when the moon whispers

Chapter 150 Thief-Take in

The fourth thief
Qiyong
The conflict between Shao Jie and his parents had actually been going on for a long time. The long and awkward dealings and stalemates were like a lump in his throat. Shao Jie, who was trying to find a few words to add, had too many thoughts to speak. In the end, he only curled up on the passenger seat and secretly glanced at Jiang Mo's face. After muttering a few times, a small apology was hidden in the roar of the car engine, and he muttered vaguely: "I'm sorry, Officer Jiang, for causing you trouble again."

Jiang Mo didn't say anything for now. He glanced at Shao Jie in the rearview mirror who was freezing and sniffling. He took advantage of the red light and glanced at his face that was full of confession and struggle, and laughed in a low voice. Shaked his head.

"Is it cold? If it's cold, turn up the heater."

Jiang Mo didn't ask any unnecessary questions except for a few words of concern.

It’s not that Officer Jiang is too lazy to be a confidant who solves problems during her vacation, it’s just that the problems related to family problems have accumulated over the years and become complicated. Shao Jie, who was looking for words, hesitated to hide it first. Jiang Mo, with his little consideration, decided to maintain the dignity of this little kid licking his wounds alone and avoiding talking about it.

Shao Jie rubbed the side of his face that had been numbed by the cold wind twice, and finally relaxed his hunched shoulders in the warmth.He tilted his head and looked at Jiang Mo, staring blankly at her face reflected in the bright but soft halo of light strips on the roadside, and blinked quietly.

He never spoke, and just followed Jiang Mo quietly and confusedly along the way. He waited until Officer Jiang opened the door and stepped aside to give in. Shao Jie reluctantly pulled away under the impact of Zhou Nan's little friend flying and climbing. Thinking back to his thoughts about running away from home, he stared blankly at the "Wealth from All Directions" posted on the wall of the entrance hall, tilted his head for a while and looked at the "embers of war" filled with failed attempts to make dumplings all over the room, and then said expressionlessly He lowered his head and picked out his pair of house slippers from the corner of the damaged entrance door that were most likely Jiang Mo's too lazy to clean up, and smiled speechlessly.

"Are you making dumplings or fighting? Is this... still edible?"

Shao Jie picked up Zhou Nanyi, who was running around with bare feet, and placed him on the sofa. He then ordered Jiang Mo, who was trying to walk around the room in socks, to put on his slippers. He turned around and glanced at the coffee table. The few alien dumplings that survived but were so grotesque that they were terrible to look at, used their chopsticks to roughly look through the fillings to see if there were any scary substances mixed into them. They took off their coats, took off their watches, went around to the kitchen, washed their hands, and started chatting with each other knowingly. : "Officer Jiang, how does your family usually celebrate the New Year?"

"How else can I celebrate the New Year... have a normal New Year's Eve dinner, make dumplings and watch the Spring Festival Gala, play mahjong if there are enough people, and don't pay for money - are there any other specialties? All I know is that you taught Zhou Nan a few days ago Yes, it’s purely lively. To tell you the truth, this is the first time since I started working that I don’t have to patrol on New Year’s Eve. I must take this opportunity to experience it, otherwise, on New Year’s Eve next year, the internal staff will Shift scheduling will never let me go..."

Jiang Mo lived his life in a daze. He took out two pieces of home clothes that were too big for Shao Jie to squeeze in and threw them over. He turned around and stared at the place with a sad face, with a firm will not to waste food. Langsha was in trouble: "...How about we just leave it alone and let's eat first?"

"..." Shao Jie glanced at the clock in disbelief: "You haven't eaten yet? New Year's Eve dinner?"

"I haven't eaten lunch, dinner, or New Year's Eve dinner..." Zhou Nanyi, who was playing with the remote control, took the opportunity to complain bitterly, holding his screaming stomach, and the sky hung pitifully in front of Shao Jie.

"Brother Jie, please come on... I'm going crazy with hunger, please help me."

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The kid from Zhou Nan, who was fussing all over the place until midnight was approaching, vowing to keep up the year, ring the bell, step on the little man and eat dumplings, jumped up and down halfway, and suddenly quietly leaned on the corner of the sofa. He snorted and fell asleep, clinging to Jiang Mo's neck who was checking his breathing, and was sent back to the room to sleep obediently.Shao Jie sorted and packed the frozen dumplings, took the time to cook a few and kept them as snacks. Then he walked to the coffee table and sat down. From under the coffee table, he took out the New Year fruits issued by the Jiang police team and slowly Picking up the orange, he smiled and rolled his eyes along with the Spring Festival Gala program.

At this moment, he struggled to get out of the chaos of the whole day. His whole body was soaked in the soft fragrance of Jiang Mo's clothes that clung to his skin, and he fell asleep with his chin in hand.

Although Officer Jiang's life was quite simple, the New Year's rituals were extravagant.From the gods of wealth and doorkeepers raising their heads to express happiness, to the lanterns and Spring Festival couplets hand-written with the word "blessing", even the Wangwang gift bags necessary for primary school students can fill up the coffee table storage. Now, Zhou Nanyi, who was coaxed to sleep and struggled for a moment at the end, swaggered again He shook the red envelope in his hand and threw it casually in front of Shao Jie: "Here - I put Zhou Nanyi's red envelope next to his pillow. He will probably get up earlier than me tomorrow morning. If he flutters around, you can hug him on the sofa. Just go back to sleep. This is your—"

Jiang Mo grabbed a handful of melon seeds and sat down cross-legged between the sofa and the coffee table. Halfway through, he took back the red envelope from Shao Jie's hand, raised his eyebrows and said with a wink, "Come, wish me a happy New Year."

"New Year's greetings are nothing..." Shao Jie sat on the ground obediently and bowed to Jiang Mo, pushing back the red envelope that was handed to him again: "Forget the red envelope, I'm an adult."

"What does this have to do with being an adult?" Jiang Mo chewed two melon seeds and glanced at the paper-skinned walnuts in the fruit plate. "It is our family's tradition to give red envelopes before we get married. Now I am the oldest in the family. You You have nothing to say about this little brat, just keep it."

Shao Jie was startled and gave half of an orange to Jiang Mo: "What about after getting married? Do you still have any new year's money?"

Jiang Mo looked up attentively at the flowers on the TV before the countdown to midnight, and glanced at Shao Jie distractedly: "Ask your wife for it when you get married."

Shao Jie succeeded in his provocation and smiled as he wished: "So I'm not asking you this~"

"..." Jiang Mo was stunned for two seconds, stared at Shao Jie's raised lips, raised his eyebrows, and crushed the paper-skinned walnuts on the coffee table: "Want to experience it? Tomorrow morning's social news headlines will be on the front page."

Shao Jie suddenly trembled: "...?"

"You are allergic to alcohol, but you are not allergic to walnuts, right?" Jiang Mo blew on the walnut shell stuck to his palm, picked up the walnut kernels and stuffed them into Shao Jie's palm: "Shocked! A famous e-sports player was brutally beaten on New Year's Eve. Living on the streets..."

　It is expected that depending on the recovery of the cough and the accumulation of work arrangements at home, we will gradually resume punch-in coding...temporarily every other day...

　　Friendly reminder: If the high fever ranges between 39-40 for more than three days, try to go to the hospital; if the cough is too severe and affects breathing, go to the hospital; if there are elderly people at home, they must pay attention to blood oxygen saturation monitoring...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)