When Una saw Fan Zhe’s face was embarrassed and speechless, she suddenly smiled and said, “Haha, look, scared you!”.

"Don't make such jokes!" Fan Zhe said helplessly.

Una did not admit it or deny whether this was a joke.

The two of them were silent for a moment, and for a moment, there was only the sound of eating with chopsticks.

After a while, Una talked about the story of her middle school days.

"Actually, the two times in junior high school and high school, I think it's a bit funny when I think about it now."

Fan Zhe didn't speak.

Una paused, and a look of recalling the past appeared on her face: "At that time, I was really not afraid of heaven or earth. I always felt that I would have a good life in the future. The people I like would definitely like me. I could do what I wanted to do, I could blow the breeze on the blue sea, I could indulge in the swelling on the top of the mountain, and I could travel around carefreely."

"But, life is not satisfactory, eight out of ten."

Fan Zhe nodded silently.

Nine out of ten life is unsatisfactory, but it is nothing to say to others. Fan Zhe has experienced this in the past or two years. If he hadn't gotten the "dimensionality" in his hand, he really wouldn't know how long his dark life would last.

In front of you, this girl with fair skin, beautiful and long legs seems to be unable to escape the hardships of life and reality.

"So..." Una smiled again, "I'm not convinced!"

"Why can't I live the life I like? Since I was a child, my mother asked me to learn this and that, but I never asked my opinion; my father chose me for college majors, but I never asked my opinion; after college, they asked me to find a job they like, find a husband they like, and live a stable life, but I never asked my opinion. Last year I figured it out, no matter what I am like in the future, at least now, I have to fight for what I want."

"So, I changed careers and became an actor."

"Have ambition." Fan Zhe praised and asked again: "Is it very hard?"

"I'm not afraid." Wu Na said, "It's hard, but it's been like this for more than a year. Although I feel a lot of grievances, I'm actually quite happy and I feel that I'm still alive."

"That's good." Fan Zhe remembered the fact that he had started a company with someone else. At that time, he was unwilling to accept it, but he failed.

"Van Zhe, I'll tell you." Wu Na said again, "When I just graduated from work, I thought I was stupid before, and I thought I was stupid, so why did I do that kind of thing."

Fan Zhe knew that she was referring to the confession in public, and he said, "You were really bold at that time, and you almost scared me silly, but twice!"

Wu Na laughed and said, "But recently I changed my mind and would not regret it at all. Because that is me, the bravest thing I did in my youth."

...

I had a meal for a long time, and when it was over, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.

He talked with Una for a long time, recalling the past, talking about the interesting things or depressions in his respective lives over the past two years, and then imagined the future.

He was two years older than Una and had been playing together since childhood. After the sensational confession incident that year, he did not alienate this girl too much. He always regarded Una as his sister.

Then, I suddenly realized that this sister who used to be pestered by her has grown up now. Although she is still lively and sunny, she has become mature and independent in time, and has her own unique charm.

Of course, Van Zhe would not consider the issue of feelings, and he did not have this mood now. However, although he could not be a lover, he also believed that Una would occupy a special position in his life.

Una is working hard for her future, and Van Zhe needs this even more.

Men are also human beings and will have their own ideals; men are also men, and the responsibilities they have to bear are heavier.

If you have a "dimensionality" that can change your destiny, and Fan Zhe doesn't even have sex, he is really sorry for the golden finger God has opened for him.

He injected himself with a wave of chicken blood, and when he got home, he opened the door, he saw an unexpected and reasonable person visiting his house.

On the old sofa in the living room, a middle-aged man sat, with his eyebrows and eyes slightly similar to Fan Qing. He was holding a cigarette in his left hand, and his frowning looked a little distressed.

This is Fan Zhe’s uncle, Fan Jiaming.

Fan Jiaming and Fan Qing are cousins, the kind that grew up together since childhood, and the relationship between the two families has always been good.

"Uncle San." Fan Zhe called out.

Fan Jiaming raised his head and said, "Xiaozhe is back home? When did he come back?"

While changing shoes, Fan Zhe replied: "It's been a month."

"When will I go back to Shenghai?"

"I guess it's a while."

After asking a few casual questions, Fan Jiaming stopped talking and smoked cigarettes. Fan Zhe's mother Li Rong was busy in the kitchen and was silent. Fan Qing sat on the chair on the side of the sofa, lowering her head and silent.

The atmosphere is very dull.

The three people in the room were not in high spirits.

Fan Zhe could see that his father, mother, and the third uncle should have been talking about something before, and his arrival interrupted the process.

Based on the known information and thinking about it for a moment, Fan Zhe guessed what they were talking about before.

Uncle San must have come to collect debts.

As for why they stopped talking after entering the house, the reason was very simple: Although Fan Zhe is not young now, in the eyes of his elders, he is still a junior.

Fan Qing didn't want his son to bear more pressure at this time; while Fan Jiaming didn't talk about this in front of Fan Zhe because he wanted to save some face in front of his son.

In a blink of an eye, Fan Zhe, who guessed the thoughts of his father and third uncle, smiled.

He asked, "Uncle San, I haven't been to see you yet when I come back this time. I heard that your family is going to buy a house? Congratulations."

Several people were stunned and didn't understand why Fan Zhe took the initiative to mention this matter.

Fan Zhe continued: "The housing prices in Xunyang are quite high now. Uncle San wants to buy a house, so it is not too much pressure, right?"

"Yes..." Fan Jiaming said, "Your dad still owes me some money, or I can give it to me now, otherwise my down payment would be really bad."

After saying that, his eyes were still squeezing towards Fan Qing.

Fan Qing smiled awkwardly, without saying a word, cursing Fan Zhe in his heart: Little bastard, why don’t you pick up any pot? If your father has money, he still has to speak?

Fan Zhe was also happy: "Okay, it should be. Uncle San, 30,000, right? I'll transfer the money to you now."

While saying that, he operated on the mobile banking and said, "The money should have arrived. Uncle San, please check it?"

"Ah?" Fan Jiaming was stunned. He turned his head to look at his brother, and was surprised to find that Fan Qing's expression on his face.

Where did this kid get the money?

Fan Zhe's smile was still gentle, and he urged: "What are you doing when you are standing there? Take a look."

"Oh... OK..." Before the surprised expression on her face was taken back, Fan Jiaming took out her mobile phone, checked the mobile banking, and saw the information that the 30,000 yuan was received.

The big guy breathed a sigh of relief. In this way, the down payment for buying a house was almost done, and he put down the big stone in his heart.
Chapter completed!