"You two are really good, one is more capable than the other, and you won't even open the door!"

In this summer, He Yanqing rushed back from work in a hurry, and actually had a closed door at his door. glanced at the weak-hearted father and daughter, and knew that these two people had not done anything good at home.

"An Jianing, who are you two washing the dishes and dropping the dishes for me again?" He Yanqing made a preemptive strike, which can generally make these two people weak at the same time, nothing more than destroying something in the house, "How can such an adult still ......?"

After talking for a while, He Yanqing had already gone to the kitchen and took a turn, counting the plates, chopsticks and chopsticks that were not missing, and then stared at the father and daughter suspiciously.

"You see I'll catch both of you by then." He Yanqing obviously stared at the two for a long time without coming up with a result, and scared the two of them to turn around and leave, "I've been at home all day, I don't know how to cook, if I don't go one day, you two will starve to death."

Seeing that he was about to walk to the living room, in order to see what the father and daughter were hiding from themselves, He Yanqing fired back again, stood at the door of An Ji's house and scanned around, but only found an anxious chaos.

After all, He Yanqing himself could not have thought that the secret of the father and daughter was an old book that no one even knew the author's name, let alone that An Ji would put the book in other books and put it in the pile of books stacked on the side.

"One day at home, I cleaned up the house, and it was more messy than when I left."

He Yanqing really couldn't stand the chaos at home, and seeing that his husband and daughter didn't mean to do anything, he sighed and cleaned up by himself: "Why did you take out this dress too?"

"It's still far from winter, you take it out now, and when it's really cold, you start telling me again that you can't find it!"

He Yanqing chattered, and the movements in his hands did not stop, and he cleaned up the bits and pieces that An Ji put on his face, and then he turned around: "You remember where I put it, don't ask me again when you can't find it."

"You too, help her remember something, and ask me every day if she can't find anything." After working in the unit for a day, He Yanqing was tired, and when he came back, he saw these two people making such a mess in the house, and it was strange to be happy, "I'm not that robot, I only need to remember these useless things for you every day!"

"Yes, yes, I remember!" An Jianing was the first to speak, but An Ji was still smiling on the side, and it took a long time before he popped out a sentence.

"Mom, you can leave it alone, I'll clean up the ...... myself."

"Okay, okay, you clean up by yourself, if it is still messy like this tomorrow, I won't be in class, just watch when you clean it up."

Every time it was such a result, He Yanqing didn't bother to be angry with the two of them on such a trivial matter, and only left An Jianing with one sentence: "Come and cook with me."

"I'm going to coax your mother, she's tired all day, she must have a big temper."

Shrugging at An Ji, An Jianing was about to leave like a thief, when he heard a urging voice from the kitchen: "Come here, it's grinding, you won't be able to eat at nine o'clock at night!"

"I don't cook, you don't cook, you're not hungry? Are you going to drink the Northwest Wind?" He Yanqing was cutting vegetables on the side, and his mouth was chattering non-stop, and the husband was only "hey, hey, haha" on the side.

The orange sunset wrapped in a little bit of the verdant of the distant mountains, and spread straight into the house. The kitchen is no longer noisy, only the sound of spatulas clashing.

An Ji knew that it was impossible for her mother to come to her house at this time, so she took the opportunity to carefully put the ancient book on the shelf, looked at the mess up and down in the house, and sighed.

"Do you want to eat noodles?" He Yanqing's sudden throat really startled An Ji, "How much to eat, if you do more, you can't eat it and waste it."

Stroking his chest, An Ji walked to the door of the house, and He Yanqing just turned around: "Do you want to eat?"

"I think you should eat less, and when the time comes, you will accumulate fire, and you will finally catch a cold, and you will be sick again."

Before An Ji could speak, the mother had already planned it, and the former was already used to it, so he nodded: "Then cook it for me a little."

"Okay, I see." He Yanqing turned his head in response, "Hurry up and get out of the pot, don't you see that the water is boiling?"

When I turned around again, I saw An Ji still poking her head at the door, and waved her hand in the air, "You go back quickly, pack up those things in your house, this is all Ben San, it's better than the girl next door, this is not yet elementary school, and she can fold the quilt!"

