Lang Yangyang thought a lot about Xiaowen's gift when choosing a gift, such as a decent watch, a bag suitable for work, or electronic products.

But after thinking about it, what does a person who wants to leave home and work hard in a big city need most?

What did you need when you entered the workforce? It doesn't seem to be these things that decorate themselves.

It's money.

It costs money to rent a house, money to travel, money to eat, and sometimes even money for work.

Being alone in a foreign land makes you feel more secure than having money in your pocket.

Of course, Xiaowen was also very happy when she received this red envelope.

Who was the first person to say that money is cheesy?

Everyone condemned it.

When Lang Yangyang gave it, he also specially said, "This is what I gave with Brother Zhuang", and also emphasized that this is his own gift, and the salary and bonus are still calculated separately.

The meal was eaten until ten o'clock, everyone went home, Lang Yangyang and Zhuang Shuo both drank some wine and called the substitute driver, who had not yet arrived, just waiting on the side of the road.

Lang Yangyang told Zhuang Shuo what he had just talked about with Li Yuejing.

"Wouldn't it be inconvenient for you to communicate?" Zhuang Shuo seemed to be tired, sat down on the stone pier on the side of the road, and added: "After all, you are a store, and there are many customers every day." ”

Lang Yangyang was also tired, crossed his waist and said: "Actually, Brookside has always been at the front desk in the operation, and I am relieved that she is in the store." I mainly do things in the baking room, and when I'm busy, I come out to deliver things, and I don't need to communicate much. ”

Halfway through speaking, he didn't want to stand anymore, sat down on the stone pier next to Zhuang Shuo, and continued: "If it's about how I communicate with her about work, it's even simpler. ”

"Huh?"

"Just look at it. And people just can't speak, it's no problem to listen, I've gone to school, and I've studied with Teacher Li for two years, maybe there are many places I want to learn from her. ”

Zhuang Shuo smiled: "Okay, if it's really suitable, the team of the dessert shop will be relatively complete." ”

"Well, I thought that if Chenjiazhai went well, I would have to put a lot of effort into going over there, and I don't worry about the operation of the store, but can I maintain the quality of the desserts in such a busy life?"

Lang Yangyang said and spoke, not realizing that he was sighing softly.

After sighing, he looked up at the road and whispered, "Suddenly it's busy, take your time." ”

Zhuang Shuo looked at him.

The neon lights on the street were colorful, hitting Lang Yangyang's side face, and the evening breeze of the summer night swept the broken hair on his forehead, shaking in an orderly manner.

Changxi City is a city with very underdeveloped public transportation, and it is a very lively street, where buses, private cars, and electric tricycles are rushing through the streets.

There is also a motorcycle master parked on the side of the road waiting for customers.

In the hurried world, Lang Yangyang sat on the side of the road, thinking about his little world, and his serious and confused appearance was also particularly cute.

Zhuang Shuo suddenly asked, "Have you ever heard of the summer night wind?" ”

Lang Yangyang came back to his senses, the street was very noisy, he heard what Zhuang Shuo said too much, and asked him, "What?" ”

Zhuang Shuo thought that he didn't know this song, so he hummed softly: "The evening breeze in the summer night blows you in my arms. ”

"Your hair is fluffy, swaying in the wind." Lang Yangyang picked it up.

Zhuang Shuo smiled: "Have you heard? ”

Lang Yangyang: "Well, I used to like to listen to the radio, and I often played this one. ”

"Maybe we've listened to songs together on the same radio station before." Zhuang Shuo said.

Lang smiled and did not speak.

The street is lively, the evening breeze is gentle, and Yoyo, who lives closely, has already said home in the group.

Lang Yangyang and Zhuang Shuo were still tired just now, and they sat here for a while, they were much more comfortable, and the substitute driver had not yet arrived, and they were not in a hurry.

- Such a cool and slightly drunk night is exactly the life they originally wanted to pursue.

Even if I've been busy lately, and I haven't had dinner together for a long time, tonight is because I have to say goodbye to my friends so that I can get off work early and rest.

But it has also been satisfied.

On the way back, lean against each other in the back seat, take a nap, and when you get home, you can tease the puppy and take a comfortable bath and sleep together.

On Friday everything was ready, the farm was ready, there was nothing he needed to do, just went to see it in the morning, ordered the farm machinery and came back.

Zhuang Shuo is at home, and Lang Yangyang goes home to cook in the evening.

I wanted to call Zhuang Xiaoyu together, but Zhuang Xiaoyu said no, he is now an employee.

"Your brother called you along." Lang Yangyang said.

Zhuang Xiaoyu still insisted: "I won't go, I'll eat with Sister Youyou." ”

Lang Yangyang knew that he had a breath in his heart, he had been working in Brookside for two weeks, and his family still refused to let go, and his mother came to see him once, and asked him to go home, which was not very pleasant.

