"Zhang Meng, let go of me, don't push me, listen to me, this is my first time to come to your house and it's not suitable for you,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Feng Yan was circling Zhang Meng at the door of Zhang Meng's house and refused to go in.

"Brother Feng Yan, why are you so stubborn? What are you buying from your own house? Let's go and follow me in." Zhang Meng locked Feng Yan's upper body with both hands and dragged it home. Both of them tried their best to restrain each other. From a distance, they thought that one was kidnapping the other.

"Who was shouting at the door?,,,,," a female voice who sounded a little old but full of energy passed through the yard and passed into Feng Yan and Zhang Meng's ears.

"Grandma, it's me. I brought a good brother home for a meal today." Zhang Meng hugged Feng Yan and shouted at the yard with a loud voice.

Not long after, an old lady with a kind face with a kind face arched on her back and leaning on a cane walked out.

"What are you two doing? You won't come in at the door. Mengzi, hurry up and take your friend into the house and sit down, don't stand at the door." The old lady looked at the two people who were still entangled with kindness.

"My grandma,,, grandma, this is my good brother Feng Yan." Zhang Meng quickly introduced him when he saw grandma coming out.

"Hello, grandma,, this is my first time here,, look at me,,,,," Feng Yan broke away from Zhang Meng's arms and looked embarrassed when he looked at Zhang Meng's grandma.

"Mengzi has never brought anyone back. Today we are a family. Don't care about the fancy rules.,, go in, go into the house." Grandma Zhang Meng could see that Feng Yan was embarrassed by the embarrassment of coming to the door empty-handed, so she specially comforted Feng Yan. However, what Grandma Zhang Meng said was true. Zhang Meng never brought anyone back, and even his friends didn't know where he lived. Today, Zhang Meng was able to bring Feng Yan home to visit. It shows that Zhang Meng's recognition of Feng Yan, a friend who has only seen him twice, has only seen him twice.

Feng Yan followed Zhang Meng and entered the yard with Zhang Meng. The yard of Zhang Meng's house was not big, but it was cleaned up. There was no weed in the cracks of the small square bricks on the floor. Zhang Meng's house was two bedrooms and one living room, about seventy square meters. There was a TV cabinet in the living room, a set of old-fashioned sand and glass coffee table that could be used as a mirror. There was nothing else but for this small living room it was already full.

"Come on, kid, sit around, Mengzi, go and pour a cup of tea." Grandma Zhang Meng called Feng Yan while calling Zhang Meng. Zhang Meng responded and walked into the kitchen of the inner room.

"Feng Yan, I heard that your accent is not from us Jiangping."

"Grandma, I am from Shandong, I work as a technician in Jiangping's antimony mine"

"Well,,, work well in the mine. The most famous ones in Xijiang are our antimony mine in Jiangping,,,,,,, Grandma Zhang Meng paused for a moment and continued to ask: "Then why did you know Mengzi?"

"Grandma, I met Brother Feng Yan in a hotel. At that time, I was bullied by several foreign guests and was Brother Feng Yan relieved me." Zhang Meng put the tea in his hand on the coffee table opposite grandma and Feng Yan and smiled and snatched in front of Feng Yan and answered grandma's words. Feng Yan saw that Zhang Meng deliberately snatched the words and had not told the truth. But when he thought about it carefully, there must be a reason for Zhang Meng to lie. Before he could figure it out, Feng Yan always kept merciless in order not to make a mistake.

"Grandma, I'll take Brother Feng Yan to my room to check it out."

"Okay, you young people talk, I'll go buy some vegetables"

"Grandma, it's still early. Don't go, we'll buy it later."

"Yes, grandma, how can I bother you?" Feng Yan stood beside Zhang Meng with a troublesome expression on his face standing beside Zhang Meng.

"I mainly want to go out to grind my legs and go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. It's not bothered, no trouble, you guys can play." Grandma Zhang Meng stood up with Zhang Meng's support, and then walked out.

"Grandma, don't go too far, come back early," Zhang Meng shouted outside the door.

"Brother, go, come to my room to show you my baby." Zhang Meng said as he pushed Feng Yan to the inner room

"What medicine is buried in your gourd? Why did you lie to grandma just now?" Feng Yan was pushed into the inner room by Zhang Meng and turned his head to question Zhang Meng while walking.

"I'm a lie with a good intention. Let's talk about this later. Let's see my baby first," Zhang Meng casually pushed Feng Yan into the room.

Feng Yan was surprised. One bed and one cabinet, and the clothes were hung side by side on the wall against the bed. The quilts were neatly stacked. There was a shabby square desk next to the bed. There was a pile of handmade notebooks neatly placed on the desk. Next to the notebook was a pen holder made of a mineral water bottle, with several pencils standing inside. A corner next to the desk was an open drawing board facing the window. A small stool was placed opposite the drawing board. Although the whole room was not big, it was neat and neat. It looked not only neat but not narrow, but it was very comfortable. The worst thing was that the whole room was spotless, clean and neat on the bed and table. If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, I really couldn't believe that this was a big and thick man's room.

"Oh my God, your room is too perverted, right? No matter how you look at it, it looks like a girl's room." Feng Yan stood at the door and looked around the room, looking around.

"Haha,,, I'm used to it, it makes me feel uncomfortable when I put things in irregularities."

"You have obsessive-compulsive disorder, huh, you can still draw?" Feng Yan looked at Zhang Meng, who was so big and thick, surprised when he saw the drawing board on the side.