Sure enough, even if he grew up, he still couldn't escape the same experience as the seventh sister, An Ji secretly slandered himself, and didn't reply, only retracted his poked head back, looking at the overwhelming area in the house, quite desperate.

"Ahh Although the voice was forced to be suppressed, it could still make people hear the helplessness.

If An Ji takes a short video of what the house looks like now, and then writes "Mom told me to clean up the room" in the accompanying text, there will definitely be a large number of people who feel a headache with An Ji.

Most of the contemporary young people have a problem with intermittent tidying up, and An Ji is obviously one of them. When you want to clean up, even if there is an A4 paper standing in the wrong team, you have to put it in, as long as you don't want to clean up, you really don't want to move a finger.

What's more, although this room doesn't look messy, in fact, if An Ji finds something, he can still find it......

But this obviously does not meet the requirements of being a mother, and after thinking of countless words, An Ji was completely deflated, and threw herself directly on the sofa, brewing the mood of tidying up the house.

Turning his fingers and bored, before An Ji was idle enough to grab the hole in the sofa and start picking, the two cabinet doors that He Yanqing closed just now came into view.

Clothes. An Ji suddenly remembered her mother's words, and stood up without even a moment of hesitation, and subconsciously helped the table on the side - sure enough, she successfully avoided the dizziness caused by her sudden uprightness.

Walking to the wardrobe and standing still, An Ji didn't need to rummage at all, he found the one he was looking for among the dozen or so clothes hanging on.

The dust jacket on the outside and the hanger wrapped in flannel and pearl cotton on the inside all show the owner's cherishment of this garment.

Carrying the hook on the hanger in one hand and the dust jacket in the other, An Ji moved the extremely carefully preserved clothes to the bed and lay down. Only then did he unzip the dust bag, revealing the true face of Lushan in the set of clothes inside.

The clothes are also pasted with sticky notes with basic information such as An Ji's college, class, and name, which is exactly the work that An Ji designed as his graduation project when he first met Hang Luo.

It is neither a Hanfu nor a cheongsam that conforms to the standard, but retains the design of the placket.

Three silver-gilded gold thread buckles, the buckle surface is inlaid with a piece of turquoise the size of a little finger cap, and the natural complex texture forms a great contrast with the overall simple design.

Hengluo, which Aunt Zhang called the color of deep bean paste, is seven points similar to the dark smoke color contained in the history books, which is quite old-fashioned in the eyes of others, but it was used by An Ji to have a calm and determined youthful appearance.

The wide-legged trousers, which are also dark bean paste color, and a autumn-scented green belt that is about an inch long, not only add a bit of vitality to the clothes, but also give An Ji the inspiration to name this outfit.

An Ji's hand just crossed the sticky note still pasted on it, "Youth", a simple name that could not be simpler, not only represents the former's own youth, but also makes all the viewers' eyes shine at that time.

"It's not uncommon for young people to use youth as the theme, but it's always an extremely intense and conflicting color scheme." An Ji can still clearly remember what the teacher said when he saw his design, "If you weren't here, I would have thought who had put the wrong label."

"You made me see a down-to-earth and shining youth in simplicity."

Sitting next to this set of clothes, An Ji knew that it was the previous chance encounter that doomed all this. This is a sign of the beginning of this stubborn and somewhat ridiculous dream of yourself......

Since you are so destined, you can't leave where you go, so stick to it. Even if you don't succeed in the end, you won't regret it one day in the future......

An Ji stood up holding the hook of the hanger,

Walk up to the cabinet again and open the door to an angle facing you, revealing the full-length mirror inside.

"An Ji, what are you doing?"

I didn't hear a sound from the house for a long time, and I shouldn't shout, He Yanqing rushed over with a spatula, for fear that something would happen to his daughter, but he only saw such a scene, and he didn't know whether to raise his breath or breathe a sigh of relief first.

"I told you to pack up your things, why did you take out this clothes again?"

"Put it back, my ancestors! It's time to eat, you just haven't cleaned up anything, and you have to take out two more pieces, you're going to kill me in a hurry!"

