It was a letter from a girl from Sanye Crocodile. She must have seen the TV news and knew that she had lost her admission ticket because she saved the person and was unable to take the college entrance examination. So she wrote a letter to comfort her. She didn't know her name but only her address, so she wrote a classmate to accept it. Fan Dongsheng opened the letter without authorization.

Fu Ping'an's heart passed through. After a year of high-intensity training by his Chinese teacher, the senior high school graduate is extremely sensitive to words. The profound meaning contained in this sentence can be seen at a glance that he is the person who has passed through the storm alone. After suffering hardships, he will definitely be reborn. This sentence is so good that it can be regarded as his motto.

However, Fu Ping'an later checked the Internet and found that this sentence was written by Haruki Murakami in "Kafka by the Sea". It was not the original work of the Clover girl, but it proved that she must be a fan of Haruki Murakami, so Fu Ping'an found a lot of Haruki Murakami's works online to see.

Reading books can make people calm. At this moment, Fu Ping'an was extremely anxious and was deeply dominated by the fear of losing school and unemployment. He urgently needed a job. He felt that he was very capable, knowing astronomy and geography, humanities, history, mathematics, physics and chemistry were all-round. At the age of eighteen, he was the peak of energy and physical fitness. He stayed up all night and was fine the next day. Such talents should be urgently needed by society, but after reading various recruitment notices online and newspapers, he realized that college degree is the lowest threshold, and he could hardly find any decent jobs with a high school diploma, except for some simple physical labor positions.

This was another blow to Fu Ping'an. He began to check whether his decision to not choose to repeat the exam was correct. At this time, something happened that left him unrelenting.

Fu Dongmei found a Chinese medicine doctor who was acupuncture for Fan Dong. He came to the door for an hour every day, which costs 100 yuan, and 3,000 yuan a month. This expense is a must and a heavy burden for the family. Fu Ping'an once again gave up the idea of ​​repeating the school and at the same time realized his direction, not to find a job, but to make money.

There are all ways to make quick money in the world, criminal law, and those things are definitely not done. So is there any way to play the edge ball? Fu Ping'an feels that this world is not black or white, and there is also a gray area in the middle. The so-called non-stop goal is this. Sister Qian and the group she represents are such people, doing things that ordinary people cannot do, and making money that ordinary people cannot make.

The bald man once said, "Our work is not suitable for you." This sentence gave Fu Ping'an endless reverie. He wanted to say, in fact, I don't pick on jobs, and I dare to do it as long as I make money.

In the end, he decided to ask Sister Qian for help, but the Rococo Bar is not suitable, so he should visit her home and give her some gifts to show sincerity, and the success rate is very high.

Sister Qian is a busy person and will definitely not stay at home all day long. Then when I block the door in the morning, I will definitely wait for someone. Fu Ping'an made up his mind and bought a watermelon to carry it. He came to the Provence Garden early the next morning and waited at the door of Sister Qian's unit. He waited from 7:30 in the morning until 10 o'clock. He had not seen anyone yet. The sun was scorching outside. He could only stand under the narrow eaves of the unit door and accepted the gazes of the security guards and owners.

Fu Ping'an didn't want to knock on the door, so it seemed abrupt. He would rather wait outside. He was about to wait until twelve o'clock and leave. So he continued to wait for half an hour. Sister Qian's door finally opened. He was ecstatic and stood at the door looking forward, but he didn't see anyone coming out. He only heard a heart-wrenching cry inside the door, the cry of a child. Then Sister Qian's scolding was followed.

Curiously, Fu Ping'an leaned out to watch and saw that Sister Qian had stepped out of the house with one foot, and her other leg was held tightly by a little boy, crying and not allowing her to leave.

"Damn it, I have serious things, so I'm watching TV at home honestly!" Sister Qian shouted, and turned around and saw Fu Ping'an.

"Hey, isn't this Xiao Fu? Are you looking for me?"

Fu Ping'an was extremely embarrassed: "Yes, Sister Qian, I have something to do..."

