Longing for a Life: a Four-year-old Zombie

　　"The doors are locked."

　　"No? Peng Peng can't be so perverted, can he?"

　　"Trust me Peng, it must be a barrage advertisement!"

　　……

　　The smile on He Jiong's face disappeared instantly, and he gave Peng Peng a complicated look: "Peng Peng, what are you doing?"

　　He Jiong didn't dare to look at Peng Peng's cell phone, but pulled Qin Qing aside for the first time.

　　"No, no, Mr. He, we are watching classic Hong Kong movies!"

　　"Bah, no, we are watching Xing Ye's movie, you can watch it!"

　　Peng Peng quickly got up and put the phone in front of He Jong.

　　He Jiong gave Peng Peng a look of disgust, and then gave Peng Peng a roll of eyes: "How old are you, and you still watch such a ridiculous movie."

　　"Then what, recharge it later, and lend me the phone to look at at night."

　　"Pfft, I just like Mr. He's serious nonsense."

　　"What kind of movie is that?"

　　"Exclusion method, first of all, this is a movie of Xing Ye."

　　"Secondly, there are fight scenes on chuang."

　　"Fuck, that doesn't mean it's okay, there are a lot of Xingye's movies, right?"

　　"According to Peng Peng's explanation just now, I'm sure this is "The Year of the Rooster"."

　　"Damn it, the upstairs stole my answer."

　　.......

　　"Clear the table and prepare for dinner!"

　　Huang Lei shouted in the kitchen, and the young people immediately started to act.

　　"It's a little greasy for lunch, let's make it a little lighter at night."

　　Huang Lei held a large casserole and said something to the camera.

　　As soon as the picture turned, the table was already full.

　　The final dish is the casserole mushroom soup, a small stir-fried rou, a cucumber, a mushroom and green vegetable, a stir-fried wild boar rou, a home-style tofu, and a three-season dish.

　　"Hey, it's called a fragrance! Mr. Huang, how come there is a smell of seed medicine in this mushroom soup?"

　　As soon as He Jiong opened the casserole, a strong fragrance filled the entire mushroom house.

　　"It's so fragrant!" Qin Qing clapped her little hands enthusiastically.

　　"In this lukewarm season, it is most likely to catch a cold. So when I came, I brought some Astragalus, Huangjing, and Atractylodes. These things can regulate immunity and prevent colds. I will give Xiaoqing more to drink later."

　　While talking, Huang Lei filled Xiaoqing's small bowl full of it.

　　"My God, what the hell kind of show is this! Just finished eating BBQ and I'm hungry again!"

　　"Mr. Huang is a devil, right? Why can you do everything?"

　　"Watch YouHuo of Food below."

　　"Every time I come here, it's the most tortured moment, but I can't bear to watch it!"

　　......

　　"Thorn slip. Hohohohoho!"

　　Peng Peng couldn't help it at first, took a careful sip, and jumped on the spot still hot.

　　"Hehe, these qun children are all versatile. In the afternoon, Mai danced the chai chai ballet, and now Pumba is dancing the hot tango again." Huang Lei couldn't help teasing.

　　"Hahaha, chopping wood ballet, hot tango is okay, Mr. Huang is knowledgeable." He Jiong laughed very cooperatively.

　　"I agree with Mr. He's words. We are not complimenting each other in business. Leizi is the most talented one in my circle of friends."

　　"Let's not talk about Beiying's teachers. People can cook, sing, act on TV, write novels, and be a director, screenwriter, and producer!"

　　"Like me, I know everything, but I'm not good at everything. Ren Leizi is different, I know everything, but I'm good at everything!"

　　"Let's talk about Leizi singing, these children may not know, but Mr. He and I do. What songs did you listen to in the [-]s? [I think I am Hai], [Back view], [Orange is red], these It's definitely a Divine Comedy level, right? It was definitely the existence of bombing the street at that time!"

　　"Let's play TV again. In 90, "Singing While Walking" was shortlisted for the Cannes Film Festival. That is definitely the one in the Chinese performing arts circle!"

