From the Bird

Li Yan put the towel on the hook and exhaled.

"Good second Li, goodbye Li ~"

The girl with the schoolbag clutching the fritters rushed out of the door a few steps. She brushed past Li Yan, her wet hair tangled.

"Done the pulp and leave it to someone to see."

Chen Kun shouted.

"It's going to be late."

The girl fluttered her nose and disappeared.

Li Yan wiped the stubble on his face with the green stubble on the back of his hand, and it was only twenty-six years after his new year.

The girl is Chen Xinrui, the daughter of Chen Kun, thirteen years old. Oh, Chen Kun is twenty-nine.

"It's getting worse."

Chen Kun whispered in his newspaper.

"I said Brother Kun, you haven't got thirty yet. How do I feel like you retired early?"

Li Yan joked.

"My name is enjoy life, you look at you. I was in the woods at the east exit of your village for ten years, and you had a kiss with a little girl. You see how old my daughter is?

"I don't, do you want to play for two years?"

Li Yan smiled heartlessly.

"Want to play? Have a daughter to play with you, oh, let me tell you." Chen Kun drew a stool, his face was close to Li Yan. "This little cotton jacket is different from the bald boy, just the ones in our unit ..."

Li Yan listened with a smile, for a while, Chen Kun suddenly stopped talking.

"What's wrong, Brother Kun, his tongue squinting?"

Chen Kun cursed with a smile. He laughed twice and said, "I used to say one thing, you made three sentences. Last time you came to my house, Showtime was still young. I still remember that situation. What happened, a misdiagnosis scared you?"

Li Yan's leukemia was vague. Old Chinese medicine or something, that's ridiculous. Relying on Chen Kun, they have never seen themselves in an acute illness. Li Yan said that he was misdiagnosed, causing Zhang Jiyong to make fun of him for a while.

"Not at all." Li Yan nodded, his smile unclear. "I've waited to die with his mother's eyes closed."

Both Chen Kun and Li Yan were laughing.

There was a sound of incoming music.

"Money is not easy to earn. Whether you are a lady or a businessman ..."

Li Yan picked up the phone.

"Hey?"

"Brother?"

The other end of the phone is Lei Jing.

"Are you still in Beijing?"

Lei Jing just got off the airport.

"Where are you, give me the address, and I'll pick you up at the end of the night."

"Oh, second ring ..."

Li Yan finished the address and hung up the phone. The opposite Chen Kun raised his face.

"eight pm."

"Stable, then drink."

The two uncle men pointed at each other, and "Na ~" came out of their mouths.

...

The sunset was tilting west, and the tender willows moved.

A shadow fluttered across the lake, a man in a white short vest, with a pectoral muscle bulging, and muscles on his thighs running like a cheetah.

He gritted his teeth, his face twitched, and sweat dripped from his cheek.

This man is called Gao Sheng. He is a sprinter of the provincial team. He has won two national championships and was only twenty-two. He is young and vigorous.

In his eyes, not far from the front, a tall and thin young man in a black long suit was strange to say, this tall and thin man took short and light steps. But it took him a lot of effort to feed, and he couldn't catch up with him.

Suddenly, as soon as they stopped, the man rushed out for a few steps, and then stopped for a while, then turned around suddenly.

"Why don't you run?"

As soon as the words came out, he regretted it.

People don't know themselves, what's the matter of running or not?

The tall and thin man looked up: "Ah? Tired, take a break."

Gao Shengping calmed down and said, "Dude, are you a track and field athlete?"

Li Yan responded that he might have been running a little faster just now, and said casually: "Ah, yes."

"Which team?"

Gao Sheng explored the tone.

"Oh, the national team."

Li Yan knew he was running fast, so he breathed a lot. Pasting is over. At the foot of Beijing, it is not an exaggeration to meet a national team player.

Gao Sheng collapsed and coughed before saying: "The national team was formed temporarily, and people are drawn from the provincial team. It is May. The national team athlete list has not yet come down. Which of your provincial teams?

"North, Beijing ..."

Li Yan didn't expect to run into someone who knew what he was doing. He hit a haha ​​and turned away.

Gao Sheng opened his mouth, and Li Yan's three feet disappeared. I had to mumble myself: "The Beijing team is a city team ... Besides, I haven't seen you."

Li Yan got on the bus and didn't take the episode just to his heart. He glanced left and right for no space, grabbed the handrail with one hand, took out his mobile phone, and played "don't step on the white block".

This is a small mobile game that tests hand speed and response speed. Li Yan downloaded it in the morning with a trial mentality, but it didn't help much. Right to relieve boredom

Boring, he looked out of the car and saw an acquaintance.

On the other side of the grass, a few boys and girls in school uniforms shoved. While there were more than ten people, there were only five people.

Chen Xinrui was the one with few people. She held a girl with a bowed head and said nothing in her hand, and stood in front of her without fear.

The bus captain rushed away. Li Yan held his shoulders and looked at the young boy and girl who had gone into small black spots. He whispered in his heart how his niece was so popular. When his father Chen Kun shook people, why not go up in his thirties? One generation is not as good as the next.

With the sound of steam, Li Yan was not ready to get off the bus at the stop.

This is not a big deal. If you do n’t talk to her at home, you ’ll save your child. The sun is getting dark, and you do n’t know if the food is ready. Kun Ge ’s skill is pretty good.

Then again, the world is really small.

Li Yan laughed.

On the grassy side, "What do you want?" "It's okay for you." "It won't work to bully our class." No matter what age, students quarreled. It's just not necessarily all harmonious. Dirty words often hang.

"I said."

Zhao Xin's face was not good-looking. She patted Chen Xinrui, who looked jealous in the front, on the shoulder.

"Will you let go of me first? Your palms sweat on my sleeve."

...

When Chen Xinrui hummed in a minor key, he bounced back to the door, four eyes staring at her face at the same time.

"Good for Uncle Three." "Good for Uncle Four."

The little girl's eyes were round.

Zhang Jiyong smiled a lot. He had eyes, and he had a taste of intellectuals. Nodded at the girl.

Guo Zijian looks like a hippie smile. He promised heavily.

Li Yan chewed carrots. He was the only one of the five who did not stare at Xin Rui.

"Yan Zi, Tang."

Chen Kun's wife came over.

"Thank you."

Li Yan sided, and Chen Kun's wife brought the chicken soup to the table. She followed Chen Kun at the age of fifteen, and she had known Li Yan for ten years, and had no income at all.

When the six were seated, Guo Zijian handed Li Yan a cigarette, lit his own, and spit out before asking: "Brother Yan, when will you come back to Guangdong this time?"

Li Yan didn't answer, pressed the handed cigarette and shook his head: "There are children, don't smoke."

Guo Zijian was surprised, hesitated for a while, and extinguished the cigarette in his mouth.

"Yan Zi, eat meat. I found that you were here for two days, but the meat and vegetables didn't move?"

Chen Kun also asked.

"Eat, why not?"

Li Yan picked up his chopsticks, took a sip and sent it to his mouth. He came down from the Renchen battlefield, and his taste was indeed a lot better, but it was not enough to eat meat.

"Don't look at me, buddy. I'm a fright. Some of you older can pay attention to your body."

"I'm absolutely fine, gym every day."

"You pull down a few, that gym coach you change for a month, are you in good health?"

A few people laughed as the spicy liquor got into their stomachs.

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