Sister Qian interrupted him and said, "You have finished the college entrance examination and it's summer vacation, right? Nothing is wrong at noon. Please help me take care of this child and take him to a KFC at noon. I have something urgent now. Let's talk about it again." As she said that, she took out the 200 yuan bill and stuffed it to Fu Ping'an. She looked down and saw the watermelon, "Come here and take things. I really see, Xiaohui, I'll leave first. You brothers have fun at home."

The incident happened suddenly, and the little boy was caught off guard. Sister Qian took the opportunity to run away, leaving only two boys, one big and one small, staring at each other.

Fu Ping'an was ordered to take on the temporary responsibility of taking care of the children. He entered the door, closed the door, introduced himself, "Children, my name is Fu Ping'an..."

"I ignore you." The child turned his head and ran away.

Fu Ping'an glanced around. It was much messy here than when he came last time. Toys and snacks were scattered on the ground, graffiti on the wall, TV was on, cartoons of cats and mice were placed, and the washing machine was rumbling. Although it was messy, it felt warm. Strangely, no photos of the family of three were seen everywhere. Is this child the son of Sister Qian? Xiaohui looked six or seven years old, but Sister Qian was obviously in her twenties.

Maybe it was her nephew or brother, but Fu Ping'an felt relieved when he thought about it. He had experience in raising children. He was five years older than his younger brother Fan Dongsheng. He was raised by him since he was a child. In fact, it was not technically difficult. It is especially easy for a little boy to deal with, so he can play with it.

Fu Ping'an first soaked the watermelon he brought in a basin to cool down, and then placed the clothes and toys that were thrown away in the room. The living room suddenly became much more flexible. Xiaohui kept hiding in the study and didn't know what to do. Fu Ping'an opened the door and saw it, and was very happy. The child was playing games. He played a first-perspective battle game that Fu Ping'an played in his childhood, "Counter-Strike", commonly known as cs.

CS is Fu Ping'an's strength. If it weren't for his studies, he would have joined the professional team to develop. His senior year of high school was tense and he hadn't touched this game for a long time. Now, seeing the younger generation who was ten years younger than him playing, I can't help but recall his powerful days back then.

Xiaohui is really a bitchess. He is a rookie among the rookies. He takes a handful of b12 and can't even hit a bird's hair. He is killed within half a minute of his appearance and doesn't even see the enemy's face.

Fu Ping'an couldn't bear to see it anymore, so he picked up Xiaohui, sat on the chair, changed his equipment, and used the combination of b13 and b41 that he was best at. Through the observation just now, he found that his opponent's level was not very high, so he adopted a single-shot straight-in tactic and relied on a coquettish jump. He could make a superb weapon like b41, which has a strong recoil and is difficult to control, and shot the headshot in a single shot, killing all four opponents in three or two.

Looking at Xiaohui again, Fu Ping'an's eyes have become the fans' upward look at their idols.

Fu Ping'an is a teacher, and Xiaohui is also a smart and studious child. One teaches him with all his strengths and the other humbly asks for advice. Under the teacher's step-by-step guidance, Xiaohui made rapid progress and finally burst into his first head in the game, screaming excitedly.

It was noon in a blink of an eye. Xiaohui was hungry and shouted that he wanted to eat KFC. He asked Fu Ping'an to buy it in the store and get it back. Fu Ping'an was not happy to listen to a child's order. He said that he would either go together or not eat it.

Xiaohui was furious: "I want to tell Chen Qian to ask her to deduct your salary."

Fu Ping'an said: "First, I am not an employee of Sister Qian, and she cannot deduct my salary. Second, I am your elder. No younger generation can give orders to elders. Third, you can call Sister Qian now and ask her to find someone to come to see you and teach you how to play games."

Xiaohui weighed the pros and cons and immediately surrendered: "Okay, I'll go with you."

There was a key hanging on the back of the door. Fu Ping'an took the key and took Xiaohui to a nearby KFC for a meal. During the meal, he asked him: "Is Chen Qian your mother?"

