After Lou Cheng put down his cell phone, he thought of the phone calls he had answered these days, and then he found that something seemed to be missing. Yes, neither Wu Yuehui nor Bing Shenzong had contacted him!

Was it blocked by the master, or have they already agreed to this situation and development?

Shaking his head and laughing, without thinking more, Lou Cheng continued his moving business and ran back and forth with the rented small truck several times, becoming the main labor force today. He held up the marble dining table that only four people could lift. He made Lou Zhisheng and Qi Fang feel that it was great to practice martial arts. Lou Yuanwei, the "second son" Lou Yuanchang and others who came to help did not dare to come forward to help. They could only take some small items, watch and cheer for it with all their duties, shout 666.

Near noon, Lou Cheng entered his original home again to see if there was something missing.

The living room was mostly empty, full of debris everywhere, messy, missing cabinets, missing TVs, missing single sofas, missing coffee tables that have been used for many years...

At first glance, Lou Cheng suddenly felt a little sad, and he felt a subtle feeling of leaving his hometown and leaving his family. In his opinion, the new home was full of arrogance, and walking inside without a familiar smell. This is the place where he lived for more than ten years, full of memories, engraved into his bones, and the home in his heart.

Alas... He sighed and walked around the living room, half checking and half missing.

I stopped at the door of the master bedroom and looked out. The wardrobe was gone and the desk was gone. I had to throw some old clothes that my mother had finally abandoned on the ground.

Looking at the empty place, the big bed with red paint and mottled paint was outlined in my mind. Lou Cheng's expression was a bit complicated. It was the bed my mother was dowed by, accompanied her entire marriage, witnessed her birth and growth, witnessed her dentistry and hard study.

When the couple got married, the supplies were not abundant, and their mother was born in a rural family, so naturally she didn't have much dowry. For this reason, the decathlon grandfather found wood and built a bed and furniture, which he has been using until now.

After staring deeply, Lou Cheng came to the door of his room. Because he bought a double bed and a sofa bed from the new home, his former bed was still quietly staying there, just like so many years ago, but the desk next to it, the bookshelf and wardrobe opposite it had left it.

Thinking of the childhood of rolling on the top, thinking of the teenager who put the desk lamp into the bed at night, secretly reading novels, and making myopic eyes look myopic, thinking of the youth vacation that I slept until noon in one breath, thinking of the sunshine, Yan Zheke lying there, and his devout and surging years of growth, Lou Cheng had a moment of feeling that it was hard to give up here and "old friends".

It's like saying goodbye to a childhood sweetheart whom I have known for many years.

I really want to take it to my new home too...

Lou Cheng took out his cell phone, took a photo of the "memory", and sent it to Yan Zheke who was about to go to bed, and said with a "melancholy sigh":

"It seems like there is no home all at once..."

There is no past.

"Touch my head, I felt uncomfortable when my family moved there for a long time. Well, I got used to it after two weeks, so I accepted it..." Yan Zheke "chuckled out of tears", "With my dad and mom, I feel like home soon."

"Yes." Lou Cheng picked up a few old books he didn't want before, and finally looked around the room, closed the door softly, and said goodbye to the home that existed in his memory for more than ten years.

After taking the elevator and entering the new house, he took a shower, washed away sweat and dirty marks, and replaced his clothes full of stains.

He reached out and wiped his head, steamed white mist. Lou Cheng passed by the kitchen and heard his father chatting with his grandparents and his cousin, and saw his mother busy preparing dishes.

According to Xiushan customs, you need to invite relatives and friends to have a meal on the first day of moving.

"Mom, why bother with this? Wouldn't it be enough to order two tables outside?" Lou Cheng leaned against the kitchen door and said with disapproval.

Qi Fang looked up and glared at him, not caring about what kind of genius he was: "What's the matter if the 'warm stove' is not at home?"

"Mom, if you want to do things like customs, it doesn't matter if you don't have any more convenience. If you focus on yourself, it will become feudal superstition." Lou Cheng persuaded again.

"You are superstitious!" Qi Fang's voice was stressed up, and then eased, "Today, there are not many relatives on both sides."

"Okay, mom, I'll help you." Lou Cheng walked into the kitchen, took off his apron and put it on.

"You help? Go and go and chat with your grandpa and the others. Don't make trouble here. Your grandma and the others will come to help later." Qi Fang waved her hand in disgust, as if she was driving flies.

My real mother... Lou Cheng snatched it and squeezed it to the cutting board and said, "Mom, I have cooked several meals in the United States, and the sword skills of those who practice martial arts will not be bad."

