When Fang Jin and Jiang Jie arrived, Li Sinian was in the kitchen removing crab roe.

Around the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was the time to eat crabs. Li Sinian was an American. He almost never eats fresh seafood before, but now he is a Chinese uncle, awkwardly holding small scissors and cutting crab legs in the kitchen.

When the doorbell rang, Li Sinian sighed helplessly as he opened the door, "I told you how many times I went out and brought the key with the key..."

He was stunned.

A pair of middle-aged men stood outside the door carrying a bag of crabs and a bag of gorgon water chestnuts. The man’s eyebrows were alive and well a copy of Fang Daichuan. The face was more square than Fang Daichuan. The woman had a straight nose under the nose. They are diamond-shaped pale lips.

Li Sinian was stupid.

He hurriedly let go of the entrance hall, stretched out his hand, and felt that it was not right. There was still crab roe on his hand.

"Hello, uncles and aunts... Come in quickly, me, I'm Chuan'er's friend, come and play for a few days." He was a little confused, and his right index finger began to tremble again, trembling more than when it rained.

He washed his hands in the kitchen and poured two cups of tea.

"Are you a friend in his company and a star?" Fang Jin followed him into the kitchen and put the crab and gorgon on the cooking table. Fang Daichuan’s grandmother is from Jiangsu, so she loves this bite. The whole family likes it. She asks someone to buy it every fall.

Li Sinian helped to soak the crabs in the water and replied: "No, my undergraduate director, I met Brother Chuaner by accident and wanted to cast him into a role."

"That's good, that's good," Fang Jin said with a smile, "That's Chuan'er's leader, how can you let you stay at home and tidy up crabs? Chuan'er is too naive! When he comes back, I will tell him."

Li Sinian smiled: "It doesn't matter, we are friends."

Jiang Jie sat in the living room for a while, always feeling something was wrong.

Out of a female instinct, and her mother's natural understanding of her son, she stood up, walked around and looked at her son's apartment.

The living room was spotlessly clean, the curtains were replaced with thick dark gray linen, a few bottles of wine were placed on the Bogu shelf, and there was a movable bookshelf in the corner of the room. The books Fang Daichuan threw at random were all neatly arranged according to size. Who knows the son who gave birth to Fang Daichuan, he can’t do that. It’s not that he doesn’t like clean and sloppy. He can tidy up the room, but it’s so clean that it’s “tidy” or even “meticulous”. It can be explained, at least in the late stage of OCD.

There is also a strange cat in the corner of the living room, as if someone broke into the chassis for no reason, watching her warily. The cat is not too young, it looks like it is one year old, and it doesn't look like it has just been adopted.

Jiang Jie saw Li Sinian and Fang Jin chatting in the kitchen and sneaked into his son's bedroom.

The original dark blue bed sheets and duvet covers were replaced with dark gray, and the two beige striped pillows were stacked chaotically, making the quilt messy.

The window was open and some cool wind blew in. There were two mugs on the bedside table, one black and the other white, and the alarm clock was littered with unpacked condoms.

Jiang Jie's heart sank hard.

She hesitated for three seconds before opening the bathroom door.

There are two electric toothbrushes standing on the toothbrush holder, and a pair of towels. If these are not enough to prove anything, you can comfort your son and have a girlfriend. The two razors on the corner of the sink really gave Jiang Jie a fatal blow.

Her eyes are a little hot.

"Huh? Someone is here?" Fang Daichuan came in from outside and saw two pairs of shoes at the door.

Jiang Jie lowered her head and wiped her eyes, went out, pretending that nothing happened: "We are here."

She didn't miss the moment of panic in her son's eyes. Those eyes almost shattered all of her mental development. After calming down, she smiled and said, "Your old uncle sent you some crabs and Gorgon, still tender. , You eat while the shell is wet, don't let it dry, you will be old."

Fang Daichuan swallowed his Adam’s Adam’s apple and thought he carefully glanced into the kitchen. Seeing that there was no clue, he stepped down a little, and took his mother to sit on the sofa: "Oh mom, look at you, you won’t come. I’ll make a call, what if I’m not at home?"

Jiang Jie turned his face away: "I have the key, and we will leave when you are not at home. Put your things down. You haven't done shameful things. Do you want to close the door and carry people behind?" she said. After all he didn't restrain himself, the ending sounded a little, and there was a little bit of crying.

Li Sinian flicked the crab's finger, and the scissors stuck in his index finger.

Fang Jin didn't hear what the mother outside was talking about. They were chatting with Li Sinian. He looked at Li Sinian with a clumsy smile: "You are not proficient in crabbing, and you have to practice."

Li Sinian nodded hurriedly and said: "What you said is that I will practice for a few years."

"Taste my craft at noon!" Father Fang said triumphantly, "I have been cooking for many years. You still have to practice. For men, you have to cook and live together. There must be one who can cook. The housework will be cleaned up, or else it won’t turn the sky upside down."

Father skillfully stirred the egg white and egg yolk separately, poured white vinegar and ground ginger, and beat them quickly, while sighing: "Chuan'er is spoiled by his grandfather and can't do anything. Alas."

Li Sinian cautiously tentatively said: "Stupid people have stupid blessings. Maybe Chuan'er will marry a wife, so he can just cook.

"Hey," Father Fang snorted, "There is only one family right now. The little girls have been hurt by their parents since they were young, so they can cook less."

