Rebirth of the Little Wolf Cub

The dining table that the family usually uses can't fit so many people. Mu Long borrowed a large round table from a neighbor and barely sat on twelve people, while Lang Lang sat on Mu Jiu's lap.

As soon as the dish was on the table, everyone smoked the corners of their mouths. At first glance, they knew that this dish was made by Mu Long. The celery was fried and the celery and squid were cut into the same length. Everyone was speechless. Cut? Hakka Yong Tofu, 16 pieces of tofu are arranged in a neat square. Vinegar shredded potatoes, the shredded potatoes are neatly arranged in a square. Brother, how did you fry potato shreds like this? ...

Everyone looked at each other and didn't know how to put the chopsticks on for a while.

Mu Long sat down and greeted everyone, "Come and taste the dishes I made!...Eh? Why aren't you moving?"

Pan Yunyun calmly picked up the chopsticks to pick up a piece of Yung Tofu, and then several people started to pick up the tofu at the same time.

Mu Long was nervous compared to Mu Shuai, and couldn't feel the strange atmosphere at all, "Oh! I forgot to get the wine, the plum wine I brewed just happened to be drunk, I'll get it, you eat first."

As soon as Mu Long left, everyone looked at Pan Yunyun with weird eyes.

Pan Yunyun couldn’t help holding his forehead, “Don’t look at me. I usually don’t let Lao Mu cook. It’s rare to make him happy today. Lao Mu’s food is better than what I’ve cooked, so I hurry up while he’s not here. chopsticks."

Everyone hurriedly mentioned the chopsticks, and then they all gave their thumbs up, Mu Long|Dad|Uncle did indeed make delicious dishes! When Mu Long came back, one-third of the dishes on the table were gone.

Several adults drank and ate and chatted. Few people in the younger generation are not introverted. Although they have never made a living, it is also a fate to meet at Mu's family today. It is a fate to meet at the home of the country. , I can talk about anything. Especially Zhu Ziyang, chatting with a few great masters without losing the wind at all, he also drank a glass of plum wine during the period.

Pan Yunyun also greeted the two girls, Yao Xin and Liu Yan, listening to Liu Yan and the others talking about interesting things about the school, and occasionally complained about teachers in various subjects. The atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Mu Jiu was holding Lang Lang inconvenient to pick up vegetables, so he could only hold the few dishes placed in front of him. Fortunately, neither of them were picky eaters. They would eat whatever the dishes in front of them were. Lang Lang eats very well, and Mu Jiu's movements are equally gentle, and his actions for eating fresh and small are surprisingly similar.

Yao Xin observed the Lang Lang in Mu Jiu's arms without a trace. From the moment he entered the house, Mu Jiu's eyes never left the child in his arms. From feeding snacks to feeding water and picking vegetables, he took care of the child in every possible way.

After all, Yao Xin still has a good impression of Mu Jiu. Mu Jiu looks good, studies very hard, is humble and polite in dealing with people, and does not spend any money on any girl, which satisfies Yao Xin’s love for the lover of his dreams. All fantasies. But Yao Xin also knew very well that Mu Jiu didn't like her. This was the first time Yao Xin felt so frustrated.

It's just that Yao Xin is not a person to give up lightly. She has the confidence that she is worthy of Mu Jiu.

However, ten years later, I saw Mu Jiu and Yan Xu, who had grown up to be comparable to Mu Jiu. When the two of them were holding hands in the crowd, Yao Xin suddenly realized that the two had not been between the two from the beginning. Allow anyone to step in.

After the winter solstice, there have been a few rains one after another, and the weather is getting colder and colder, and the pattering rain has a biting chill, almost can seep into the bones, even if it is useless to wear more clothes.

In winter, Mu Jiu, who had always been cold-headed, became lazy, like a hibernating animal. When he arrived at school, he shrank in his seat and did not move. When he got home, he picked up Lang Lang’s big heater and lay on the sofa. at every turn.

