Chapter 139

"Chirp." As soon as the two parrots entered An Yinong's room, they comfortably shook their fur.

Now it's winter break, the eve of New Year's Eve, at the moment it's raining outside, wet and cold, but An Yinong's room has air conditioning.

Although this bulky air conditioner is very loud, it is the most desired luxury of many people in this era, and it is the cold An Yinong's winter life preserver.

Hong Kong City's winter is generally not cold, the outdoor temperature is more than ten degrees, but recently I do not know whether it encountered cold air or how the temperature fell below ten degrees, but also rain, double damage superimposed.

If there is no air conditioning, 'Yinong' and 'Gu Pan' may have to 'force majeure' break for a while.

"I heard people say that you guys are friends, very close, how come I didn't hear you talk about it?" Xie Jiu asked very 'casually'.

This thing how to say, he and Gu Pan ...... he is Gu Pan ah.

An Yinong held his face and looked at Xie Jiu: "We have a pretty good relationship, right, Uncle Jiu curious?"

"Than his comic, your Monster City is more suitable for animation. Concede this opportunity because ...... he is your friend?"

Xie Jiu, who had only read the 'Yinong' manga, said it as if it were true.

"No, no, Gu Pan's 'The Royal Spirit Girl' has a broader audience, it's an awesome thing to be able to attract both male and female readers, the audience of 'The Legend of the Desert Heroes' and 'Monster City' is a bit more male."

An Yinong serious analysis, but look at the eyes of the onlookers, this is a kind of preference for 'Gu Pan'.

This onlooker is Xie Jiu.

Xie Jiu had always known that 'Yinong' and 'Gu Pan' had good feelings but gave the first animation slot to 'Gu Pan', and was decided directly by a director, so their affection exceeded a certain threshold.

"Sir?" This instant, he remembered the two words An Yinong once shouted out to him, and Gu Pan's new manga was called 'Mister'.

This comic is very famous, and many female readers are discussing it, even if Xie Jiu doesn't care, he knows that "Mister" is about a teacher-student relationship between two people (ghosts) with vastly different identities.

There is a huge difference in status, teacher, and student ...... and then linking it to An Yinong's painting and sword skills that he learned at some point, Xie Jiu suddenly thought, 'Gu Pan' couldn't be the 'Mister' who taught An Yinong how to paint ' right?

"Tian Tong doesn't be presumptuous, of course, I know you and 'Gu Pan' are friends, friends see friends, always a little special. I wonder what 'Gu Pan' is like, I want to get to know him."

Xie Jiu's disguise was seamless, but An Yinong still sensed something was wrong with his sixth sense, his eyes rolled, "He is older than me, a learned and gentle senior, and has taught me swordplay."

Sure enough.

Xie Jiu is more and more sure of his suspicions: shameless guy, even if he seduced a minor, he secretly embellished the matter and drew it into a cartoon. The most important thing is that you can't be sure that you're going to be able to get the best out of the situation.

Xie Jiu did not reveal his attitude, he even said very friendly: "Really? That's good."

"Yes, speaking of which, he and Uncle Jiu are a bit alike, with eyebrows here and there, both with a very nice pair of phoenix eyes." An Yinong smiled and looked at Xie Jiu, "It's true that beautiful people, all have similarities."

Xie Jiu didn't know for a moment whether he should be happy or angry.

"Uncle Jiu is a man, how can you use the word beautiful to describe it? Is Tian Tong and that 'Gu Pan' gentleman very close? Since 'Gu Pan' is the teacher who taught you, a teacher is like a father, you should also treat him like your own father." Xie Jiu said with a straight face, which is called righteous and stern.

"Okay, I'll listen to all of it from Uncle Jiu."

An Yinong so cooperative, finally let Xie Jiu lose his frown.

The two continued to draw one person and look at the other until noon when the president of the magazine called, saying that a lot of things were delivered to the magazine, and the delivery worker said that they were delivered after Young Master He bought them at their supermarket, so he came to ask about the situation.

"I bought it, a box of snack gift boxes for one person, a box of fruit, and a one hundred yuan supermarket consumption coupon, the editor-in-chief plus a case of red wine. By the way, the year-end bonus is just a month's salary."

