On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, Zhang Yuxi chose the latter in the holiday and in the waist bag.

An ochre-red semi-convertible car was parked at the door of the Big Drum Skin Supermarket, and Zhang Minlei stood aside, smoothly placing a box of cold drinks taller than her head in the back seat.

Women are not necessarily a product of their circumstances, but their strength is. If the owner of the car changes out of the rustic shirt and her facial features can be more responsible, then she may be like a delicate Gege, and she will not be able to cope with this heavy physical labor at all.

Without the barrier of the car window, Zhang Minlei easily spotted the young man walking over, she beckoned, and called Jingyang, who she hadn't seen for a while.

"I've only been able to see your dad lately, and we thought you had joined the army."

"No, I'm just busy with work, I work in the Anping Department."

"This is amazing! Is it possible to see Pang House? ”

She wanted to continue, but the sound of the bell mouth crying for help came from inside the supermarket.

A discerning client has to hide the ring in his girlfriend's favorite seaweed roll, and restore the seal to an unopened appearance, and the poor robot butler stands aside, which is a complete departure from its service principles.

For the sake of the man's willingness to pay twice the price, Zhang Minlei took over the annoying business, and Jingyang also walked into the door with her.

He had taken advantage of the store before, but now that the balance of the account was finally over his age, it was time to repay the favor. I bought a few things that I hadn't eaten, and most of those snacks were expensive, which was a crime for him in the past.

After walking to the door, he stood quietly for a while, strangeness and familiarity scuffled together, and for a few seconds, Jingyang felt as if he had moved here for the first day.

Gently opened the door, the host of "Eight Pole Dialogue" was mobilizing the atmosphere on TV, Jingyang had never seen his father watch this show, and he confirmed it several times before he realized that he was not an auditory hallucination.

Zhao Xinping was not prepared, and looked at the door for a long time before he hurriedly turned over and stood up from the sofa.

"You're on vacation?" As he walked towards the door, he straightened out the blue-spotted pajamas he had just laid.

"Hmm." Jingyang looked around, whether it was a fruit bowl or slippers, they still maintained the appearance when he left home.

"You haven't eaten yet, watch TV first, I'll make it for you." Zhao Xinping went into the kitchen as he spoke, and this kind of care for the sick made his son very uncomfortable.

Sitting on the sofa that he hadn't touched for a long time, Jingyang found that this issue of "Eight Poles Dialogue" was talking about Pang Wu.

Secrets always have a special appeal, and before it is officially unveiled, curious men and women can't help but reverie about it. At this moment, several guests, at the request of the program team, are depicting their whimsical ideas on drawing paper.

"Hu Xitao, let's take a look at your conjecture of Pang Wu." The host asked the little fresh meat on the opposite side to turn the drawing paper around.

A combination of a tank and a tall stand, coupled with that childish painting technique, Jingyang felt as if his eyes were buttoned up to two cans of chili sauce.

"I think it's a kind of multi-purpose vehicle," the young but popular child star also explained his work very seriously, "I just said that it can divert traffic, so this is a gripper, and the following three are elastic chains, which can be fixed, and the shelves can also be turned over and moved. ”

Jingyang struggled to understand the abstract elements of the painting, but having seen the mystery in advance, it was really difficult for him to unleash his imagination on this wrong answer.

"Qian Yijiao, what about you?"

The female guest who perfectly covered the crow's feet with eye cream painted an even more exaggerated picture, completely like a slender gourd with eight legs.

"A robot spider?" The host was also amused by this cute painting style, "What does the little round cake under your feet mean?" ”

"That's the children," the female guest held her lips, feeling repulsed by the meaning of the painting, "I don't trust this big guy, on the first day it goes on the street, there may be a whole kindergarten child being trampled into meatloaf." ”

"Alright, that's it! Let's move on to the next step! Please comment on Mr. Gao! Even the host, who has always had a heavy taste, couldn't stand this interpretation, and quickly interrupted her, so as not to make a speech that subverted the three views.

"I think Qian Yijiao is serious, and the benefits of Pang Wu must outweigh the disadvantages." As the rescue person of this show, Mr. Gao, who was hot on the wool roll, sat on the tutor's seat and answered with a serious face.

"So you think it will ease the traffic congestion dilemma?"

"Yes, after all, as soon as I heard that Pang Wu was going to be on duty on the street, I was ready not to go out for a year."

Jing Yangle is even more presumptuous than the audience, and since he was kicked out of the test group, all similar ridicule has become a source of happiness for him. It seems that only by laughing heartlessly can you tell yourself that it doesn't matter if you quit.

However, before the whole episode of the show was broadcast, Zhao Xinping brought out his carefully made homecoming meal.

It was a bowl of sweet and spicy seafood noodles, but many of the details were very different from those in the restaurant, the shelled shrimp was served with cuttlefish balls, and there were two nondescript barbecued pork sausages on the side of the bowl, stirred with chopsticks for a while, and a black and translucent Songhua egg could be found under the noodles, plus the plate of side dishes made of shredded belly, radish and sugar and garlic, Jingyang always felt that his father had stuffed everything that could be eaten in the refrigerator.

"Now they are all discussing the new project of the Anping Administration......," Zhao Xinping said, rummaging through the kitchen for missing nutrients.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't care!" Jingyang didn't even wait for his father to finish asking, and he now only had one answer to this annoying question.

On the last afternoon of the New Year's holiday, Jingyang was living peacefully with the afternoon nap, but was awakened by the disturbing wisdom disk.

"Happy New Year, buddy! How did you think about helping my brother get justice? "Albon had been thinking about his perverted deterrence plan.

