expired brother

Chapter 122

Every year, there will be two traffic jams at the gate of No. [-] Middle School, one during summer vacation and the other during winter vacation.

The vertical and winding car queues on both sides of the road remained motionless as the guards raised their loudspeakers and yelled "No illegal parking, no parking at the school gate".

It's not that they don't want to move, but that they can't move when they come in.The roads in the old city are narrow, so three cars running side by side have to be careful of scratching. As soon as the front of the car comes in, the back of the car is on the buttocks. If you want to turn around, you have to go straight and go around.

Parents led the students home with big and small bags in their hands, and the bustling and crowded road was crowded all the way.

Ruan Fangyu and Zhang Xinghang carried their open schoolbags on their shoulders with papers in their arms, and walked out of the school gate among the crowd. The cold wind poured into their necklines. We're in the car."

With a light shoulder, Zhang Nanxing held Ruan Fangyu's schoolbag shoulder strap with one hand, and patted the back of Ruan Fangyu's head with his palm, "What taxi?"

Tan Yaozhou took the things in Zhang Xinghang's arms from the other side, stared at the blank paper and said leisurely, "I recalled the fear of being dominated by brushing questions in the third year of high school."

"Fortunately, I graduated."

Zhang Xinghang was stunned and called out "Brother" for a moment, Ruan Fangyu was a little slow to call out, and then asked unnaturally: "Why are you here?"

"Why are you here..." Zhang Nanxing weighed his schoolbag, which was quite heavy. After carrying it on one shoulder, the well-ironed suit was wrinkled, and the snow fell under his feet, which wet his trouser legs.

He seemed to be referring to the present, or perhaps nostalgic for the past. White mist spewed out from his mouth, and he squinted his eyes to look at the bustling school gate in front of him.

"When every child is on vacation, shouldn't a parent come to pick him up?"

Zhang Xinghang did not respond—probably due to the influence of his previous habits, although the inner barrier was eliminated, he still spoke very little in front of Zhang Nanxing.

Ruan Fangyu didn't know how to respond, but just nodded.

The only memory in his mind of being picked up by his parents was when he was in elementary school, and his grandmother was waiting for him at the school gate every day, carrying his schoolbag for him.

In winter, he would hold his little hands under his armpits and leave when it was warm; in summer, he would lead him to pick up a popsicle worth [-] cents from a passing stall.

He remembered that the popsicle was very sweet, and it was wrapped in a small transparent film bag. When it was knocked against the wall, it would be broken in half. One half would be licked off on the way to school, and the other half would be turned into sweet ice water for drinking.

The dark SUV was parked on the opposite side of the road and waited for a long time. The car had not been turned off. The air conditioner was on. When the door was opened, there was a rush of warm air, which melted the chill brought along the way.

"I knew I couldn't park too close." Tan Yaozhou murmured while fastening his seat belt, looking at the buttocks of the car that was blocked at the corner, "I also went to high school."

"Oh." Zhang Nanxing responded, resting his hand on his chin and leaning on the car glass, and said in a good tone: "I haven't been on it, I'm illiterate."

Tan Yaozhou laughed, probably because he had done a lot of crimes before, and Zhang Nanxing still had the habit of choking him.

From the rearview mirror, he looked at the two children who were looking at the nose, the nose, the nose and the heart, and they both looked out the window in unison.

"My brothers are here, don't you want to save me some face?"

"Huh?" Zhang Nanxing smiled, "Then save some? You have to cook soup tonight."

Tan Yaozhou turned the steering wheel slowly and turned around, his eyes stopped on the rearview mirror and he smiled.

"As you order, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Nanxing asked the two people in the back seat, "Can I have mutton hotpot tonight?"

Ruan Fangyu: "I'm not picky about food."

Zhang Xinghang: "I'll listen to my brother." When he said this, his peripheral vision inadvertently landed on the ring on Zhang Nanxing's finger beside him, and then looked at Tan Yaozhou who was driving - he also had one.

"It's hard to go on vacation, and I want to take you to have a good meal. But I always feel that it's too noisy outside, so I bought something and went home to cook hot pot."

Zhang Nanxing said several reasons in one sentence, but they are untenable if they are carefully considered. As long as the money is in place in a private box in a high-end hotel, there will be no atmosphere.

It's just that what he wants is for his family to sit around, surrounded by the silent lights of thousands of families in Xueluo, that little bit of warm and warm fireworks.

This thing, the hotel can't provide.

Zhang Xinghang and Ruan Fangyu were directly brought back to Zhang Nanxing's residence. The room was well heated and the living room was bright and spacious, illuminated by snow.