An Yinong casually scattered tens of thousands of dollars, the president who is a worker is of course very happy, and can even hear the vague cheers over there. He put down the phone with a smile and met Xie Jiu's thoughtful expression.

"What's wrong Uncle Jiu? Is there something wrong?"

"It's just that I was suddenly reminded by Tian Tong that I haven't prepared the benefits for this year, and I was thinking about what I should prepare." Xie Jiu, who had never given his employees benefits other than the year-end bonus, said so.

When Xie Jiu left and said he was going to prepare employee benefits, An Yinong put down his brush, held his cheek with one hand, and smiled like a little fox: "When did this happen? How come I didn't notice it at all before?"

"What is it?" The system floated out.

"You're here?"

"Yeah, if I don't show up, you'll just know parrot 'thank you'." The system said slyly.

Time passed nearly a year, the host from the middle four students into the middle five students, looking at the New Year soon, but the mission progress is zero. The legendary mission object 'Wen Long' is as quiet as dead, but it is his long-dead adoptive father who shakes in front of the host's eyes from time to time.

What? The fact is that you can get a lot more than just a few of these.

This is even, this adoptive father also has a bad luck pet, what 'thank you', to seize the host's attention, angry.

"I thought you didn't want to care about me." An Yinong pinched the system, seeing as he might not see it again after walking through this life, he decided to be nice to the system.

"Hm. By the way host, what did you just say about the matter?"

"I suspect that Xie Jiu is interested in me." An Yinong smiled badly.

"What?" The system jumped up, it pointed to An Yinong and then next door, "Little mother literature?"

"......"

An Yinong stretched out his fingers and flicked the system away, "Can you put something normal in your head? What little mother literature? I have nothing to do with being a son."

"It has nothing to do with being a son, but it has something to do with being an adoptive father?" The system that rolled around on the table quickly climbed up, it has forgotten the task, hey hey hey close, "I think you two get along ...... is not a little that what?"

"What do you want to say?" An Yinong lowered his head to look at the system.

"It is adulterous-" Once again, the system was bounced, but even if it was bounced, it still had to say that last word out loud, "Love!"

"Heh." An Yinong thought to himself, "You still need to say this?

After entering the small year, the pace of the world seems to have become faster, the big cartoonist no longer has leisurely drawing time, he is taken by his parents to meet with various friends and relatives, and is also carried to various parties.

"This is the only time of the year that we see each other, and when we do, we go back. How many people only come back to Hong Kong for New Year's Eve, go and meet, and also show them how good my child is."

This year his growth has shown them his potential, they no longer treat An Yinong as a child, but as an adult who can go out and socialize.

Although He Chengjue has always been said to be the second generation of incompetent rich people, he has a lot of connections, both in politics and business and even people who mix in the gray areas. As for Li Yufeng, she knows more people from the music industry.

To these people, of course, An Yinong is holding a drink to play nice. Anyway, he looks young, his voice is also soft, aunts and uncles shouted down, and there is always no mistake.

This kind of party often also has many people of the same age, but from their body can not find too much 'peer' feeling, there is not much student taste.

It is also true that most of these families have several wives in their homes, they all have to compete with their siblings from different fathers and mothers in the family, raising compulsion mode out, will certainly be more precocious and more realistic.

They also came to An Yinong, just An Yinong do not like their eyes do not hide their 'interest needs', so a step not away from He Chengjue and Li Yufeng looks like a good boy who has not yet left the greenhouse.

"Might as well go back and have a little hot pot with Mr." He thought to himself.

This time of year many rich people would choose to go abroad for a vacation for New Year's Eve, some would choose a place covered in ice and snow, while others would choose to go somewhere warmer, but Grandpa He is a traditional person who feels that New Year's Eve should be spent in his own home.

It was said that the He family had two other relatives settled abroad and would also return for New Year's Eve.

"Young Master He."

An Yinong looked sideways and saw a brown-haired mixed-race teenager, whom he recognized, named Zhang Rongsheng, English name Richard, his father was in shipping, his mother was an exotic dancer, and he was considered an illegitimate son.

