We are good friends.

With a sound of passing, Yan Ge's eyebrows and eyes froze slightly.

My memory of my mother ends at the age of seven, and my impression of my father began this summer. The ten years in the middle are a long gap.

Of course there is someone to accompany you.

Grandpa and grandma are here, uncle and aunt are here, and brother are there.

Just no parents.

The outside of the classroom window was gloomy, and the raindrops fell down in a fine and dense manner. The dull air was wet with bricks, and the shoes were trampled on the ground with mud and water. People walked over and took over, when they came, they put away the umbrella, and when they went, they held a small one in their arms, and their schoolbag was carried on their shoulders by the adults, asking while walking.

"What homework did the teacher assign today?"

"Fight again! Stand up again! I'll be so angry that I'll be happy, right?"

There is also a conversation between father and daughter, jumping happily.

"Yo you're 100 exams! Let's go, dad will take you to KFC."

"...Dad, but Mom doesn't let her take it, she says there are hormones."

"What's that?" The father who was holding his daughter used a casual and fearless tone of a big man: "If you don't say it, I won't say it, how could your mother know?"

“…”

The school uniform is blue and white, and is loose and wide on the body. It is wrapped in it, and it is like a hermit crab retracting into its shell.

Outside a window, it was a world of suffocation and rain.

And she is her cocoon.

Until the corner of the clothes was flattened and entered the sight, the voice was unexpectedly encountered in his ears, "Xiao Ge."

The hermit crab finally poked its face out of the blue and white room's shell.

"elder brother."

Most of the umbrellas were tilted toward each other. The figure of the young man holding the umbrella was clean, his eyebrows and eyes were stained with raindrops, deep and quiet like rice paper dyed ink.

It was Yan Ci when she was young, holding an umbrella beside her sister and walking on the light rain on Yanglin Tianjie.

The packaging bags of chain fast food, red and white, swaying in the palm of the girl's palm in front.

She looked and spoke.

"elder brother."

Yan Ci looked at him sideways.

Ten minutes later, she had the same packaging bag in her hand.

It sways around, in the rain in March in the south of the Yangtze River.

And that is also the scene that Yan Ge always remembers the deepest in the past.

My mother never mentioned the matter about her father at that time. Maybe she also mentioned it, but she couldn't remember it. Others kept silent about it.

Father.

It is a living member of the rest of the family and a secret that everyone keeps silent about her.

Later one day, about one day after the college entrance examination, Yan Ge came back after watering his grandmother's flowers and saw a figure in a suit and ties standing in the living room.

He seemed to be looking at the living environment here: a palm-leaf fan was spread on the old sofa, and a plate of cut watermelon was placed on the coffee table; in addition, there were books, "Five Years of College Entrance Examination Three Years Simulation", and reading notes bound into books, which meant that there was a student who had just passed the college entrance examination in this family.

The old electric fan is rotating on the ceiling, squeaking.

The man looked at these things, his back as if frozen, and he remained motionless in the sticky hot wind in the midsummer.

But also as she approached, he suddenly and coincidentally turned around.

With eyes facing each other, she saw his face.

I don't know each other, but I'm inexplicably familiar with each other.

So she asked, "Who are you?"

Who are you?

That was her first encounter with her father.

...

Things later became a matter of course.

But even after returning to Beijing, he returned to his father. But at the same time, Zeng Cheng didn’t mention much about the past. Most of the time, he just mentioned it in one sentence.

A past that year has been covered with dust, not to mention the people who live in the past.

For example, Jiang Fei.

So at this time, when Jiang Fei said this on the dining table, the chopsticks that Yan Singer also stopped a little.

She had never heard of what she said.

Jiang Fei was dressed neatly, from makeup to outfit, and her appearance was impeccable. Her eyebrows and eyes looked at each other, and her lips were filled with smiles, which were so gentle that she was the most ordinary and kindest concern of her younger generations.

She was still talking.

"At that time, Caiping and Zeng Cheng, we were both studying in the same school - Beijing Normal University. Zeng Cheng and I met a little earlier, I,"

"Fourth Aunt."

"Xiao Fei."

Two voices fell at the same time, from Yan Ge's left and right. Jiang Shiying looked at his grandson and turned to look at Jiang Fei. His tone was heavy, and he seemed to be unintentional: "Where did you put Ruyi when you asked the silversmith to beat him last time?" The old man said leisurely: "You find it, Minister He's granddaughter is one year old, and I happened to give it to him."

