Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

When Shen Huainan contacted Jian Anran a few days ago, she had just woken up from her nap and heard questions on the other side of the phone asking: "Is it convenient?" and "When is auntie free?" She was really confused.

When she received a call from Jian Anran, Yang Yahui had just come back from get off work. Jian Anjie was in puberty and much taller than before. She was curled up on a small stool and doing homework under the gradually dimming light.

"An Jie, remember to charge the desk lamp after you finish your homework. I bought this lamp several years ago and the battery is no longer working." Yang Yahui shouted loudly while frying vegetables.

There was a "crackling" sound in the pot, but Yang Yahui could only see Jian Anjie's mouth moving, but could not hear anything. She subconsciously shouted, "What did you say?"

"I said!" Jian Anjie's tone was full of impatience, "I know!"

Yang Yahui didn't say anything else and pursed her lips tightly. Suddenly she smelled a burning smell. When she looked closely, she saw that the edges of the cabbage in the pot were already a little black.

Yang Yahui quickly fanned her hand and pressed the ineffective range hood several times, "An Jie, go and open the balcony door, the quilt is about to get smelly!"

Jian Anjie muttered in a low voice, "It has been stained for a long time."

He stood up, kicked the small stool beside the coffee table impatiently with his calf, and walked straight towards the balcony.

In the small single room, there were no partitions between the kitchen, living room and bedroom. Jian Anjie could step forward and open the balcony door after just two steps. The humid air outside the window seems to be more moist at night. It is already the rainy season——

It has been more than half a year since they moved out.

Although the life of Jian's family was not luxurious in the past, it still had petty bourgeoisie. Each family member could have a small room of their own. Yang Yahui even had an extra room to satisfy her hoarding habit. She didn't Not willing to throw anything away.

But now she is at her most vain age. Jian Anjie and her mother are curled up in a single room in the suburbs. Standing at the door, they can see their heads and even the neighbor's house across the balcony.

Everyone in the school is comparing themselves to the latest sneakers and buying the most fashionable stationery. Jian Anjie knows that her mother's job in the hospital is not easy, and no matter what, he would never say this.

Different from the willful and talkative second-born boy in the past, Jian Anjie is now taciturn and seems to have no patience to say another word. Jian Anran couldn't believe it when she saw him on the video call.

Jian Anjie looked up at the box on the top of the closet. Inside was the only thing he brought out from that home. He had not touched the switch game console that Wen Siheng had given him for a long time.

He seems to have a feeling of guilt for pleasure now. Every time he is happy, he will think of the changes in his family. It is obvious that everyone in the family is suffering, and he feels full of guilt when he is happy.

Mom is working hard cleaning, my sister is working part-time at school, and where is dad? Where is he and what is he doing?
  When Jian Anran first called, Yang Yahui specially put the phone in Jian Anjie's hand, letting him take the opportunity to chat with her sister. But she didn't know what she said later, so Yang Yahui hurriedly took the phone out of his hand. gone.

Then she walked quickly to the balcony, closed the balcony door with her backhand, and talked to Jian Anran on the balcony for a long time, looking back at him from time to time, as if she was afraid that he would hear, leaving him alone with the whole room. The fumes from burnt cabbage.

"Mom, do you still remember what those things were in the storage room at our house?"