The next night, Zheng Xinguang drove me home, passing by a place, Zheng Xinguang suddenly stopped the car.

"What's wrong?" I asked, somewhat confused.

Zheng Xinguang said lightly: "I want to eat outside food today, let's pack some and go home." ”

I was stunned when I heard this, and then I stared at him a little stupidly.

Is it that the food I cooked yesterday was not delicious?

"Look at what," Zheng Xinguang rubbed my head rudely, and said a little irritably, "It's not that you don't burn it well, or I'm too lazy to wait." ”

Hearing the belated compliment I had been expecting yesterday, I rubbed my head and laughed.

I followed him into the restaurant, and I savored his words, only to realize that he had to wait, could it be the incident in the kitchen?

Thinking of this, my heart is a little heavy, did he find something.

When we got home, Uncle Zheng looked surprised when he saw us carrying large bags and small bags.

He said a few words to Zheng Xinguang, such as "We can just go and eat directly", "How to let Juanzi also hold things" and the like, and even asked me "Are you tired of carrying the box".

Suddenly asked by him, I panicked for no reason, hurriedly shook my head, and whispered: "It's okay, it's what I want to carry." ”

Zheng Xinguang directly took the lunch box in my hand and put it on the table, his tone was a little impatient: "Do you still want to eat?"

Only then did Uncle Zheng stop asking me questions, shook his head and sat down at the table.

After eating, Uncle Zheng didn't rush back to the room, watched me finish his work, and smiled kindly: "Juanzi is still doing homework in Xinguang's room today?"

His question made me feel uneasy again.

I quickly peeked at Zheng Xinguang and found that he was frowning at me, and my heart trembled.

"I'm ...... today I don't understand some of the topics, and I want to ask him. I pondered my words and whispered.

When Uncle Zheng heard this, he smiled more kindly, nodded, and did not speak again.

I saw that Zheng Xinguang didn't have much reaction to this, and then I put down my heart and really started to think about some math problems that I didn't understand today.

"Why are you so stupid, you can't do this kind of question?" In the room, Zheng Xinguang sat next to me, watching me write half a piece of straw paper without calculating the correct answer, and couldn't help but scold.

In math class, the teacher spoke so fast that I didn't understand it at all, but the teacher hated me so much, and I was too embarrassed to ask, where would I do the questions?

I bit my lip and scribbled a few strokes with my pen on the wrong answer, until it was a dot of ink.

"Forget it, give me the pen, and see how I solve this problem. "Zheng Xinguang saw that I really didn't open my mind, and I didn't have the patience to wait.

He took the paper from my hand, and wrote on it with the tip of his pen, attentive and serious.

He frowned, his handwriting full of force. I looked at his side face and was in a trance for a moment.

The hand unconsciously tugged at the bow on his chest.

It is said that serious boys are the most attractive, and I seem to be able to understand this sentence.

Zheng Xinguang quickly finished writing, handed me the paper, and said angrily, "Take a good look." ”

I took it curiously, only to find that Zheng Xinguang not only wrote the steps to solve the problem, but also circled the idea of solving the problem.

His steps are different from those of the math teacher, but they are indeed easier to understand.

"Got it, what other questions do you want to ask me?"

Zheng Xinguang seemed to be very confident in his problem-solving ideas, and he also seemed to be more persistent in answering my questions, and after I nodded, he continued to teach me the next question.

As I did it, I couldn't help but yawn a few times, and yesterday I slept on my desk all night, and I didn't sleep well, and it didn't take long for me to feel a little sleepy.

Zheng Xinguang, who was teaching me, frowned and looked at me, as if he thought I was a complete idiot.

But my vision blurred, and my head hung unconsciously.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying in bed, and it was dawn.

It took me a few seconds to realize that I was still in Zheng Xinguang's room, and he had already gone out.

Strange, how do I sleep in his bed?

Realizing this, my face flushed slightly, and I hurriedly got off Zheng Xinguang's bed, not knowing where to put my hands and feet, and quickly walked out of his room.

As soon as I went out, I saw Uncle Zheng sitting upright on the sofa facing Zheng Xinguang's room.

When I saw him, I couldn't help but pause, and my hairs stood on end.

Uncle Zheng asked at this time, "Juanzi, how are you learning with Xinguang?"

My eyes twinkled, and I replied, "He, he taught well." ”

Uncle Zheng didn't show any attitude towards my flickering words.

He took a sip of tea, nodded, and said, "That's good." It's getting late, so let's wash up and go to school. ”

Then he grinned: "Next time you can ask me if there is a question you don't understand, that stinky boy won't teach me all the questions before." ”

I didn't dare to say more, nodded my head, and quickly rushed into the bathroom to wash up.

That night, in anticipation, my mom finally came back from her errands.

At that time, I was doing my homework in Zheng Xinguang's room, and through the door, I could hear my mother's scolding voice.

"That village chief is really not a thing! he bullied us orphans and widows in a different way. Isn't it true that we don't live there anymore, and he even wants us to pay a little more?! Isn't it enough that we were badly abused by him in the first place......

I was doing my homework, and when I heard my mother's abuse, I felt a little uncomfortable.

Zheng Xinguang glanced at me, forced the workbook in his hand to me, and motioned for me to continue writing.

I was a little confused, and I watched the exercises scribble, and then suddenly my head hurt.

Zheng Xinguang removed his hand from my head and tapped the workbook with the tip of his pen.

I looked at it and realized that I had written a string of answers.

I smiled half embarrassed and half self-deprecating, but with a hint of bitterness.

Zheng Xinguang seemed to dislike me like this, frowned, and pinched my face.

At this time, I suddenly heard the abuse outside, and then suddenly I heard a sound of footsteps, and then Uncle Zheng pushed the door open, and my mother walked in.

She saw that I was still in Zheng Xinguang's room at night, her face was very ugly, and she blurted out: "Juanzi, come here, I have something to tell you." ”

As she spoke, she stepped forward uncharacteristically, a little arrogantly, and pulled me up.

I only had time to signal to Zheng Xinguang before I was dragged to my room by my mother.

Closing the door, my mother glared and asked sharply, "I don't go back to my room at night, I heard that I still spend the night in the Xinguang room, what is going on?"

"I, I'm ......" I was hesitant to tell my mother about Uncle Zheng, but when I heard her unkind tone, I gritted my teeth, made up my mind, and said, "Mom, I think Uncle Zheng is very strange these days......"