Knowing the tightness of An Ji's baby's clothes, thinking that the spatula in his hand was still stained with oil, He Yanqing subconsciously took it away from his daughter.

Don't look at the disapproval of An Ji's learning from Hangluo weaving, He Yanqing has actually always been a knife-mouthed tofu heart, respecting his daughter's choice.

If it is really replaced by those overly radical parents on TV, I am afraid that now the spatula will be in close contact with the clothes, and the family relationship between the parents and the children will be destroyed together with the clothes.

"Hey, it's time to eat!" An Jianing came out at the right time to interrupt the mother and daughter.

Fold the apron in his hand, An Jianing patted his daughter on the shoulder: "Quick, take the things back, wash your hands and eat, I have been doing it with your mother for a long time, taste whether it is delicious!"

Sure enough, as soon as An Jianing opened his mouth, the contradiction between He Yanqing and his daughter would be directly transferred.

He Yanqing, who was still looking at An Ji with an angry face, turned his head and glared at his husband: Just you have a long mouth, don't you see that I am educating my children?

"Oh, how old are the children" An Jianing seemed to have mind reading skills, whether it was a daughter or a wife, as long as he looked at him, he could understand what the other party was thinking, "You also said, now that the girl is almost thirty, what do you always do with her?"

"This is the girl and Yunfan, the child is busy with studies and careers, otherwise it is like us at that time, now the children have to go to kindergarten, why do you still treat the girl as a child?"

What An Jianing said is indeed reasonable, but it just depends on her daughter's fault, how can she not worry about being a mother? I'm afraid that when I get old in the future, my daughter will suffer a big loss!

"Okay, okay, young people are different from us now!" Seeing that He Yanqing had not completely dissipated his anger, An Jianing pushed people and walked out, for fear that it would be a little later, and An Ji had already discovered his intentions before he started to use Ning Yunfan as a disguise.

"You see, robots can be used for cleaning at home now, and many of their ideas are beyond our comprehension!"

Since An Ji had made up his mind to try again, he didn't plan to bother anymore, so he immediately pulled the zipper, put the clothes back in the cabinet, and closed the cabinet door neatly.

"Mom, let's go, eat, I've been hungry all day!"

"I've been hungry for a day, and your dad isn't here at noon, so you won't be able to cook and eat by yourself?" He Yanqing always felt that the father and daughter were hiding something from them today, until he saw An Ji take out the clothes just now, and the premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"Aren't you good at cooking instant noodles yourself?" As a mother, she usually can't get used to her daughter's unhealthy eating habits, and she is too lazy to cook and order takeout and eat instant noodles.

"Why ...... today?"

An Jianing knew that An Ji was going to show his stuffing if he continued to talk, so he quickly interrupted his wife's words: "Oh, don't say a word, I finally came back from work, isn't it good for everyone to be harmonious?"

"Hmph, do you think if she listens to me obediently, will I? Last day at work, you and I are not tired?"

If An Ji went to the factory, it would be impossible for those aunts and uncles not to prepare lunch for her, which He Yanqing felt like a mirror in his heart, but today the father and daughter are stranger than the other, and it can be seen that the former must have hidden what he did.

"Oops......

"Oops, what, oops?" He Yanqing is most unaccustomed to her husband's appearance, if the child has a problem, he has to change it, and he has been used to it, what will he do in the future?

"I haven't

What about settling accounts with you, how many cigarettes did you smoke today? This is two big bags a month, I think you are afraid that you will die soon!"

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"Okay, let's eat, watching the two of you make more trouble than the other!"

A family of three can be regarded as able to stop and sit quietly around the table to have a meal together, and the banquet is also happy. He Yanqing is worried so much about the good of this father and daughter, so this anger comes and goes quickly, it just depends on the correct attitude of the two.

It was night, the stars were shining, and the moonlight crept into the room through the window, tracing the books on each shelf, as if they were a pair of hands, trying to open the scroll and take a closer look......

An Ji still didn't fall asleep, and only the one under the moonlight was the brightest in the room with the lights off. Look, the stars and the bright moon in the sky are making choices for themselves, what reason do they have not to break through again?

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