Zhuang Xiaoyu is saving money now, in fact, he has saved a little, as long as his mother relaxes, he will leave this small city immediately.

Lang Yangyang, who was caught in the middle, didn't say anything, but Zhuang Shuo talked to his aunt twice after Lang Yangyang talked to him last time.

Parents love their children and want to keep them by their side, safe and stable, Lang Yangyang understands very well.

is even a little envious, because no one has ever planned for him since he was a child.

The East Asian family is sometimes like a besieged city, with people in and out of the city having their own agendas.

Before getting off work, Zhuang Shuo called and asked Lang Yangyang to buy some garlic sprouts on the way back, but he forgot to buy them.

Lang Yangyang walked back along the road, bought garlic sprouts at the fresh supermarket on the side of the road, came out of a craft beer hall opposite, and went in and picked up a few bottles.

After drinking Lang Yangyang's wine together during this time, it came to the conclusion that Zhuang Shuo prefers IPA and wheat beer, preferably double IPA, while Lang Yangyang prefers IPA and Lager, and recently he especially likes Fruit Lager.

Pick and pay for it.

"Please help me put it up." Lang Yangyang said.

"Aren't you drinking here?" The cashier's brother was a little puzzled.

Lang Yangyang smiled and said, "Well, go home and drink." ”

The younger brother said yes and put it up for him.

Generally, this kind of tavern is dine-in, and if you use it as a ration at home, you will not come to the tavern to buy it, and the premium is too high.

But Lang Yangyang didn't care, he was at home in front of the coffee table with Zhuang Shuo, watching TV to eat something and drink a little wine, which was more comfortable than anywhere outside.

When he got home, it was still dawn, and as soon as Lang Yangyang arrived at the door, he heard Lei Gong humming and chirping in the yard.

Lang Yangyang pushed open the door: "Lei Gong ~ Stinky puppy stinky puppy ~"

Lei Gong flatteringly circled around Lang Yangyang, rubbing Lang Yangyang with his head, and in less than a minute, the gray-white legging sweatpants were covered with black dog hair.

Lang Yangyang thought to himself, why is this stinky puppy so enthusiastic and flattering today.

"I'm back." Zhuang Shuo appeared at the door, wearing his broken vest and apron, holding a handful of coriander in his hand, and sweating a lot.

Cooking hard in the summer, Lang Yangyang hummed and stepped forward to kiss it: "I bought a cold beer." ”

"Where's the garlic sprouts?"

"Bought it."

Zhuang Shuo took the things in Lang Yangyang's hand: "Let's go, go into the house and wash your hands, and eat in half an hour." ”

Lang Yangyang followed behind Zhuang Shuo, "Why is Lei Gong so enthusiastic today?" ”

Zhuang Shuo laughed and went to the kitchen to bring Lang Yangyang a bowl of chicken breast and pumpkin.

"I cooked dog rice for him, you feed it."

Lang Yangyang and Zhuang Shuo glanced at each other, revealing a clear expression.

In order to let Lei Gong understand who is the father, Zhuang Shuo, who is now giving delicious food, will let Lang Yangyang give it.

Lang Yangyang entered the house and mixed some dog food for Lei Gong to feed him for dinner.

The house was cleaned, the dining table and coffee table were wiped and organized, the sheets and quilts were cleaned, and the old ones were washed and dried in the yard.

A delicious dinner is being cooked in the kitchen.

Lang Yangyang walked to the sofa, relaxed his body that had been tense for a day, and looked at the ceiling and smirked.

There is movement on the mobile phone, it is a message from the express station, I bought clothes and shoes for Zhuang Shuo and a set of tools before, and the tools have only arrived now.

Thinking about getting it after eating, I can play with my phone with peace of mind.

I didn't read much WeChat for a day, and there were more than a dozen messages that were not replied to, and Lang Yangyang was ready to reply.

Zhuang Shuo came over with fruit, which was a cut peach.

"Padding your belly."

Lang Yangyang looked at him and smiled, Zhuang Shuo had sweat on his face, raised his hand and wiped it with the back of his hand: "Why do you look at me like this?" ”

Lang Yangyang: "As soon as I get home, I don't care about anything and just lie down, aren't you angry when you see it?" ”

"It's nice not to be angry."

"Don't you think I'm lazy?"

Zhuang Shuo frowned: "You've been busy in the store for a day, Yangyang, why do you think like that?" ”

Lang Yangyang shook his head.

Zhuang Shuo always felt that something was wrong with him, so he came over and squatted on the edge of the sofa: "What's wrong?" ”

"Nothing, really."

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

Lang Yangyang could see that he was really worried.

Maybe his previous self was always sensitive and fragile, and he always treated himself more carefully.

Lang smiled and said something playful.

"I feel like a stinky man right now."

"What?"

"It's the kind of job that I do outside to earn two jujubes, and when I go home, I don't do anything."