Zhou Axing's temper was not very good, and after chatting with Yang Qi for a few words, he didn't want to talk anymore, and said directly to Yang Qi: "Can you go away? I still have to practice! If your friend in Hong Kong comes to Hengdian, you can take me to take a look! See if he really looks like me! As long as it doesn't rain, I practice here every morning! Now you can go!"

"Okay!

Yang Qi smiled and shook his hand to say goodbye, and when he left, he still turned around a few steps, looking at Zhou Axing, who was very similar to Zhou Xingchi, with a smile. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yang Qi walked around the park, which took about an hour, and by this time the red morning sun had already illuminated the east, so Yang Qi walked home unhurriedly.

When he got home, his mother Luo Shangmei was washing clothes in the yard, a big red basin, a red plastic washboard, and a small plastic stool under the buttocks, when Yang Qi pushed open the courtyard door, Luo Shangmei was scrubbing the clothes hard, and when she heard the sound of the courtyard door being pushed open, Luo Shangmei brushed her hair that hung down with her wrist that was not stained with foam, and when she looked back and saw that it was Yang Qi who came back, her brows furrowed.

"Xiaoqi, where did you go early in the morning? I just called you to have breakfast, only to see that there was no one in your room!"

"Wake up early in the morning, go out for a walk and get some fresh air!"

Yang Qi had a gentle attitude, and a faint smile habitually pursed at the corner of his mouth.

Luo Shangmei was slightly stunned when she saw it, she didn't see it clearly in the night last night, but at this time, when she saw Yang Qi's mature temperament, stable eyes, and faint gentle smile, she had a strange feeling.

She had the impression that her son rarely looked at her, and his eyes were always wandering, either looking to the side, or at the tiptoes, or at the sky, or not making eye contact with her.

There is always an expressionless face on his face, and his brows seem to be always wrinkled, but Yang Qi, who has just pushed open the courtyard door and comes in, has a stretched brow, his eyes are stable, although his eyes still give people a melancholy feeling, but his smile is refreshing and gentle, and the spirit of the whole person is very different from the past.

Such a son Yang Qi made her feel a little strange and a little gratified.

Perhaps, after last night's incident, my son is really much more mature.

"Breakfast is still hot in the pot, go eat it! Your sister Yingqiong has already taken it and gone to school! By the way, you haven't taken the morning medicine yet, right? Remember to eat some after dinner!"

Originally, she wanted to blame her son, but Luo Shangmei put it away, turned around and continued to scrub her clothes vigorously, but she didn't forget to care about Yang Qi.

"Got it, Mom!"

The smiling Yang Qi agreed, walked into the hall unhurriedly, walked into the kitchen, lifted the lid of the rice cooker, and saw that there was still a small half pot of pumpkin porridge left inside.

There were several large glass bottles next to it, with pickled cucumbers, mixed sauce, salt beans, and a large bottle of sauce that I don't know what it was, which looked purple-red.

I looked around the environment in the kitchen, the walls with white tiles, the floors with brown tiles, and the white stovetops, everything was half-old, but it was clean and tidy, and the hygiene was very good, and my mother was as diligent as he remembered.

Yang Qi was not a picky eater, he put a big bowl of pumpkin porridge, and ate the pickles in the large glass bottles on the stove, and after eating, he consciously washed all the dishes and chopsticks, including the dishes and chopsticks that his sister had eaten in the sink.

When I was done, I walked out of the kitchen and saw that the floor was a little dirty, so I went to get a broom and cleaned it again, and by the way, I went to the kitchen to get a rag and wiped the table of the Eight Immortals in the hall house.

When doing this, Yang Qi always had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He was used to doing these things since he was a child, and he used to rely on his grandfather for his life, and when he was a little older, he began to learn to do housework, and then the housework was basically all covered by him.

He is different from most young boys in the original world, not only is he devoted to cultivation, but he also rarely goes out to play, and in his free time, he either reads books or surfs the Internet to learn all kinds of knowledge and information, or tidies up housework and prepares three meals a day.

These are all things that grandpa has been cultivating since he was a child.

He remembered that when he was very young, his grandfather told him: "You have to do everything you can do by yourself! Grandpa can't take care of you for the rest of your life, you have to learn to take care of yourself! Otherwise, when grandpa dies, no one will take care of you!"

Therefore, Yang Qi is a good hand at housework.

Moreover, I did it carefully and carefully, and I couldn't see the slightest impatience.

Sometimes he thinks: Maybe my patience was developed from doing all those chores!

……

When Yang Qi was about to clean up the kitchen and the hall, Zhou Axing's family of four was eating breakfast around the table in the depths of an alley on another street.

Porridge, steamed buns, a few side dishes.

The atmosphere on the table was slightly silent, father, mother, sister, and Zhou Axing were all eating breakfast in a muffled voice, and only the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding on the table could be heard, and the sound of Xili snoring when drinking porridge.

For the Zhou family, this is just a very ordinary morning, the father, mother, and sister who need to go to work after breakfast are as usual, and they all talk very little, and Zhou Axing, who didn't talk much, was eating, suddenly raised his head, looked at his mother who was eating, and asked abruptly: "Mom! Do I have any brothers who are separated outside?"

"Aang?"

Zhou's mother suddenly heard her son ask this question, and stopped eating the steamed buns that had reached her mouth in astonishment, and looked at her son with a serious expression in confusion.

Zhou's father and sister also looked up in astonishment.

The serious expression on Zhou Axing's face made her sister Zhou Lan, who didn't know what to do, stunned, thinking that Ah Xing had found some evidence, and subconsciously looked at her mother and then at her father, her eyes full of doubts.

"Smack!"

After Zhou's mother understood, she knocked the back of Zhou Axing's hand heavily with the chopsticks in her hand, and reprimanded: "What nonsense? Your father and I gave birth to you and your sister! Where do you have any lost brothers outside?

Father Zhou glanced at Zhou Axing with cold eyes, lowered his head and continued to eat in a muffled voice, without making a sound.

But Zhou Axing is a straight person, and he was taught a lesson by his mother, but he still stiffened his neck and said with a serious face: "When I was practicing in the park this morning, a stranger suddenly came to ask me if my surname was Zhou, and he also said that he had a friend who looked very similar to me, and his surname was Zhou!

When he said this, Zhou Axing's serious eyes kept paying attention to his mother and father's faces.

Zhou Lan's mouth opened slightly, obviously surprised.

"Ah Xing, what you said is true?"

After asking, her puzzled eyes went to observe her parents' expressions again.

Father Zhou frowned slightly and raised his head again, carefully distinguishing Zhou Axing's expression, Zhou's mother was stunned, carefully looked at her son's serious expression, blinked, and slowly, also looked at her husband with doubtful eyes.

"The surname is Zhou! What is going on? Did you have another son with another woman outside behind my back?"