I make a living solving crimes.

Chapter 405 Vacation

The sun is high and I am still lazy after having enough sleep.

The small room with thick quilts is not afraid of the cold.

In this world, the only things you cannot miss are holidays and delicious food.

The next day was Sunday. Chang Wei slept until nine in the morning and then got up, stretching.

Why wasn't he kicked awake?

Chang Da felt sorry for her brother's hard work, so she tiptoed in at dawn and took the unconscious Chang Xiaoman away.

I opened the curtains and saw that today was a rare sunny day.

His scalp was shaved short, saving time on combing his hair. After brushing his teeth, Chang Wei wiped his face casually and went to the back yard to have breakfast.

When he reached the corner gate leading from the middle yard to the back yard, a firecracker was thrown at his feet and it exploded with a "bang".

Chang Wei turned his head expressionlessly and saw Bang Geng hiding under the eaves, giving him a smug smile.

Jia Zhang came out of the room with a fake smile on her face, "It's Director Chang, don't be angry, Banggeng is still a child."

After saying that, she twisted her plump butt and went back into the house.

She sweeps the toilet every day, so why doesn’t she lose weight?

Did you eat it secretly?

Chang Wei didn't bother with Bang Geng.

When you find that a child has a problem, don't try to communicate with him, because you will find that he is the least ill one in the family.

He beckoned.

Banggeng was a little afraid of him, but didn't want to appear too cowardly, so he walked over reluctantly.

Chang Wei was very kind. He half squatted down and said contemptuously: "This is just a child's play. You don't know how to use firecrackers at all. When I was a child, I didn't know how to use firecrackers to scare people."

Bang Geng refused to accept the defeat and said with his neck stiff, "Not only can I blow up people, I can also blow up shit."

Chang Wei said with disdain: "Those are all my leftovers. Let me tell you, blowing up the stove is the most fun. You can blow up the pot and make it fly higher than a tree."

Bang Geng was stunned for a moment, then he dug out a firecracker from his pocket, with a hopeful light in his eyes, "Then light one for me to see."

This is a small firecracker on a 100-shot hanging firecracker, and there are still water stains on it.

Chang Wei guessed that someone had failed to blow up the bomb thoroughly and this guy picked it up.

He glanced at me with disdain, "Yours is too small, it definitely won't work."

He sighed, his eyes full of pity, "When I was your age, I played with firecrackers."

"I know about firecrackers. I saw people setting them off and they can fly very high. But, I don't have money to buy them."

Chang Wei rubbed Bang Geng's head and took out a dime from his pocket. "I'll buy you a blast furnace to play with and broaden your horizons. Remember, you don't need to light a fire, just throw it directly into the furnace. Do it when no one is around and don't let anyone see you."

Jia Banggeng took the money, didn't even say thank you, turned around and ran out of the yard.

Chang Wei sneered and staggered into the back yard.

The sun was shining brightly today, so Yang Min pulled a few ropes in the yard and hung everyone's bedding on them to bask in the sun.

The big flowers, red, yellow and white, suddenly bring the colors of the courtyard to life.

The interlayer of the quilt shook from time to time, and there was a little man running back and forth along the direction of the rope inside.

Chang Xiaoman was immersed in the unique scent of sunshine among the cotton wool, as if she was traveling in the gentle layer between dreams and reality, and she laughed heartily from time to time.

When she finally poked her head out from under the fluffy quilt, her legs accidentally bumped against Chang Wei's.

She raised her childish little face and was immediately delighted to see that it was Chang Wei. Her laughter became even clearer and more pleasant.

Today, she has two carefully braided buns on the back of her head, embellished with various hairpins, which shine with a delicate and dazzling light under the gentle sunlight.

Chang Wei picked her up, pinched the bun on the back of her head, and asked with a smile: "Who gave you so many buns?"

Chang Xiaoman put her little hand to her mouth and said "hush", sneakily: "Uncle, I put it on myself. Mom doesn't allow me to wear so many."

Chang Wei held her in his hands, turned her over, and laughed even louder.

No wonder Chang Da didn't allow it, there were simply too many of them.

The back of her little head was covered in all kinds of colors, and since she had very little hair, many hairpins couldn't hold it in place, and it was loose and could fall off at any time.

Chang Da had just finished washing the sheets and was about to hang them up to dry. When she saw her head, she immediately became angry, "Chang Xiaoman, I told you, don't do butterflies, don't do anything else. I told you don't do anything else, don't do anything else, but you insisted on doing anything else."

"Uncle, run quickly! My mother is going crazy." The little girl was confused by what Chang Da said. She patted Chang Wei's arm and made a sound.

Chang Wei was very obedient. He hugged her, and they both ran away screaming.

Chang Da chased after him angrily for two steps, and seeing Chang Xiaoman laughing happily in Chang Wei's arms, she finally stopped, smiled and shook her head.

Yang Min also heard the laughter and came out of the kitchen. She fixed the hairpins that were about to fall off on Chang Xiaoman's head and looked at Chang Wei and said, "Did you sleep well? Are you hungry? I'll make you a bowl of noodles."

"Just eat a bite and a bowl of noodles."

"Noodles? People eat noodles?" Yang Min rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the kitchen. "Wait, it will be ready in a moment."

She had no idea that if she said those words in the South, she would offend countless people.

But in her eyes, it is better not to eat instant noodles.

Chang Wei carried the little girl to the main room and waited. After entering the room, the little girl struggled to get down from the ground, pulled the little yellow dog's ears and climbed onto its back, holding a corn cob in her hand. When she saw Chang Long coming in, she shouted that she wanted to fight to the death.

Chang Long bent over, dodged and ran to the Eight Immortals Table, and put the thing hidden in his hand heavily on the table, "Brother, help me open it quickly."

This is a round iron box, one foot in diameter and two inches high. It is colorful and has a lot of foreign characters written on it.

"Biscuits?" Chang Wei was surprised and asked quickly, "Where did you get them?"

Biscuits packaged like this are obviously imported.

Chang Long couldn't wait to urge him, and seeing Chang Wei was very serious, he muttered, "Brother, I stole this from my mother's room."

"How come mother has this kind of biscuits?"

"Last time a brother sent it to me... I think his name was Brother Suan Miao."

"Garlic sprouts? Are you sure?"

Chang Long felt something was wrong and scratched his head to recall. At this time, Chang Xiaoman came running over on his little yellow dog, jumping up and down to climb onto the stool, mumbling, "Auntie, you remembered it wrong. It was Uncle Jiucai."

"No, it's garlic sprouts."

"Chinese chives."

“Garlic sprouts.”

Chang Wei quickly stopped the two little guys and thought, "Are you talking about onions?"

"Yes, yes, onions."

Chang Wei took a breath and exhaled slowly.

This is a sinful name.

If it was sent by Yang Cong, then it makes sense.

After all, Old Man Li still has a part-time job in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

"Brother, open it quickly. I tell you, this biscuit is delicious. Unfortunately, we have only eaten it three times and mother refused to let us eat it anymore."

"Aunt is right, uncle, this cookie is so delicious, I love it."

The two little guys instantly reconciled and reached a consensus.

Chang Wei was naturally not stingy. He used his fingernails to pry open the biscuit box, and under two pairs of expectant eyes, he finally pried open the biscuit box.

"what--"

Chang Long and Xiao Man's shouts were full of disappointment and regret.

Where are the cookies?

The box was filled with spools of sewing thread of various colors, with various long and short sewing needles inserted on them.

Yang Min, holding a bowl of noodles, just walked into the room. His face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were wandering, searching for the feather duster.