Song Wanqing frowned and pouted, she was a little angry. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The occasional noise in the living room of slapping the table and complaining about the lack of goals made it impossible for her to calm down and think about a few functional problems that she didn't have a clue about.

This made her feel extremely bored.

Her father and brother were watching a football game, and she had no interest in football, but during the meal, she listened to her brother and father talk about the game with great interest, saying that it was a crucial game for the Chinese team, and that the Chinese team would definitely win by a big score.

However, listening to their voices at this time, they also know that the performance of the Chinese team in this game may not be optimistic.

"Football, football, what's so nice about a broken football!"

The noise in the living room did not stop at all, but seemed to have become more and more intense as time went on.

Originally, these few functional problems were difficult, Song Wanqing finally found some ideas, and was immediately interrupted by a lamentation that suddenly raised in tone, and she was already dissatisfied with the noise made by the two people in the living room, and her patience suddenly reached the peak.

She threw the pen she was holding on the table.

Then he stood up and rushed towards the living room, slammed open the door of his room, and yelled at the two people who were watching the ball: "Can you two be quieter!" People are doing their homework! ”

This sudden voice full of resentment made the expressions of Song Ci and Song Rugang suddenly suffocate.

Then they looked at each other.

After Song Wanqing finished saying this, she glared at her father and brother viciously, and then snorted, she didn't listen to what they said, so she walked back to her house without looking away, and then slammed the door shut.

Just when Song Wanqing closed the door of her room heavily, the door of the living room was pushed open.

An old man was crossing into the house from outside, and he was still humming an excerpt from the famous Peking Opera "Single Knife Meeting" with a little pride in his mouth.

Then, he heard Song Wanqing slamming the door.

His expression suddenly became serious.

"Dad, ...... you come back" Seeing the old man come in, Song Ci hurriedly stood up from the sofa.

However, the old man didn't eat him, he still kept a straight face, glanced at his son and his grandson, and then snorted, interrupted his son's greeting, and asked unceremoniously.

"Why did you two make Xiaoqing angry?"

This question made Song Ci and Song Rugang bitter.

They all know that Song Wanqing is the pearl of the palm in the eyes of the old man, baby pimple, it can be said that the old man loves the most, he is really afraid of falling in his hand, and he is afraid of melting in his mouth, if the family dares to make her unhappy, it goes without saying, there is no need to distinguish between right and wrong, and he will definitely eat the old man's meal immediately, and the scolded dog is bloody.

"Hey grandpa, you can't wronged a good person, how dare I mess with that little aunt and grandmother, I have been watching TV with my dad since dinner, and I haven't done anything!"

Song Rugang is very strong, tall, sturdy, only wearing a red vest, pieces of tanned black tendon flesh are exposed, he has been a soldier, and now he has recovered, he is a criminal policeman in the county criminal police team, his skills are extremely strong, and three or four people can't get close at all.

But now he was in front of his grandfather, just like a little sheep seeing a big tiger, and he didn't dare to speak out loud at all.

"Really, Dad, I've been watching the game since I had dinner with Gangzi, Wanqing has been doing homework in the room, and she hasn't come out, you really wronged us." Song Ci also hurriedly echoed his son's statement. Although he also said the same thing in the unit, in front of his old man, he didn't dare to breathe.

In the eyes of the old man, his daughter's study is the top priority in the family, and whoever dares to delay his daughter's college entrance examination is against his old man.

"Humph!"

The old man snorted coldly again.

He looked at his son and grandson, then at the color television that was still playing the game, and then sneered.

"Hey, you think I can't see it? You must have disturbed Xiaoqing's homework by watching the ball and making a big noise, otherwise she would have lost her temper so much? I've watched her grow up since I was a child, and I know best what kind of character she has......" As he spoke, the old man glanced at his son and grandson with some hatred and said.

“…… The two of you, one doesn't like to read, the other only grows muscles and not brains, and has not inherited my talent at all, finally our family has a small Qing, smart, and studious, can inherit my talent back then, the university entrance examination is our family's top priority, we must do our best to do a good job in the reserve army of the college entrance examination next year, we must not lag behind, you two are good, but make some mistakes in principle......"

Sure enough, after the old man understood what was going on, he unceremoniously criticized his son and grandson in harsh terms.

When the old man was young, he was a famous genius at Peking University and wrote a splendid article.

Later, he defected to Yan'an to participate in the revolution, and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, he has been serving in Ludong Province.

I just retired a few years ago.

Enjoy the treatment of the ministerial.

It can be said that the protégés are all over the world.

Song Wanqing's room.

She sat at the table, her mind was in a mess now, and she couldn't calm down to continue working on the difficult math problems, and she remembered that she still had an essay on 'time' that she hadn't written, so she took out her notebook.

The page that was turned happened to be the poem "Man Jianghong" written by Yu Zheng with a small title called "Stormy Sand".

Looking at the strong handwriting on her notebook, she couldn't help but silently read the poem again.

I thought about it as I read it.

To be able to write such a small poem, there must be a deep writing foundation.

Song Wanqing's mind involuntarily appeared at her tablemate, who seemed to be usually inconspicuous, and she couldn't connect her tablemate with her deep writing skills.

Then, with some curiosity, she tried to sketch a suitable 'portrait' of her tablemate.

Before today, in her impression, Yu Zheng had always been a very introverted person.

The grades are not good, and I rarely communicate with people.

Although the notes are very diligent, the grades just can't go up, and some obviously simple questions are as difficult as the sky under his pen.

This is really a person who doesn't particularly attract the attention of others, if it weren't for the fact that today he is very different from usual, like a completely different person's behavior, I'm afraid I won't pay too much attention to him, at least I won't think about such a strange boy in my room.

But today he seems to have a temperament that is difficult to describe, if I have to say, it is a rare and rare aura.

It seems to have seen through everything, and everything is under control of confidence.

This is how Song Wanqing feels.

She didn't know why she felt this way, and if she had to say it, it could only be a sudden intuition.

She felt amazing, she didn't understand, why a person's temperament, behavior, performance, in just one day, would change so much?

"Maybe he's watching the game at this time, right?"

She remembered that Yu Zheng was a football fan, and she had seen her tablemate reading some newspapers about football at the table during recess, but she was not very impressed, after all, she was not very interested in them.

Very suddenly, she remembered the sound of her father and brother sighing while watching the game.

"I'm afraid he's so lost now, right?"

Thinking about it, Song Wanqing's cheeks turned red unconsciously, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a very good-looking smile.