When Yan Huo returned to the billiards hall, Xu Xing and the others had already played several rounds in turn.

"Ah Hui, why did you smoke a cigarette for so long?" Xu Xing greeted him, hooked Yan Hui and made a look, and several first-year high school girls at the table were very excited to see Yan Huo come back, pushing and pushing on the side, wanting to step forward but not daring.

Xu Xing recently had a girlfriend from his first year of high school, and he was tired of it, so every time they came out these times, they were accompanied by a group of freshman girls.

"Just go for a walk." Yan Huo was expressionless, knowing what Xu Xing meant, but he didn't want to cooperate with his thoughts, as if he hadn't seen the admiring eyes of those girls, he suddenly felt a little bored, and his mind instead printed Zhen Nuo, who was unpretentious in front of him and got along with him calmly.

After looking at the other moving blue dot on the phone, Yan Hui beckoned, "Let's go, it's late." ”

His Ms. Yang will fly back tonight, and he said he would be home.

When he thinks of his Ms. Yang, he has a headache, and when his father is not at home, he has an even more headache.

Yan Hui's house is in the center of the city, a quiet villa, and it is very convenient to go home.

Not long after he stepped into the house, Ms. Yang also returned, and when she saw that her son was really sitting on the sofa waiting for her, she enthusiastically stepped forward and gave her a fragrant kiss.

Yan Hui's face darkened, and he raised his hand to wipe his face, "Mom! How many times have you said, don't keep kissing me like you did when you were a child! A look of disgust.

His mother is good at everything, but he is too enthusiastic to resist, and he can't be offended, and he is spoiled by his father.

"What's wrong with my mother's kiss, it's really not cute at all when she grows up." Ms. Yang lives a happy life and is well-maintained, and she does not look like she is in her 40s at all, and people believe her when she is 30 years old. The only dissatisfaction is that her son has grown up and doesn't like to cling to her anymore.

"It's better to be a daughter, your daughter is your mother's intimate little padded jacket, why aren't you a woman?" Ms. Yang has complained for the Nth time. She always wanted to have another daughter, but her husband refused, she was frightened by the tragic situation when she gave birth, and refused to let her give birth again, for fear that she would not be able to bear her crooked entanglement, and she hid from everyone to do the ligation, which made her angry!

"You want your daughter to go to my dad, tell me it's useless." Yan Huo was indifferent, responded casually, and returned to the mobile phone, the mobile phone has been open to the software interface, and the little blue dot is moving very slowly, it should be a walk after getting off the bus.

Ms. Yang choked, glared at Yan Huo, and then happily asked her son, "Did you watch the performance, did your mother play well?" Is it recorded? ”

Ms. Yang is a well-known pianist, often playing all over the world, when Yan Huo was young, as long as there was a performance, she would bring Yan Huo to the scene in person, Yan Huo grew up, and needed to pay attention to her studies, so she had to watch the live broadcast of her performance on time in front of the TV, and also asked Yan Huo to record it.

She was inspired to train her son to become a pianist, and let Yan Huo learn piano since he was a child, but unfortunately Yan Huo learned it, but he was not very interested, and she has always been very frustrated about this.

"It's always available on the Internet, and no one can record it now."

"......" Ms. Yang was speechless and angry, and slapped Yan Huo's bare forearm mercilessly, "Then what should I do, it is impossible to have the same second performance." Ms. Yang has always believed that even if the same person plays the same piece of music, it is impossible to play exactly the same piece of music, because the mood is different, even if the mood can barely be the same, the subtle mood when playing the scene cannot be imitated.

Yan Huo sat indifferently and didn't feel pain, but felt that the little girl was afraid that she was not a snail and walked too slowly, or did she have returned home but forgot to send him a message?

The nanny Wang Ma, who sent warm water over, laughed at Yan Huo's stage and comforted Ms. Yang, "Ah Huo is hard-mouthed, I watched it, when Mrs. played, Ah Huo watched it seriously, and prepared the tape early to record it." ”

Yan Huo glanced at Wang's mother helplessly, Ms. Yang was happy and satisfied, and chattered about her son's recent life and studies, seeing that he was staring at his mobile phone from time to time, she asked suspiciously, "Are you waiting for someone's call?" How to keep staring at your phone. ”

It was already ten o'clock, Yan Huo hesitated to call Zhen Nuo, and when she heard Ms. Yang's question, she just said casually: "It's nothing." ”

But Ms. Yang is so easy to fool, her eyes scan her son up and down like radar, and finally sigh that her son is becoming more and more like his father, and she really can't see anything, so she has to gossip and ask: "Son, do you have a girlfriend?" If you really have a girlfriend, tell me, I'm very open-minded, as long as the other party is a good girl, my mother will not object. ”

The son is seventeen years old, and he looks so handsome, he has completely inherited the excellent genes of her and his father, and it is normal to fall in love or something, Ms. Yang thinks that she is still quite open-minded.

Girlfriend?

Zhen Nuo's little face suddenly flashed in his mind.

Yan Hui's heart moved, pinched his eyebrows like a disguise, and simply got up and went upstairs neatly, leaving only Ms. Yang with a very shocking word.

"It's late, you should go to bed, otherwise Lao Yan will come back tomorrow and see you haggard and decrepit."

Back in the room, Yan Huo sat on the bed, the mobile phone screen was on, the page stayed on a string of numbers stored in the mobile phone tonight, and her fingers hung above it for a long time, and finally decided to take a shower first, and then call her before she received her message.

Coming out of a cold shower as fast as he could, he picked up his phone and looked at it, prompting an unread text message, paused, but still hurriedly clicked on it.

It's her.

Tsk, it came so soon.

The content of the text message is ordinary and polite, only to say that she is sorry, she forgot to send a message, and she arrived home safely at nine o'clock, thank you for his escort tonight.

I really forgot.

Yan Huo stroked his smooth forehead, and suddenly smiled, his cold and clear face could deter people from approaching easily, but when he laughed, he was as dazzling and charming as the ice and snow melting, and the sun piercing the clouds.

Students' lives always pass very fast, and the time will soon reach the end of the month, Wednesday is the morning reading in English, Zhen Nuo sits behind the podium to supervise, but because the head teacher announced that the first monthly exam since the beginning of the school will be held in the next two days, everyone is reviewing separately below.

Zhen Nuo took a math problem book to do, and her only weakness was math, so she spent a lot more time on math than other subjects.

Especially the big question of proof later.

After performing it on the scratch paper a few times, the train of thought was still not right, and Zhen Nuo bit the pen in sorrow.

Yan Hui in the audience supported his left cheek, and his right hand skillfully and leisurely turned the black signature pen in his hand, but his eyes were locked on the small figure on the podium.

Xu Xing and Gu Zhifan showed off how cute his freshman girlfriend was, and inadvertently looked back to see Yan Huo laughing! I was so shocked that I forgot that I was talking.

"Ah Hui, what are you laughing at?"

Yan Huo paused, he was laughing?

But in an instant, he controlled his expression and said lightly: "I'm not out of balance in my facial muscles, can't laugh?" ”

Xu Xing, "No, it's ......."

It's just that...... You just smiled, looking at the old and uncomfortable in your heart, so tired and crooked, like seeing some kind of baby.