He Chengjue is recently working with the other father, ready to open a certain line of shipping.

I have to say, scum dad is not able to sit down to do business, but the vision is unique, real estate, and shipping, are all industries that can make money in the future.

"Call me Tintong." An Yinong raised his signature smile, "Eating together?"

This is a buffet-style ball, eat up and dance, dance tired, and then come down to eat and chat. But not many people sat down to eat.

"Sure." The somewhat shy-looking teenager sat down.

"I heard that you own the magazine 'Painting Friends', so have you met Gu Pan?"

An Yinong thought that the other party was here to make friends with him, but he didn't expect this teenager to think for half a day and the first question he asked was this.

An - Gu Pan himself - Yinong picked up the juice: "Never met, and contact with the author is the editor's business."

"That, can I meet with him? Of course, it's okay if it's not convenient lately, I can wait." Zhang Rongsheng clenched his fist.

"...... take the liberty to ask, you are a fan of his books?" Look at this fist-clenching stance, not like to meet with idols, but like to go to a fight.

"No." Zhang Rongsheng said, "I am a fan of Yinong's books."

"...... you calm down a little, hitting people is not right, I think 'Yinong' will not be happy, they are good friends of well." An YInong said seriously. This teenager is still two years younger than him, it is the age of the middle two, and it is easy for the mind to go astray.

But Zhang Rongsheng shook his head: "I know, I'm just curious what it's like to be friends with 'Yinong' and to be defended by him all the time."

If this is the case, shouldn't he be more curious about what 'Yinong' looks like?

An Yinong asked, and as a result, the teenager blushed and said, "I think he should be a mature man in his twenties almost thirty, elegant and very educated and cultured. I am embarrassed to see him."

...... teenager, this idea of yours is dangerous.

He patted the other man's shoulder and stood up, "Stay close to the work and away from the author."

The young reader succeeded in scaring him back, and Yinong left the party as he rode in his car through the illuminated streets.

All kinds of colorful neon lights, red lanterns, and red couplets and banners brought the atmosphere of the New Year, and children ran along the roadside in brightly colored clothes.

Even the usual bad approachers were smiling.

"It's the New Year."

There was no festive atmosphere in the house where only a few people lived, and the banquet just now did not show much of the flavor of the approaching New Year, but it was the street in front of him that reminded him that it was the New Year, his first New Year in this world.

An Yinong seemed to be infected by this atmosphere, he breathed on the car window and then wrote on it: New Year, smooth and successful.

Only in the end he felt childish again and wiped the words off the car window: "Uncle Cai, can you take a detour to the store selling fireworks? I want to buy some fireworks. Oh yeah, and I want to buy some ingredients for cooking hot pot."

"Good, young master wants to cook hot pot tonight?"

"Yes, I didn't eat much at the banquet, I'm so hungry, I wonder if Mr. Xie next door would like a late-night snack?"

Chapter 140

"Dear Uncle Jiu, I heard that you didn't eat tonight, so badly behaved?"

His stomach was vaguely painful so did not eat dinner, At this moment frowning processing documents Xie Jiu was surprised to look at the door: "Tian Tong? Didn't you ...... go out for a banquet tonight?

"Wanted to find 'day to day' Xie Jiu master to eat hot pot together." An Yinong at the door of the study reached out and knocked on the open door, "I wonder if I have this honor?"

An Yinong himself said laughing: "Have not disturbed you? Is it convenient to come in?"

"Of course it's convenient." Xie Jiu put down his pen, his stomach was still uncomfortable, but at this time it was natural to say, "I was busy before and forgot, I just wanted to eat something."

An Yinong didn't doubt it: "Even if you're busy with work, you still have to eat, otherwise, your stomach is going to be uncomfortable."

"Got it, little housekeeper."

In An Yinong's small villa, the warm hot pot and ingredients were already prepared. Xie Jiu is a little clean, so he and An Yinong have one pot, and the others have one pot.

At this time his villa is plastered with red couplets, window stickers, and a string of red lanterns hung at the door, looking lively, compared to Xie Jiu's villa cold and quiet, more warm and popular.