Li Sinian bowed his head and broke the crab legs: "If you like him, you are willing to learn for him."

Outside, Fang Daichuan took his mother to the study and closed the door.

"Mom," Fang Daichuan lowered his head and thought for a long time, "do you know something?"

Jiang Jie's tears came down all of a sudden. She covered her mouth in a low voice and pressed her forehead against Fang Daichuan's chest: "What's the matter with you? I remember you didn't have this problem before!"

Fang Daichuan hesitated to take his mother's shoulders: "In fact, it has been there for a long time, and there have been signs of it since childhood."

"Is it because of my mother?" Jiang Jie raised her face and looked up at her son's face. "When you saw your mother when you were young, your mother always wore a police uniform and danced with knives and guns. It's carefree. Does it have something to do with this?"

Fang Daichuan laughed: "Where and where are all this! My mother! No, it has nothing to do with you. I was born purely, so stop thinking about it."

Jiang Jie cried: "You were born to me, how can you have nothing to do with me!"

Fang Daichuan drew a paper towel, took his mother's face, and wiped it dry for her: "Mom, I was born to you. You are my closest relative, I don't want to keep it from you. He is Li Sinian."

Jiang Jie closed her eyes.

"He had a very hard life. Dad died early since he was a child. Mom and grandpa are not good stubborns. They have never enjoyed family and fun. Unlike ordinary coming out, he may not be good at dealing with you. I’ve never dared to confess to you.” Fang Daichuan hugged his mother gently and looked at the white hair on her head. His eyes became sour. “But I want to get your blessings. I love you and love. he."

His lines are very good, and when he says the word "love", it is clear and intricate, making Jiang Jie speechless.

"Mother doesn't want to bless you," Jiang Jie sorted out her emotions and sniffed. "Mom is scared. Mom can't stay with you forever. You don't have the guarantee of marriage. Can you go long? How do people outside see you? Your job is... everything is under the spotlight. Mom is scared."

Fang Daichuan smiled and looked at his mother with the same eyes as his father: "As long as you don't object, no matter how big the storm is outside, it won't break me. I am the son of Jiang Jie, the king of the police."

During the meal, Jiang Jie was uncharacteristic and said nothing. Li Sinian was talking and laughing with Fang's father on the surface, his shirt was soaked with sweat on the back.

The eyes of him and Jiang Jie met inadvertently at the dinner table. The sadness and panic of a mother, pleading and entrusting, made Li Sinian unsteady holding his chopsticks.

"What's wrong with you today?" Fang Jin smiled and picked up a chopstick dish for his wife. "What I did is not to your liking?"

Jiang Jie looked at the dog's eyes that his son had prayed for, then looked at the sincere Li Sinian, shook her head slightly, and put a chopsticks dish gently into the Li Sinian bowl, and said softly: "You eat more."

Li Sinian's eyes reddened, and the chopsticks came out instantly.

After sending off his parents, Fang Daichuan slumped on the sofa, pinched Beta's ears and smiled: "It scares me to death."

Li Sinian sat aside and poured himself a glass of wine: "I was really scared to death." His fingers trembled badly.

Fang Daichuan remembered that report, Li Sinian was addicted to drugs and moderately depressed, and he had addiction when he was nervous. It's fine when he doesn't know. Since he knows, he can't watch Li Sinian addiction to alcohol and drugs.

He snatched the wine glass and drank it with his head up.

Li Sinian stared at him in surprise.

"You are not allowed to be addicted to alcohol or drugs in the future," Fang Daichuan's wine-scented lips touched Li Sinian's gently, and smiled, "You can only have **** addiction."

He said, unbuttoning Li Sinian's shirt collar: "Think of me when I'm nervous, and see if Brother Chuaner has to break it back for you."

Li Siyoung laughed and kissed him, grabbing the fragrance of the drinking liquid from his throat.

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The witch’s public extravaganza is over here!

Thank you for your company and support all the way!

The rest will be finished exclusively over there, but it has nothing to do with the main text and does not affect everyone's reading experience.

The original inspiration and insight of Witch’s book was "Celestial Detective". I saw the case of "Crazy Tulip" half a year ago, and it was a crazy call for the celebrity detective! The case-by-case mode of that case is the prototype of the witch's initial inspiration. Amway solemnly to everyone here! It's a pity that the third season has not been released yet, and it is also very sad. When I was in college, I liked to kill the werewolves. When I was writing in the first half of the writing, I was crazy about watching the werewolf killing programs, which may be a bit too deeply affected. Some dramas affected the reading experience of some readers. I'm sorry to everyone, this author, compare Wayward hhh.

There is a classic "No Survival" that pays tribute to grandma, and everyone can definitely see it. There are also some Nabokov and Khrabal citations, so I won’t comment them one by one.

The translation of the two English songs was done by myself, not an English major. I referred to the translation of NetEase Cloud. There may be some errors in the translation. Please bear with me~

In short, thank you everyone for your company all the way. Brother Chuan'er and Brother Nian went to their little days without shame. The new adventure will be included when going out.

Finally, Amway took a look at the little meat pie shop next door, "Teaching Gentleman", already very fat, welcome everyone to jump.

Love you guys. It will be my supreme glory to bring you even the slightest touch and love.

See you in the next story~

At the end, "open your eyes"! Open your eyes! Open your eyes!

the above.

The dead have more knife.