The leaves came in lightly from the railing of the school fence, and also fell on Jiang Yichen's black hair, and he reached out to take it down.

From seeing her brother there just now, Jiang Yichen dumped Chen Yu and waited at the school fence, watching her until Song Xin ran to chase her brother.

After a few minutes there, he seemed to be thinking a little before he left and walked to the school gate.

……

After returning home, Song Yuze parked the electric car at the door, and said to Song Xin: "Little ghost, you are on this way, you ask yourself, your conscience does not hurt, or what, your brother I have been waiting for you at the gate of your school for so long, you don't even have a thanks, and you are in the mood to laugh at me all the way." ”

Song Xin walked to the door with his schoolbag, opened the door and looked back at him: "Brother, I don't need a conscience for you, it was thirty minutes after you said it yourself, and I also explained just now that I was sweeping the floor." ”

When he was about to go in, Song Xin also gave him a grimace to stimulate him.

This little ghost is so angry that he really doesn't know how to say it, he doesn't answer the phone, and he doesn't reply to WeChat because he is sweeping the floor, won't he take a look at this sweeping? He waited there for more than ten minutes.

Song Xin's parents were at home this afternoon, because the unit was on holiday, so they stayed at home all afternoon.

Lan Ailan was cooking in the kitchen, and just as the soup was ready, she brought it out, and when she heard that they were back.

Lan Ailan saw Song Xin come in: "The stars are back!" ”

"Hmm~ Mom, I'm back." Song Xin put his schoolbag on the sofa and hurried over to the dinner table.

When she smelled the soup, she knew it was her favorite corn rib soup, as well as croquettes with lion's head, steamed sea bass, and large crab.

Lan Ailan put the soup on the table and compared the dishes and said, "Xingxing, these are your favorites made today!" ”

"Ah~, thank you, Mom!" Song Xin excitedly hugged Lan Ailan.

"By the way, Xingxing, how are you doing at your new school today?"

"Mom, it's good!"

Lan Ailan: "Okay, it's good, then go wash your hands, I'll go get the last dish and start the meal." ”

Song Yuze took the car keys, put them on the shoe cabinet, changed into home shoes, and when he heard the conversation between their mother and daughter, he was dissatisfied: "Mom, why are you so eccentric, do what that little ghost likes to eat, why don't you make what I like to eat." ”

Lan Ailan brought out the last dish, "Yu Ze, how old are you, I also sent a WeChat message in the afternoon to ask you what you want to eat tonight, you said it yourself, it's good to eat it." ”

Song Long, who came out of reading a book in the room, heard their voices as soon as they came to the door, and he opened the curtain of the room: "What your mother said, I can testify, you don't want it, and today is the day when the star goes to a new school, if you don't want the star, you can't be the same as you." ”

When Song Yuze walked to the meal, he felt as if he had been hurt 10,000 times, and sure enough, his status in this family was clear at a glance.

He said that casual is really casual, this has been a son for twenty-two years, can you not know what you like?

The family was sitting at the dinner table, and they were happy, Lan Ailan sandwiched a big crab for Song Xin, "Come, the stars eat this!" ”

"Okay, thank you, Mom!"

Song Xin sat opposite Song Yuze, and when Song Yuze saw that scene, he was so angry that his chopsticks were inserted on the rice, watching his mother clip the little ghost, and the little ghost showed off to him proudly.

When his father Song Long saw it, he shook his head, and it was already used to the appearance of their brothers and sisters, so he used chopsticks to clip a lion's head to Song Yuze: "Come on, Yuze, Dad will clip it for you!" ”

Song Yuze glanced at the lion's head in the bowl, and then deliberately said loudly: "Dad, thank you!" ”

Song Xin looked at it and gave Song Yuze a roll of his eyes: "Cut~, follow the fart!" ”

After eating halfway, Lan Ailan suddenly remembered something and asked Song Xin: "By the way, Xingxing, did you see Yichen in the new school today?" ”

Yichen? Jiang Yichen!

She didn't just see him, she was at the same table, and she couldn't see him.

Song Long was reminded by Lan Ailan, chewed his rice and said, "Yes, star!" ”

Song Yuze took a spoon and went to fill a bowl of soup, and when he heard them talk about this person, he was impressed: "Hey, parents, do you mean that Jiang Yichen who was at the same table with the little ghost sister in the third year of junior high school!" ”

In Song Yuze's eyes, this person was someone he had dealt with, and he had brought someone to find him at that time.

I heard that when I was in junior high school, I didn't learn anything well, and I was at the same table with his sister, and I either slept or played games every day, and sometimes I skipped school at every turn.

This is no different from him, except that he was absent from school at that time, and his IQ was one level higher than him, otherwise his university would have failed.

Now he can also go to work, and he was young and frivolous, but then the prodigal son turned back and worked hard to be admitted to Lanqi University.

Song Long: "Yes, that's it!" ”

Lan Ailan, a few days ago, Jiang Yichen's mother had sent a WeChat message, and she also knew that the school her daughter transferred to was the same as her son.