Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!! - Chapter 70

Fang Hao did not expect that the first time he showed his strength in full view was to carry drinks.

Under the admiring gazes of strangers around, Fang Hao easily lifted two bags full of drinks, while Pei Qingyuan carried several snack boxes that He Shiwen had stuffed for him, his hands full.

Ji Tong, who was walking in the middle of the two, was the most relaxed, with a glass of drink in his hand, walking happily towards the house.

He picked out a drink with the lightest color, and Fang Hao pretended to be cool with a stern face, but he couldn’t help asking him curiously, “Is it good?”

Ji Tong thought for a while, then deliberately frowned and said, “It’s just pear juice, which has no special features. I heard from people in the queue that the darker the color, the better it is.”

“Really?”

“Really, this store is super special, it’s different from ordinary sugar water stores.”

Special things can attract Fang Hao’s attention the most. Hearing this, his eyes lit up immediately: “Then I will try it later.”

“Okay, I’ll drink the darkest one for you.”

Pei Qingyuan recalled the label on the cup, and wisely kept silent.

After returning home, with a trace of sympathy, he watched Ji Tong pick out the cup of dark chaotic liquid, and handed it to Fang Hao graciously.

Fang Hao looked at the simple style font on the label: “Liangmei juice, the name is quite nice.”

Ji Tong stared at him with wide eyes without blinking, but Pei Qingyuan looked away pityingly.

After Fang Hao took a sip, his expectant expression suddenly froze.

But under Ji Tong’s curious gaze, he stubbornly raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled coldly: “This is far worse than the medicinal juice boiled by Yaowanggu.”

“Really?” Ji Tong smiled and looked at his back, which disappeared like the wind just after he finished speaking, “Then why are you running to the toilet?”

His answer was a distant roar: “How can there be bitter and sour sugar water!”

“Because it’s bitter melon plum juice.” Ji Tong looked at him at the door, “Bitter melon is also called Lianggua, and sour plum is plum, so it’s called Liangmei.”

“…How could there be such a combination.” Fang Hao couldn’t believe it, “Modern society is really scary!!”

“What does Medicine King Valley look like?”

“I won’t tell you!”

“This is delicious, I promise, it’s the custard water that a macho must drink.”

“…Hmph, it’s just a big valley, with many trees and grass, and a large white mist.”

“Xiao Hao, can you improve your rhetoric level?”

“Do you want to listen down!”

Pei Qingyuan was used to listening to the surreal conversations echoing at home.

But now he is a little curious about what world Ji Tong and Fang Hao’s other system friends will come from.

It shouldn’t be the interstellar era where warships fly across the sky and monsters ravage, right?

In the increasingly strong flavor of the year, this semester has officially ended.

Although some people are happy and some are sad in front of the newly released test results, overall, there is still an atmosphere of excitement among senior high school students.

Because this time the first place in the joint exam of the ten schools came from No. 2 Middle School.

This result not only exceeded the expectations of the teachers and students of No. 2 Middle School, but also shocked the teachers and students of other key high schools in the city.

In this joint exam, the best high schools in the city participated, so the top few hundred rankings can be regarded as some kind of prediction for the future college entrance examination rankings. The top rankings are basically the top students from key high schools. carve up.

Because of this, no one expected that No. 2 Middle School would be so aggressive this year.

Not only won the first place, but also occupied ten other places in the top 100 miles, and it would be good to have three or four in previous years.

The new changes in No. 2 Middle School gradually spread among the parent groups. Parents of junior high school students are also paying attention to the results of these high schools in the city, and thinking about choosing a school for their children in the coming year.

The school leaders of No. 2 Middle School were naturally very happy. They were praised by their superiors. When they came back, they also praised the teachers in the school and gave them more performance rewards. The enthusiasm of the teachers also increased.

Everyone wants to be part of a miracle.

For the student who made the No. 2 Middle School win honors many times, the leaders decided to adopt the most practical reward method.

Give out scholarships.

Facing the unexpected scholarship, the two gradually cash-strapped systems finally agreed to accept Pei Qingyuan’s “subsidy”.

