Early the next morning.

Yin Xiaoyu's home.

"The Spring of Hometown", author: He Huanming, pen name Xijiang Beiqi, member of Jiangxi Writers Association, member of Chinese Poetry Society, chairman of Anyuan District Writers Association. A small river twists and turns, and in the ripples / flows the source of my life / the coolness of biting my feet in summer / the warmth of my face in winter / a spring well opens its bright eyes / calls me to be far away two thousand meters away / bamboo flat ......"

Early in the morning, as if he was still asleep and waking up, Yin Xiaoyu heard someone downstairs, reading something in broken Mandarin, making a noise!

She pulled the quilt on, covered her head tightly, and continued to sleep.

"Stir up the heavy nostalgia of the hometown / Two wooden buckets / Filled with the moon and sun of the hometown / The swaying spring reflects / The beautiful face of the hometown ......"

The noise downstairs is still there, penetrating through the double-layer soundproof glass, drilling into the air conditioning quilt, and resounding in Yin Xiaoyu's cochlea.

Yin Xiaoyu lifted the quilt angrily and roared: "What are you arguing about!" Get lost! ”

The downstairs is quiet, and this silence is the best response to Yin Xiaoyu's power.

Yin Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, covered the quilt again, and continued to complete the unfinished business - sleep back in the cage.

For a long time –

In a daze, there was another burst of plastic Mandarin outside the window.

"Nowadays, the spring of my hometown / flows down the water pipe / into the sweet life of the villagers / takes a sip of the spring of my hometown / as if I have traveled to the distant childhood ......"

Yin Xiaoyu was furious, threw off the quilt, jumped up from the bed, rushed to the window, probed, glanced down, turned back angrily, "bang", kicked open the door of the bathroom, carried a bucket, put it under the faucet, rudely unscrewed the faucet, and poured tap water into the bucket "bang".

After filling a whole bucket of water, Yin Xiaoyu rolled up her sleeves and lifted it, it was a little heavy, she struggled to move the bucket to the window, put it down, panted deeply, gritted her teeth, squatted a horse step, used all her strength, picked up the bucket, and splashed it downstairs.

Downstairs, the Mandarin stopped, and a loud tenor voice followed.

"Sister, what are you doing?!"

Zhou Jingjing reflexively dodged away, but she was still drenched by the "artificial rainfall" and the books in her hands.

"Why are you embarrassed to ask me what I'm doing? If you don't sleep early in the morning, what sutra is recited? Are you a monk? Yin Xiaoyu replied angrily.

Zhou Jingjing shook the book in her hand a few times, pulled up the corner of her clothes, and dried the water droplets on the book.

As soon as she raised her head, the droplets of water in her hair rolled down her forehead, Zhou Jingjing stretched out her hand, wiped her face, and looked up at Yin Xiaoyu in the window on the third floor, as well as the bucket she was holding in her hand.

"Sister, I'm doing business, reading poetry."

The behemoth Zhou Jingjing looked at her mother's adopted daughter, Yin Xiaoyu, and explained innocently.

"Poof......

Yin Xiaoyu snorted and laughed, she thought: There must be a hearing problem, and Zhou Jingjing, a rotten sweet potato who only plagiarized homework when she was a child, told her today, what are you reading here?

"No, wait-Jingjing, my sister had a party yesterday, I drank a few more glasses, and I still have a little hangover, tinnitus, what did you say to read just now?"

Yin Xiaoyu patted his ears and listened attentively to Zhou Jingjing's answer.

Zhou Jingjing smiled stupidly and said, "Sister, have you forgotten?" Ruili Shoes was invited by Yin Hong models to attend the Yin Hong Model Show in Anyuan Century Plaza at eight o'clock in the evening, Yin Hong models also invited all the members of the Anyuan Writers Association, I am reading the poems of the Anyuan Writers Association, understand each other from the soul, save communication, and don't know three questions——"

Model show?!

Worst! Forget about this stubble!

Yin Xiaoyu patted his head and muttered, damn entertainment, it's all the fault of alcohol!

Yin Xiaoyu ran back to the bed like crazy, tossed the quilt sheets and pillows, and finally found the mobile phone, habitually made a gesture in the shape of a son, and hung up a phone call to the assistant Yin Xiaoyin.

"Assistant Yin, prepare the speech materials of Ruili Shoes to attend the Yin Hong model show, and instruct to go down, ask the warehouse manager to sort out the selling points of the new shoe samples, and send them to the president's office before eight o'clock."

"Mr. Yin, don't bring this, today is a Saturday and Sunday, the warehouse manager didn't go to work, I'm also at home, it's rare to sleep, you know, since I followed you, I got up early every day and was greedy for darkness——"

"Assistant Yin, it's stupid to complain, it's wise to do practical things, the employees of Ruili Shoes, either endure it or get out!"

"Mr. Yin, it's too late-"

Before Yin Xiaoyin's words were finished, Yin Xiaoyu had already pressed the end button.

Listening to a busy sound of "doodoo" from the mobile phone, Yin Xiaoyin threw away the mobile phone, "bang", and fell on the bed.

