Chapter 222 Every time I miss you, a grain of sand falls from the sky, and from then on, the Sahara is formed

After pulling out the hair from the neck feather, a sharp knife smeared the neck, and blood splattered three feet away.

After some convulsions and twitching, and after a dying struggle, a pastoral chicken died under Chu Fan's knife.

Throw it into boiled water and soak it, the most complicated and troublesome process has just begun.

Grasp the chicken feet and lift the scalded pastoral chicken out of the hot water. Chu Fan skillfully pulled out the chicken feathers.

When I was a child, every time I saw my grandparents slaughter ducks in my hometown, the duck's hair was removed and it would be preserved because it could be sold for money after drying.

But after the chicken is slaughtered, the chicken feathers will be thrown away as garbage and no one cares about it.

Chicken feathers have almost no effect and no one recycles them, so people often hear words like "there is a chicken feather for you".

After pulling out the chicken feathers and cleaning them, Chu Fan put the bare pastoral chicken on the chopping board and enviously said: "Congratulations, you are free, and most of the humans who eat you still have to live in this world, going through various disasters, too

It's pitiful."

Livestock such as chickens and ducks come and walk naked.

After death, no matter whether it is burial or cremation, people will dress neatly, not walking naked.

"When did you learn to kill chickens? Are you still so skillful?" Chu Ba was curious, and his son was getting more and more difficult for him to see through.

I once thought my son was worth a few pounds, but he, the father, knew the best.

He was six kilograms at birth and fifty centimeters long. He was not as big as a peanut…

The first time my son changed his diapers was changed by his father.

Many times, when changing diapers, the little guy suddenly urinated and urinated Chu Ba.

Two days before birth, the little guy was shitting dark blue, which is said to be the cleanest shit in the world.

The longer you leave the mother's womb and come into contact with the world, the more impure the person will become, and be affected by the fireworks of the world.

Time is a killing knife, and the knife urges people to become disabled.

"Talent, you will learn it after watching it a few more times online." Chu Fan didn't tell any lies. He was talented and his hands were covered with blood.

As he spoke, he stabbed the naked pastoral chicken and broke its belly.

Chu Ba glanced at the pastoral chicken whose belly was broken and exposed his internal organs, and had no appetite at all.

But once the pastoral chicken is served, his appetite is better than anyone else.

He doesn't like killing, but eating and killing are two different things.

"Your grandparents actually like life in Rongcheng more." Chu Ba changed the topic.

"Maybe, urban life is convenient, they have a pension, and they don't have to worry about food and clothing in the city." Chu Fan said.

"Have you told them to farm less and work?" Chu Ba was upset. He had planned well before going back. After going back, he would just go to drink and brag, or wander around, and did nothing to do.

"I mentioned it, it's useless. They are still working so hard now. It depends on how little money you earn and you can't even get tens of thousands of dollars if you need it urgently. They farm, grow vegetables, raise chickens, and raise them.

Ducks are not only self-sufficient, but also save some money for you every year." Chu Fan dealt with the internal organs that the pastoral chickens don't want, and did not throw away the chicken gizzards' waists, so he replenished them for me.

Chu Ba sighed, when will anyone be looked down upon if a monthly salary of tens of thousands of yuan be looked down upon?

Big cities are so terrifying.

After killing the chicken, cooking and eating, Chu Fan took the elevator to the first floor of the brigade, got on the land cruiser, and drove out of the underground garage.

The summer night comes late, and at 6:30 pm, the setting sun still hangs on the sky that has been reluctant to go down the mountain.

The setting sun seen in the Demon City is relatively low, and the longitude is lower than that in Rongcheng.

The land cruiser was bathed in golden light, crossed the roads, and finally drove into the Meicheng underground garage that he had stayed for a long time.

In a villa.

"Mom, I'm going to school. I won't come back on Friday night." Luo Xiyu had a big bag on his shoulder.

As beautiful as pearls and jade, as light as smoke and clouds, as eyebrows as spring mountains, and eyes as autumn water, she was about to go out to visit famous families in Jiang, and she was very skilled in lying.

"What's your business about the graduation ceremony? Your freshman year is not over yet." Wu Keqing's bun was hanging down and the autumn waves were turning, and she was a little unhappy about her little daughter returning to school.

I haven't seen my daughter for a few days, so I miss her, but I'm upset every day when I see her, which is very contradictory.

