His expression changed several times, but he still squatted down and picked it up himself.
After picking through the pile for a while, he grabbed a few banknotes, and his eyelids twitched involuntarily a few times.
Does the "garbage" Yan Heqing mentioned also include this money?
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After entering the house, Yan Heqing changed his shoes, took the flowers, and went into the kitchen. He blocked the drain, filled a basin halfway with water, took the newspaper that had been wrapped around the flowers, and carefully put them into the water to soak.
Then he cooked his dinner.
As the water boiled, Yan Heqing put in ten dumplings, carefully reviewing Lu Muchi's performance in his mind.
Aside from his emotions towards him, Lu Muchi in a very relaxed state. Coupled with Xu Qiaoyin's inexplicable leave of absence, Yan Heqing lowered his head and stared at the plump white dumplings that were gradually floating up. He was 90% sure that Lu Muchi had hidden Xu Qiaoyin away.
A moment later, Yan Heqing scooped up the dumplings, made a garlic and vinegar dish, and took the dumplings to the living room for dinner.
His fingers were stiff with cold. He glanced at the Yan Heqing, thought for a moment, then turned on the small heater and placed it by his feet to warm up before quickly finishing his dinner.
After finishing the meal and cleaning the kitchen, Yan Heqing went into the bathroom to check the clothes that were drying. They were still quite damp to the touch, and without the radiator, they couldn't wear them tomorrow.
He took off his clothes and went back to the living room, turned on the radiator, and hung the clothes on the clothes rack to dry.
It was almost nine o'clock when he sat down to read. He finished reading around midnight, but his neck was so sore that he didn't take a shower. He simply washed up and went to bed.
With the lights off, it's so quiet you can hear the snow falling.
It's going to snow heavily during the Spring Festival.
The next day at six o'clock, Yan Heqing got out of bed and went to the kitchen to check on the flowers. The gladiolus and chrysanthemums had been soaked in water overnight and were blooming even better. Several flower buds had also opened their petals.
Relieved, Yan Heqing found some more paper and wrapped two bunches of flowers herself.
It's very simple, and just as the florist said, the gladioli of all colors weren't matched, so the bouquets didn't look very good.
But that's not important.
After wrapping the flowers, he quickly cooked a bowl of noodles, ate them, and then weighed himself.
Still 119.
My weight seems to have hit this point, and it's hard for me to gain any more.
Yan Heqing frowned slightly before going to take a shower.
After washing his hair, he used the noisy hairdryer the landlord had given him for the first time. He didn't know how to style his hair, so he just softened it and trimmed his bangs himself with small scissors.
The radiators were on all night, making the room as warm as summer. The clothes and pants that had been drying were also warm. Yan Heqing changed into a new sweater and pants, and then put on his new coat.
After carefully tying his scarf, Yan Heqing looked out the window. It wasn't snowing anymore, so he didn't bring an umbrella and went out carrying two bouquets of flowers.
The entire stairwell was spotless.
Stepping out of the apartment building, the ground outside was covered with pristine white snow, spotless and untouched by human footsteps. Only after Yan Heqing passed by did he leave a trail of footprints in one direction.
This time, he didn't go to the subway station. Instead, he crossed the zebra crossing and waited for the bus at the bus stop in front of Beijing University.
Beijing University Bus Station is a major station, covering almost all bus lines. Early in the morning, it was already packed with people rushing to buy New Year's goods.
One bus after another arrived, and half an hour later, unlike the other buses that were already packed with people, a spacious bus finally arrived.
Only the driver.
The bus's final stop was a suburban cemetery. The driver made a token stop and opened the doors, but no one moved except Yan Heqing, who boarded the bus.
After paying, Yan Heqing walked to the last seat by the window and sat down.
The car door closed, and Yan Heqing set off again.
It would take three hours to reach the final stop. Yan Heqing put on his earphones, but there was no sound. He hugged the bouquet and quietly watched the street scene receding outside the window.
*
At the same time, Lin Fengzhi came downstairs with messy hair.
He was wearing his pajamas. He went into the kitchen, got a glass of ice, then poured himself a large glass of soda and gulped it down.
When Mother Lin came in and saw this, she scolded, "Drink less soda, it's bad for your health."
Lin Fengzhi's eyes were still open. Yesterday, he was thrown out by Lu Group's security guards and failed to deliver Lu Lin's New Year's gift. He was furious all night and didn't fall asleep until almost dawn.
He muttered, "I just want a soda."
He put down the glass, now only containing ice, and headed back to his room to sleep. His Mother Lin asked him from behind, "What do you want for New Year's Eve dinner? No more king crab! You eat it every day; your body can't take it."
Just then, Lin Fengyi arrived, also in his pajamas, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe with a smile. "Bring me some poached chicken, it's been a long time since I've had any."
Lin Fengzhi yawned, "I hate chicken the most!"
"Use sunflower chicken." Lin Fengyi stepped forward and ruffled his hair, his eyes full of smiles. "Last time we went out to eat, didn't you say the sunflower chicken was delicious? I had someone get me a few yesterday."
Lin Fengzhi opened his eyes, his pupils still drowsy. "Really? I don't remember."
Another set of footsteps approached; it was Lin Fengxian, the eldest son of the Lin Family. He had been away on business for some time and only returned home late last night.
Lin Fengxian was dressed in casual clothes and wore silver-rimmed glasses. He had a gentle demeanor and was two years older than Lin Fengyi. Outsiders who didn't see him often would mistake him for the second son.
"Big brother!" Lin Fengzhi immediately snapped out of his daze and gave Lin Fengxian a light hug. "You're finally back! I missed you so much!"
Lin Fengxian patted him on the back, then smiled and let go of him. "Did you miss me or your gift?"
Lin Fengyi leaned closer, "It must be a gift."
Lin Fengzhi grinned, "I want them all! Where are they? I'll go get them now!"
"It's still in your suitcase, I'll give it to you tonight."
Seeing her three sons getting along so well, Mother Lin couldn't hide her smile.
At this moment, Lin Fengxian suddenly changed the subject, " Fengzhi, you've found your brother, why don't you invite him over for a family reunion dinner today?"
Mother Lin had already meant this. "Yes, yes, I was just about to say that, but I almost forgot. Oh, Zhizhi, call Heqing and ask him to come over for dinner."
Lin Fengzhi suddenly fell silent.
When Yan Heqing visited the Lin Family last time, everyone liked him very much...
And he's still angry.
Yan Heqing didn't even bother to ask him about a shampoo brand; he searched for a long time but still couldn't find one.