From White Box To Supervision

"Well, it's useless to worry about it now. There must be a way before the car reaches the mountain. In short, you don't have to worry about things that shouldn't be worrying now."

Zhang Beichuan shook his head, throwing this thought out of his mind.

It's no use worrying about this situation now, you can only accept it, and you can't make yourself better if you worry about it. You can only make it better after returning to Area 11.

At noon, Zhang Beichuan bought a bucket of instant noodles from the Internet cafe to deal with the lunch. In the afternoon, he received a call from Zhang Yiqiao, Zhang Beichuan's niece. She had been waiting outside the Internet cafe. Zhang Beichuan hurried out. , come outside.

"Uncle." Zhang Yiqiao said.

Zhang Beichuan said in surprise: "Yi Qiao, why are you here now? Didn't you have class this afternoon?" Zhang Yi Qiao smiled and said, "I'm absent... er, no, it was my mother who asked for leave for me, she asked me to leave. I'm coming to find you."

Zhang Beichuan was speechless, and his sister was too irresponsible.

"let's go."

After speaking, Zhang Yiqiao dragged Zhang Beichuan and rushed back.

Taking out the key to open the door, Zhang Beichuan walked in. The house is very large, with four rooms and one living room, which may add up to more than 130 square meters. There are only four rooms, and two rooms are very small and not very large. When I bought this house, my sister and brother-in-law bought it together, because the house price at that time was not as outrageous as it is now, and it was not in the city center, but it was already very profitable. After all, there was not much money when I bought it.

Zhang Beichuan walked into his room, and the various furnishings in it were still the same as before he left. The table, wardrobe, and even the cactus by the window were still the same, and it looked very clean.

"It's so clean!"

"Of course, no matter how tired my mother is, she will come here to clean this house every day, and there is no dust at all."

"Also coincidentally, didn't you always fight to sleep in my room before? You stopped fighting after I left?" Zhang Beichuan laughed.

He remembered that when he was a child, Yi Qiao always fought with him for this room, because this room had the best ventilation and the largest air flow, but his sister still gave this room to himself, no matter how much Yi Qiao cried.

Zhang Yiqiao pouted: "My mother didn't let me live, and she said that you will definitely come back, then how will you live, uncle, so I can only sleep in my own room every day."

"Haha." Zhang Beichuan smiled, he took out his luggage, took out a gift bag and handed it to her: "Here, this is the gift I brought you, take a look!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yiqiao immediately opened it and saw that there was a very beautiful figure inside.

"I remember that you liked this figure very much, and you always asked me to bring it back for you, but it has been several years, and I have not fulfilled my promise, but now it is finally completed."

Zhang Yiqiao was overjoyed: "Thank you, uncle."

Zhang Beichuan smiled and walked to the living room, inexplicably familiar.

Afterwards, he took out his notebook, took out the tablet again, and sat on the table that he had not seen for a long time. He still remembered the scene when he was on this table writing exam questions for the college entrance examination in the middle of the night.

Shaking his head, Zhang Beichuan intends to draw the remaining storyboards. There are still some unfinished storyboards for the "Angel's Heartbeat" storyboard. Although it is a holiday now, Zhang Beichuan can't help but want to work.

Zhang Yiqiao looked very curious and came behind him to see how Zhang Beichuan worked.

Because Zhang Yiqiao also likes watching animation very much, he Zhang Beichuan works in an animation company, but it is the first time to see how it is made.

"What is this for?"

"Why has to be this way?"

"I know animations are drawn, but I see a lot of them in three dimensions."

Zhang Yiqiao asked questions, which made Zhang Beichuan very dumbfounded.

"You." Zhang Beichuan shook his head: "The exam is coming soon, you should hurry up and review!"

"cut."

In the afternoon, her sister came back quickly, her expression was still very happy, and she gave Zhang Beichuan a hug as soon as they met.

"You guy, don't tell me in advance when you come back, you can't come in."

Zhang Beichuan said embarrassedly, "I don't want to give you a surprise! Who would have thought that none of you would be at home."

"How long will you stay and when will you go back?"

Zhang Beichuan thought for a while and said, "More than a week!"

"Okay, just wait. In order to celebrate your return, I will go to the supermarket and make a hearty dinner in the evening." Zhang Zilin smiled.

"Don't be busy, sister, just eat whatever you want."

"This can't be done. My brother is back. Why do I want you to eat a hearty meal? Just wait. I'll be right back." Zhang Zilin smiled.

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Zhang Beichuan was drawing a storyboard in his room. At this time, he heard the sound of the door opening, followed by a familiar male voice.

"Wow, what happened to UU reading www.uukanshu.com today? So rich."

Hearing this, Zhang Beichuan walked out of the house and said with a smile, "Brother-in-law."

Zhang Liangping was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, wiped his eyes, and immediately said happily, "I read that right, Beichuan! You're back!"

"You haven't seen brother-in-law, I'll come back!"

Zhang Liangping, this is Zhang Beichuan's brother-in-law, he has taken great care of Zhang Beichuan since he was a child, and is currently working as an editor on a literary website.

After Zhang Beichuan's parents passed away, this brother-in-law took great care of himself. There was no such phenomenon as in the novel when he was driven out of the house because he thought he was dragging oil bottles. On the contrary, he and his sister basically gave up the best in the family. It was given to Zhang Beichuan, and even Zhang Yiqiao sometimes couldn't compare.

Immediately, taking off his jacket, Zhang Liangping pulled Zhang Beichuan to talk on the sofa, and it was obvious that he was very happy with Zhang Beichuan's arrival.

"Okay, don't talk anymore, it's time to eat, you three, wash your hands quickly!" Zhang Zilin greeted in the kitchen.

"it is good."

When Zhang Beichuan saw the dishes on the table, Rao knew that it was very rich, or it was unexpected.

Braised pork ribs, sauerkraut fish, pork belly, Peking duck...

Seven or eight dishes, very hearty and fragrant.

"I originally wanted to make a dessert after dinner, but the kitchen lacked seasonings, so I didn't make it." Zhang Zilin said.

"Enough is enough."

"Try this dish, and this one." Zhang Zilin kept putting meat into the bowl, and Zhang Yiqiao, who was watching, was a little jealous.

"I want too." Zhang Yiqiao gestured.

"Go, go, you're such an adult, and you're still so childish, you should take it by yourself." Zhang Zilin reprimanded. "Ahhh." Zhang Yiqiao glared angrily.

Zhang Beichuan smiled, he hadn't felt this kind of family atmosphere for a long time.