"No, it's not negotiable."

"Please! I couldn't sleep well every night in Janetown, I felt like I cried again when I talked to him on the phone last week, and it was useless to complain to the school, so could you bear to see Louie being abused? ”

"It's really not good...... Jingyang always thought that he would persevere to the end, but when he thought of Louie's bruised and swollen face, he still couldn't control his softness, "I'll drive the car of the Anping Department to scare those bear children, this is the maximum." ”

"It's okay too!" Albon, who was still complaining just now, instantly became high-pitched, "Remember to put on your uniform!" ”

"Do you need to be reminded of this?"

"Thank you so much! Treat yourself to a treat with souvenirs! ”

After hanging up the phone, Jingyang turned the small forest commemorative version out from under the bed, at this moment he just wanted to completely detach himself from work, this was a complete vacation, there was no need for justice, and there was no inexplicable task suddenly attacked.

It was only after a few months of not operating, he couldn't even remember the order of the image tubes, and after five or six attempts, the holographic projection changed from an inverted to a forward.

Unlike usual, the first thing that popped up today was a bunch of promotional ads.

Buy 2 get 1 free for new games, friends customize avatar frames, star voice collection packages, and detailed explanations of palace-level strategies. There are no dead ends in this wave of propaganda, and greedy tentacles reach out to Jingyang's wallet from all directions.

And now that he has the support of salary, he wants to make up for all the things he was reluctant to do before, first decisively chose a bunch of packages that are not cost-effective at all, and then arrogantly transferred to the payment link.

But luck seems to be persuading him to be sensible, and the interface keeps reporting errors, and re-entering it three times is the same result.

Jingyang was helpless, and the customer service hotline that was usually everywhere was hidden, he searched everywhere up and down, left and right, and finally stopped at the old machine steward.

"Thrush, help me check what to do with this error code."

"Where's the seat?" Not only did the thrush not hear it clearly this time, but when he responded, he also used a hypocritical poem that he learned from somewhere, "It's right in front of my eyes, but I haven't seen you on it for a long time." ”

Jingyang had to repeat it calmly, so that he could hear the professional answer brought back by the old smoke voice half a minute later.

“…… This is a picture problem, which means that the balance sub-gyro is not matched to the processor, and you need to check the interface first, and then reboot it in step-by-step mode. ”

"Send the operation steps to the smart disk." Jingyang knelt on one knee and pulled up the components that had just been plugged in, "By the way, you have slept for a few months, do I still have to exchange data again." ”

"That's not necessary, when you're not at home, I'm also checking things for your dad every day."

"Preview of the game?" Jingyang wiped the joints of the tube with his cuffs, and his mouth was full of banter.

"No, it's to report to him every day to report your chat history, account flow, personal information and travel tracks."

Jingyang's movements stopped suddenly, and he asked the thrush to repeat it word for word, and the rusty face was like a child who had just played with mud, and he didn't understand what the so-called secrecy between adults meant.

After that, he slowly sat back on the edge of the bed, the solution just now was no longer important, an irrepressible anger was gathering momentum in his nasal cavity, Jingyang's thoughts were like random graffiti, hundreds of colors were kneaded together, and finally converged into a very unbeautiful emotion, called the grievance after being monitored.

In the evening, Zhao Xinping knocked on the door and walked in.

"Why is it so dark?"

He turned on the light, not noticing how disgruntled his son was lying on the bed.

"Little Jacques Jean's new drama is on the shelves, don't you like him the most, come and see."

Although he wanted to refuse, looking at his father's enthusiastic face, Jingyang still tried his best to suppress his emotions and walked out.

On TV, a supporting character in an iron vest had just finished his fifth line when he was hit by a frost arrow. But even so, he said more than twice as much as Jingyang tonight.

“…… You move back home. Zhao Xinping's mouth has not stopped since the theme song was broadcast, and it seems that there is a car to communicate with his son, "Our home is not far away, you can get up early every day, I can drive you first." Why don't you eat the apples, I see that you bought them in the morning when you come back, or I'll go and puree the apples for you......"

"Why are you looking at my chats?"

Zhao Xinping, who had already stood up, was stunned in place, and finally could only put down the plate and sit back again.

"I am...... Wonder...... How do you talk to your friends about our quarrel and see if you're still angry, nothing else. There was not the slightest hint of father's majesty in this man's body, and he was rubbing his hands together in an extremely humble manner.

"So you're monitoring everything I do?"

"Not really!" Zhao Xinping was so anxious that he picked up the apple and put it down, "I just want to see what shows you like, how many friends you have made in the Yinmen District, whether the money is enough to spend, and how you are doing outside, after all, you won't tell me now." ”

"I'd better stay at the same time."

Jingyang stood up, his intuition told him that every next word could erupt, but today he was not eager to argue, and the remnants of his sanity sounded the alarm bell, escorting him into the bedroom and closing the door.

The next day, Jingyang got up early in the morning for the first time. He didn't want to say another awkward goodbye, and the perfect departure was to leave quietly.

But the world obviously got up earlier than him, although Zhao Xinping's bedroom was closed, but there were white and tender bean buns in the transparent insulation cover on the dining table, and the prepared spoon was like a hot spring reclining in a big bowl of mash.

Dad had already packed all the changes of clothes, stuffed them into a large denim backpack, and placed them on the chair next to the dining table, which seemed to cover all his son's belongings.

Jingyang didn't touch breakfast, and he didn't even want to bring his favorite clothes, but after hesitating, he finally picked up his backpack and went out.