couldn't digest the exciting news in front of her, and was still muttering to herself: "I heard the sound of the door closing, and I thought it was you and that brother Gongzi went out." It turned out to be your mother! To be honest, I really envy her. In the last sentence, Aunt Pan grabbed Mo Yan's shoulder, lowered her voice and whispered in her ear.

Mo Yan twisted his eyebrows and smiled.

How could she not understand the sarcasm of "all ages can eat" in Aunt Pan's mouth. It's just that the stewed beef rice with tomatoes in Aunt Pan's hand is too fragrant, which numbs her fragile will.

In addition, who let Mo Jielian really leave her hungry and go on a date with a beautiful man for dinner.

"Isn't Uncle Pan quite good? My mom still envies you. ”

"You Uncle Pan...... Don't talk about him. You haven't had dinner yet, have you? Your Uncle Pan asked me to send a bowl of beef risotto. These beef tendons were stuffed in a pressure cooker for two hours, and then stewed with tomatoes for another hour after they came out of the pot. It's delicious. ”

"Thank you, Aunt Pan and Uncle Pan."

According to the old rules, Mo Yan took out her own bowl, poured the food sent by Aunt Pan into it, and then helped Aunt Pan clean the bowl she brought.

During this period, Aunt Pan would take advantage of the merit of beef rice and ask questions without any scruples.

Mo Yan is a lively child. For the sake of ready-made food, not to mention that there is something to talk about, even if it is fine, she can also cater to the needs and make up stories. What's more, Aunt Pan has her own questioning attributes, and she only needs to answer.

"Xiao Yan, that man looks very young."

"Visually 25 or 6 years old."

"Don't be a little white face, right? You have to remind your mom not to be hot-headed and post too much money! ”

"Aunt Pan, it's not that you don't know, my mother doesn't have any money to stick."

"Then should he be cultivating the plank road and secretly crossing Chen Cang, in fact, he has a crush on you, right?"