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Rong Yuheng originally planned to go back to Q city, and the air tickets were booked, but before departure, he suddenly received a call from the police station asking him to go to G city to claim his mother.

Rong Yuheng hung up, "..."

Wen Zezhen squatted over and asked him, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

Rong Yuheng accused him, "You can't continue to be confused by me!"

Wen Zexuan said regretfully, as if he had suffered a heavy loss.

Qu Youhe felt complicated when he saw it, and he didn't know whether he should be gratified for Rong Yuheng's sanity or saddened by Wen Zezong's dementia.

Shi Qiu accompanied Rong Yuheng to revise the ticket, and the plane at one o'clock in the afternoon was two hours later than Wen Zezhen.

When Wen Zezhen passed the security check, there were passers-by photographing them. He looked back at Rong Yuheng and glanced at Rong Yuheng, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something to the latter through the crowd, but in the end he just raised his hand to his ear to make a call gesture.

Rong Yuheng waved at him freely: Go, go, people must learn to grow up by themselves!

…

Wen Zezheng was sent away, and Rong Yuheng also boarded the plane two hours later. When he boarded the plane, Wen Zizheng hadn't reached his destination yet, so Rong Yuheng left a message for him:

—I’m taking off~ [Sea Otter Climbing.jpg]

It’s a little closer from City C to City G, and it's about an hour and a half.

Get off the plane, pick up your luggage, take a taxi, and wait for Rong Yuheng to get in the car before you have time to read WeChat. Wen Zezheng returned to him more than forty minutes ago:

—I miss it. [Rong Goose Take Off.jpg]

...Fuck! Rong Yuheng blushed while bewildered, as he thought about it, what did he do with his ghost expression pack?

Shi Qiu didn't notice his strangeness, and she was still anxious, "Yuheng, what's the situation with your mother? You have to be careful. If you go to the police station by the media, you can make up anything." "

Rong Yuheng shook his head, his gaze fell on the retrograde streetscape outside the window, looking very profound, "Once there was a group of people who wanted to sneak a photo of me..."

Shi Qiu glanced at Rong Yuheng vigilantly, and said something to stop his memorial, "Okay, you just have to know it in your heart."

She always felt that listening to it would add some strange knowledge.

Rong Yuheng got out of the car and first sent a WeChat message to the hot air balloon fairy. After waiting for a while, the latter did not return at all, he could only drag his luggage directly into the office hall.

After Rong Yuheng explained his intentions, the duty officer on the opposite side was obviously silent. After a long while, he turned to lead Rong Yuheng and walked inside, "Come with me."

The two entered through the side door one after the other, turned a few corridors, and a small office came into view.

Rong Yuheng hadn't seen his mother Wenqin for nearly a year, and he was a little nervous at the moment.

However, this subtle tension only lasted for two or three seconds, and was dissipated by a string of laughter flying from the office against the ceiling—

"Hahahahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha l l l l Ko Ko Ko Ko Ko ...!

This string of laughter vividly shows a series of evolution from "ha" to "ke". The jumping rhythm and lively rhythm are very infectious!

Rong Yuheng trembled for almost a second, and then couldn't help but let out a "Kokeke" laughter echoing with him...

The watchman leading the way stagnated, and then looked back at Rong Yuheng in amazement, his eyes were full of fear: the magic sound pierced the ears, and the horror was so horrible!

Turning to the office door, I saw a woman sitting with her back to the door, her long chestnut hair with a playful little wave, shaking slightly with the ups and downs of her laughter.

Opposite her are two civilian staff members of the police station in uniforms. The three are holding their mobile phones together and don't know what they are doing.

Rong Yuheng's eyes narrowed slightly... "Ma Ma?"

After two seconds, after hearing Qin's ears move, he turned his head quickly, revealing an energetic face, "Baby!?"

When the two civilians across from her saw Rong Yuheng, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Rong Yuheng's gaze fell on the "Happy Fighting Landlords" interface on Wenqin's phone. For a moment, his lips moved, "Ma Ma, what are you doing?"

Is this the reason why you don't reply to my WeChat?

Wen Qin immediately lowered her head shyly, "Mommy is making good relations with everyone."

"..."

The expression in Shi Qiu's eyes behind Rong Yuheng is simply hard to say...According to her countless experience of reading people, the water of this sentence is really not light.