After the two took a bath, Mu Jiu couldn't wait to shrink into the bed. Lang Lang saw Mu Jiu's wet hair, frowned like a little adult, and took a torch to blow Mu Jiu's hair.

Mu Jiu was so tired that he could hardly open his eyes. He half-squinted his eyes and raised his head, letting Lang Lang blow his hair without embarrassment. After the hair was blown dry, he reached out and hugged Lang Lang's small soft body, stuffed it into the bed, and said shamelessly: "Brother is already warmed up in the bed." Then he asked Lang Lang, "What do you want to hear today?"

Mu Jiu recently likes to read aloud the "bedtime story". Of course, this story is not a story about him, but a philosophy book that Mu Jiu asked Chen Zhichu to buy.

Lang Lang shook his head and asked Mu Jiu to go to bed earlier. It was the same with his own reading.

Mu Jiu rubbed his chin against his long hair, and reached out from the bedside table to find Nietzsche's "Science of Happiness", which had recently been half-minded.

Mu Jiu's voice is low and gentle, with a sleepy laziness, "...people with high levels will know how to imitate the timely pleasure of flying fish, and play on the waves; they think that everything is best on the surface of things—— Their cortex..."

Even if it is a philosophy that you don't understand, every word comes out from Mu Jiu's thin lips, like a beautiful note. Lang Lang closed his eyes and leaned on Mu Jiu's shoulders, listening to the boring and incomprehensible sentences. Even if he did not understand, he still remembered every word and sentence that Mu Jiu had read in his heart. Until many years later, he was still still Can clearly recall this warm and beautiful old time.

"Lang Lang?" Mu Jiu yelled softly.

Lang Lang moved in shock, but his eyes still didn't open.

Appearing to be asleep, Mu Jiu carefully put Lang Lang's head on the pillow, tucked the quilt, and kissed Lang Lang's eyebrows without saying: Good night! baby!

When the lights were turned off, the room went dark suddenly. Mu Jiu turned sideways and slept facing Langlang, dreamless all night.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, after New Year's Day, the final exam is not far away.

Mu Jiu, who squeezed into the top ten of the class in the mid-term exam, felt very stressed. He didn't even pay attention to the stocks. He spent half a month immersed in reviewing. After finishing the exam, he was arrested by Chen Zhichu the next day. .

Mu Jiu was wrapped in a black coat with a mid-length stand-up collar. The weather was too cold and Mu Jiu did not let Lang Lang follow. Mu Jiu gasped and shivered because of the cold, "Can't I say something on the phone?"

Chen Zhichu wore only a cashmere sweater on his upper body and slim jeans underneath. Compared with Mu Jiu who was wrapped in a ball, Chen Zhichu looked more personable. Chen Zhichu curled up his mouth with a smile, and asked, "Are you sure we want to discuss on the phone how much money you have made in the past few months?"

"...Well, you won, if you have something to say soon." In so many days since rebirth, Mu Jiu is not the first time to realize the benefits of mobile phones, thinking in his heart, after throwing stocks, he must first buy mobile phones and computers. ! Buy, buy, buy!

In one month's time, the stocks on hand can almost be sold out. In November, Mu Jiu had already dumped a coal stock, and once again invested the 100,000 earned in Longshan Iron and Steel stocks. These two coals have a long period of rising. If there is enough money, Mu Jiu will definitely be reluctant to throw a coal stock. In contrast, steel stocks have risen a lot. In terms of short-term profit or steel stocks, they make more.

After the discussion, Mu Jiu saw that the time had been up for an hour, and only fifteen minutes were left to make an appointment with Lang Lang to go back, and he could still catch up with a taxi from "Xinmu".

"I'll go back first, and call me if I have something to do." Before leaving, Mu Jiu thought of something and asked Chen Zhichu, "How much did you earn?"

Chen Zhichu smiled mysteriously, "This is a secret."