The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"Hey!"

"Big Black, don't lick! Don't lick!"

Within the canopy.

Yan Cong had just come off a dirt road and hadn't even reached his doorstep yet.

The big black dog from his hometown smelled the aroma and rushed out, its tail wagging wildly. It jumped and spun around the electric scooter, sticking out its tongue and poking at his trouser leg.

Yan Cong held the handlebars with one hand and shooed the dog away with the other, forcing the bike to slow down.

"Big Black!"

"If you lick my feet again, I'll stew you tonight!"

Big Black couldn't understand.

It only knew that its little owner had returned, so it licked even more enthusiastically.

Yan Cong was so annoyed by it that he could only awkwardly press the brake to go downhill.

"grandmother!"

He called out towards the front of his house, from the small vegetable garden next to the yard.

An old woman is bending over and weeding.

She was wearing an old straw hat, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and a half-basket of vegetables lay at her feet.

Upon hearing the sound, she paused in her movements but did not immediately get up.

He just chuckled to himself.

"Ugh."

"I'm really getting old; I've been having auditory hallucinations several times lately."

"Little Bear went to the next province to make money, he doesn't have time to come back..."

Yan Cong parked the car on the side of the dirt road, and Da Hei was still circling around him.

He didn't chase it away anymore.

The boy tiptoed around to the edge of the vegetable garden and stood behind the old woman.

When those words of self-talk reached his ears, his nose suddenly stung with tears.

"grandmother!"

"I'm back!"

The old woman's body trembled violently.

Her hand, which was holding the grass root, stopped in mid-air, and she turned around to look behind her.

Seeing Yan Cong standing there, grinning, but with red eyes.

She was stunned for several seconds.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes again.

Looking again, it was still that tall, thin grandson.

The person is still alive.

"Ouch!"

"My child!"

"Little Bear! You're really back!"

"Um."

Yan Cong's Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed the soreness in his throat and smiled easily.

I miss you. I'm coming back to visit for a couple of days.

"What's there to think about?"

The old lady complained, but her eyes and brows couldn't hide her joy.

"Making money is important!"

"Your trip back will cost you several hundred more."

"Grandma is doing just fine at home alone!"

"That won't work."

Yan Cong didn't expose her. He bent down and deliberately dragged out his voice to act coquettishly.

"It's been so long since I've had your steamed egg custard."

"I want to eat it."

"Okay!"

The old lady was rendered speechless by his words and turned to take his hand.

"Okay, okay, if you want to eat, go home and eat."

"Walk."

Big Black was running around happily in front.

An old man and a young boy walked through the vegetable garden and entered the yard.

Soon, the kitchen became lively.

As soon as the stove fire started, the smoke slowly rose upwards.

The old lady kept nagging as she worked.

"You silly child, you come back, but why did you buy so much stuff?"

"Is our family lacking your help?"

"Oh, I want to eat it."

"So, are you going to make it for me or not?"

"Here you go!"

The old lady smiled broadly and pushed Yan Cong out again.

"It's hot here, don't stand here, go inside and use the fan!"

Yan Cong was pushed out of the kitchen.

He looked at the little old woman bustling around inside and a smile played on his lips.

Finally, I moved a small stool and sat down by the door.

I just took out my phone.

A message popped up.

It's that girl with the burgundy hair.

Hey, Big Eyes, are you there?

Yan Cong raised an eyebrow.

"When did I get another nickname?"

He lowered his head and replied with a single sentence.

What's wrong?

The other side replied quickly.

Can we still play with you guys tomorrow?

Yan Cong frowned slowly as he read those words.

"Doesn't that sound like someone trying to get free drinks?"

Should we refuse?

His finger hovered over the screen.

"I have to go up there the day after tomorrow."

"Even if we talked to her, it probably wouldn't lead to anything."

"not to mention……"

The image of Liang Rumeng holding a cigarette that morning flashed into his mind.

Yan Cong pursed his lips.

It's not that smoking is necessarily bad.

The girl who leaned against him last night and said a few thousand yuan for a tricycle would be enough was quite different from Liang Rumeng who skillfully lit a cigarette this morning.

He had just typed a few words in the chat box.

"No, I have something to do."

It hasn't been sent out yet.

Another message popped up on the other end.

[By the way, Xiaomeng's phone is broken. It's probably from the drinks she spilled last night. Aren't you going to fix it?]

Yan Cong's fingers stopped.

He deleted the line of text on the screen, word by word.

He looked down at his phone.

The image of Liang Rumeng leaning against him and looking up at him last night resurfaced in his mind.

His eyes were so innocent.

He was so clean that even though he knew it might not be worth it, he still couldn't bear to close the door completely.

"never mind."

"Consider it money spent on her last night."

After a while, he replied with a single word.

【it is good. 】

the other side.

Inside the milk tea shop.

Old Wang and his two companions were still sitting around the table, staring at the wine-red girl's phone.

Yan Cong agreed.

The burgundy girl cheered on the spot.

"Wuhu!"

"I can freeload for another day!"

Old Wang clicked his tongue twice and looked at Liang Rumeng.

"Xiaomeng, your boyfriend treats you pretty well."

"How about we go with him?"

"What do you mean, 'him' or 'her'?"

The burgundy girl immediately retorted.

"All boys are like that."

"Listen to me, just keep him hanging on!"

talking.

She waved her phone.

Several transfer records were clearly displayed on the screen.

"Look, I not only have squinty eyes, but I also have several slanted eyes!"

Old Wang exclaimed "Wow!"

"Aren't you afraid he'll find out?"

"So what?"

"Let me tell you..."

The two women immediately huddled together and began exchanging tips on how to beat an old man.

Only Liang Rumeng sat outside.

She didn't say anything.

He just breathed a long sigh of relief.

His gaze fell on the two packets of lotus flowers on the table.

She remembered the expression on Yan Cong's face when he found out she smoked that morning.

Liang Rumeng pursed her lips.

Finally, he put the two packs of cigarettes back into his bag and didn't open them again.

The audience was immediately struck by this scene.

"Oh my god?!"

"A tiny white flower really did grow out of the mud?!"

"This girl clearly has feelings for Old Master Yan!"

"This makes me even more curious. Why would Heaven record such ordinary stories?"

"Hmm... perhaps this relationship was a crucial turning point in Old Master Yan's transformation!"

"Let's keep watching!"

Within the video.

Yan Cong had just put down his phone when he saw his grandmother standing at the door of the main room.

She clutched two candies in her hand, her face showing panic.

Steamed egg custard and several dishes of his favorite childhood food were already laid out on the table.

"Little...little bear."

"Are you leaving?"

The old woman didn't understand what that shiny iron box was.

All she remembered was that every time Yan Cong took out that thing, it was either because someone was looking for him or because he was about to leave.

"The food is ready."

"Why don't we eat first before we leave?"

She handed over the two candies, her hand trembling slightly.

Grandma knows you're busy.

"Here's what we'll do: give these two candies to Little Bear, and you can have a meal with Grandma, okay?"