She looked around cautiously. The street was very quiet at the moment. People were either at home or going to popular business districts to participate in New Year's Eve activities. When no one was passing by, she quietly took three steps, and the figure flashed and said lightly:

It flew up to the roof, really like a cat that became a spirit.

The kitten was not injured. In her hand, she was restlessly sniffing and stepping back and forth. She grinned quietly and was about to go down. Suddenly she heard something. She raised her hand to pick up the kitten and hid cautiously.

Behind a big tree next to it.

After a while, the sound of a motor was heard in the distance, and a man wearing a helmet passed by riding an electric tricycle. There was a pile of cardboard boxes pulled behind the tricycle, and a sack as tall as one person in the middle. In the empty street, the man riding the bicycle passed by.

Holding the handlebar in his hand, he was cursing on the phone: "Let you watch and be careful. There are many people in a place like Yanning, don't you know? It will cause trouble for me...fuck!"

The road in the small street was uneven. The man on the bicycle was busy talking on the phone instead of looking at the road. He accidentally rode into a big hole. The three wheels jolted violently. The untied cardboard boxes and sacks fell to the floor.

He almost got knocked out. The man hung up the phone and angrily got out of the car to pack it up. At this moment, something in the sack seemed to stir slightly. The man didn't pay attention and pushed the sack into the car and shouted.

A dull crashing sound.

After the tricycle left, Quietly slipped down from the tree with the kitten in her arms. She covered the shivering kitten with her palms and said silently: "People are really bad."

The potholes in the small streets have been there for a long time, and no one has repaired them. They sit with their mouths open where the street lights cannot see them. People nearby have become accustomed to them and avoid them every day with their eyes closed.

The neon lights of the business district pierced the sky, and the noise could be heard from far away. When it was approaching midnight, people stopped and listened with bated breath to the sound of time passing. Some people were suddenly disappointed, and some were full of expectations, just like a year

In the past, life would have been different.

On the first day of the New Year, 804, which had been empty for less than a month, moved in with a new resident. Uncle Yang was worried about the "safety" of the dog stick, but he still gave in and went to the injection point set up in the community early to wait for the vaccine.

I saw a moving vehicle driving into the yard.

There was a taxi behind the truck. Before the taxi could stop, a woman slammed the door and got out of the car with a stinky face.

Uncle Yang sat up straighter and felt that the woman looked familiar.

At this time, another man got out of the taxi. He was sweating on his forehead in the cold winter. He paid the taxi fare in a panic, panted and chased the woman, saying something condescendingly.

The two people seemed to be a couple. The woman looked like she was thirty-seven or eighteen years old, but the man couldn't tell. Once a man has bulged his belly and bald his hair, it doesn't matter whether he is twenty-five, thirty-five or forty-five.

, they all look like a "master".

"Hey," an aunt next to her poked Uncle Yang, "Look, are those Xiao Han and his wife?"

Old Uncle Yang murmured: "...it's true."

"Well, back then, the house prices had just risen a little, and I was desperate to sell the house. I even tried to persuade him, but he still had to argue with me that the house prices couldn't go up any more." The aunt slapped her knees and sighed, "That's all.

It was sold for around two million, and now you want to buy it back and give it a try! So what’s the old saying? Don’t listen to what the old man says!”

Yu Lanchuan finally took a vacation, did some socializing, and stayed at home for a long time. Early in the morning, he harassed Gan Qing three times for various reasons. It wasn't until the door next door rang and Gan Qing left for work that he was fine.

Dry.

Yu Lanchuan was used to being busy. When he was free, he felt uncomfortable all over. He walked around in circles a few times. He remembered that there was a living creature at home to relieve his boredom, so he knocked on Liu Zhongqi's door: "I don't usually have time to teach you.

come over."

Liu Xiaodi thought that his elder brother was going to teach him martial arts, so he was so happy that he almost jumped into the room and ran out happily. Then he saw Yu Lanchuan took out the CD and played the original cartoon of "The Lion King" at home.

Cartoons are actually okay. Although Liu Zhongqi, a young man who lacks love, is a little disappointed, he is very satisfied as long as his elder brother is willing to accompany him.

But his unlucky older brother refused to let him watch it properly. When he said two sentences in the cartoon, he would press pause and let Liu Zhongqi repeat it. If he couldn't repeat it, he would go back and listen to these two sentences over and over again, ten or eight times.

He wrote out the original sentence word for word, and asked the boy to chew on each word, and then repeat it.

Liu Zhongqi, whose English had been hovering below the passing mark all year round, was tortured to the point where his eyes were blinded. In the end, he almost wanted to jump from the tenth floor. Just when he was deeply planning to run away from home again, the doorbell came to his rescue.

Liu Zhongqi jumped up from the ground like lightning and ran out happily to open the door: "Hey, Grandpa Yang?"

Uncle Yang brought a strange middle-aged man with him. When Yu Lanchuan came out, he saw the middle-aged man putting a box of milk at the door with a smile on his face: "Is Mr. Xiao Yu here? I didn't have a chance to visit before. I have something to do at home.
Chapter completed!