"Come on! Xiaoqi! You sit down and rest for a while, and your mother will go and bring you food! Your sister has left us a meal tonight, you can sit down! Mom will go back as soon as she goes!"

Helping Yang Qi sit down on the edge of the bed and explain a few words, Luo Shangmei hurriedly went out to serve Yang Qi food. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although Yang Qi felt sorry for his mother's hard work for a day, he pretended to be weak before, so he had to continue to pretend at this time, and after watching his mother leave his room, Yang Qi began to look at this room slowly.

The roof is more than three meters wide and eight or nine meters long, with a herringbone prefix, the highest place may be four or five meters above the ground, and the lowest place is more than three meters.

The strangest thing is that all four windows are open more than two meters above the ground, and each of them is not large, more than a vent.

There were two windows on the front wall, and two on the back wall, more than two meters above the ground, and he estimated that with his current height, even if he stood under the window, stood on tiptoe, and stretched out his arms like a gibbon, he would not be able to reach the window.

It looks like a converted warehouse.

Thinking about it this way, Yang Qi looked at this room more and more like a warehouse.

Aside from the warehouse, who else lives in a room with windows that high, close to the roof?

The white-painted walls and the back of the room are the iron beds about a meter wide where he sits, with a small square table next to the bed serving as a bedside table.

A little farther away against the wall was a half-used wooden table in the color of logs, and a wooden chair with some books, homework books, and a gray schoolbag on one shoulder.

The wooden chair has a cushion sewn with floral cloth, which may be filled with sponge, and it is square.

In front of it, an iron chain hangs down from the roof beam, and under the iron chain hangs a canvas sewn sandbag, this cylindrical sandbag is more than a meter long, and it feels heavy when you look at it.

A pair of black and white gloves were randomly thrown on the ground next to it.

Yang Qi was a little surprised, he didn't expect that the original owner of this body would still have a hobby of practicing boxing.

What surprised Yang Qi even more was that there was a log-colored guitar hanging on the wall in front of it, and there was an older wooden table under the guitar, and there were some places stacked on the wooden table, and some things were also stacked under the wooden table.

Yang Qi saw a bunch of dumbbells under the wooden table at a glance, and a harmonica on the wooden table.

"Harmonica ......"

Yang Qi's eyes changed slightly.

He could also play the harmonica, which was probably the only entertainment skill his grandfather taught him.

Yang Qi's grandfather played the harmonica very well, Yang Qi practiced "Copper Fu Iron Scroll" when he was a child and the Yang family was free, and his favorite thing was to watch his grandfather play the harmonica.

Yes!

Not to listen, but to watch!

At least Yang Qi thinks so, he remembers every piece that his grandfather often plays, but he remembers more of what his grandfather looks like every time he plays the harmonica.

When he was a child, Yang Qi always felt that every time his grandfather played the harmonica, he had a special taste, his grandfather's expression would become calm, his eyes would become deep and distant, and he had a particularly quiet temperament at that time.

Therefore, although Yang Qi couldn't understand the music played by his grandfather at that time, he liked to watch his grandfather play the harmonica, and later when he grew up a little, his grandfather learned how to play the harmonica.

At the beginning, whether it was the skill of playing or the demeanor, he was imitating his grandfather, until he gradually grew up, experienced more and more, his skills in playing the harmonica have been completely proficient, gradually, when he played the harmonica again, he unconsciously forgot the skills, because of the increase in experience, he also began to have his own stories and feelings in his heart, and he gradually stopped imitating his grandfather's expression when he played the harmonica.

After that, when he was happy, he would smile when he played the harmonica, and when he was unhappy, he would forget his expression, and all the emotions in his heart would be revealed in his eyes.

"Harmonica ......"

Yang Qi was a little distracted, and subconsciously wanted to get up and walked over to pick up the harmonica, he didn't expect that his identity in this time and space also had a hobby of playing the harmonica, however, he liked this kind of coincidence.

As soon as Yang Qi stood up, his mother's voice came from outside the door: "Xiaoqi! The food is here! You eat first! When you eat well, your mother will wash your face and feet!"

Yang Qiwen looked at the door, his mother Luo Shangmei was holding a big bowl, and there were a lot of vegetables piled up on the white rice, including green vegetables, braised fish, and cucumbers.

"Thank you, Mom!"

Yang Qi was moved and ashamed at the same time.

Touched by his mother to take care of him so much, he was ashamed naturally because he knew very well that he was not so weak that he even needed to be served by someone to eat, wash his face and wash his feet, but he was now pretending to be weak and had no strength to walk home.

After today, Mom, Xiaoqi will be filial to you!

Yang Qi said in his heart to his mother who walked quickly towards him with a rice bowl.

"Eat first! Mommy is going to fetch you water!"

Luo Shangmei handed the dishes and chopsticks to Yang Qi, and turned around to leave after speaking, Yang Qi subconsciously shouted: "Mom!"

"Huh?"

Luo Shangmei turned her head and looked at Yang Qi with inquiring eyes.

Yang Qi originally subconsciously wanted to say that she should not be so busy and take a rest first, but at this time, when she met her mother's gaze, the words that came to her mouth became: "Thank you for your hard work!"

Luo Shangmei's inquiring eyes instantly turned into a smile, and a smile bloomed on her face, she raised her hand and touched Yang Qi's head, smiling so much that the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes appeared, and she said with some relief: "Silly child! As long as you are well-behaved and don't fight with others anymore, your mother will be happy if she works hard! Okay! Eat quickly! After eating and wash your face and feet, go to bed early! Don't go to school tomorrow, and your mother will help you ask for leave from your teacher in a while! Rest at home and heal your injuries early, you know?"

"Got it. ”

Yang Qi agreed, smiling.

Luo Shangmei, who came out of Yang Qi's room, looked at the night outside, and suddenly smiled again, she felt the difference between her son tonight, her son used to fight outside, but no matter what the fight was, he never called her to take him home, never told her that he had no strength to go home.

Not only that, but she also found that her son's attitude when talking to her tonight was not as impatient as before, and even his sister Yingqiong scolded him so much, and she didn't see him angry just now.

Also, Luo Shangmei suddenly found that her son had thanked her more than once tonight, and this kid began to know her hard work.

"Maybe this injury was in the back of his head, which made him scared, and he suddenly became sensible!"

Thinking like this, Luo Shangmei suddenly felt that it might be a good thing for her son to be broken off his head tonight.

In her opinion, a person's change generally requires going through a major event, and then he will repent and change his ways.

And tonight, she saw in her son that he wanted to change, and saw signs that he wanted to learn well, Luo Shangmei was very relieved and a little apprehensive, she was afraid that after tonight, he would relapse and change back to his previous appearance.