At the end of the semester, when Pei Qingyuan came back with a schoolbag of winter vacation test papers, he could see the first thing Ji Tong and Fang Hao bought with his scholarship without opening the door.

A pair of red Spring Festival couplets printed with auspicious words, together with the word “Fu”, were pasted at the door of the house.

When the door is pushed open, various styles of beautiful window grilles and blessing characters are pasted on the balcony glass door and glass windows.

“I think this looks good.”

“But this is also pretty.”

“Can’t choose, post them all!”

Pei Qingyuan looked around the beaming home decorated with lanterns and festoons, and felt a strong sense of New Year in the physical sense.

Brushes, ink, and a pair of handwritten Spring Festival couplets with wet ink still spread out on the table.

Standing on the stool, Ji Tong finished pasting a window grille and looked back at him: “The host is back, hurry up and write a horizontal comment!”

Pei Qingyuan was a little dazed: “There are already Spring Festival couplets at the door.”

“You can also put a picture on the door of the kitchen.” Ji Tong said solemnly, “Handwriting is more meaningful, we have already thought of words.”

A quarter of an hour later, the glass door of the kitchen took on a new look, and the two long and one short red papers were quite eye-catching.

The upright and elegant upper couplet: braised prawns in oil, sweet and sour pork ribs, braised fish and meat in brown sauce

The second line of Flying Phoenix Dance: Handsome, Kong Wu, Powerful Gundam and Jelly Bean

Thin and powerful horizontal batch: No. 1 in the entrance examination

Pei Qingyuan, who was forced to write a horizontal comment by himself, did not understand the logical relationship of this Spring Festival couplet at all.

But Ji Tong and Fang Hao looked very happy.

…In fact, he was inexplicably happy when he saw it posted on the kitchen door.

Man is a strange creature.

As weird as artificial intelligence.

“My handwriting is really handsome.” Fang Hao is very satisfied with this collective work, “I don’t know what kind of handwriting Sister Yinyin looks like.”

Ji Tong directed the host to put away the red paper on the table: “I’ll find out in a few days, I think it must be very nice.”

There is a square piece of red paper for Fu Yinyin to write blessings on.

It’s only a few days before the second and ninth year of the new year, and the frequency of Pei Qingyuan hearing the word “Sister Yinyin” at home has skyrocketed. Ji Tong and Fang Hao are like two left-behind children who are looking forward to their parents coming home for the New Year.

Not only did he repeat the name from time to time, but he also tried cooking, saying that he wanted Fu Yinyin to try it.

Pei Qingyuan observed in the kitchen for a while, and after confirming that the two systems could safely complete the frying of shrimp crackers, he returned to his room to do his homework.

He wants to finish his winter vacation homework as early as possible, and set aside time to celebrate the New Year with everyone.

When he was concentrating on writing the test paper, his mobile phone vibrated suddenly.

The caller is Teacher Zhou.

After the call was connected, Zhou Fang first asked him with a smile what he was doing for the New Year, and then said: “Teacher, there are some New Year’s goods here, all of which are food. When are you free? I’ll get them for you.”

Zhou Fang didn’t say it clearly, but Pei Qingyuan understood the origin of the New Year’s goods.

He was silent for a while, and then said: “Mr. Zhou, I’m too much trouble for you. I will contact her.”

Before the Spring Festival, which means family reunion, there is always one person who cannot be avoided.

His current life should also be seen by her.

The doorbell rang, and when Pei Qingyuan went to open the door, Ji Tong followed him step by step.

Pushing open the door, they saw the middle-aged woman whom they hadn’t seen for many days.

Luo Xiuyun was wearing what she thought was the most energetic clothes, carrying a few bags in her hands, staring blankly at the brand-new Spring Festival couplets on the door, hesitated for a long time outside, thinking about how to say hello for a while, and then knocked softly through the door of this strange house.

But when she really saw her son who had been away for many days, she suddenly forgot what to say.

Behind the unfamiliar door was a home that looked warm and bright. She could smell the faint aroma of fried oil coming out of the kitchen, and she could also see the distant and indifferent emotion in Pei Qingyuan’s eyes.

