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

Not long after.

He sat alone at the dining table, quietly drinking his congee with preserved egg and lean pork.

After finishing the porridge.

do the washing up.

Wipe the table.

Clean the kitchen thoroughly.

After doing all this, he went back into the room and squatted down by the bedside.

Yan Cong reached out and gently pinched Liang Rumeng's cheek.

"Baby~ Wake up~"

"Okay~"

Liang Rumeng squirmed a few times in bed without opening her eyes.

"I'll sleep a little longer~"

Yan Cong chuckled softly.

"Then remember to drink porridge when you get up later."

"If you haven't finished it by the time I get back, I'll spank you!"

"Okay, okay."

Liang Rumeng pulled the blanket up and went back to sleep.

The scene changes.

The pulled-up blanket transformed into a slowly rising roller shutter.

Inside the door, a man in a floral shirt yawned and peeked out sleepily.

"So early?"

"Um."

Yan Cong nodded and handed him a cigarette.

He took the floral shirt.

The two squatted down by the door and started smoking together.

The streets were nearly deserted in the early morning.

Steam from the breakfast stalls drifted over from afar, mingling with the smell of smoke.

The man in the floral shirt glanced at Yan Cong several times before finally speaking first.

"Are you really going to sell the house your parents left you?"

Yan Cong took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke obscuring his face.

"Um."

"Ugh."

He flicked the cigarette ash off his floral shirt.

"I've already inquired about the price. For a used house that's over ten years old, and in town..."

"With your furniture included, it might only cost 200,000 at most."

"Two hundred thousand..."

Yan Cong pursed his lips.

This price was 20,000 to 30,000 yuan less than he had originally expected.

The man in the floral shirt scratched his head.

"If you're sure you want to sell, I'll help you contact a buyer."

He used to work in fiber optic assembly, and he often traveled to various towns and villages.

In terms of connections, he is indeed better than Yan Congkuan.

Yan Cong finished his last puff of cigarette, stubbed it out, and stood up.

"Sell it."

"Okay!"

The man in the floral shirt also stood up.

"I'll try my best to negotiate a suitable price for you!"

"Okay, sure."

"That's alright, I'll go back to sleep now."

The man in the floral shirt stretched and yawned as he headed back.

"Wait a moment."

Yan Cong turned his head, picked up a red bag from the front of the electric scooter, and tossed it into his arms.

The floral shirt paused for a moment, then looked down and opened it.

There were two packs of cigarettes inside.

not cheap.

Twenty-five yuan a pack.

Two, which is about five hundred.

The man in the floral shirt's expression changed.

"Seriously, are you crazy?"

"What's wrong with you right now? Why are you doing this to me?"

Yan Cong had already hopped on his electric scooter.

"I'm leaving. Consider this a red envelope for you."

"Screw red envelopes!"

The man in the floral shirt cursed and chased after her for a couple of steps, clutching the red bag.

But the electric scooter had already turned onto the town's road.

Yan Cong didn't turn around, he just raised his hand and waved.

Standing in the doorway in the floral shirt, I watched his figure recede into the distance.

He suddenly felt that his childhood friend, who was carefree, full of witty remarks, penniless yet still dared to boast, had disappeared overnight.

The person riding away now is an adult who, despite being pushed to his feet by life, has managed to stand up.

The man in the floral shirt looked down at the two packs of cigarettes in his arms and his lips moved slightly.

He only cursed once in the end.

"Idiot."

After he finished scolding, he smiled again, his eyes red.

"That's fucking stupid."

As these clips were viewed, the comments section was filled with messages.

"This part wasn't particularly angsty, but why do I still have this uneasy feeling?"

"Go get the student counselor right away (bursts into tears)!"

"My little adults, how are you all doing?"

"Is the adult world no fun?"

"Waaaah! You upstairs deserve to die!"

In the video, the sky was already bright.

The town's vegetable market was packed with people.

Water splashed everywhere in front of the fish stall, and the vegetable vendor shouted out prices at the top of her lungs, while plastic bags rattled in the wind.

Yan Cong skillfully selected vegetables at the stall, carrying an old cloth bag.

"Auntie, these vegetables are all wilted, why are you still selling them at this price?"

"Come on, this was just delivered this morning!"

"Then round it down to zero for me."

"You silly child, you always round down the price every time you come back to buy something."

"I'm poor."

Yan Cong smiled.

The smile was the same as usual, but there was a lack of energy in his eyes.

Finally, he bought some green vegetables, eggs, and lean meat, and also picked out a few soft peaches.

There was a lot of stuff, all piled up on the electric scooter's footrest.

The plastic bag swayed back and forth with the car body.

The little electric scooter slowly made its way through the old streets of town, back to the small house by the river.

"Click".

The door opened.

Yan Cong pushed open the door and entered.

In the living room, Liang Rumeng was holding a bowl and drinking porridge.

The phone rested against the tissue box, and laughter from a short video could be heard coming from inside.

She watched and chuckled to herself.

I heard the door open.

Liang Rumeng's hand trembled.

"Snapped!"

She placed her phone face down on the table.

The next second, she picked up the bowl of porridge with both hands and started drinking it down.

"Gulp, gulp!"

Less than ten seconds.

Put the empty bowl back on the table.

With a bit of meat still stuck to the corner of her mouth, Liang Rumeng looked up and gave Yan Cong an awkward smile.

"Cough cough."

"I've finished drinking!"

Yan Cong looked at her and chuckled.

He placed the groceries at the kitchen doorway, then took a tissue from the tissue box on the table and bent down to wipe her mouth.

"You don't even wipe your mouth after you finish eating."

Liang Rumeng looked up, her eyes crinkling.

"Well, you're the baby, aren't you?"

Hehe~

Yan Cong paused for a moment.

I suddenly started to drift off into thought.

She laughed heartily, her eyes shining, as if any troubles could be forgotten with a bowl of porridge and a short video.

After a long while, he asked in a low voice.

"What if I'm not by your side anymore?"

Liang Rumeng's smile froze for half a second.

Then, she immediately widened her eyes.

"You dare!"

"I will absolutely not break up with you."

"If you dare to mention it..."

She raised her little fist and snorted fiercely twice.

"Then I'll never speak to you again!"

Yan Cong pursed his lips, but ultimately didn't say anything.

He threw the tissue into the trash can and turned around to organize the vegetables in the bag.

"I'm going back to see my grandma later."

"Will you come back with me?"

"what?"

Liang Rumeng's attention was instantly diverted by those words.

She sat up straight and gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with her fingers.

"Um, um!"

"So fast!"

"I don't know what gift to prepare!"

"fine."

Yan Cong took out the vegetables, his voice calm.

"Now, no matter what gift you prepare for her, she can't tell whether it's good or bad."

"Besides, even if she can tell the difference, she probably won't make things difficult for you."

Liang Rumeng immediately covered her mouth.

She then realized that she had said the wrong thing again.

"Yan Cong..."

"sorry."

She lowered her head, and her voice became much softer.

"fine."

Yan Cong remained calm.

"Will you come back with me?"

Looking at the boy in front of her who had stopped smiling, Liang Rumeng felt a lump in her throat.

She knew he didn't mean it.

Knowing is one thing, knowing is another.

It's true that I feel bad.

She blinked hard and smiled again.

"OK!"

"Let's go then!"

With that, she stood up and walked out.

After taking only two steps, he stopped again.

"Oh, right!"

"Even if Grandma can't tell the difference between good and bad gifts now, I still have to buy them!"

"I still have a little money left!"

"Hurry, hurry!"