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After opening it, there was something shiny inside.
Cheng Che squatted in front of the safe and spread out a form inside. "This is my collection from childhood to adulthood. You can pick a few, but you can't take all of them away."
Sha Jin also squatted beside the safe, holding his chin with both hands and looking at the gems inside, "None of the gems listed by the Interstellar Peace Company are of good quality."
"Yes, it's not easy for my hometown to leave this planet, so don't despise it." Cheng Che looked at his collection, "But I don't seem to have any diamonds. I always feel that those things are not valuable."
Gold Dust: ...
Gold Dust looked at Cheng Che with a puzzled look, "If Diamond heard this, he would beat you up."
"Don't panic, I dare to say it to your face." Cheng Che was unmoved. He found a sapphire and gestured to the gold dust. "I'll embed a necklace for you. You are still growing, so you can't wear bracelets and rings for long."
Sha Jin nodded, his eyes swept across the shiny stone in front of him, but he quietly raised his hand and tried to grab the small braid behind Cheng Che's head.
Never caught.
When he met Cheng Che, Cheng Che had already turned into an unscrupulous and shameless adult crow.
[In order to avoid backstabbing and waiting for a new wave of plots, the main storyline progress will be a little slower, please forgive me. 】
Chapter 18 Extra
【Childhood Life 4】
It was late at night and the woman, who had just finished a dinner and was in a hurry to attend a meeting, got out of the car with her bag. After entering the house, she took off her high heels and slowly went upstairs in slippers.
The house was quiet, with only a little heat coming out from the warm Tremella fuciformis porridge on the table.
The woman paused for a moment, put her handbag aside, took off her jewelry and changed her clothes before going upstairs.
The room and attic on the third floor belong to the youngest son. There are cabinets made of dark wood inside, which contain various musical instruments and a whole wall of bookshelves. Even the aunt is not allowed to enter to clean.
The woman quietly opened the door and looked into the room where a night light was on.
The child huddled in the soft bed with his eyes closed. Next to him lay another thinner child, curled up on his side, holding his own son's pigtail in his hand.
Mother Cheng paused for a moment, walked into the room quietly and adjusted the air conditioner to an appropriate temperature, then walked around to the bed and looked down.
Cheng Che opened his eyes, "Mom!"
"Go to sleep." Mother Cheng raised her hand and rubbed Cheng Che's head, then leaned over and kissed Cheng Che's cheek, "Good night, baby."
Cheng Che obediently closed his eyes. Just as the woman was about to stand up, she was met with a pair of mysterious eyes.
Sha Jin lay on his side beside Cheng Che, hugged the quilt, quietly opened his eyes and observed.
"Good night too, baby." Mother Cheng smiled gently with her eyes bent, raised her hand to rub Shajin's head, and finally touched his cheek and said gently, "Good night."
The gentle woman covered the two little kids with the quilt before walking out of the room. Before leaving, she turned down the brightness of the night light a little.
Gold Dust: ...
So Cheng Che is the genetic mutation in this family, right?
But it doesn't seem right, Cheng Che always looks cold and aloof, but... his personality is still very gentle. It's not the kind of gentleness that comes with smiling, persuading and pampering, but a kind of gentleness that is always reflected in small actions.
"What are you thinking about?"
Cheng Che turned over, picked up the quilt and piled it up, leaving only his head exposed and looking at the ceiling. "My mother must have gone to work overtime after dinner. She still smells like the office's aromatherapy."
"Are you busy?" Sha Jin also stared at the ceiling. His quilt was stuffed into his chest by Cheng's mother just now, and he was almost wrapped like a silkworm cocoon.
Cheng Che raised his hand to turn on the bedside lamp, arched his back and sat up, picked up the phone next to him and tapped it, "Very busy. My parents don't come back home when they are working. They live in the apartment next to the company. Here... come back on weekends? Or come back when they have a break."
Shajin turned to look at Cheng Che, "Do you miss your parents?"
Hearing this, Cheng Che was stunned.
He carefully recalled his childhood state and shook his head, "I don't know what the emotion of missing someone is, but when I want to see someone, I go to see them, and when they come, I don't throw a tantrum or anything..."
He only throws a tantrum when he doesn't have pocket money or wants some expensive gifts.
This is a must-have for children, but if used frequently the effect will be greatly reduced. It doesn't seem worth it to cry for a piece of candy.
Cheng Che read the text messages on his phone one by one and only lay down after confirming the alarm.
He reached out his hand and patted the gold dust, and said calmly: "My sister has a good aesthetic sense. She will take us to choose bedroom furnishings for you tomorrow. We must get up early."
Shajin was slightly startled and asked in confusion: "Shopping in the morning?"
"No, we have to get up in the morning and be the audience." Cheng Che closed his eyes, and there was even a hint of peace in his tone, "Help her pick out clothes and shoes for going out, comment on and suggest her makeup, and then it will be afternoon, and we can go out."
At this point, Cheng Che paused, thought for a moment, and then spoke, "You still have to get up and do morning exercises tomorrow morning."
Shajin sighed heavily, "Can't a young master like you enjoy yourself?"
He likes to sleep until he wakes up naturally!
"The premise of enjoyment is good health. I don't want to be pushed in a wheelchair to watch young ladies dance before I'm 70 or 80 years old." Cheng Che muttered, pinched Sha Jin's wrist, and couldn't help frowning, "You are too thin, and your height is not suitable for your age, but it doesn't matter, my family is all tall, I can raise you to be as big as me."
