Fuchen stared at Yang Yong. His tanned face looked like a piece of hung bacon in the backlight. Dissatisfaction grew in his heart.
"Yang Yong, you are so kind. Kindness needs to be protected." Fuchen turned and left. She believed that holding a sharp knife in your hand can protect beauty, whether it's your own or others'.
The footsteps left.
Yang Yong's meat-cutting knife stopped on the meat, clicked for a while, and continued to cut the meat.
An hour later, Fuchen called out "Ah Shen" in his house. After a while, Ah Shen came in, washed his hands and had a meal. Uncle Zhen's architect was too busy at work. He had just received a case and went to the scene to investigate.
Basically, when Uncle Zhen was away, Ah Shen followed Fu Chen to eat at Fu Chen's house.
After being neighbors for so many years, we soon became family.
A week into school, Fuchen quickly gained an admirer. This person he met while playing basketball, came over to Fuchen and asked Fuchen, "Can I be your boyfriend?"
Fuchen glanced at his face and reluctantly agreed.
That person was a classmate in Class 1 of the same grade. In the next few days, two more boys came over, and the dust was all over. Including the one in the second grade of junior high school who had an affair, there were four of them.
Everyone was surprised.
Wu Zhanfei: "Sister Yang, don't raise fish until they all run away."
Fuchen said calmly: "I'm not afraid."
After that, Fuchen quickly gathered a large group of girls and a small group of boys. In the class, two teams, Fuchen and Wu Zhanfei, were gradually formed.
At the end of the month.
Fuchen and Zhen Shen went to learn sign language.
As expected by Fu Chen, Yang Yong's team was poached. Many of his employees were experienced employees who had been with him for many years. Yang Yong had a headache.
After coming out of the sign language school at noon, Fuchen and Zhen Shen ran to the construction site to see Yang Yong. A large group of people were sitting on cement bags eating lunch boxes with chicken legs on them. Fu Chen saw at a glance that Yang Yong's own lunch box did not have chicken legs.
Two people walked out.
Fuchen left without disturbing her and took Zhen Shen away. She heard the two people in front of her turning around and talking quietly. She walked over and listened to the corner.
"Has Boss Wang come to see you? He told me that he will give me an extra three thousand as salary after passing by. Another twenty thousand during the Chinese New Year and an extra fifty thousand a year. Are you going?"
"I've only been here two years. Can you give me so much?"
"Hey, you come with me. Whatever conditions I give you, I will definitely give you any conditions. How can I make you suffer, brother?"
"Boss Yang's side..."
"I work for money. Which boss doesn't follow me?"
…
Fuchen listened to the whole thing, waited for the two to leave, and then quietly left. He sent the recording in his hand to Yang Yong, noting that he would listen to it when he was alone. He left with a smile.
She is not easy to raise.
I had nothing to do in the afternoon, so I went to the gallery with Zhen Shen to look at paintings.
Zhen Shen spends three days every week to learn painting with a teacher or go to the gallery to look at other people's paintings.
His paintings have never been incomprehensible to Fuchen. They are not so concrete that they look like photographs, nor are they so abstract that they are completely incomprehensible. They are a bit like illustrations in novels, but not like them.
In the evening, Yang Yong rushed back to cook as usual.
The half-grown boy starved me to death. Yang Yong ate a lot, and Fu Chen ate one bowl more than Yang Yong. Together with Zhen Shen, the three of them ate seven or eight kilograms of rice in one meal.
Sometimes when Fuchen is too lazy, he just fills the soup basin with rice and eats it all with the vegetables.
Yang Yong now cooks in large pots and bowls. He uses basins instead.
Dish basin, soup basin... Sometimes when serving dishes, I feel like I am feeding pigs.
Fuchen was eating, and when he saw Yang Yong, he remained silent again. He didn't say anything, and he didn't bother to care. He stretched out his hand to ask for money, "Give me money!"
Yang Yong didn't say much, took out his wallet and gave all the cash inside to Fuchen.
