Chapter 83: With the original intention and faith, only youth dares to move forward

"You two are really good at it. Each one is more capable than the other. You can't even open the door!"

In this summer, He Yanqing hurried back from work in a hurry, and was unexpectedly rejected at the door of his house. After glancing at the guilty father and daughter, he knew that these two people had definitely done nothing good at home.

"An Jianing, who among you two washed the dishes and threw the dishes for me?" He Yanqing struck preemptively. Usually, the only thing that can make these two people feel guilty at the same time is to destroy something in the house again, "How can such an adult still...

…”

While he was talking, He Yanqing had already walked around the kitchen and counted all the dishes and chopsticks. Then he stared at the father and daughter with a suspicious look on his face.

"Look, I'll catch you two when the time comes." He Yanqing obviously stared at you for a long time without getting any results, so he threatened the two of them and turned away, "I've been at home all day and I don't even know how to cook. What if I

If the sky is gone, you two will starve to death."

Just as he was about to walk to the living room, in order to see what the father and daughter were hiding from him, He Yanqing took a step back and stood at the door of An Ji's house and scanned around, only to find an alarming chaos.

After all, it was impossible for He Yanqing to think that the secret between father and daughter was an old book whose author's name was unknown to anyone. It was even less possible for He Yanqing to think that An Ji would put the book into other books and put it aside openly.

In a mountain of books.

"After one day at home, I tidied up the house. It was even messier than when I left."

He Yanqing really couldn't stand the mess at home. Seeing that her husband and daughter had no intention of doing anything, she sighed and packed it up on her own: "Why did you take out these clothes too?"

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

He Yanqing muttered, without stopping the movements in his hands. He almost collected all the bits and pieces that An Ji put on his face, and then turned around: "Remember where I put them, don't miss them."

Ask me again when you arrive."

"You too, help her remember to ask me if she can't find anything every day." After working at the unit for a day, He Yanqing was tired. When he came back, he saw these two people making the house so messy. How could they

It’s weird to be so happy, “I’m not that robot, I only have to remember these useless things for you every day!”

"Yes, yes, I remember!" An Jianing spoke first, but An Ji was still smiling at the side, and it took him a long time to say something.

"Mom, just leave it alone, I'll take care of it myself..."

"Okay, okay, you can clean it up yourself. If the mess is still like this tomorrow, I won't be able to go to class. I'll wait and see when you can clean it up."

This was the result every time. He Yanqing was too lazy to get angry with the two of them over such a trivial matter, so he just said to An Jianing: "Come with me to cook."

"I'm going to comfort your mother. She has been tired for a long day and she must be very angry."

Shrugging at An Ji, An Jianing was about to leave like a thief when he heard an urging voice coming from the kitchen: "Come here quickly, if you wait too long, you won't be able to eat at nine o'clock in the evening!"

"I don't cook and you don't cook either. You're not even hungry? Are you planning to drink the northwest wind?" He Yanqing was cutting vegetables and kept mumbling. The husband just stood aside and said, "Hehe."

Haha' response.

The orange-yellow sunset enveloped a bit of the greenness of the distant mountains and spread directly into the house. There was no more noise in the kitchen, only the sound of spatulas clattering against each other.

An Ji knew that it was impossible for his mother to come to his room at this time, so he took the opportunity to carefully put the ancient book on the bookshelf, looked at the chaos in the room, and sighed.

"Want to eat noodles?" He Yanqing's sudden voice really startled An Ji, "Eat as much as you want. If you make too much, you won't be able to finish it and it will be a waste."

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

"I think you'd better eat less. By then, you'll have accumulated a bad cold and will get sick again."

Before An Ji could speak, the mother had already made plans. The former was already used to this and nodded: "Then just cook a little for me."

"Okay, I understand." He Yanqing responded and turned around, "Hurry up and get the pot off. Didn't you see that the water is already boiling?"

Looking back again, I saw An Ji still poking his head at the door, and the mother waved her hand in the air, "Go back quickly and tidy up the things in your house. These people are all busy, so they might as well be next door."

That girl hasn’t even entered elementary school yet, and she can fold the quilt by herself!"

Sure enough, even if he grew up, he would still not be able to escape the same fate as his seventh sister. An Ji secretly cursed and did not reply. He only retracted his head and looked at the overwhelming space in the room, feeling quite desperate.

"Ah!" Although the voice was forced to be suppressed, people could still hear the helplessness in it.

If An Ji made a short video of what the house looks like now, and wrote "Mom asked me to tidy the room" in the caption, a large number of people would definitely feel a headache like An Ji.

Most contemporary young people have a problem with intermittent packing, and An Ji is obviously one of them. When they want to pack, even if there is a piece of A4 paper in the wrong line, they have to put it in. As long as they don’t want to pack, it’s really

I don't want to move a finger.

What's more, even though the room looks messy, An Ji can still find everything if he searches for it...

But this obviously did not meet the requirements of being a mother. After thinking of countless ways to say it, An Ji was completely discouraged and threw himself directly on the sofa, preparing to clean up the house.

An Ji was twirling his fingers in boredom. Before An Ji could grab the holes in the sofa and start digging, the two cabinet doors that had not been closed by He Yanqing just now came into view.

Clothes. An Ji suddenly remembered his mother's words and stood up without even a moment's hesitation. He subconsciously supported the table beside him - indeed, he successfully avoided the dizziness caused by the sudden blackout in his eyes as he stood up suddenly.