Xie Jiu waited for the cut ingredients to be placed in pots and pans, while An Yinong was feeding the fish, and before he could spill the fish food in his hand, the fish in the tank were already swimming vigorously toward him.

"These fish like you so much."

"Yeah, I'm a crowd-pleaser." An Yinong said while spreading the fish food. These fish were not under his care, but as long as he appeared near the fish tank, these fish would swim over.

"I'll feed some too." Xie Jiu stood up and walked over, wanting to join the line feeding the fish. Unexpectedly, he only just approached, those fish seemed to be afraid of him and backed up.

An Yinong kept happy: "Uncle Jiu's aura is too heavy, the fish are scared of you."

Xie Jiu also laughed at the situation: "Only the fish are like this, perhaps the previous generation was a fisherman, offended them."

An Yinong remembered, in his previous life, Mr. also did not please the fish, he always thought it was because Mr. is a ghost, is it the physique so?

A while later, the ingredients were all set up, and they were seated one by one.

"I don't know what Uncle Jiu likes, so I bought a little of everything."

The pot of golden yellow chicken soup rolled up and down, and fat mushrooms and green onions followed the soup up and down.

Next to the hot pot, there were golden fried crispy rattles (bean skin wrapped in filling and fried in a frying pan), hand-battered beef balls fish balls and shrimp balls, fried fish skin, bamboo fungus, the queen of mushrooms, fresh nine-section shrimp, shrimp nun, cuttlefish with flower knives, oysters, and egg dumplings ......

The gentle aroma of the food eased Xie Jiu's stomach discomfort, and because there was someone around to eat with him, the discomfort also left temporarily, in short, Xie Jiu now feels very good.

He looked at An Yinong, who was only wearing a turtleneck woolen jacket, and he was spooning up a bowl of golden chicken soup.

The pot is a whole chicken, stewed for a long time, the bones are crispy, with chopsticks gently pulled, the skin and meat will leave the chicken bones, moistened with soup chicken wiggling in the tip of the chopsticks, thick soup dripping, in the golden soup halo out ripples. The thick and fresh aroma of the stewed chicken wafted through the air.

An Yinong hit a bowl of chicken soup and put the stewed chicken in it, then put it in front of Xie Jiu: "Uncle Jiu should eat first."

After putting down the bowl he looked at Xie Jiu with those smiling eyes, "You didn't eat at night, have a little soup first to appease your stomach?"

"Good." Xie Jiu heard himself talking, this bowl of chicken soup was so fragrant that he felt full before he even ate it in his belly, and all the organs of his body became gentle and relaxed.

An Yinong poured himself a bowl of chicken soup as well and clamped a large chicken leg, the tender chicken meat bites down full of gelatin, each bite incorporating the aroma of other ingredients.

The cartilage at the ends of the chicken leg bones almost melted, a gentle sip of chicken meat and popping cartilage came down, and then suck, the fresh soup came to the mouth.

Full of food, full of happiness.

Now give him a bowl of white rice, and he can eat two bowls with the chicken soup.

"This is what eating is like." An Yinong sighed in his heart, eating somewhat cold food alone at a lively banquet was boring.

After finishing the chicken soup and eating a whole chicken leg meat, An Yinong didn't feel full, instead, his appetite was aroused and he was even hungrier. He picked up the bamboo tube split in half, which held eight hand-battered meatballs.

Beef meatballs, fishballs, shrimp balls, and cuttlefish balls, all in two, double portions.

"Does Uncle Jiu eat this? I pour it all down?"

Xie Jiu, who was drinking the soup, smiled and nodded, "I'm fine with all of it."

If the chef at home heard this from him, he could shed tears, because of turtle hair and picky, Xie Jiu has changed many chefs, and this one can stay, big reason is that he can make delicious honey lemon cake.

The eight round balls on the bamboo tube were poured into the chicken soup, and the fried crispy bells in the style of spring rolls were also pinned up.

The fried crispy bells are already fried and do not need to be added to the pot, so they are eaten with sweet and sour sauce.

"This crispy bell is wrapped in purple potatoes, this one is filled with cheese." An Yinong tilted his head and thought seriously for a moment, "For the sake of Uncle Jiu's good figure, I'd better bear the pain and eat the cheese-flavored one."

