The leisurely life of rebirth

While Brother Yu and Da Yezi stared at each other, Fang Monan had already quickly written the letter.

It was said to be a letter, but in fact Fang Monan drew a simple drawing, rolled it up, tied it to Brother Yu's leg, and rewarded Brother Yu with a 'jelly bean'.

Brother Yu fluttered his wings and flew away, disappearing from Fang Monan's eyes in the blink of an eye.

It was different from the lively reunions of every family. The military camp was very quiet on the 30th night, at least for He Junyao. In the whole office, only his room showed a touch of fluorescence. He stood straight

He was sitting in front of his desk with an expression on his face, his mouth was pursed tightly, his fingers were holding the pen very tightly, and the paper made a rustling sound.

What He Junyao wrote is a new training plan. In the process of exploration, he must summarize and improve an effective training plan after the training every day.[

The bright and incandescent light of the table lamp on the table shone on his body, and looking at his tall and majestic back from behind made people feel unpredictable.

Dots of fluorescent light pass over his deeply sculpted features, the cold wind howls outside, and there are some will-o'-the-wisps, and the terrifying soundtrack sounds like the scene in a Chinese fairy tale where a female ghost seduces a scholar.

But there was no female ghost, only Brother Yu. Suddenly He Junyao stopped writing, with a thought, he waved his hand gently, and the door opened gently.

Brother Yu swooped in and landed steadily on the desk.

He Junyao untied the letter from Brother Yu's feet and gently unfolded the letter with his fingers. First he was uncontrollably surprised, and then a gentle smile crept onto his face. The two of them really had a clear understanding of each other.

It turns out that the first painting is the Q version of He Junyao, sitting at the desk. Although there are only a few strokes, he is wearing a military uniform and his solemn, noble and cold temperament is fully displayed. Anyone who is slightly familiar with him does not need to look further.

At the second glance, I knew it was him. The most vivid thing about the painting was the clear and strong predatory temperament deep in his eyes.

The o version of Fang Monan floats in the air and taps the door playfully, it’s really...

Wearing a Taoist robe with a big Fuxi Bagua on his chest, Fang Monan floated in. He held a fly whisk in his right hand and placed it on his left forearm. He counted with his left hand and a hint of cunning flashed in his clear eyes. There was a sentence written on it.

'I'm counting my fingers. Brother He is going to lose his fortune!'

Then Fang Monan clasped his hands together and said: 'Congratulations, brother, happy new year! Wish you good fortune, bring me the red envelope!'

'Is this great immortal... my calculation accurate?'

He Junyao shook his head, the smile in his eyes flashed away, and his face looked gentle and naughty like that of a little woman.

The second set of pictures explains what this little woman has been doing at home these past few months.

The first picture shows Fang Monan cooking in the kitchen. There is a table full of delicious food. Are you hungry?

The second picture is of taking a big leaf for a walk every day.

The third picture is about treating illnesses and saving people, and the fourth picture is about meditating and practicing. There is always a relaxed smile on the face. In short, every day is very busy.

In just four pictures, I can finish explaining what I do in a day.

He Junyao caressed the little girl in Taoist robes, who was elated with his fingers. He shook his head and saw that she was living such a fulfilling and lively life, even without him by her side. She was really a 'heartless' woman, but she was his favorite.

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He Junyao regretted it a little, knowing that it was impossible for a person like him to be by her side all the time, and that it was impossible for him to stay with her day and night like a normal lover. It was unfair to her.

The last painting shows He Junyao gazing at Fang Monan with a gentle and affectionate look. He Junyao touched his face unconsciously. He is so gentle and affectionate! He looked up at his own figure reflected in the glass. With her.

The painting is exactly the same, the emotion is outgoing. I have never seen it introverted.[

In the narration, "Don't back down!!" was written roughly with a big exclamation mark! With anger, as if he had flinched, the exclamation mark would immediately burn. It showed her stubbornness and determination, and made the hesitation in his heart dissipate.

The floor is clean.

This little woman always touched his nerves. He stroked the pictures with his fingers, pursed his lips, folded the letter again, opened the drawer, took out a hardcover wooden box, and put it away solemnly.

Go in and lock it.

Lay out the paper! Write a reply. It seems like there are thousands of words to say, but I don’t know how to say them, especially after seeing the painting she just made.

The reply was also like He Junyao's style, straightforward and scary.

After writing the letter, He Junyao rolled it up and tied it to Brother Yu's leg, "Brother Yu, you can go."

Brother Yu looked at He Junyao with burning eyes, and he understood, "Whatever you want, find it yourself!"

Brother Jade flew around and found nothing delicious, but when he smelled the fragrance of jelly beans, he took out a porcelain bottle from He Junyao's pocket.

"Only one!" He Junyao raised a finger and said coldly.

Brother Yu threw the porcelain bottle directly to him, his meaning was obvious, give me one.

He Junyao resignedly opened the porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, and put it into Brother Yu's mouth. Brother Yu patted his butt with satisfaction and flew away. Watching it disappear before his eyes, he waved his hand and closed the door.

"Dong dong..." There was a knock on the door.

