"Are you thirsty? Do you want orange juice or blueberry juice?" Situ Muyun opened the refrigerator, took out two large soft plastic juice bottles, and asked Haoran for his opinion.
"It's up to me." Haoran told the truth. He had never drunk such a high-end fruit drink, so he naturally had no choice.
"Then, let's try the blueberry juice. It tastes pretty good." Situ Muyun took a transparent crystal cup from the cupboard, unscrewed the juice bottle, poured a glass gracefully, and handed it to him.
After taking the blue-purple juice, Haoran immediately smelled a sweet fruit aroma. He couldn't wait to take a sip. It was sour and sweet, with some pulp mixed in, and the taste was very good.
"It tastes good." He took another sip.
"Then drink more." A bright smile shot out of Situ Muyun's eyes. She could see that the young man in front of her was not pretentious at all in front of her. His every move was completely in line with those who always surrounded him.
The dandies around him formed a sharp contrast.
Thinking of those dandies, Li Tiannan's annoying face suddenly appeared in her mind, and her smile that had just appeared suddenly disappeared again.
"Alas." Situ Muyun sighed softly and took out another cup, which was also filled with blueberry juice.
"Are you worried?" Haoran could feel the faint sadness behind this sigh.
Situ Muyun lowered his long eyelashes, and just said "hmm" softly, and then drank up the juice in the glass in one gulp, which looked a bit like drinking to drown his sorrows.
Suddenly, a burst of beautiful music sounded from her pocket, and Haoran's ears tightened. The ringtone on her cell phone was exactly her favorite song - it was so exciting.
Situ Muyun took out her mobile phone from her pocket and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. She hesitated for a moment, but still answered the call.
"Hey, who is this?" she asked doubtfully.
"Xiaoyun? I'm Hu Fei." A man's voice came on the phone, soft and a bit effeminate.
"Hu Fei? It's so late, are you okay?" Situ Muyun's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled, and it was obvious that she was not interested in this Wu Fei.
"No...no, yes. I just changed my mobile phone number and I called you first." On the other end of the phone, Wu Fei's voice sounded happy, with a hint of expectation.
"I know, nothing else, I'm sleepy." Situ Muyun replied straightforwardly.
"There is a dance at my house tomorrow. I hope you can come." Wu Fei heard her impatience and hurriedly extended the invitation in a short message.
"Sorry, I have something to do tomorrow." Situ Muyun obviously didn't want to let Wu Fei fantasize, and even Haoran standing by could hear the slightest chill in his tone.
"Xiaoyun..."
"I'm going to bed, good night." Situ Muyun ignored Wu Fei who continued to pester him on the other end of the phone and hung up the phone.
"A second-generation ancestor." She glanced at Haoran beside her and explained without reason.
"..." Haoran opened his mouth, but finally closed it without saying anything - he felt that as an outsider, he really shouldn't express any opinions.
"Gudong, Gudong~" Situ Muyun drank another glass of juice.
Haoran didn't know what to say, so he had to slowly taste the glass of blueberry juice on the side. Unfortunately, in this atmosphere, no matter how delicious the drink was, it was tasteless.
"I'm going to pick up two new members tomorrow morning. Our studio will be busy soon." After a while, Situ Muyun suddenly broke the silence.
"Oh? What kind of partner?" Haoran felt relieved when he heard her speak, and suddenly felt that the oppressive atmosphere was relieved a lot.
"A priest and a warrior." Situ Muyun said: "They are both young people of about the same age. We will definitely get along very well."
"Well, that's good." A glimmer of expectation flashed in Haoran's eyes. With these two new people joining the team, the game studio should be officially established, right?
Situ Muyun poured some more blueberry juice into his almost bottomed cup, and then said: "The system needs to be maintained for 12 hours, and the game cannot be entered. You should go to bed early tonight."
"Okay, good night then." Haoran drank the juice in a big gulp and wanted to go back to the room.
"Wait a minute." As soon as he reached the door, Situ Muyun suddenly called him.
"Situ Xiao...Xiaoyun, what's the matter?" Haoran paused for a moment, remembering that this beauty didn't like to be called miss, and immediately changed the title.
"It's nothing, I just want to ask...does the wound on your forehead still hurt?" Situ Muyun's face was soft, and his eyes looking at his forehead were full of concern.
"It's a small injury, it's okay." Haoran felt warm in his heart, it was nice to have someone caring about him.
"You still need to pay attention to rest. I'll ask Aunt Wu to make some black-bone chicken soup for you tomorrow." Situ Muyun still worried a little.
"Thank you, I've troubled you and Aunt Wu these days." Haoran said and yawned - after working hard in the game for several hours, he was indeed a little tired.
"It can be seen that Aunt Wu likes you very much." Situ Muyun seemed to have something to say. He hesitated for a moment and just said two words lightly: "Good night."
"Well, good night." Haoran responded.
This time, he slept very sweetly, and in his dream he returned to the clear stream in his hometown...
When Haoran got up early the next morning, he drank some porridge with Wu's mother and then took a bus to the city center.
First he went to the mobile phone counter, where he picked right and left, and finally bought a Samsung smartphone, which cost just over two thousand and was very cost-effective.
Finally having a communication tool, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, is this Grandpa Zen? I'm Haoran." He was the first to dial the only phone number in the village. If he remembered correctly, the old voice on the other end of the phone was the village elder Zen.
"Haoran? You finally have news. Your family has been very anxious during this period." Upon hearing it was Haoran, the village chief's voice immediately became excited.
"Well, I've been busy looking for a job recently and really don't have time." Haoran looked careless and asked again: "Grandpa Zen, can you ask my parents to answer the phone?"
"Okay, I'll go look for him right now. You can call back in ten minutes." The old village chief hung up the phone after saying that, obviously he was in a hurry to call someone.
Haoran took advantage of these ten minutes to go to the post office not far away. Through bank card transfer, he directly remitted 30,000 yuan home. At that time, his parents were still in debt because he went to study. Now that he has made a little money, naturally,
I want to send them all back.
After finishing all this, he dialed the village chief's home phone number.
"Of course..." The voice that answered the phone this time was a middle-aged woman's voice, which was a little trembling and seemed to be sobbing.
"Mom..." Haoran, who was standing on the street corner, couldn't help but feel a sore nose when he heard this familiar voice.