He then put the fried crispy bell wrapped in purple potatoes into Xie Jiu's bowl and the cheese-fried crispy bell into his bowl.

Popping cheese crispy bell, the most delicious!

Xie Jiu couldn't help himself, and then thought of the phrase 'Uncle Jiu's good figure'.

That day at sea, An Yinong fished him up after taking off all ......

Ahem, at that time did not feel how the picture, and at this time recalled letting people's faces hot. Fortunately, this time eating a warm hot pot, the fog on Xie Jiu's face obscured.

The first thing to cook in the hand-beaten balls is shrimp balls, pink crystal clear shrimp balls mixed with bright red not know whether it is fish roe or crab roe red particles, without any dipping sauce, so bite down fresh, fragrant, pop, cool, none of the beauty, and a small unique flavor of red seeds bouncing between the teeth, burst juice, An Yinong ate a want to eat the second.

But he still endured the pain to fish up another shrimp ball and put it in Xie Jiu's spare bowl.

"Uncle Jiu, put it here first, it won't taste good if it gets old." He said he went fishing for other pills that were already cooked, and seeing his eyes shining, he must have enjoyed the matter of putting down ingredients and fishing for them.

So Xie Jiu also did not move, peacefully waiting for cooked food fished up and placed in his bowl.

The atmosphere at the other table is more lively, but I don't know why, Xie Jiu just feel that the two of them eating hot pot together like this is warm and beautiful.

The coldest season in Hong Kong, and it's evening, most people have returned home, and have a family reunion, and at this time, Hong Kong's prisons also provide slightly better New Year's meals.

But when Zhang Ming, who had just met someone, returned, his food had already been divided up.

"Doesn't matter." He sat down on the bedpan, his face haggard, but his eyes glowing, "Wen Long is back, I'll get out for sure."

Zhang Ming knew that Wen Long had a little misunderstanding about him, but again, he was different from Wen Long, he had seen and saved Wen Long at his most down and out. At that time, he was not even Xie Jiu's adopted son, just an insignificant orphan in the city fortress.

"He said it himself, I am the only warmth in his past, he will save me." His hands clenched, his eyes filled with red blood.

So what is Wen Long, who left the prison, doing at this moment?

He stood in the street of the fortress, although the fortress is seen as a devil's cave by the outside world, most people here are just ordinary people, they also want to celebrate the New Year, even if they do not have money, always stick a pair of red couplets, hang a red lantern, asking for a smooth and good luck next year.

Wen Long, dressed in black, walked into an alley.

The top of the alley is a piece of wire fence, the network is hanging a lot of household garbage, and some are still dripping. The ground is also perennially waterlogged, very slippery, and sticky, and from time to time he steps on some kind of bug or is crawled over by arrogant rats.

This is where he used to live until he was sixteen when he took his father's letter to Xie Jiu and became his adopted son.

"This place is still the same." Not changed at all, he thought.

Wen Long came back secretly, Xie Jiu didn't know, because he heard about Zhang Ming going to prison, anyway, he wanted to come over to see and give an account of his naive past.

Unfortunately, Zhang Ming still wants to lie to him.

Save him?

He mud bodhisattva across the river, how to save? Even if he could save, why should he?

Wen Long's character is such that love wants its life and evil wants its death: "Everyone has to pay for what they do."

Ever since he knew that He Tintong was the young master of the media He family and that Zhang Ming's sister-in-law was seeing He Chengjue and wanted to become Mrs. He, he knew that he was being used as a gun.

The fact that he thought that he was infatuated with the idea, but it turns out that he was just a fool who was being played with.

It is also true that Zhang Ming is such a person. In the past, he was unknown, Zhang Ming saw him and did not also pretend not to know. It was only after he became Xie Jiu's adopted son that they got together.

Wen Long's mother is a young lady, and the poor boy who eloped after not two years can not stand the difference in life, and go back to remarry. Wen Long went to look for her and was unceremoniously chased away.

At that time, Wen Long had a lot of hatred buried in his heart, and he vowed to get ahead and make his mother cry and beg for forgiveness.

