The heating in the car was on sufficiently.

Zhang Ruoyu is also very stable in driving.

But this is the first time that the father and son have been together in a closed carriage, and the atmosphere is very delicate and cramped.

But as a person who has come over, of course, it is impossible for Brother Dazhi, who is very deep in the city, to return to happiness so embarrassed, strangely far away.

"It's been a big change in the sea." Brother Dazhi looked at the night scene outside the window. "High-rise buildings, really magnificent."

"Well, it's pretty big." Zhang Ruoyu didn't pretend to be cold, and simply responded.

"I heard that we are happy to carry out demolition? Are the neighbors living in billionaires? Brother Dazhi gossiped.

"Well, they're pretty wide." Zhang Ruoyu nodded slightly.

"Then why didn't you agree to the demolition? The house is so old, and with a demolition payment, it is estimated that it can also build a large three-bedroom apartment in the center of the coastal city. Brother Dazhi lit a cigarette and gave advice.

"That's my home." Zhang Ruoyu said lightly. "If I sell it, I won't have a home."

"You don't have a home anymore." Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Brother Dazhi.

Brother Dazhi grinned: "You still don't know me? I am used to being at home all over the world, using the sky as a quilt and the earth as a bed, and I can live anywhere. ”

"I don't understand." Zhang Ruoyu retracted his gaze and focused on driving.

Brother Dazhi ate the closed door, also closed his mouth, and smoked quietly.

Driving into the happiness of the super villas, Brother Dazhi didn't even glance at it, but his buttocks were slightly raised, looking at the six-story small building that gradually came into view in the distance.

All the people in the building should have been evacuated, except for Brother Zhang and Auntie, all of whom moved into the city to live in a big house.

After parking the car, Brother Dazhi climbed up with his luggage, complaining: "I don't dare to climb hard, I'm really afraid that if I step on it heavily, the stairs will collapse." ”

"Then you tap." Zhang Ruoyu followed behind the man and climbed the stairs slowly.

Father and son climbed upstairs.

Brother Dazhi glanced at the old-fashioned door and said, "Why didn't you change the electronic door?" How convenient that is. We've got smart doors all over the prison. ”

Zhang Ruoyu didn't squeak, took out the key to open the door.

Brother Dazhi entered the house with his suitcase.

The room is the same.

Except for the renovation, all the layouts are left untouched.

It's still the old layout of the big wise brother who walked out of the bedroom with his eyes closed in the middle of the night to pee, and he wouldn't hit the wall.

"Small is a little smaller." Brother Dazhi shrugged his shoulders with a face full of indifference. "I can live there."

After that, I opened the suitcase and made a simple bunk in the living room.

It's so thin that it's a little cold to the touch when lying down in summer.

Seeing this, Zhang Ruoyu took out a set of thick quilts from the master bedroom and helped Brother Dazhi thicken it with his own hands.

"Don't be so troublesome, I'm tough and out of the way." Brother Dazhi said politely.

"Have you had dinner?" Zhang Ruoyu asked directly.

"Not hungry." Brother Da Zhi's answer was a little bull's head.

Zhang Ruoyu didn't say anything more, and went straight into the kitchen to cook.

"Just cook the bowl and pay for it." Brother Dazhi shouted at the kitchen. "I eat everything."

Half an hour later.

Brother Dazhi, who was not sitting in the living room, waited for three dishes and one soup, and he looked good, and he must be stronger than Queen Ma's craftsmanship.

Zhang Ruoyu took off his apron and said, "Put it on the table after eating, and I'll come back tomorrow to clean it up." ”

After that, he took his coat and prepared to go back to Han's house.

"If you are foolish."

Brother Dazhi's slightly trembling voice sounded behind him: "Eat with Dad?" ”

Short, six words.

There is the name of a son, and there is a father who identifies himself.

Brother Dazhi seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

After speaking, his heart beat like thunder, his throat and eyes trembled, and he felt that he was going to die suddenly in the next second.

"Eat some, then." Zhang Ruoyu nodded. "I played mahjong all night, and I was a little hungry."

Brother Dazhi was relieved, his hands and feet were wooden, and the corners of his mouth were forceful: "You must be hungry if you stay up late to play cards, and your mother can't sleep without eating some supper." ”

Father and son sat facing each other.

It's not like the grandfathers who drink in a big bowl, one person holds a bowl of rice and buries his head in the rice.

"Eat more meat."

Like a thief, Brother Dazhi took a piece of meat and put it in his son's bowl, and then buried his head in the rice, not daring to look at each other.

Zhang Ruoyu swallowed the meat along a green vegetable, lowered his eyes, and did not squeak.

After the father and son finished eating, Zhang Ruoyu buried his head and left: "Just put it there, I'll clean it up tomorrow." ”

Then he strode away without stopping for a moment.

I can't even enjoy the scene when Brother Dazhi takes out a cigarette and prepares to smoke with his son after dinner.

"Slow down on the road."

Brother Dazhi chased after him, stood at the door and said, "Snow slippery, don't be crazy." ”

In response to Brother Dazhi, only the sound of his son's hurried footsteps was heard.

Lying on the window and watching his son drive away, Brother Dazhi rolled up his sleeves, washed the dishes and chopsticks, and drank even the remaining half bowl of soup.

Only then did he turn off the light, lay on the floor that his son had laid by himself, and turned over left and right, the thief was comfortable, and the thief was warm.

The son was still afraid that he would be cold, so he turned on the air conditioner in the living room.

In the dark.

Brother Dazhi's eyes were as wide as copper bells, his hands and feet rubbed the soft bedding, and he muttered, "It's good to have a son." ”