The smile on his lips was calm, and Jiang Fei nodded: "I understand, dad."

Before the sixth, there were four grandchildren of the Jiang family, the eldest, Jiang Qi, the second, Jiang Yu, the second, the eldest, Jiang Huanian, the third, Jiang Xian, the fourth, is a pair of twins, and is the children of the second family. The fifth girl died young and did not count among them, but she also listed the tablets, so there were six grandchildren of the Jiang family, but the order was counted by seven.

The eldest and second brothers work in the Shanghai branch of the family business. The third girl is a postmodern painter who runs all over the world all year round. The fourth brother and his sister who are born with the same fertility are similar in temperament. He is a professional e-sports player and a person who is always homeless. Yesterday, the old man gave him enough face to come back on his birthday. They are still there at this time. The eldest and second brothers brows moved slightly, but did not speak, and the fourth brothers did not respond at all. The third girl Jiang Huanian chuckled repeatedly, "Auntie IV is so strange."

Jiang Huanian took a tissue to wipe it on his lips while looking at Jiang Fei: "I was confused by what I mentioned about the past."

Her facial features are profound, and she describes them as gorgeous, with a erotic and unrestrained look on the corners of her eyebrows and eyes. She seems to be unrestrained, but actually has a delicate heart with seven orifices.

Who doesn’t know that the girlfriend whom the old six brought home is the daughter of Qi Yue Tianhua, whom the chairman of Qi Yue Tianhua has just recognized for a long time.

I just recognized each other and was still a girl's house, and my mother passed away early. The relationship between father and daughter may not have been repaired yet. Now I mentioned these in front of so many people. Isn't it exposed the scars on the spot?

Jiang Fei smiled and said, "I thought of it, just say it by the way."

The wind was calm and he was also tit-for-tat. But the old man had just passed his 86th birthday and it was a mess the next day. Therefore, after this conversation, the second daughter-in-law of the Jiang family, the biological mother of the third girl Jiang Huanian, looked at the old man's face, opened her voice, and said softly: "Huanian."

Jiang Huanian ignored this and looked at Yan Ge, and compared her hand to a v: "Sister Xiaoge, your singing skills are really good."

Then the topic changed: "When did you and Lao Liu get together? When did you shoot variety shows? Which episode is it? I have followed the live broadcast guide."

Yan Ge: "..."

With a little hand pulling, Rong Chuo said, "Don't pay attention to her."

Jiang Huanian: “…”

Jiang Huanian snorted, "Did I ask you Lao Liu? I'm asking Sister Xiaoge."

Rong Chuo's face was calm: "I didn't talk to you either."

Jiang Huanian: “…”

Jiang Huanian waved to the opposite side and lit up the WeChat QR code, which means that the Internet will be chatting later.

During the whole process of breakfast, Jiang Huanian's brother Jiang Xian was in a state of the whole process. After drinking a glass of milk, he got up and left, put his hand in his sweatshirt pocket and yawned. It seemed that he was going to take a nap again. Jiang Huanian looked at his younger brother's back and dissed it brightly: "Eat and sleep, eat and eat."

The scattered sound of the river strings from a distance: "Your evaluation of yourself is very accurate, sister."

Jiang Huanian: “…”

Can you play happily together?

Mr. Jiang was happy as the siblings were tied up. Even the butler next to him covered his lips and smiled secretly.

The second wife, the siblings, are a pair of live treasures.

The slightest slightest thing was unaware of it. After breakfast, Yan Ge had class that day and was sent back to school.

When I was sent back to school, I wondered if I had been together for several months today, and I felt a little sad in my heart. Unexpectedly, I was blocked by the other party's words, saying that he had no chance in the past two days and would stay in Beijing today and tomorrow.

"I'll pick you up again after school."

“…”

The little bit of secretly poking the sentimental dissipated, and the emotions turned red like stocks. Later, the teacher of the modern literature major asked her to read the poem aloud. As she read it, the teacher interrupted her and frowned, "Yan Ge, you read it wrong."

Everyone: "..."

The voice is not only suitable for singing, but also reading is straight and full of twists and turns, and has a very subtle sense of substitution. Everyone is listening sweetly at this moment, and they hear the teacher's words not right, and they are still confused - why is it wrong?

Teacher: "Your reading is too cheerful and sweet."

Everyone: "..." So is there any problem?
To be continued...