The office staff on the opposite side confirmed his identity to Rong Yuheng, and then led him to the other side for registration.

There was suffocating silence along the way.

Rong Yuheng couldn't help breaking the silence, "I have caused you trouble, sorry. Next time you find her, you can drive her home directly."

He is convinced that this woman can travel around the world in a hot air balloon, and it is nothing to take a taxi home.

Hearing this, the office staff who led the way suddenly sighed and sighed, "We also think...but your mother claims to have Alzheimer's, and only remembers your mobile phone number, we will not be able to contact you."

Rong Yuheng's pupils shrank: What a dementia!

"However, we played with her in more than 60 games of Happy Fighting Landlords. Until just now, she still maintained a winning rate of more than 90%." The office worker thought about this, his eyes could not help but become more meaningful.

"How I hope my old age can be dementia like this..."

Rong Yuheng:...

After signing the confirmation, Rong Yuheng led Wen Qin out of the police station gate. Before leaving, Wen Qin turned and waved to the two "brand friends" just now, "Wechat pull a group, and meet again when you have time!"

Rong Yuheng hurriedly picked up the people and stuffed them into the taxi.

After getting in the car, Rong Yuheng turned his head and asked Wenqin, "Where to go?"

Wen Qin reported an address in the city, and the car started up. She turned her head and patted Rong Yuheng, feeling proud.

"Cunning Rabbit Three Caves, Ma Ma real estate is everywhere!"

Rong Yuheng's eyes were deep, "Ma Ma still remembers her own property, it turned out to be intermittent Alzheimer's."

"!" Wen Qin was pierced by her disguise, and she changed the subject for a second. She glanced at Shi Qiu, "This girl is pretty, my daughter-in-law?"

hiss…!

Rong Yuheng and Shi Qiu took a deep breath at the same time, and their scalp numb and their toes curled up because of these words, "No!"

Especially Shi Qiu, she was still thinking about Shark Qu Youhe before, but at this moment she just wants not to be opposed by Wen Zezhen!

Shi Qiu tried his best to maintain an indifferent expression, "Hello auntie, I am Yuheng's agent Shi Qiu."

Wen Qin said regretfully, then poked Rong Yuheng, "Hey, you are in your early twenties, you can fall in love."

Shi Qiu's eyes were gradually alert...half of his alertness, and then stopped abruptly, and then slowly returned to plainness: No, with Rong Yuheng's mother's magical brain circuit, he might be able to supplement his unrequited love.

When Rong Yuheng heard this, Wen Zezong's face suddenly popped out of his mind-a cold and abstinent face, but when he faced himself, he had a lot of emotions.

Rong Yuheng was inexplicably awkward, he turned the topic back to the original point, "Don't change the topic, the police have told me, you pretend to be Alzheimer's and drag someone to fight the landlord!"

After Rong Yuheng finished speaking, Zhengmiao Hongdi educates her, “Just pretend to be Alzheimer’s. Who doesn’t have a personal hobby? But Doudizhu is very wrong. Gathering people to gamble is illegal. You are still gathering people to gamble at the police station. Bo, this is knowing the law and breaking the law!"

Wen Qin thought carefully, "So the mobile phone I deliberately used to fight the landlord is not considered a gathering of people to gamble."

Rong Yuheng thought about it for two seconds, and was immediately persuaded, "Good."

Shi Qiu, "..." What a powerful logical sophistry!

Wen Qin's property in this city was bought in an apartment building on the edge of the second ring road. The surrounding environment is good, because it is a new property, the population is not too large.

After sending Rong Yuheng over, Shi Qiu told him a few more words, and then bid them farewell, preparing to take the train home.

Rong Yuheng waved to Shi Qiu, "Sister Qiu, be careful on the road, I will give you some big red envelopes for the New Year when I go back!"

Shi Qiu is quite pragmatic, "I just ask you to live a peaceful life in the new year, and you don't need a big red envelope."

Rong Yuheng digs his little hand, trying to wash away his sins, "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps going."

Shi Qiu glanced at him helplessly. That's all, this is also true.

Rong Yuheng and Wen Qin entered the apartment together, the elevator went up all the way, and finally stopped on the eighth floor. After getting out of the elevator, Rong Yuheng realized that this place is also one elevator and one apartment, which is very similar to Wen Zezong's house.