He lay on the bed, looked up pitifully, reached out and touched a pair of thick glasses on the bedside table, put them on, put them on, put them under the pillow with one hand, took out his mobile phone, skillfully opened it, looked at it, and screamed loudly: "Mom! It's half past seven! ”

As if on fire, Yin Xiaoyin jumped out of bed, rushed to the wardrobe, ripped off a piece of clothing, put it on, put it on, and ran to the living room.

"Xiaoyin, what are you running? Today, Saturday and Sunday, go back to the room and sleep! ”

Yin Xiaoyin just bent over to change his shoes, his mother yawned, her hair was fluffy, and she walked out of the room in pajamas, glaring at Yin Xiaoyin seriously.

Yin Xiaoyin raised his head, glanced at his mother, frowned, and in an instant, he walked towards his mother with a smile, held his mother's shoulders with both hands, and said, "Mom, the company has something very important, just half an hour, let me out?" After finishing the errands, I will go home and make you lunch, will you be done? ”

Yin Xiaoyin was coaxed, kissed his mother on the face, and ran out with a smile.

Yin Xiaoyin's mother watched her son leave, "hummed", slammed the door, returned to the room, picked up her mobile phone, and dialed the phone of a stranger she knew most well.

"Hey, excuse me, who are you looking for?"

"Ah Lian, please ask your wife to answer the phone."

"You know me? Do you know I'm Ah Lian? I'm sorry, but my wife needs to sleep in the morning, who are you? I'll tell my wife about it later. ”

"Ah Lian, there is an important matter, I must tell my wife personally, please ask my wife to answer the phone."

Looking for a wife? Who? What's important? Why can't you tell her? Does the wife have any secrets? Aunt Lian put the phone on the counter and shouted upstairs.

"Madam, someone is looking for you, you can answer the phone over there."

When Zhang Ruili heard Aunt Lian's voice, her temper suddenly came, and she roared: "It's early in the morning, it's noisy!" I have been in my Zhang Ruili family for more than ten years, and I still don't know the rules? Don't you know I'm going to sleep in the morning?! ”

Hearing Zhang Ruili's roar, Aunt Lian didn't dare to make a sound, and it was the wisest behavior to remain silent.

Zhang Ruili had a violent temper, and as she spoke, she had already picked up the phone on the bedside table in her hand.

Yawning, lazily picking up the phone and pressing the speakerphone.

"Who? Say! ”

"It's me! Zhang Ruili, what do you mean?! ”

As soon as she heard this most familiar and unfamiliar voice, Zhang Ruili immediately woke up, turned off the speakerphone in a panic, picked up the phone, put it to her ear, and said coldly: "Are you sick?!" Early in the morning, what are you calling here? Are you familiar with it? Did Zhou Li get used to this call when he was alive? Now that my husband is gone, your lover is gone, what else are you calling? Want something? Is what Zhou Li gave you good? ”

Yin Xiaoyin's mother let out a miserable sneer and said, "Of course what Zhou Li gave me is not enough, he gave the entire company to your son and your adopted daughter, what did he give to my family Xiaoyin?" Just this broken house? It's not a tenth as expensive as your one. ”

"Vixen, you'd better figure it out, when Zhou Li died, Ruili Shoes was in debt, and it was my daughter Yin Xiaoyu who single-handedly saved the company, and now the company is profitable, what does it have to do with you? You are the wildflower outside Zhou Li, he can play with you, or he can discard you at any time. ”

Zhang Ruili felt very uncomfortable when she thought of this heart-piercing past.

"Zhang Ruili, I don't want to tell you this, tell your daughter not to be too harsh on my son! What classes do you have on Saturdays and Sundays? Xiaoyin or intern, what is an intern? He hasn't graduated yet, he's still a student, your daughter abuses my son again, be careful I'll sue you! ”

Zhang Ruili laughed all of a sudden, and said: "Then you go and sue me, it's over, tell your son to get out of Ruili Shoes!" I want to see, just you, a stupid son, against me Zhang Ruili, in the entire W City, which one dares to hire him? ”

Hearing this, Yin Xiaoyin's mother was silent, and Zhang Ruili "hummed" and hung up the phone.

Zhang Ruili put down the phone, sleepless.

She took a shawl, wrapped it, walked out of the door, went downstairs, passed by the kitchen, heard the kitchen squirming, Zhang Ruili pushed open the door, and saw Aunt Lian kneading the dough.

Zhang Ruili walked over, pinched a little noodles, put them in her mouth, and in an instant, with a "poof", she spit it out.

"Ah Lian, what do you do when you knead dough? I don't eat this thing, I don't digest it, the eldest lady and the eldest young master, went to P City together, Gao Liangliang also went, not at home at all, do Gao Liyu and Xiaolei eat this? ”

Aunt Lian raised her head, smiled, and said, "Madam, you forgot, there is another person in the family who likes to eat the pasta I make the most." ”

Zhang Ruili's brain turned, and co-authored it for that bastard Yin Xiaoyin?

Suddenly, Zhang Ruili was furious, grabbed the dough, threw it into the trash can, turned around, went upstairs in a huff, rushed into the room, closed the door slammed down, lay down on the bed, opened her eyes, and stared at the ceiling.

Yin Xiaoyin, right?

Wait for me! Be sure to find a reason to fire him.

"Aunt Lian! Is the gnocchi done? I'm so hungry! My mom doesn't know how to cook, and won't let me come out—"