Chapter 417

It's just that these things have to wait until the old lady's situation improves. She left rashly. She was really worried about whether something would happen to the old lady at home.

On the way back, Jiang Chan thought about what she would do when she came back. Can't you really come back and eat the old? Besides, her vitality is like weeds. Where can't she survive?

After making a good plan for the future, Jiang Chan looked up and found that it was already eleven o'clock. After seeing old lady Feng Yuan sleeping again, Jiang Chan went to rest at ease.

At about seven o'clock in the morning, a smell came and drilled into the room through the crack of the door. Feng Yuan's eyelids moved and struggled to open his eyes.

It smells good. Looking at the chandelier on the ceiling, Feng Yuan still can't react. Why does it feel like there are more people at home? She has been insomnia for a long time. She takes a lot of sleeping pills, but she opens her eyes almost every night until dawn.

She remembered that someone came back yesterday. Who is it? Feng Yuan's mind is a little confused and can't remember at all.

Jiang Chan estimated that the old lady should wake up. When she gave the old lady massage last night, Jiang Chan specially ordered several special acupoints to make the old lady sleep deeper at night.

She brought in a pot of succulent potted plants: "this is the bear boy. When I went out in the morning, I saw it sold by the store. It was usually put at the head of your bed."

Feng Yuan slowly turned his head and looked. The green leaves were hairy and looked like bear claws. Silently looking at Jiang Chan, Feng Yuan got up to wash.

Jiang Chan followed her: "I've changed all the toiletries. After you wash out, have breakfast. For breakfast, I bought the fried dough sticks you usually like best."

When Feng Yuan brushed his teeth, his brain began to work slowly. It turned out that his daughter came back. As if she hadn't seen Feng Yuan's dull action, Jiang Chan leaned against the door and talked to Feng Yuan.

To tell the truth, Jiang Chan admired herself. She is not a talker, but she can't help it. She can't keep silent when dealing with Feng Yuan, a patient with depression.

"By the way, I have a friend coming home after breakfast. Mom, do you mind?" on the dinner table, Jiang Chan sandwiched a fried dough stick for Feng Yuan, seemingly inadvertently asked.

Feng Yuan kept silent, nibbling on the fried dough sticks without nodding or shaking his head. Looking at Feng Yuan's appearance, Jiang Chan only thought Feng Yuan had promised.

"The fried dough sticks in this family are really delicious. It's still the same flavor after so many years. What I miss most outside is the flavor of my hometown. The taste outside is wrong."

He took a bite of fried dough sticks and sucked a mouthful of soybean milk. Jiang Chan had another topic.

"I remember there is a big mountain near our house? When we get back to our old house, I'll go to the mountain. I remember the old people said there were orchids in the mountain. It would be great if we could pick orchids..."

Feng Yuan kept silent, but the action of eating fried dough sticks gradually slowed down, and his ears unconsciously turned to Jiang Chan, as if he wanted to hear what Jiang Chan said.

After breakfast, Jiang Chan helped Feng Yuan to sit down in the living room. This time, she stuffed Feng Yuan with a warm handbag in the shape of a furry Teddy dog. The TV program is still the cartoon I saw last night. Feng Yuan watched it for several times yesterday.

Jiang Chan arranged her home while Feng Yuan was watching TV. The main reason was that the home was empty and didn't even have a potted plant. There is no anger at all. If people stay in such a space for a long time, their spirit is easy to go wrong.

It's not the same after two laps. On the balcony, there are several pots of potted plants with flowers and bones, a pot of Phalaenopsis in full bloom, and a pot of Kumquat with fruit. Looking at the golden.

There are several warm pillows on the sofa in the living room, melon seeds, peanuts and other tea on the tea table, and the North-South curtains in the living room are all pulled up, looking a lot brighter.

The whole house suddenly became a lot warmer and no longer as gloomy as yesterday. Jiang Chan sat down beside Feng Yuan's legs. At Feng Yuan's feet was the long wool carpet she had just laid in the morning. It was very comfortable to sit on it.

I went out in the morning. The balance of the original owner's card was used up by her. She had to make some money at this time. Last night, she went to the website to read it. There were programs written, and thousands of lists were made.

Jiang Chan doesn't mind that there is less money at this time. It's urgent to make some money. Can't she come back and spend Feng Yuan's money? Peanut sick old lady's money, she can't get through this trouble in her heart.

Last night, I made an appointment with others to hand in the task in the morning. Jiang Chan has written most of the work in the evening. Now there is only a little finishing work left. She knocked on the computer beside Feng Yuan, and the code line by line appeared on the computer screen.

Feng Yuan, who had been empty, accidentally saw Jiang Chan's screen and kept staring at Jiang Chan's computer. Jiang Chan had no distractions. She didn't finish the program that others wanted until 9:30.

The other party was also frank, because it was the first cooperation. After checking that it was correct, he paid Jiang Chan 10000 ocean. The other party also expects Jiang Chan to continue to receive orders in the future. Such programmers are hard to find.

After ten thousand yuan, Jiang Chan finally relaxed a little. She stretched and moved her shoulders and neck. "She just made a list and made 10000 yuan. We don't have to worry about our food money this month."

"When the sun shines in the afternoon, I'll take you to the mall. It's said that I haven't spent much time with you or bought you any new clothes after graduation..."

Just talking to himself, the doorbell rang and Jiang Chan stood up: "it seems that the nebula has arrived. I also said why he hasn't come yet. I'll open the door!"

"Qiuxin is at home? Don't tell me when you come back, so I can pick you up at the railway station."

A man's gentle voice came, and Jiang Chan twitched her eyes: "I still know the way home. Isn't this worried about affecting your work?"

"It doesn't matter. When my old friend comes back, I'll never give you a chance to clean up. My aunt is also at home. I specially bought some fruit."

Jiang Chan looked at the bag in Liu Xingyun's hand and said, "come on, bring something. Don't bring anything in the future."

"Yes, I should come to your house for the first time. I can't come empty handed."

Jiang chanmo, taking advantage of Liu Xingyun's time to change his shoes, "are you acting too much like this? I just ask you to pretend to be my friend. You're doing the same as real."

Liu Xingyun and Jiang Chan bite their ears: "I'm not doing a full set of drama? Besides, I really want to know your friend."