The four of them stood in the entrance, and Zhang Nanxing pulled out two pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet, one blue and one gray, which happened to be the size of Zhang Xinghang and Ruan Fangyu.

Ruan Fangyu swept through two pairs of soft cotton mops—new ones.

After he entered the door, he followed behind Tan Yaozhou and carried the large and small bags of fresh ingredients purchased from the supermarket into the kitchen. After Zhang Xinghang piled up the schoolbags and materials for the two of them by the sofa, he also went into the kitchen very sensible to help.

Zhang Nanxing saw that everyone had entered the kitchen, so he followed suit.

Although he didn't cook, the kitchen he left was quite large.But no matter how big the kitchen is, it is still crowded with four people in it, and it is inevitable to bump into each other when turning around.

Zhang Nanxing had nowhere to start, and was forced to retreat to the door after "blocking the way" several times.

This dandy, who used to be a philanderer, has never touched the spring water with his ten fingers.Seeing how many people were chopping vegetables, and sliced ​​meat, even Zhang Xinghang would serve big soup.

Zhang Nanxing observed for a while, then silently picked up a bag of vegetables and found a corner near the door. He lowered his eyes and asked, "Tomorrow is 27, what are your plans?"

He wanted to directly invite the two of them to celebrate the New Year together, but he was afraid that Zhang Xinghang and the others were not that close yet.

It's not easy for the younger brothers to invite people rashly, and it will only add embarrassment to them. At that time, I will always feel stuck in my heart, and I will not be happy for a whole year.

Zhang Xinghang said, "I have no plans."

The copper pot that Tan Yaozhou bought is a nine-square grid. Zhang Xinghang is adjusting the abnormal spicy for Ruan Fangyu out of selfishness. The devil pepper is strong, and he is measuring how to put it in.The answer was very casual, and he really didn't think about it.

Year after year, Zhang Xinghang has long forgotten the warmth and family reunion that this day means.

In some respects, he is indeed a bit "otherworldly".

Ruan Fangyu saw that the green vegetables in Zhang Nanxing's hands were chopped into sections, and he put the washed potatoes on the drying sieve and passed them.

He lowered his head and said, "The two of us have been going to school, and we haven't done anything for the New Year."

In fact, all major supermarkets are open now, and there is enough time to buy everything, but Ruan Fangyu, like Zhang Nanxing in the car, just wants to find a reason.

"Why don't you live with me, stay at your place and eat the meals cooked by Brother Tan. It also saves you from ordering food for the Chinese New Year and eating the cold New Year's Eve dinner at the hotel."

Zhang Xinghang raised his eyelids, the food delivered by the hotel was always hot.He licked his lower lip and said nothing.

"Okay." These words were sent directly to Zhang Nanxing's heart, and he tilted his head and asked, "What kind of stuffing do you want to eat with big dumplings?"

"Fennel." Ruan Fangyu said, "Both Xinghang and I like to eat this, and we can eat two big bowls."

Zhang Xinghang and Ruan Fangyu wanted to go back and pack up some things for the accommodation, but Zhang Nanxing said no, but when they entered the bedroom, they found that the equipment here was more complete than at home.

Although he didn't notify in advance, his brother had already prepared everything. The slippers were bought, the room was tidied up, the tooth cups and toothbrushes were neatly placed in the bedroom's supporting bathroom, pajamas and pajama pants, and soft sweaters that had been washed and dried. Coats and even a change of underwear are put into sterile boxes and put in the closet.

Ruan Fangyu pulled out one and shook it away, glanced between Zhang Xinghang's legs, "How do you know what size you wear?"

"..." Zhang Xinghang turned his face away, and said sullenly, "How do I know?"

Ruan Fangyu said, "I don't even know."

Zhang Xinghang leaned against the closet door and sneered coldly: "Are you really careless? It seems that the two of us play less."

"A lot." Ruan Fangyu stepped back, "I think it's good enough."

He has always wanted to ask: Although he is young now, Zhang Xinghang is able to maintain full attendance and is still dissatisfied with his desires. Is it because he is too energetic and has a serious illness?

On the 27th, Tan Yaozhou simply finished the project, and the employees were on vacation. He brought two boxes of tea cakes back from the pastry room, and prepared to eat them as snacks in the middle of the night during the New Year's Eve.

As soon as I fastened my seat belt, the traffic police came and knocked on the window.

Tan Yaozhou looked at the smiling people outside, frowning with indifference, and reluctantly lowered the car window.

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I'm hungry. . .