Xiaohui ate all over the mouth of food and nodded.

"What about your dad?"

"I have never seen my father. He is abroad, far away, and I will only see him when I grow up."

What a familiar line, Fu Ping'an felt a miserable feeling, Xiaohui's father was probably no longer in the world, this child is pitiful.

"How old are you and what grade?"

"I was eight years old and attended Cambridge International Bilingual School, and I started my second grade."

Fu Ping'an of this school has heard that it is a expensive boarding aristocratic school, which includes all inclusive from kindergarten to university, and studying in the UK at the university stage, and one-stop costing is a million yuan. It seems that Sister Qian really has no time to take care of her son, and Sister Qian's wealth is really not expensive.

After eating KFC, Xiaohui was clamoring to play on the trampoline. Fu Ping'an took him to play for another two hours. When he went home in the afternoon, he heard the phone ringing as soon as he entered the door. He quickly answered. It was Sister Qian who called and asked her son about his lunch condition before he felt relieved. He asked Fu Ping'an to stick to it until the evening and wait for him to come back.

He continued to play games in the afternoon. In the evening, Fu Ping'an opened the refrigerator and only had a pitiful box of eggs, three tomatoes, a box of Meilin lunch meat, and two cucumbers. He had a sudden inspiration and said, "Xiaohui, are we going to play the cooking game?"

At 7:30, Sister Qian finally finished her work, and temporarily left the venue from the second drinks party, rushed home, took the keys and opened the door. She was shocked as soon as she entered the door.

There are cups, plates, bowls, chopsticks, a plate of yellow scrambled eggs, a plate of fried lunch meat, a plate of cold cucumbers, a plate of stir-fried vegetables, and a pot of tomato and egg soup. The rice cooker is cooked rice.

Xiaohui shouted proudly: "Mom, I did all these."

Fu Ping'an nodded: "It was Xiaohui, I'll help you."

"Is that so? My son has grown up and can cook." Sister Qian was very surprised. You must know that her son didn't help her before, and she was spoiled and willful, extremely naughty. Not only did she learn a lot, she had a bad temper. She couldn't stand this boy even after hired a few nannies, so she had no choice but to send him to a boarding school. She caused trouble every now and then, either to destroy the school's teaching aids or to beat her classmates to cry. Unexpectedly, she was reborn today and could cook.

"Wash your hands and eat. You must not eat without washing your hands. Do you think my hands are clean?" Xiaohui directed with a proud look. Sister Qian agreed repeatedly, and walked to the bathroom to wash her hands, but her tears couldn't help but flow down. She washed her face and wiped away the tears before returning to the dining table.

Fu Ping'an said: "Sister Qian, why don't I go back first."

Sister Qian said, "What are you busy with? Let's leave after dinner. Didn't you ask me for something? "

Fu Ping'an said goodbye at this time not because of pretentiousness, but because he had too little food and didn't eat enough. He was kind-hearted and didn't want to cause trouble for others, but Sister Qian didn't think so. She thought she had to thank Xiao Fu.

Sister Qian went to the basement and brought several large bags of vacuum-packed food, roast chicken sausage peanuts, and beer. Fu Ping'an helped to disassemble the dishes and put them in. Looking at the simple dishes and wine, Sister Qian felt that this was the most luxurious banquet in the world. She had just gotten off from a wine shop where high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen gathered. Those hypocritical faces, those shark fin abalone lobster and Maotai wine, and those luxuriously decorated club private rooms were not as good as the scrambled eggs made by her son.

When I went out in the morning, the washing machine was stuffed with clothes, and now it has been dried and stacked neatly on the sofa. The house is clean and clean. My son has become well-behaved and sensible and can do housework. Everything is from this young man named Fu Ping'an. High school students take primary school students and big boys take young boys, which is a perfect match.

She secretly decided to leave Fu Ping'an as her son's summer tutor at any cost.
Chapter completed!