The two entered the door, Wen Qin pulled the slippers at the hallway, and suddenly uttered a mournful cry.

"Baby, Mommy didn't buy cotton mops!"

Rong Yuheng comforted her, "Ma Ma, let's turn on the floor heating. God closed a door for us, and will definitely open another window."

Wen Qin hugged Rong Yuheng moved, "Baby, you are right!"

After she finished speaking, she rushed into the living room to turn on the floor heating again. As soon as Rong Yuheng changed her sandals, she heard the former scream again.

"Baby—we owe money!"

Rong Yuheng, "..."

It seems that God allocated the basement to his house. There are only doors, no windows.

The mother and son tremblingly cleaned up the house, made the bed, and Rong Yuheng had time to take out his mobile phone.

In addition to the messages sent to him by his friends, Rong Congyan asked him when he would go home. Rong Yuheng will return to him—

[Rong Yuheng]: Ma Ma is back, I have to accompany her first these two days.

[Rong Congyan]: Aunt Wen is back? When is it? You guys... why don't you go home together?

[Rong Yuheng]: Do you think it's possible...[Sea Otter Gaze]

[Rong Congyan]:...

After finishing the conversation with his Pearl Brother, Rong Yuheng turned over Wen Zexong's dialog again.

The latter unilaterally swiped a screen tirelessly when he didn't reply to the news.

[Wen Zezong]: I’m home [Picture] Where’s the cub, have you seen your aunt?

[Wen Zezong]: The big white goose asked me why I didn’t bring you back [獨搤成球]

[Wen Zezong]: [Sea Otter Probe]

[Wen Zezong]: Have you eaten dinner? Come back to me when you have time.

I rely on rely on... Rong Yuheng stared at that "Why" for a long time-why did he feel that Wen Zezhen seemed to be acting like a baby?

Da Bai Goe said before that Wen Zezhen actually likes to act like a baby. It turned out to be true!

[Rong Yuheng]: Dingdong! Your frozen hamster has arrived.

Within half a minute, Wen Zezhen called directly.

"Hey, owner~"

"What's wrong, is it cold?" Wen Zezheng's voice sounded very magnetic, and Rong Yuheng felt his ears numb, "Are you home yet."

"I'm home, back to Ma Ma's apartment in City G." Rong Yuheng said, and couldn't help but feel sad. Wang-the ground cried out loudly, "We don't have cotton mopping here yet! There is no floor heating! The air conditioner is all gray. , I didn't wash it at all! Owner, the new year can be too exciting..."

Wen Zezong was distressed and funny, "Why is it so miserable, what to eat at night, shouldn't you have no food to eat?"

"According to this situation, it is estimated that there is no."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then Wen Zezong's voice came, "Give me the address."

"What are you doing?" Rong Yuheng suspiciously, "Are you going to be a snail girl?"

"I'll order a takeaway for you."

Rong Yuheng thought about the procrastination and choice difficulties of their mother and son, so he sent the address without hesitation, "Thank you, the owner~"

Wen Zezhen laughed, "I'll hang up first, and I'll order a takeaway for you."

The two ended the conversation, and Rong Yuheng's heart frozen by the cold was instantly rejuvenated. He opened his arms and flew back to the living room like a free bird, "Mommy! We have food to eat-the snail guy brought us food. !"

Wen Qin who is studying the water heater:? ? ?

Wen Zezhen's loving rations were quickly delivered to the door. The mother and son happily ate dinner face to face, and slumped together on the sofa, rubbing their belly and digesting.

After hearing the qin, I realized, "What is the snail boy?"

Rong Yuheng looked at the ceiling with a sweet hiccup, "It's a charity."

Wen Qin, "Oh."

…

Today is the last day of the year.

Wen Qin has experienced too much in the past few days, and she retracted into the bed early less than ten o'clock. Only Rong Yuheng, who pays great attention to the sense of ritual, remains as tall and straight as a small white poplar in the cold air.

Although he was shivering from the cold, he still insisted on keeping to zero o'clock to spend the New Year with his relatives and friends.

At more than 11:50, Rong Yuheng opened the group chat video of the wealthy Hanban group. On WeChat, there were Bai Tuanzi and STAR-T team members sending new year messages to each other.