"I told you that I am the school ambassador and want to sing on stage to indirectly attract students for the school." Luo Xiyu said with confidence.

"Let's go, let's go, I feel annoyed when I see you." Wu Keqing waved his hand, looking very disgusted.

Luo Xiyu ran over and hugged Wu Keqing's neck with a smile.

Wu Keqing struggled for a while before she let her little daughter kiss her in the face.

After the little daughter let go of her neck, she reached out to rub her face, as if she was too disgusted.

Luo Xiyu didn't care and ran out of the house happily.

After the youngest daughter left, Wu Keqing felt that her already deserted home was even more deserted.

I don’t know when my eldest daughter will marry Li Yu’s son, give birth to a fat boy, and have another daughter.

Thinking about it, Wu Keqing is looking forward to it. She is in the same city and is still in the same district, so her life will not be boring in the future.

I go to see my grandchildren on weekends or ask them to come to my house, and I will have a fulfilling life every day.

Kids, it's fun.

I think children are not fun, because I can’t afford to hire a confinement nanny before the age of one or two, and it’s too tiring to serve them.

Chu Fan and her eldest daughter are almost perfect.

My younger daughter is only in her first year of age, and I can’t count on her younger daughter getting married and having children in the past two or three years.

Without a son, Wu Keqing would not want his two daughters to marry far away no matter what.

Underground garage.

When Luo Xiyu came, he saw a land cruiser parked in the aisle not far away, which made her feel very safe.

People rely on clothes, and beauty depends on bright clothes.

Since her boyfriend drove the land cruiser, Luo Xiyu felt that he was even taller and more powerful.

Next to the car door, Chu Fan stood on the ground with one foot and stepped on the driver's seat pedal with the other.

Seeing Luo Xiyu, he put down his feet on the pedal.

I haven't seen each other for two days on weekends, and it seems like I feel like I'm ten times more time than usual. I miss you so much.

This date is like their home, and it is like an arrow.

"I miss my baby." Chu Fan did not stand there and waited, but couldn't wait to walk towards Luo Xiyu.

Halfway through, he took the bag on his girlfriend's shoulder and hugged her.

Warm and soft jade, a hug, seems to have won the whole world.

But after winning everything, it still didn't feel enough. Chu Fan tightened the girl in his arms with his tight arms.

This strength made Luo Xiyu feel the love of his boyfriend more deeply.

His love was very fierce and domineering, and seemed to destroy everything and melt her heart and body. She liked it very much.

When you look at the sky in the morning and look at the clouds in the evening, you will miss you when you walk, and when you sit.

If the relationship lasts for a long time, it is not advisable to be together day and night, but if you get together for a long time, it will definitely not work.

There is a saying: A small separation is better than a newlywed, and a big separation is better than a new marriage.

A man left home for a few years, and when he came back, his wife lived with other men, held a banquet, and lived a small life.

"Get on the car!" Chu Fan let go of Luo Xiyu, held her hand, and led the faint girl to the passenger car door.

With just one hug, the girl's face turned rosy, her face was as pink as she was beautiful, and her eyes were filled with infinite affection.

Praise love, it can make the little fairy who is not in the world fall in love, do not envy the mandarin ducks or the immortals, but just want to be free in the world.

Then, Chu Fan returned to the driver's seat.

"Are you going to visit the famous family in Jiang now?" Luo Xiyu was wearing a butterfly love skirt today, both short and long, with a slight head and a charming smile.

"Don't worry." Chu Fan started the car, turned on the air conditioner in the car, closed the windows, and parked the car in an empty parking space.

He used to worry that he would charge a fee for more than half an hour to enter the parking lot of the American City, but now he is not worried.

It’s not that he doesn’t treat these small money as money, but that he only realized that Luo Jinyu had bought an annual insurance card in the underground parking lot of Meicheng Community for this land cruiser before. The annual insurance card would not be valid after November. Now

July hasn't arrived yet.

When Chu Fan said no rush, he parked the car in the parking space, and Luo Xiyu's face gradually turned red.

When you go to Wangjiang Mingmen, you can have private spaces, but you are more likely to be disturbed by Bai Jingjing.

Like in the car now, the cool underground garage is still in the cold. Although the space is not large, it is almost impossible to disturb others.

"Why did you park in the parking space?" Luo Xiyu looked around, a little nervous.

I am afraid but not afraid. This kind of place can’t do much.
To be continued...