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Ai Yige woke up!

Well, no one cheered, and she didn't wake up from a vegetative state, she was just a hangover.

But Ai Yige himself was a little excited, all because he was still fighting with others in his dream. He clearly felt that he was drunk and unconscious, but on the table that looked like a belt-turn assembly line, big bowls of wine were still coming one after another, which really made him feel very troubled. Sitting opposite Ai Yige, he was suddenly his father who had already been laid off and relied on a break in his work. But for some reason, Ai Yige's expression in the dream seemed very majestic. When Ai Yige faced him, he felt a little silent.

The headache is real, and no one can explain this thing about hangover clearly. In short, yesterday's drunk usually affects the next day's lifestyle, making people feel like walking on the moon.

Even in a headache, Ai Yige could still notice something was wrong in the room. He grabbed his messy and fluffy hair, widened his eyes, looking at the gray house, almost every piece of furniture seemed to have a thick layer of dust, as if no one had cleaned it in three or five years.

In order to prove that his eyes were still as 2:00 as a pilot, Ai Yige reached out to apply a hand on the bedside table, and the dust squeezed each other in his palm. He also found that the quilt covers and sheets on the bed seemed a little thrilling, and he looked embarrassed that no one cared about.

"I'm not lazy like this, right? Besides, my simple and hardworking mother, she absolutely can't stand the dirtyness of my house!" Ai Yige said to himself in frustration, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Mom! Dad!"

An empty echo came from the empty old-fashioned house, accompanied by dust falling from the beams, but no one answered.

He jumped out of bed helplessly, Ai Yige walked out of his room, walked through the small patio, and walked to the door of his parents' room opposite. The locked door indicates that Ai's father and Ai's mother were not at home at all, and they didn't know where to take a walk on Sunday.

"It's so inhumane that I actually left my biological son at home and didn't even leave my food." Ai Yige muttered and walked into the kitchen, where a small shower room was separated. The shower and brushing teeth were completed in the simple shower room.

Ai Yige's family lives in an old alley house, which can be called a courtyard. In fact, compared with the courtyard in Beijing, this courtyard is much smaller. Originally, there were four families living in this courtyard, which was less than 150 square meters in total, but because the other three families bought houses and moved out, and even if this old house is rented out for a month, it would take advantage of the fact that it would not cost 100 yuan or 200 yuan, and then it simply lends all the favors to the Ai family, who has the worst conditions.

The rumors of demolition have been circulating for five years, but there has been no movement here. The four families, including Ai Yige, actually did not point out how much money can the old house be paid. However, since the other three families have lent the house for free to the Ai family, Ai Yige has saved the rush to buy a house.

Ai Yige's family is one of the most ordinary families in the city. His father joined the army in his early years, but he caught up with the first large-scale disarmament in China. Even though he had a great hope of staying in the army, he could only return to the city in shame to accept the work assignments from the street office. At that time, Ai Yige was just aged when he had just learned how to make soy sauce, but he didn't know how to play. When he saw his father, who had never seen him once or twice a year, he foolishly called him uncle.

After more than ten years of class, when he was forty, Ai's father caught up with the laid-off trend and bravely became an insignificant member of the torrent of laid-off workers. He had no ability, but he could only rely on all his strength to work some casual workers and at least pulled Ai Yige to adulthood and returned to college. Fortunately, Ai Yige was successful and entered the ranks of the city's golden collars since his third year of work. He could earn about 100,000 yuan a year, which at least made the old man and the old lady feel very comforted.

"Forget it, let's go to Lao Sun's shop at the intersection of the street to eat a bowl of skin and belly noodles." While talking to himself, Ai Yige quickly walked to Lao Sun's shop. The business was really bad. There were fewer and fewer people living here. Even Lao Sun's shop, which tasted so good, had a lot of business. At noon Sunday, there was no one at all. Lao Sun's shop was sickly tilted by a table inside and was drowsy. If Lao Sun's children had not given him enough money to support the three Lao Sun's shop, and the house of this noodle shop belonged to Lao Sun's own, I'm afraid this noodle shop with good taste would have been closed long ago.

"Big wrist skin belly noodles, more noodles, more ingredients and more soup!" Ai Yige found a seat to sit down, pulled out a pair of chopsticks and swayed back and forth in his hand.

Old Sun was excited and stood up with a smile: "You kid always do this, so just say two bowls?" Obviously, Old Sun loved Ai Yige very much. One was disrespectful to the old man, and the other was neither big nor small, and he was used to it.

"Do you give me two bowls of money? "Ai Yige said disdainfully. "Business is not going well!"

"Oh, there are fewer and fewer people living here, and there are no passers-by, so there is no business. If I weren't afraid that a boy like you wouldn't be able to eat my Lao Sun's noodles, I would have closed the door and enjoyed my children with my children!" Lao Sun muttered and began to knead the ingredients: "Even you don't come often. How long has it been since you saw you? Remember to come back and wander around more when you have nothing to do, even if you look at me, the old man. Remember?"

Ai Yige agreed casually, but he was wondering in his heart that Lao Sun was really old and became more and more confused. He would not have been able to eat noodles here for three or five times? The last time was the night before yesterday. Sometimes Ai’s father and Ai’s mother would complain that even though the family had cooked, Ai Yige insisted on coming to the noodle shop to eat noodles. Why did he call Wu Changlai? Could it be that if he had to solve the problem with three meals a day, he would be called Changlai? In that case, the couple of Ai’s family would have to fight with Lao Sun and blame him for abducting his son away.

I originally wanted to continue to make fun of Lao Sun, but just as I was about to speak, the phone rang. I took it out and saw that it was called by Dad Ai.

"I said, Dad, you and my mom are doing it this afternoon..." Originally, he wanted to say that the old couple would not take care of their husbands and children on Sundays to get a delicious meal for their son, and ran out for a walk, but as soon as he was halfway through, Ai Yige's words were interrupted by the simple and rough scolding from the other end of the phone.

"Little bastard, where are you dead again? Didn't you tell you that there is something wrong at home today? I'll give you half an hour, and get me back quickly!"

Ai Yige was stunned and thought to himself, when did my father become so turtle-like? How long has it been since my father, who has enjoyed his son's blessing in the past two years, spoke so rudely to me?

"I just came out of my house and didn't see you. What's wrong? I didn't remember you told me what's wrong today? I went back after eating the noodles and starved to death!"

"You little bastard, have you gone back to the old house? Come back with me quickly! If you can't see your people within half an hour, just focus on your flesh and blood! You really want to make me angry to death, right?" Dad Ai was obviously very angry.
Chapter completed!