Beside him was a child that Luo Xiuyun had never seen before, but she had heard that that child was met by Pei Qingyuan when he was a tutor.

In this hasty and cramped silence, Pei Qingyuan spoke first, with no extra emotion in his voice: “Do you often contact Teacher Zhou?”

Luo Xiuyun subconsciously clenched her fingers, and said in a low voice, “Yes…she taught me a lot.”

There are many truths that she has forgotten in a daze.

Speaking of this, she didn’t wait for her son to speak again, and hurriedly passed the things in her hand: “You take these food, and there are other things, you must need them.”

The few seconds that Luo Xiuyun held the object in mid-air seemed particularly long, until Pei Qingyuan finally reached out to take it, and she breathed a long sigh of relief in her heart.

The strange child next to him looked back and forth between the two, and suddenly said: “Brother, we have freshly fried shrimp crackers, do you want to give some to Auntie?”

Pei Qingyuan paused, then turned and walked to the kitchen: “I’ll pretend.”

So only she and the children were left at the door.

Luo Xiuyun originally wanted to ask Pei Qingyuan to go back for the New Year, but the appearance of the house in front of her had already told her the answer.

So she didn’t ask, the loss and trance appeared in her eyes, all reflected in those clear eyes.

She bent down slightly, trying to talk to this lively child: “You…have a good relationship.”

And the distance between her and this son is too far away.

“Yes.” The child nodded, “My brother is very powerful.”

Before she could continue asking, the child proudly spoke up.

“My brother can cook, write Spring Festival couplets, and go to and from school alone.” He counted with his fingers, “If you can get the first place in the exam, you can get the first place in playing basketball, and I think cooking is also the first place.”

Listening to his slightly childish words, Luo Xiuyun first laughed, and then was overwhelmed by a deep regret.

Because the child stared at her with curious eyes, and asked in a crisp voice: “Does Auntie know?”

Luo Xiuyun shook her head very slowly.

She only knew a little, and she learned it from other people.

The short kid laughed: “Sure enough, I am the only one who knows these secrets.”

This innocent smile stabbed gently into her heart like a thorn.

Pei Qingyuan quickly came back with a plastic bag containing two plastic lunch boxes. When he handed it to Luo Xiuyun, he said concisely: “Shrimp chips.”

Luo Xiuyun hurriedly took the light gift in return, and heard the child ask him in a low voice, “How much is left?”

“There’s still a lot left.” Only at this time, Pei Qingyuan’s voice was soft, “It can be fried again.”

Luo Xiuyun felt as if she saw her son smiling.

It was the first time she saw him so close and smiled.

He stood in this house that was extraordinarily warm in winter, with joyful Chinese New Year decorations posted everywhere, beside him was someone who was whispering to him, behind him were brightly colored tablecloths, and the aroma of shrimp crackers gathered in the kitchen.

This is the real home that Luo Xiuyun longed for many years ago.

She went astray, gradually forgot her original wish, and never brought her biological son a real home.

Now he found it on his own.

So she lowered her head and said, “Happy Chinese New Year…then I’ll go back first.”

When Luo Xiuyun was about to turn around and leave, she unexpectedly heard her son’s calm voice: “Did Luo Zhichang move away?”

“Moved away.” She replied quickly, “I forced him to move away.”

It’s one of the few things she’s done right over the years.

Teacher Zhou said so.

After Pei Qingyuan heard it, there was no change in expression, but he said lightly: “It’s pretty good.”

In this rare affirmation, she finally plucked up the courage to say, “I’m sorry.”

This is the second right thing to do.

Pei Qingyuan looked at her, and said the last word to his mother who reunited after a long absence: “Happy Chinese New Year.”

The door of the room with the Spring Festival couplets was slowly closed, and Luo Xiuyun walked alone through the light-filled corridor and walked into the cold elevator on all sides.

Standing in this small cage, holding the light and heavy shrimp slices in her hand, she saw herself reflected in the mirror of the elevator, saw the line of blurred belated tears, and finally made up her mind.