He also hid a wish that he would find a lover.

That person was like his mother, from a wealthy, upper-class background, born without suffering. But that person will not dislike his origin and past and does not care about any external conditions, only his essence.

This person will not be Zhang Ming.

Just now Zhang Ming still tried to lie to him, saying that this is He Tintong deliberately screwed him, the He family is powerful, and he can not defend a hundred mouths.

Wen Long had already inquired before coming, Zhang Ming did instruct those three punks to try to sell He Tantong abroad, his kind of beautiful boy, there are also many people liked.

"Unfortunately, he does not know, that night He Tintong was indeed kidnapped, I do not know what price He family to rescue people. Zhang Ming was relocated, but it was also the first to fall in line himself."

It was also that night that Xie Jiu had an accident, but the person was fine and seemed to be saved by the He family, so after that, there was something about the two families cooperating in charity.

Wen Long's mood is a bit complicated, he is very grateful to Xie Jiu for his education and life, but ...... if that time Xie Jiu died, his family business, there is always a part of their own hands, right?

Xie Jiu has no relatives and no good friends and he did not make a will.

If he dies ......

Wen Long raised his head, the sky of the people at the bottom of the city fortress, always so dim and dreary, emitting the stench of garbage. He went outside to see other skies, so bright, wafting the fragrance of flowers and wine, that's what he wanted.

After a trip abroad, he was even more sure that he wanted more and better, he wanted a beautiful villa built in the mid-levels, with luxury cars, with English-speaking servants to serve, and even the people around him, not a little mud smell.

Zhang Ming packaged more beautifully, but also can not change his bones of the low sour smell.

Wen Long unilaterally thought that the shitty smell of Zhang Ming was because he was poor, not because he was bad. He hates 'poor' too much and sees 'poor' as the first intolerable thing in the world and the worst thing.

So at this time he instead thinks of 'He Tian Tong', a truly pampered young master.

"I want to have the best of everything, then the people around me must also be the best, such as the young master who has never been poor since birth, and every strand of hair exudes the scent of high society extravagance."

Wen Long felt that this was the only way to prove that he had completely separated himself from his original class.

Yes, he needed that one piece of expensive jewelry that could show off his status.

"But how to do it?" According to the previous agreement between him and Xie Jiu, after he turned twenty, Xie Jiu would no longer finance him. Now he was twenty years old.

The rat in the hole crawled out from the gloomy and unseen place, crawled across the dirty and muddy road, crawled over Wen Long's shoes, and squeaked under the barbed wire fence piled with garbage.

Wen Long took one look at the rat and turned to leave the place, doing whatever it took to have everything he wanted.

"Well, so bracing, accidentally ate too much." Once the winter laziness does not want to move An Yinong nestled on the sofa while eating anti-food hawthorn tablets.

The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the actual product.

An Yinong froze, and Xie Jiu himself also froze, this is a very intimate behavior, they do not seem to be intimate with each other to this extent.

"Ah," An Yinong obediently sat up, "Is Uncle Jiu here for New Year's Eve?"

Master Xie Jiu withdrew his fingers and answered naturally, "Yes, you're going back to the He family's old residence?"

"Well, some relatives from abroad have returned and are staying for two days to bond. Call Uncle Jiu at that time to pay respects, is there any New Year's money?"

"Yes, of course, there is." Xie Jiu looked into his eyes, "Whatever you want Ninth Uncle will give you."

"Come on, Uncle Jiu you don't have the tone of an elder."

Xie Jiu thought of his age of nearly thirty: "I was already more than ten years older than you."

"But," An Yinong slowly leaned over with a smile in his eyes, shining brightly, "when I first saw Uncle Jiu, I thought, how can someone wear a Tang suit so elegantly and elegantly? Instead of calling Uncle Jiu, how about calling Brother Jiu?"

"There is still a lot of chicken left ......" Granny Lian walked out of the kitchen and passed by the hall, she found her young master sitting alone in the living room and he was smiling seemingly having met something happy.

"Where is Mr. Xie? Gone?" Granny Lian looked around and saw that no one was there.

"Yes." Ran away.