"Haha, hobbies,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Feng Yan looked around for a while and finally fixed his eyes on a portrait of a person placed on the cabinet.

"You also painted those two people? Why are there an incense burner in front of you? What does it mean to offer your own portrait?" Feng Yan said as he walked towards the cabinet. His curiosity prompted Feng Yan to stretch out his hand to touch the portrait.

"That's my parents,,,"

Feng Yan heard Zhang Meng say that the person in the portrait was his parents' hands that had just reached over and stopped in the air, but at the same time, Feng Yan's curiosity was further aroused.

"Don't uncles and aunts don't have photos? I see this painting, they are quite young."

"I am an orphan. When I was three years old, I was abandoned in the ruins. My grandmother picked me up when she picked up rags. So I don't know what they looked like, so I just thought about drawing a picture." Zhang Meng told Feng Yan that his life experience was extremely calm, but Feng Yan felt that he regretted it when he encountered someone else's minefield. He looked at Zhang Meng with an embarrassment.

"Brother Feng Yan, it's okay, I've been used to it for a long time. I'm living well with my grandma now. I'm very content." Zhang Meng seemed to comfort him immediately when he saw Feng Yan's embarrassment.

"Uh,,, it's best if you think so. Cherishing the present is more important than anything else, Zhang Meng, look at how beautiful the uncle and aunt are, you really cleverly avoid their advantages." Feng Yan was so funny that Zhang Meng laughed in awesome way in order to ease the atmosphere.

"Brother, come on, I have a baby to show you." Zhang Meng said as he picked up one from a stack of notebooks on the table.

"Give it, you can open it and see it"

Feng Yan looked at Zhang Meng inexplicably and took the book

"Yo,,Yo,,Yo, OK, you, talent, you are all the ones you drew?" Feng Yan turned over the picture book in his hand and confirmed to Zhang Meng in disbelief.

"Yes, I painted this stack." Zhang Meng was satisfied when he saw Feng Yan's eyes shining.

"Mengzi, you can do your best in painting. You can't say that this kind of visual effect drawn with only pencils is better than that of colorful comic strips,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

"Is that so? I didn't think about this at that time. I just wanted to save money and didn't want to buy a brush."

Feng Yan sat on the stool holding the painting in his hands, looking around, and sighing constantly, ignoring Zhang Meng beside him. Zhang Meng saw that Feng Yan admired his works so much, and felt that he had met too late. He painted these comic strips in the past few years because of his hobbies and never showed them, because he didn't want outsiders to point fingers at his own things. The reason why he was willing to take Feng Yan home today was because Feng Yan helped him fight that night. Zhang Meng felt that Feng Yan was loyal and responsible and able to chat with him was worthy of being Zhang Meng's friend. It was precisely because Feng Yan was his only friend who recognized him, so he hoped to share his most important things with his friends.,,,,,,

Feng Yan lay on Zhang Meng's bed and looked at such picture novels one by one. There were only a few pictures on the table. Zhang Meng had already prepared lunch.

"Brother Feng Yan, the meal is ready, it's time to eat." Zhang Meng shouted Feng Yan and walked towards the room. When Zhang Meng opened the door, the scene in front of him almost made Zhang Meng angry.

"Brother, what are you doing!!!,,,Brother,," Zhang Meng looked at Feng Yan lying on the bed to be precise, and should be lying in the painting book and immersed in the plot, shouting loudly.

"Uh, hehe, hehe," Feng Yan, who had just come back to his senses, got up from the bed with a smile. "Hehe,, it's a bit messy when you lie down like this, it's okay, we will agree to clean up after watching it."

Zhang Meng looked at Feng Yan, who was like a child who had made a mistake, with helpless expressions: "Let's have a meal first."

Feng Yan followed him out

"Mengzi, you portrayed the character and personality of Xiaodie well. It's so adorable," Feng Yan sat at the dinner table and was still talking to Zhang Meng about the plot in the comic strip with Zhang Meng.

"Feng Yan, you just like his thing, it's not good to eat or drink,,,,,,,,,," Grandma Zhang Meng said while serving rice to Feng Yan. It can be seen that Grandma doesn't like Zhang Meng's hobby very much.

"Yes,, grandma is right, so I haven't drawn anything for a long time. If you have that time, it's better to go out to do odd jobs and earn some money." Zhang Meng said while shining Feng Yan's eyes.

"Uh, um, um, I said that all your paintings are moldy, too, you can't be used as a meal, Mengzi, you are working hard now and earn money so well. If you can be so down-to-earth, brother and grandma are happy for you, right?" Feng Yan followed Zhang Meng's topic and went on.

"Haha, eat, Feng Yan, don't be polite, eat more, this is all done by Feng Zi."

"Is that so? I can't tell you are still a versatile person." Feng Yan looked at Zhang Meng with a smile while picking up a piece of fish: "Yeah,, not bad, delicious, Mengzi, I really know you today,, versatile."

"Hehe,, if you like it, eat more." Zhang Meng smiled and gave in to Feng Yan. Today, Zhang Meng was bombarded by Feng Yan's "sugar-coated shells" and was already dizzy and could not find the North.

Xin Weiyang apologizes to everyone. Recently, due to work changes, I have no conditions to write a book in the collective dormitory. However, Xin Weiyang will find a way to squeeze out time to keep updating as soon as possible. It is difficult to take into account both in order to make a living. I hope everyone can understand!!!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!