Gold Dust: ...
He couldn't imagine his face appearing on Cheng Che's body.
Shajin thought about Cheng Che's nearly 1.9-meter-tall adult and his muscular body, and asked in confusion, "What if it's a genetic problem?"
"It's possible, but we will try to avoid it. We will take you to check your genes." Cheng Che imagined the process of his brother raising a child and said calmly: "Just listen to the adults in this regard. Look at me, I was raised very well. Although I have a serious mental illness, there is absolutely no problem with my body."
Shajin sighed heavily and touched his stomach, "I'm a little hungry."
hungry.
There didn't seem to be much food given for dinner.
"Eat." Cheng Che didn't hesitate at all. He looked at the time, quickly got up from the bed, put on his coat, and walked out in slippers. "Eat small meals frequently. If you're hungry at night, we can have a bowl of porridge that's easy to digest."
Shajin followed Cheng Che expressionlessly, "I want to eat meat."
I want to ease the impact of the day by eating like crazy, such as being rubbed by adults.
Actually, I would rather have a drink, but I feel like I’ll get beaten.
"Break it and put it in the porridge." Cheng Che opened the door, looked into the quiet corridor, then tiptoed downstairs, skillfully went into the kitchen, and found the warm porridge in the thermos bucket. "Wine-fermented rice and white fungus, or shrimp porridge, which one do you want?"
Cheng Che took out a bowl and handed it to Sha Jin, "Serve it yourself. I'll find you some side dishes to go with the porridge."
There were small glass jars in the storage room next to the kitchen. Cheng Che found a pair of clean chopsticks and picked up some pickled radish from the small bowl. When he returned to the kitchen, he saw Sha Jin hesitantly holding the bowl and looking at the two bowls of porridge in front of him.
Cheng Che leaned over to take a look and asked, "How about drinking all of them?"
Gold Dust: ...
He is not a glutton!
"Minors are not allowed to drink." Sha Jin sighed softly.
"It evaporates after boiling. It's specially made for children to drink." Cheng Che tilted his head and looked at the gold dust, pointing to the side, "It's good for beauty and nourishing the skin, and the fermented rice can speed up metabolism to some extent."
He hesitated, thought for a moment and nodded, "If you want to drink, we can sneak to Su Ge's house tomorrow night. The cherry wine he brews has little alcohol content, but it tastes good."
Shajin silently filled his bowl and followed Cheng Che to the basement. "Is your life all about stealing your brother's wine and collections and asking for your brother's money?"
Cheng Che pushed open the door, turned on the light, and revealed a room full of game consoles and comics. He said confidently, "What else?"
He even admitted that he is the younger brother!
Can't you be a little more arrogant?!
Cheng Che found a movie that was good for eating and also hypnotic, and curled up on the other side of the sofa to read a book. "You can play for a while after eating. Call me when you feel sleepy. We just need to fall asleep before twelve o'clock."
Shajin sighed heavily, "Okay."
He looked at the pickles and cold dishes on the small plates, held a bowl of porridge and looked up at the projection screen in front of him.
Cheng Che's family...always gives people a feeling of having a lot of rules but also being super free, which is very contradictory.
it is good!
Decided!
He will buy a hundred or eighty star destroyers when he returns!
Chapter 659: Interview.
The gray-haired girl followed Cheng Che, holding Cheng Che's sleeves with her hands. Her expression was calm, but she became more and more confused.
After a while, Xing stopped and said in disbelief, "I thought we were going to the police station, but we ended up in a bar."
The light was dim, and there was a sweet smell of alcohol in the air.
"If you haven't committed any crime, why are you in jail?"
Gallagher said lightly, and skillfully went behind the bar to fiddle with the tools for mixing drinks. "What would you like to drink?"
Hearing this, Xing was slightly stunned.
Her eyes were full of confusion, "Ah? No crime? Why would you stop us if there was no crime? Cheng Che, why would you turn yourself in?!"
"Neat drink, gin or whiskey." Cheng Che watched Gallagher's skilled movements and patted Xing. "She needs a non-alcoholic drink, not too heavy in taste, with moderate sweetness."
Xing turned around instantly, "Me? No alcohol?"
"You are still a minor, be good." Cheng Che looked at the gloves on his hands, rubbed Xing's head, found a seat, and waited for Gallagher to serve the wine.
Xing followed Cheng Che's footsteps, sat beside Cheng Che and asked in confusion: "So why do you want to turn yourself in?"
"Let's chat." Cheng Che looked down at the messages on his phone, pondering the messy hidden clues in his dreams and memories. "Didn't I say before that sometimes there are more meaningless topics? At least the meaningless answers can give me some information."
Even if you're just chatting or sitting and daydreaming, you can always gain something.
Xing was slightly startled, tilting her head to look at Cheng Che, "Oh, then it looks like Gallagher also wants to chat with you."
Cheng Che looked up at the busy man standing behind the bar, thought for a moment and nodded, "I think so, but it's okay if you don't want to talk. How could someone not want to be friends with me?"
star:……
So confident.
Xing looked at Cheng Che with a puzzled look, "You are not convinced because you were outdone, so you want to observe closely, right?"
What excuse to chat?
"Yes! I just don't accept it! What's wrong?!" Cheng Che gave Xing a vicious look and reached into his pocket to touch the candy, "If you keep talking so much, you will end up getting entangled sooner or later--"