Fortunately, Weibo has been handed over to the studio, so you don't need to manage it yourself.

At 11:59 a.m., the magnates of the magnate group were sitting in the warm and bright mansion, holding up champagne and red wine, and toasting to the camera together-Rong Yuheng held in the small bedroom like an ice cellar. A glass of steaming boiled water, doubting life.

With 30 seconds left to count down, a video invitation from Wen Zezheng suddenly popped up in Rong Yuheng's WeChat.

The countdown is counting down in the wealthy banal group, twenty-eight, twenty-seven, twenty-six...

Rong Yuheng's breathing suddenly rose.

Thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten...

As if making up his mind, he raised his hand and hung up the group chat video of the wealthy ruthless group, and quit to connect with Wen Zezheng's video invitation.

Seven, six, five...

The face of Wen Zezhen appeared in the video. The latter was wearing the pajamas at home, with his back facing the dark night sky outside the window, with a gentle smile in his eyes, "Zab."

The corners of Rong Yuheng's mouth couldn't hold back, he leaned in sweetly, "Owner~"

The countdown is nearing the end, three, two, one...zero!

Rong Yuheng and Wen Zezheng stared at each other and smiled at the same time, "Happy New Year!"

Boom—Boom! The night sky behind Wen Zezhen suddenly exploded grand and bright fireworks, which spread to Rong Yuheng through the screen, dispelling the chill of his whole body.

The first set of fireworks lasted for hundreds of seconds. Rong Yuheng exclaimed, "It's so beautiful. I didn't expect to see such beautiful fireworks in the city."

Wen Zizhang said softly, "It was set off illegally. The person who set off the fireworks should be taken away soon, right."

Rong Yuheng's breathing was stagnant, "..." What a reality! Good iron straight!

The two stared at each other for a while, and finally Rong Yuheng lost the battle first, "Hey, I'll hang up first."

Wen Zezhen, "Well, go to bed early, good night."

"good night."

Rong Yuheng hung up the phone, and then cut into the group chat video of the wealthy group. As soon as he entered, a group of people exploded, "Son Rong! Why did you go just now, and disappear at the critical moment?"

Rong Yuheng didn't change his face, "The village is only connected to the Internet, and the signal just went off."

"..."

With the love and care of his owner, Rong Yuheng had a good night's dream.

Early the next morning, he was dug from the bed by Wenqin.

Wen Qin was still wrapped in his own quilt, and arched like a moving cicada chrysalis to Rong Yuheng's bed, "Baby! What do you eat in the morning! Yesterday's snail guy did not include breakfast?"

Rong Yuheng was forced to get up, yawning and crying around his clothes, "There is no snail boy today, Ma Ma, we are already adults, and we must learn to be self-reliant."

Wen Qin shrank in the quilt, showing two eyes out, "I am not an adult, I am a little fairy!"

"..." Rong Yuheng, "Oh, I will leave it to a big man like me to buy breakfast."

Wen Qin exclaimed against his will for breakfast, "Baby! Real man!"

…

It was already ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was gradually rising, the cold dew in the morning dissipated, but the streets were still a bit deserted.

Rong Yuheng came out of the apartment with white gas and stomped his feet on the open space, trying to convert the kinetic energy into heat. He had just walked a few meters outside, and his footsteps suddenly slowed down... and finally stopped in place.

A familiar car parked more than ten meters away. A figure was facing him sideways, leaning against the car door, holding his mobile phone and looking up in the direction of the eighth floor of the apartment building with some hesitation.

The morning sun rises from the front, Wen Zezong's profile looks straight and handsome, he seems to be aware of the movement here, and turns his head.

Rong Yuheng took a few steps forward, and he heard his heart beating rapidly in his chest, banging, banging...like the sound of fireworks exploding in the early hours of last night.

He walked to Wen Zezhen and stopped, "Why are you here..."

Wen Zezheng looked at Rong Yuheng with tight and astringent eyes, a little nervousness and a little joy in his expression. He pursed his mouth, picked up an insulation bag with his right hand,

"I steamed the siu mai for you."

The author has something to say: I'm afraid everyone will forget it, as mentioned in Chapter 33~

Rong Rong said his criteria for choosing a spouse: It would be good if he could get up on the morning of winter and steam and cook wheat for him.