when the moon whispers

Chapter 148 Thief-New Year

The fourth thief
Chinese New Year
Shao Jie's career as a nanny, who took the initiative to provide door-to-door service, was officially announced to have come to an end early in the morning of New Year's Eve when Officer Jiang finally had to go around a few thieves without any injuries or false pretenses.

He curled up under the quilt in the base dormitory, holding his mobile phone and first sent a message to Zhou Nanyi, who was trying to hug Shao Jie, who had been holding a long-term meal ticket, to trick him, and then hesitantly deleted and deleted the words and asked about his whereabouts during the Spring Festival. Officer Jiang said a few naughty words, and half-truthfully mentioned the ultimatum issued by Director Shao two days ago that ordered him to appear at the New Year's Eve dinner table at home. He warned with regret that yesterday he had vowed to prepare the materials and plan to personally Jiang Mo, who makes dumplings, keeps the handmade quick-frozen dumplings he bought in advance on the second level of the refrigerator. If the dumpling making scene is too sad, he can take them out just in case.

Jiang Mo was probably a little concerned about the long-standing problem of the estrangement between Shao Jie and his parents. The typing reminder at the top of the dialog box kept flashing over and over again, but in the end he was probably still concerned about it. Without scruples, he hesitated for a long time and finally said something vaguely: "Have a happy New Year, and don't take the good or the bad to heart."

Putting aside those business-like politeness, Officer Jiang really has no predestined relationship with the gentle image of a close confidant. Even the punctuation marks in his dry speech are extremely standard and stiff.Shao Jie wanted to laugh a little. He covered his head with the quilt and rolled over before getting up with his butt sticking out. He scraped the ends of his hair against the pillow a few times. He picked up the phone and responded with an obedient salute expression. Bag, pulled on a coat and slippers, casually walked downstairs.

The delayed delivery has not yet arrived.

On the second day after the Spring Festival holiday, the staff in the club had already disbanded. See you next year. The base hall was now empty. There was a pile of unclaimed express delivery beside the front desk. The hall door was always bright all night. Not even a light was turned on for a while.

Daju Xiaobai, who specializes in eating and drinking, lazily grabbed the plastic lawn at the base of the Christmas tree that had not yet been taken down in the lobby on the first floor of the base. They hugged each other and enjoyed the warm breeze. They glanced warily towards the sofa. They were old acquaintances. As if facing Shao Jie, who was leaning on the sofa in the hall and looking out in awe, he stepped on his two paws and snored in relaxation. They leaned against each other again and arched their heads, falling asleep and lying down.

Ah Huang, who had been robbing people on the road all the time and had successfully snatched the lion's head from Officer Guojiang's lunch box, was not there. The street runner most likely smelled the scent of a pig's head from someone's house ten miles away, and ran to get rich in a cunning and reckless way.

Shao Jie leaned on his long legs and swung his slippers in the silence of the place. He tilted his head and looked at the door god Spring Festival couplets that had been decorated in advance and hung high outside the base, and blinked calmly.

In fact, Shao Jie never received any contact from Shao Weian about whether to go home for the New Year since Shao Weian urged him to say goodbye in the hospital. The so-called "ultimatum" was just a casual coax to deal with Jiang Mo's concern.He didn't really want to be disgraced in the silence on such a day of family reunion, but he was always a little entangled. After all, he returned to Sheng'an after three years and stayed in the dormitory silently until Accepting leave is more or less a clamor and cover-up that is almost provocative of authority - dealing with Director Shao's harsh teachings of renewing old scores is obviously more troublesome than holding on to a stalemate for a day and a half.

Shao Jie sniffed and looked at the security man from a distance at the security booth at the door, who was holding up a phone to report that he was safe. He nodded slightly in greeting, then awkwardly looked away. He lowered his head and was thinking about tracking the takeaway shop. Brother, how far is it from the base? Han Lu, who had just been crying and complaining all day long, made a video call and came over. With a plumeria on his head and a colorful dress, he showed it to Shao Jie: "Come on, let's smash it." , Keep an eye on it, dad——"

Shao Jie took a quick look and knew that his mouth couldn't hold anything good, so he spoke directly to the point: "Yang Guangtang didn't coax him well, did he?"

"Huh..." Han Lu was startled, and the signal was laggy for a moment. He bit a handkerchief despite the thunder and rain and said, "Yang Guangtang is still angry. Please let me behave well during the Spring Festival."

Shao Jie snorted and glanced at the picture of coconut trees with blue sky and blue sea on the phone screen: "I told you to behave well, where are you going to be cool?" "This is not my parents' sudden idea to go to East Timor for their honeymoon during the New Year. Well, I was too lonely at home, so I followed here, and they are responsible for reimbursing the air tickets and hotels anyway."

Han Lu took the time to wave and say hello to the blonde beauty he met on the roadside very coquettishly. He smiled shamelessly, turned to meet Shao Jie's disdainful gaze, coughed twice, and said seriously: "Well... I'm calling to remind you that if you didn't come back to celebrate the New Year a few years ago, wouldn't it be me who went to your house to help you deliver that... New Year's red envelope to your uncles and aunts? This year, I'm too far away to reach it, and you still have In Sheng'an... I'm just wondering, on this day... how about you, old man, go back and take a look in person?"

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In the evening of New Year's Eve, the streets were already deserted. Shao Jie was waiting at the door of the bus with his pockets in his pockets. Through the rearview mirror, he spoke to the bus master who was excitedly calling to inform his wife and daughter that he would immediately pick up the bus after work and go home for the New Year. He nodded slowly. Tundi walked towards the platform and sidewalk near their community.

The street lamps and festive lanterns were turned on early, and the colorful lights shone in the haze that smelled of saltpeter fireworks, making the busy roadsides feel particularly deserted and lonely.

Shao Jie stepped on the curb and walked home calmly. When he came to the entrance of the community, he took two steps in a calm manner. From a distance, he saw Shao Weian hurriedly smoothing his coat and walked around the entrance of the community. The trembling iron gate went straight into the biting cold north wind.

Somewhere in the corner of the community, a child threw out a small string of firecrackers. The crackling sound startled the father and son, who looked at each other from afar and then stood on the ground looking at each other.

Shao Jie blinked his eyes, and immediately took out his fist hanging from his pocket, rubbed his thumb vigorously on his fingertips a few times, looked at the multi-layered insulated bucket in Shao Weian's hand, and spoke first to greet him: "On duty today? "

"...Ah - yes." Shao Weian's eyes flickered, and a hint of surprise seemed to flash through him.He pursed his lips and cleared his throat slightly, then raised the thermos bucket in his hand and gestured: "I just finished eating with your mother. I'm going to cook some dumplings to take away for dinner. Have you eaten?"

Shao Jie didn't say a word, watching the current situation and scratching his ears to lie, but Shao Weian tapped the dial. Before he could continue to delay vaguely, he tilted his body and glanced at the taxi parked on the road next to the bus stop. He reached out and steadily He grabbed Shao Jie's shoulder: "No more words, I just happened to take a taxi and leave first. Your mother was tired and sick from busy work a while ago. She has a cold. You can watch and eat the food at home. Don't disturb her rest. I heard No?"

　It is expected that depending on the recurring fever and the accumulated work schedule at home, we will slowly resume punch-in coding...for the time being, every other day...

　　Friendly reminder: If the high fever ranges between 39-40 for more than three days, try to go to the hospital... Whether it is pneumonia or severe upper respiratory tract infection, you still need to cooperate with the doctor's advice for treatment T^T
　　
　
(End of this chapter)