"Really?" Qi Fang put down the kitchen knife and looked at her son with half shock and suspicion, cutting melons and vegetables, chopping bones and meat.

Not bad... She praised her secretly, but the focus of her concern was no longer this. She asked curiously: "You are really cooking in the United States? Are you responsible?"

Lou Cheng thought about it and said, "Only I just cut vegetables and so on, Ke Ke is responsible for making it."

Qi Fang smiled and nodded with satisfaction: "You are still living a decent life, but you have to take the initiative to cook some dishes. Don't let Zheke do it, the smoke is heavy..."

She talked a lot.

"Well, I have to observe it later!" When Lou Cheng replied, his hands were not paused at all.

After a while, most of the dishes were prepared. Seeing that the flowing table could not be placed, he temporarily stopped and watched his mother cook.

"Study hard!" He took a photo and sent it to Ke Xiaoke.

"Missing your food..." Yan Zheke, who had finished washing and lying on the bed, suddenly felt a little hungry.

After watching for more than ten minutes, Lou Cheng volunteered to make the fried beef he was familiar with, and handed his phone to Qi Fang and said:

"Mom, just help me shoot the video later. Just hold it here and don't give it away. Yes, here, it will stop by the time."

"Really, what are you taking pictures..." Qi Fang muttered and pointed her phone at her son.

I really don’t understand the young people today, I can cook a dish and shoot videos!

"Mom, you can press it." Lou Cheng poured the beef into the oil and started stir-frying.

When he got the side dishes, he deliberately showed off, carrying the pot in one hand, imitating the chef, throwing the food. Not only that, he also accurately controlled his strength, sometimes throwing out the word "one", sometimes throwing out the word "chuan", sometimes raining in the sky, whistling down...

After putting the fragrant dishes on the plate, Lou Cheng took the phone back from his dazed mother and sent the video to Yan Zheke.

Not long after, the girl sat in a daze and said:

"I've never seen someone as bored as you..."

What the hell is this fancy stir-frying!

Qi Fang had already woken up and pushed her son out of the kitchen in anger:

"Go and go, play by yourself!"

I don’t know how to appreciate it… Lou Cheng set off and shook his head in a funny way, and walked towards the living room.

At this moment, he suddenly had some family recognition of this place.

When Uncle Lou Cheng and his second aunt and grandmother arrived and entered the kitchen to help, the "warm stove wine" at noon was finally prepared before one o'clock. Because there were many people, they were divided into two tables. On one side was the restaurant for those who loved to drink, on the other side were the coffee table, sofa, stools and chairs, so that those who were concentrating on eating gathered here.

As the head of the household, Lou Zhisheng picked up the wine glass and said a few words first, and then everyone congratulated on his joy of moving in.

After a full meal, some people were full of mahjong, some people were "punching pigs", some people fought with landlords, some people played chess, and some people played games online. I spent a happy afternoon.

After dinner, Grandpa Lou Cheng and his friends drove home one after another after picking up their uncle who had not drunk their drinks. Grandpa and grandparents who came from Ningshui lived in the guest bedroom. Qi Yunfei and Chen Xiaoxiao occupied the second bedroom. The study separated by his aunt Qi Yan and uncle Chen Wenguo, where there was a sofa that could be expanded into a bed.

So, Lou Cheng looked at the familiar sofa in the living room and couldn't speak for a long time.

"On the first day of the new family, he became the 'Director'..." He said to his wife "covered her face and sighed."

Yan Zheke, who was in class, replied three words:

"Laugh."

…………

On October 3rd, Lou Cheng trained as usual and went to Qin Rui and his martial arts hall to wander in his spare time.

In the evening, he took the high-speed train back to Songcheng because the martial arts club will resume special training the next morning.

At 8 o'clock the next day, the special training team that expanded to more than 20 people in the martial arts venue of Songcheng University finally saw the coach Lou who had been away for a long time. Someone took photos and posted them, and his Weibo and Moments were moved to tears.

After finishing the pre-exercise, Lou Cheng put his hands behind his back and asked everyone to come out for exercises one by one. Finally, he said:

"Senior Brother Li Mao, Mouth King, He Zi, Dali, you can participate in the professional grade competition at the end of October. Jinlu and Jinnian, you can follow you, and you may not be able to pass, but your knowledge is also good."

As for the newcomer Deng Yang, he got the vocational 9 certificate before entering university.

However, the eighth-grade alchemy realm cannot be rushed, nor can it be rushed.
Chapter completed!