　　"Being a teacher, Hai Qing, Hai Bo, Yao Chen, Du Chun... all the top acting schools, do you admit this?"

　　Shan Zheng sighed with emotion and started talking, but was interrupted by Huang Lei's slap.

Chapter 53 Little crying bag, He Jiong!

"Tao De, Zheng Zi, are you eating and eating? Are you complimenting me? Or are you scolding me? Do you want to use me as a foil for yourself?"

　　Huang Lei's words made Shan Zheng choke roll his eyes.

　　"Okay, can I do the best I can? Eat and eat."

　　Shan Zheng said unceremoniously.

　　The two people have decades of old friendship, and no one will take this trivial matter to heart, so the two often make this kind of joke.

　　"Uncle Huang, Uncle Shan Zheng, don't you quarrel, okay?"

　　Qin Qing held the spoon in one hand and the bowl in the other, with a small face aggrieved.

　　"No, no, Xiaoqing is good, Uncle Huang is arguing with your uncle Shan."

　　Qin Qing's words turned the two middle-aged greasy men into old fathers in an instant, all of them smiling with kind eyes.

　　"Hahaha, Xiaoqing is our sweet little padded jacket." He Jiong proudly touched Qin Qing's little head.

　　"Can Dad Huang still sing?"

　　When this wave passed, Zhang Zifeng asked in disbelief.

　　"Damn girl, I know more about your dad!" Huang Lei cursed angrily.

　　"Have you never heard of "I Think I'm the Sea"?" He Jiong stared at Zhang Zifeng in disbelief.

　　"Hee hee hee, no." Zhang Zifeng smiled shyly.

　　"That's normal, the Divine Comedy in the [-]s, all the streets and alleys are this song. Let me tell you, your grandson's mother is pretty enough, right? It's because of this song that your father Huang is fascinated by it. Your father Huang won't marry!"

　　He Jong smiled half-truth.

　　"No wonder people say that Huang's father and grandmother are talented and beautiful." Zhang Zifeng glanced at Huang Lei.

　　"Hey, silly girl, what do you mean by that?" How could the IQ of Shenshuazi not be able to hear Zhang Zifeng's voice.

　　"Haha, Zifeng people are telling the truth, right? Look at you now, like a greasy uncle. I told you Leizi, I can't believe this is the person I know when I see you now. "Shan Zheng seized the opportunity to start ranting frantically.

　　He Jiong couldn't help but glared at Shan Zheng: "You are too embarrassed to tell me, look at yourself, greasy uncle!"

　　"Dad Huang, can you sing [I Think I'm Hai]? I'm very curious and want to hear it." Zhang Zifeng looked at Huang Lei seriously.

　　"Do you think the rice is not delicious, or the soup is not good?" Huang Lei gave Zhang Zifeng a roll of eyes.

　　"Mr. Huang, just sing." Mai was also curious.

　　"Uncle Huang, singing duck, Xiaoqing likes listening to songs the most."

　　Qin Qing's words made Huang Lei swallow the words in his throat and shook his head helplessly.

　　"Okay, okay, we can't run alone, we'll perform one by one later!"

　　"Hahaha, it's still Xiaoqing's words! Don't say it, I really want to hear Teacher Huang sing again." He Jiong couldn't help laughing.

　　"Okay, okay, I'm going to sing a cappella today. I haven't sang it for too long. If it's out of tune, you won't hear it."

　　After Huang Lei finished speaking, he began to sing the old song.

　　"My heart is like soft sand

　　stay cluttered

　　There are some joys and sorrows in the past

　　always going back and forth

　　people grow up

　　It seems more difficult to understand each other

　　people are too sensitive

　　Live rich but troubled

　　who is lonely but not expecting

　　……

　　I think i am the sea

　　tranquil deep sea

　　not everyone understands

　　xiong's bosom was knocked open

　　a small rock

　　can make me surging

　　I am the sea

　　I am the sea

　　I think I am the sea. "

　　The voice was a little hoarse, but it felt a little more vicissitudes.

　　Everyone listened to the song seriously, and those who could sing couldn't help but softly agree.

　　After a song was sung, He Jiong had already burst into tears.