On the evening of March 7, it was dark early, and there was a movie theater across the street from the school.

Of course, I just said that there was a movie theater, and I didn't plan to go to it.

In the past, Xia Han staggered home with his sister when he got out of school, not to mention that Weiyang went back very early.

It was finally tied and the game was over.

Xia Han's game, especially in the last ten minutes, played very well, because.

He finally scored zero.

After changing clothes, I found that my stomach was empty, the time was already half past seven, and I arrived home after taking the subway for three stops, and when I entered the courtyard, I found that the lights in the restaurant were still on, so I dispelled the idea of going out to eat.

But as soon as I got to the front hall, I was bumped into by a strange furry thing under my feet.

"This, this is?"

"This is a puff, brother." Seiichi replied nonchalantly in the restaurant.

An Egyptian cat tickled around Xia Han's legs and jumped up the stairs after a few meows.

Puffs? Are all your names so sweet?

"You didn't just hug it, did you?"

"I bought it at the supermarket." Kiyoichi dozed off while drinking corn soup.

The spoon slipped from her hand, hit the table and hit the tableware with a clanging sound, Xia Han sat next to her and coughed lightly, suddenly forgetting Qingyi's perfunctory words.

"What about Weiyang? Have you eaten it? ”

Kiyoichi gently lifted his eyelids like a dozing animal, and closed his chin again.

In order to play a round game, Xia Han asked Yueji to heat the soup again, and asked if there was any food, Yueji said that Weiyang had instructed not to leave food for you, and Xia Han was asking Yueji who was the head of the family.

Then Xia Gongquan appeared at the door of the restaurant and coughed.

"Dad?"

"I'll go out with your mother for two days to do some foreign affairs, so you can do it yourself." Father said flatly.

What does it mean to be self-sufficient? Are you so worried about me?

"Oh yes Dad, it's ...... on the weekend"

"Xiao Xu told me, you should be careful on the road."

Didn't you agree so quickly? Why do I feel like I'm losing control?!

Xia Han was about to ask something, but his father's figure had disappeared.

"Brother, look, Sister Weiyang doesn't leave us food, so the two of us depend on each other." Qingyi showed a pitiful look.

That's it, this Weiyang, if it's too angry, it's too much.

"I'll go up to her and settle the score." Pretending to be fierce, Xia Han walked up the stairwell.

"What's the account?" Weiyang came out of the kitchen on the other side with a plate of noodles.

"No, nothing."

"Try it, I made the noodles."

"You have a lot of things to do, aren't you busy?"

"It's all done, the reports and homework are all there, and there's nothing to do, so try cooking." Weiyang pulled Xia Han to sit down on the main seat.

Xia Han had no choice but to put his angry eyes on Qingyi, so you little girl dare to play tricks on me!

Qingyi suddenly felt a little restrained and sat up straight, because Weiyang's sitting posture was very upright.

The smell of tobacco on his father's body was still there, and Xia Han was still reminiscing about his father's words, and he unconsciously became confused. Listening to Weiyang explain the weekend's itinerary, Qingyi asked if she could bring puffs, Weiyang gave her a look, and Qingyi left the puffs for Yueji.

"Senior brother, you'll catch a cold when you sleep here." Weiyang shook his shoulder.

Xia Han raised his sleepy red eyes, only to find that he was already lying on the dining table.

"Brother, I still have to discuss with you about my new book. Why don't you ignore me? ”

"Seeing that this cold weather continues, I will buy you a batch of stoves." Weiyang flipped out his phone.

It's too confusing these days......

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For about fifteen seconds or so, Weiyang rested his hand on Xia Han's head, then quietly took a deep breath and served him another bowl of mixed noodles.

"Also...... All right? Watching Xia Han use chopsticks to put the noodles into his mouth, Weiyang's mouth seemed to be stuck.

"It's okay, it's okay, brother, you don't have to be patient." Kiyoichi added when he saw this.

How to say it, eating this novice chef's mixed noodles, I feel like something has stirred my stomach, there is a black outline, periodically becoming distinct for a while, and blurring for a while, the more I want to determine the change in the outline of the stomach, the more uncomfortable the stomach and throat become, but looking at Weiyang's increasingly lost eyes, Xia Han had to close his eyes hard, imagining that he was eating something without taste.

Then desperately poured corn soup on himself.

"No, does it smell like anything?" Weiyang continued to ask.

"Yes, there is."

Seeing Xia Han's trembling teeth, Qingyi decisively pushed away the plate in front of him.

"Can you give me a score and let me refer to it?" Weiyang looked at him very seriously.

"It's not that it's not delicious," Xia Han had no choice but to play a round, "It's just that when I finished exercising, my taste system failed, so I might as well try it." ”

"I'm full, I'm full, I'm full."

Weiyang didn't say a word, ate a few bites of the bowl of noodles in front of him, showed a bitter color, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin on the table, and stood up without saying a word.

"It's still good." Xia Han suddenly came up with this sentence.

"yes, it's delicious." Kiyoichi followed along to explain.

Weiyang stood still with his hands folded, and suddenly felt like he was being left in a strange city.

This state lasted for ten seconds.

"You two go out to eat, I'll go buy a stove." After saying that, he disappeared at the door of the restaurant.

The brother and sister looked at each other, and Qingyi's little hand suddenly touched the back of Xia Han's hand, and then tapped it with his finger, and Xia Han woke up.

"Just now I thought Sister Weiyang was going to kill us. My brother said that the taste system was out of order, how bad it was. ”

Hehe, anyway, blame me.

I don't know if Weiyang ate it, but Xia Han was so hungry that he got up and went out, and Qingyi followed.

There is no activity on the football field today, the barbecue stall at the door has a pungent smell, and there is a soup dumpling shop in an alley, which Xia Han often went to when he was a child.

There were no more guests in the restaurant, only the familiar thin old man sitting, whether it was a plate fast dining table or a steel pipe stool, it was greasy, Qingyi grabbed the hem of his skirt with disgusted eyes, and had to sit aside when he saw his brother sitting down generously.

I ordered a basket of steamed buns and two bowls of white porridge.

Xia Han looked at the pedestrians and headlights coming and going outside, "Do you want to go on the weekend?" ”

In fact, I don't really want to go so far, only pineapple can drive, not to mention long-distance driving, the back and forth trip feels a little rushed, and I always feel that something is going to happen, so I give the choice to my sister.

"Yes."

"What is there to draw from in the mountains."

"What's there to run in the mountains."

It is.

"Do you feel sad to think that the future is the life of a writer?"

Somehow, he said it with a hint of sadness.

"No, it's not sad at all."

"Really?"

The hot buns were served, in fact, Xia Han understood that this was still the morning's buns, but his sister shouldn't have eaten them, he used chopsticks to flick the buns, and he didn't feel hungry.

"Brother, Sister Weiyang is also kind." Kiyoichi looked at him worriedly.

I always felt that she was too involved, and she was a little restrained by this, and maybe she started to try to distance herself again.

"It's good if she's happy."

"That's right," Seiichi carefully tore open the soup bag with his chopsticks, "Ah, it's a little hot." ”

Xia Han, who noticed this detail, nodded noncommittally, but he didn't dare to speculate and talk to the boss about family routines, what kind of nonsense about whether business has been good recently.

"Tell me about the idea of a new book." Xia Han took a sip of soup.

"Brother Kissed Me."

Burst......