When An Ji walked to the closet and stood there, he found the one he was looking for among the dozens of hanging clothes without even searching.

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

Holding the hook on the clothes hanger with one hand and holding the dust cover with the other, An Ji moved the set of clothes that had been carefully preserved to the bed and lay down. Then he unzipped the dust bag and let the inside

That set of clothes revealed the true face of Lushan.

There are also sticky notes on the clothes with basic information such as An Ji's school, class, and name. It was when An Ji first met Hang Luo that An Ji designed it as his graduation project.

It is neither a standard Hanfu nor a cheongsam, it just retains the slanted lapel design.

Three gold-plated gold-plated buttons are inlaid with a piece of turquoise the size of a little finger cap. The natural complex texture creates a great contrast with the overall simple design.

The Hengluo color, which Aunt Zhang and the others call the dark bean paste color, is very similar to the dark smoke color recorded in the history books. This color, which seems quite old-fashioned to others, is used by An Ji in a calm and firm way.

youthful appearance.

The wide-leg trousers in the same dark bean paste color and an approximately one-inch autumn green belt not only added a lively luster to the clothes, but also gave An Ji the inspiration to name this outfit.

An Ji's hand just happened to touch the sticky note still attached to it, "Youth", a name that couldn't be simpler, not only represented the former's own youth, but also made all the viewers' eyes light up at that time.

"It's very common for young people to use the theme of youth, but it has always been extremely fierce and conflicting colors." An Ji can still clearly remember what the teacher said when he saw his design at that time, "If you weren't here in person, I would still be here."

You have to think someone put the wrong label."

"You let me see a down-to-earth yet shining youth in simplicity."

Sitting next to this set of clothes, An Ji knew that it was the chance encounter before that had destined all this. This was the sign of the beginning of his stubborn and somewhat ridiculous dream...

Since you are so destined and can't live without it no matter where you go, then stick to it. Even if nothing happens in the end, you will never regret it one day in the future...

An Ji stood up holding the hook of the clothes hanger, walked to the cabinet again, and opened the cabinet door to the angle facing him, revealing the full-length mirror inside.

"An Ji, what are you doing?"

He didn't hear a sound coming from the house for a long time, and he didn't respond to calls. He Yanqing rushed over with a spatula, fearing that something would happen to his daughter, but he only saw this scene. At that time, he didn't know whether to raise his breath or to go first.

Breathe a sigh of relief.

"I asked you to pack your things, why did you take out these clothes again?"

"Put it back quickly, my ancestor! It's time to eat. It's okay if you didn't pack anything. You even took out two more items. You're going to kill me!"

Knowing that baby An Ji's clothes were so tight, and thinking that the spatula in his hand was still stained with oil, He Yanqing subconsciously held it farther away from his daughter.

Mo Kan didn't agree with An Ji's study of Hangluo weaving, but He Yanqing had always been a smart person and respected his daughter's choice.

If it were really those overly radical parents on TV, I'm afraid that the spatula would be in close contact with the clothes now, and the close relationship between the parents and their children would be destroyed along with the clothes.

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

After folding the apron in his hand, An Jianing patted his daughter on the shoulder: "Quickly, put the things back, wash your hands and eat. Your mother and I have been cooking for a long time, let's try and see if it tastes good!"

Sure enough, as soon as An Jianing opens his mouth, the conflict between He Yanqing and his daughter will transfer directly.

He Yanqing, who had just looked at An Ji with an angry face, turned around and glared at her husband: You are the only one who has a long mouth. Didn't you see that I was educating my children?

"Oh, how old are the children?" An Jianing seemed to have the ability to read minds. Whether it was his daughter or his wife, he could understand what the other person was thinking with just one look. "You also said that the girls are almost thirty now.

, why do you still use your tricks to control her?"

"This is because both the girl and Yunfan's child are busy with studies and careers. Otherwise, just like our time, now the children have to go to kindergarten. Why do you still treat the girl like a child?"

What An Jianing said does make sense, but how can a mother not worry about her daughter's fault? She is afraid that her daughter will suffer a big loss when she gets old in the future!

"Okay, okay, young people are different from us now!" Seeing that He Yanqing had not completely calmed down, An Jianing pushed the person and left, fearing that it would be later and An Ji would not start using Ning Yunfan as a cover.

, the intention has been discovered.

"Look, now you can use robots to clean your home. Many of their ideas are beyond our comprehension!"

His father finally fought for the opportunity. Since An Ji had made up his mind to give it another try, he didn't want to dwell on it anymore. He immediately zipped up the clothes, put the clothes back into the cabinet, and closed the cabinet door neatly.

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

"I've been hungry all day. Your father is not here at noon, so you don't know how to cook?" He Yanqing always felt that the father and daughter were hiding something from him today, until he saw An Ji take out the clothes just now, he felt

The premonition is getting stronger.

"Aren't you good at cooking instant noodles yourself?" A mother usually can't stand her daughter's unhealthy eating habits. She orders takeout because she is too lazy to cook. If she eats instant noodles, her body will be weak and she will get old in the future.

But what to do?

"Why today..."

An Jianing knew that An Ji would expose the secret if he kept talking, so he quickly interrupted his wife: "Oh, please stop saying a few words. I finally got back from get off work. Isn't it good for everyone to be harmonious?"
To be continued...