After sending Cao Aiqing to a nearby subway station and watching the girl wave goodbye to him, today's Shura Field finally came to an end.
He Tianran felt like he was falling into the clouds.
When Wen Liang saw him after his rebirth, he also said that he was his friend; now Cao Aiqing also said similar words.
Is it so happy to be friends with yourself?
Thinking about it this way, the word "friend" is really wonderful. Just like the "beginner" in the game, he can change his profession to become a mage, warrior, knight, etc. in the future. The same is true for "friend". Maybe one day he will be upgraded to a confidant. , lover, or...brother?
In short, this word really has unlimited possibilities in interpersonal communication.
He Tianran came to the supermarket to buy all the ingredients Wenliang needed. Strangely enough, he had been out for a long time, but the girl sent two WeChat messages, one was a list of ingredients, and the other was She said she found curry powder at home, indicating that the curry was enough for two people.
"Of course it's enough, but I have to find an excuse to sneak out..."
The guilty otaku said to himself. He was quite puzzled. This message was sent half an hour ago, and there were no more urging messages after that.
"Maybe I have everything at home, so even if I have to wait, it won't be too boring."
He Tianran carried a large bag of ingredients, walked into the elevator, and pressed the floor he was on.
When he got home and entered, He Tianran lowered his head and changed into slippers.
The din of the TV in the living room and the sound of cooking in the kitchen seemed to go better than expected.
"This dish is a Yunnan dish. It's called Dajiujia. It uses the specialty bait cake there. Xiao Wen, aren't you from Chongqing? Add some oil and chili pepper to it later. You will like it if you keep it. I'm here. What kind of curry are you eating?"
"Uncle, your craftsmanship is so good! You can also cook Yunnan cuisine!"
"Haha, I learned this from a chef when I was a volunteer in Yunnan when I was young. Come on, hand me the plate..."
After hearing the conversation in the kitchen, the boy walked over and saw the back of a tall man busy. Wen Liang was helping. When she saw He Tianran, she said happily:
"Naturally, you're back!"
The man turned his head when he heard the words. He was a middle-aged man in his forties, with long hair, a burning cigarette in his mouth, jeans, and a brown retro jacket. His appearance did not suggest that he was rich. , but it has a rock-and-roll style of the 1980s and 1990s.
He Tianran calmly opened the refrigerator silently, but found that there were a lot of things in it, so the man didn't pay much attention to him and turned around to continue cooking.
Wen Liang looked around, walked up to the boy in small steps, and whispered: "Of course, your dad came to see you, and you didn't even say hello?"
With his back to the two of them, He Tianran put the ingredients away and said stiffly:
"Why did you think of coming here today?"
"Let's see if you are dead. If you are dead, I will return this house and save me a thousand yuan every month."
The man put the dishes in the pot on the plate, turned off the fire and walked out of the kitchen with the plate in hand.
This person is He Tianran’s father, He Panshan. He was named one of the top ten outstanding young entrepreneurs in Hong Kong fifteen years ago. In his early years, he was also well-known as an OG figure in the local literary and art circles. He studied computer science in college. After graduation, I caught up with the rapid development of the Internet era. I started my own business and developed a few softwares, which took off from there. A technology company called "Shanhai Technology" is currently a star enterprise in Hong Kong.
Wen Liang filled the rice and put it on the table. Seeing the father and son staring at each other without making any move, she was too embarrassed to pick up her chopsticks.
He Panshan noticed the little girl's embarrassment, smiled, picked up a piece of meat and put it in her bowl.
"Xiao Wen, you eat yours."
Wen Liang nodded and took a careful look at the silent He Tianran.
She knew that He Tianran had a bad relationship with his parents, so she was afraid that this guy would do something extraordinary.
He Panshan looked at his son while smoking, feeling a little funny. He took out a box of Haili from his bag and said:
"You've grown up, want one?"
"Be careful you get lung cancer."
"Hey, how much does a lung replacement cost?"
"upstart."
"I'm in my house, you still care what I say?"
"..."
Wen Liang listened to the back and forth conversation between the two father and son, and suddenly coughed twice uncomfortably.
He Panshan took a look and quickly put out his cigarette and put on a good face.
"Xiao Wen, if you can't smell the smoke, you should have told me earlier. I saw no reaction from you in the kitchen just now. I thought you were used to it."
Wen Liang shook his head: "It's okay, uncle, you whip your penis and I'll open the window."
Taking advantage of the time when the girl got up and left, He Panshan joked: "What a good boy, do you know you care about women?"
He Tianran rolled his eyes and did not answer his question. The middle-aged man could only talk to himself and continued:
"I thought that if you lived alone, this house would be as dirty as a doghouse. I didn't expect that when I came here, a little girl opened the door for me. I thought you had sublet the house and spent the remaining money on it. He stole it for himself."
Wen Liang happened to hear this sentence when he came back and joked:
"You have to watch that uncle, I think he can do such a thing."
"Hahaha, that's true. Come to Xiao Wen and try your uncle's craftsmanship."
He Panshan moved his chopsticks and had very little communication with his son during the meal. Instead, he chatted with the cheerful Wen Liang so much that he revealed some of his prodigal deeds back then.
"No wonder I can play the guitar so well. It turned out to be my uncle who taught me how to play it."
"Of course, when he was still crying in the cradle, I played "Don't Cry" by Guns N' Roses in front of him. I thought that with this kind of influence, when he grew up, he would like Menglong's song. Yeah, I didn’t expect that when the guitar was passed to him, the song he played the most was "Pure Land". Are you angry? After all, he gave me the whole song "Slam Dunk" and I wouldn’t be so angry!"
Although there is no generation gap between He Panshan, who was born in the late 1970s, and his son, who is born after 2000, there is still a big personality gap between father and son.
Listening to such interesting stories, Wen Liang almost burst into tears and laughed. She said breathlessly: "No, it's okay...Uncle, I like Menglong. I even went to their tour in Shanghai when I was in junior high school!"
After hearing this, He Panshan slapped his thigh and said, "Really? I heard that they will come to Hong Kong City this year. I will leave two tickets for you and Tianran."
"Um!"
Wen Liang agreed immediately, and with a quick glance at He Tianran, the two of them looked like a real father and daughter.
When He Panshan was happy, he lit another cigarette and said with a smile:
"By the way, Xiao Wen, uncle wants to ask you a question."
Wen Liang stopped smiling and put down the bowl and chopsticks: "Uncle, please tell me."
"How long have you two been together?"
"dad!"
He Tianran shouted, interrupting the question.
He Panshan glared at his son impatiently and said, "Did I talk to you? Shut up!"
"No, we just..."
He Tianran originally wanted to implement his "friend" policy, but Wen Liang's cheeks turned red and he whispered:
"Uncle, we are not together yet..."
He Panshan was unhappy. He looked at his son, frowned, and said angrily:
"You bastard, what are you still thinking about?"
"I was wondering when you were going to leave!"
The boy replied angrily.