He Junyao said in a low voice, slightly louder, "The door is unlocked!" At this time, you didn't need to guess who was coming.

Sure enough, Ye Laosan came in with a plate of steaming dumplings in his hand.

"You are taking a break, but I was tortured by that team. This is really revenge for those who have a grudge, and those who have been wronged are repaid for their wrongs." Ye Laosan put the dumplings on the desk, kicked his feet, and sat down.

On the chair. "It's not fair! You usually scold them, why should they come to settle accounts with me?"

"Those bastards, I'm usually very nice to them. You're usually the one with the bad face, but today I've made you suffer!" Ye Laosan looked at him, as if you have to make it up to me!

"I can't make trouble with you." He Junyao said with an expression on his face. "I know your drinking capacity well."

The subtext is San'er, stop pretending, he doesn't know your background yet.

After Ye Laosan sat up straight, he activated the Qi in his body. After a while, the shirt underneath was soaked through, and the strong smell of alcohol filled the air.

After Ye Laosan woke up, he smiled and scolded, "Sir, I'm here to celebrate the New Year, so you can't have a smile on your face! Aren't you tired of having a tense face all year round?"

He Junyao picked up a dumpling with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. After eating, he said, "I'm afraid I'll scare you."

"Pfft..." Ye Laosan was almost so frightened that he sat down. That's right! The King of Hell suddenly laughed, which was really scary. He babbled, "It's just your face like the King of Hell that will make you celebrate the festival."

The atmosphere suddenly disappeared.”

Thinking about making dumplings in the afternoon and having dinner together in the evening, He Junyao just sat there casually, in silence with only the sound of eating. There was no other sound at all.[

"Hey! That smelly bird has been here." Ye Laosan asked, rubbing his eyes fiercely.

He Junyao paused with the chopsticks in his hand and asked casually, "How do you know?"

"Yeah! I can smell it." Ye Laosan sniffed his nose and nodded with certainty.

"You are a dog!" He Junyao finished the dumplings on the plate and then picked up the written materials. "Now that the third child is sober, let's discuss the training plan!"

When it came to business, Ye Laosan also sat upright, and the two discussed until late at night. Ye Laosan looked at He Junyao dressed neatly and put on his military cap. "It's so late, it should be early by now. What are you doing?"

"Emergency gathering!" He Junyao said in a deep voice.

"Hey! No way! It's New Year's Eve today." Ye Laosan stood up and chased out. "It's New Year's Day now."

"It's just an ordinary day for us. A new day has begun." He Junyao said without looking back.

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Fang Monan finished writing the letter, watched Brother Yu fly away, and turned around to enter the living room. Everyone else was watching the New Year's Eve, so she couldn't leave alone! She sat on the sofa with everyone, eating melon seeds and watching the Spring Festival Gala.

The stage on the TV suddenly darkened, and when the familiar prelude sounded, Fang Monan paused while eating melon seeds. In the gray-black background and the dim light, there was a unique touch of bright red, which was similar to Spielberg's movie technique and strong color difference.

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No! Hughes's voice is very explosive, his voice is like soju, sweet and mellow!

"Nannan, isn't this your composition?" Mr. Lin recognized it as soon as he heard it and looked at Fang Monan.

"His Chinese pronunciation is so accurate!" Dad Fang said with a smile.

"If you don't look at his appearance, you would think he is Chinese." Fang's mother agreed.

"The lyrics are so full of fighting spirit." Ni Baohong said with a smile. "It's very atmospheric, and the melody is also very hgh!"

"There are few men who wear red silk shirts with such style and are not effeminate." Jian Huixin said with a smile.

Hughes wore a red silk shirt with two buttons unbuttoned, revealing his delicate collarbones. He wore black trousers underneath, casually tucked into the trousers. Such a simple outfit attracted everyone's attention.

After Hughes finished singing, he stretched out his arms and made a gesture of invitation.

"Ah! Xiaobei!" Fang Ma suddenly stood up, "Mom! How could she..."

Grandma said proudly, "Xiao Bei is pretty good! Right!"

Father Fang shook his head and laughed, "This girl is really hiding it!" He pointed at Fang Monan and said, "I'll give you what you have."

"I'm just like you, she hid it from us." Fang Monan shrugged innocently.

Mobei wears a simple white silk shirt with lace on the cuffs and lace on the chest, a black vest, and black trousers. The background light turns a bright red, which is very textured.

I have never heard Mobei sing before, but I didn't expect that her voice is so strong and very plastic. She sings very mn, very manly, with a smile on her face, and she does everything with ease.

An inspirational song that makes the listener's heart surge with excitement and leave the listener with unfinished thoughts.

The bodies of the two swayed gently to the rhythm, showing their dominance. Mobei's black wavy hair was tied into a high ponytail, and two strands of curly hair naturally hung down from the temples, gently swaying with the body.

The shaking is very exciting.

"Ah! I know who he is." Ni Baohong said in surprise. "Isn't he the lead singer of a popular band in the United States? CCTV is okay, they were able to invite him."

"This little girl is great! Typhoon is great, she has no stage fright at all, and the two of them performed very well!" Ni Baohong commented. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote, monthly vote, your

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