She should be doing the third right thing.

After closing the door, Fang Hao, who was obediently staying in the kitchen eating shrimp crackers, poked his head out: “Can I come out?”

Ji Tong waved his hand: “Come out.”

He looked at the silent Pei Qingyuan: “Host, do you need to hear a cold joke?”

He thought it shouldn’t be necessary.

The host really shook his head.

Fang Hao sensiblely packed a box of shrimp chips and handed it to Ji Tong. Ji Tong took a piece and passed it to the host sensiblely.

He bit the shrimp cracklingly, comfortingly said: “The host should not be sad, our family will soon usher in a beautiful feminine color.”

Amidst the two brainwashing crackling sounds one after another, the excess emotions dissipated. Pei Qingyuan came back to his senses, hesitantly reached out to pick up a slice under the encouraging eyes of the two, and joined them.

“Is it tasty?”

“tasty.”

“Do you think I fried this piece or Xiao Hao fried it?”

“…you.”

Fang Hao asked in surprise, “How did you guess that?”

Pei Qingyuan politely avoided answering: “It depends on luck.”

In fact, he didn’t quite understand why Fang Hao’s fried shrimp crackers were oddly shaped and fragmented like his handwriting.

The point is, Fang Hao still thinks he is handsome.

On the day of New Year’s Eve, the family of three got up early.

Ji Tong originally wanted to meet Fu Yinyin like Fang Hao did that time, but Fu Yinyin said she had something to do, so she would come by herself when the time came, and asked him for the address of the community, and said to meet him at the gate of the community at 11:00 noon. .

So he and Fang Hao have been hanging around the house since the morning, and they stopped fishing, wishing to manually adjust the hour hand to eleven o’clock.

Even Pei Qingyuan became nervous.

Inexplicably, he had a feeling of seeing his parents.

Finally, it was half past ten, Ji Tong and Fang Hao went downstairs early, and Pei Qingyuan stayed at home to prepare lunch.

He stayed alone until almost eleven o’clock, completely unable to hold back his curiosity, took off his apron and went downstairs.

One big and one small waited excitedly at the gate of the community for a long time, when a neighbor’s child who was playing nearby saw it, and curiously came up to Ji Tong and asked, “Are you waiting for someone?”

Ji Tong usually goes in and out of the community quite frequently, because of his cute appearance, many neighbors are familiar with him.

The little boy who was a little taller than him talked a lot: “I haven’t seen your parents before. It’s just you and your brother. Are you waiting for them to come back from the Chinese New Year holiday?”

He looked at Fang Hao who was standing aside again: “Is this your brother’s friend? Why don’t you have any adults in your family?”

There was no malice in his words, but the adults behind him felt embarrassed and quickly patted him.

The little boy curled his lips, and was about to continue to say something, when he suddenly looked forward and widened his eyes.

“Nice car—”

At exactly eleven o’clock, a black stretched luxury car slowly stopped at the gate of the community. The driver’s door opened. The driver in uniform and white gloves got out of the car first, walked to the rear, and bent over to open the door.

In the eyes of everyone, a woman in a wine-red coat got out of the car slowly. She had wavy hair, a fair face, and dazzling red lips. She looked at the person waiting at the door to greet her with a smile in her eyes.

She seemed to have just returned from shopping. The driver took many beautifully wrapped bags from the car and waited quietly.

“Little Tong.”

The beautiful and elegant woman smiled and opened her arms to the cute child.

Ji Tong subconsciously ran over.

The atmosphere was so hot that he always felt that he should call his mother with tears in his eyes.

But something seems to be wrong.

Just when Ji Tong was worrying about what to shout, Fang Hao’s expression changed suddenly behind him, and he clumsily interpreted the change from shock to joy.

Then dutifully exclaimed in a stick reading voice: “Madam, you are finally back!”

I almost forgot about Fu Yinyin who set the running with the ball: …

Ji Tong suddenly remembered that he still had a bodyguard:! !

Pei Qingyuan who just walked to the gate of the community heard:? ? ?