Song Yi finished washing up and walked to the refrigerator again. Opening the refrigerator door again, Song Yizai took a closer look at the contents of the refrigerator: except for eggs and some vegetables, they were basically some cooked food and the like.

I opened the freezer under the refrigerator, opened the drawers and looked at them one by one, and found that there were some bacon or something left in addition to quick-frozen dumplings and glutinous rice balls.

Song Yi gently closed the refrigerator door, reopened the upper door, took two eggs and a handful of vegetables, and turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Skillfully open the liquefied gas tank and boil the water. Song Yi took advantage of the fact that the water was still not boiling, washed the vegetables several times, and found a bag of opened noodles after a little rummaging.

"Zi-" The sound of the egg being cracked into the pan made a sizzling sound, and a unique aroma of fried eggs emanated.

After a while, two bowls of Yangchun noodles were cooked. Song Yi carefully brought the two bowls of noodles to the table.

After hesitating, he pushed open the door of Deng Ling's bedroom.

"I've cooked noodles, hurry up."

"Hey, if you don't eat for a while, it'll be mushy."

Seeing that Deng Ling still didn't react, Song Yi went over and gently pushed it, "Don't get up, I'll eat first." After pushing it a few times, seeing that Deng Ling still didn't react, Song Yi simply lifted the quilt to expose Deng Ling's head, "If you want to sleep, don't sleep like this, and you're not afraid of hypoxia." ”

"I'm sorry for you." Deng Ling's entire facial expression was particularly exciting, and he finally woke up in fragmented thoughts.

Song Yi sneered, in his opinion, the current Deng Ling was like a frog waking up from hibernation, especially the way Deng Ling stretched his waist, because he was bent over, it looked a little funny.

"Hurry up, the noodles won't taste good when they are pasted for a while."

"Okay, got it. How do you look like a little daughter-in-law. I talk about it every day, and I'm really afraid of you. ”

"Your uncle, you are the little daughter-in-law, you are a little daughter-in-law upstairs and downstairs, and you are a little daughter-in-law in the whole house." Song Yi turned around angrily and returned to the table and ate first.

Deng Ling, who had just rinsed his mouth, came to the table and glanced at the noodles on the table: the vegetables and fried eggs were very beautiful, and the noodles looked good.

"Can you? How do you do it yourself? ”

"What's so hard about cooking noodles? I'll be six years old. Song Yi took a sip of soup and glanced at Deng Ling, "You don't even wash up?" Bury the child. ”

"What do you mean by burying a child? Where did you learn these weird accents? ”

"Northeast dialect, praise you, bury the child."

"I've rinsed my mouth, and my breath is fresh." Deng Ling didn't care about Song Yi's eyes, and directly pulled out a stool and sat next to him.

"I believe you are a ghost, I didn't expect the suave Ling Shao to be so unkempt."

"It's really refreshing, I don't believe you smell it." Deng Ling tried hard to "ha".

"You go away, isn't it disgusting."

"Don't, you sniff." As if to prove that he wasn't lying, Deng Ling suddenly grabbed Song Yi's head and twisted towards him.

Song Yi didn't resist too hard because he was afraid of spilling the soup because he was holding the bowl with both hands, but he didn't expect Deng Ling to use too much force, and his angry mouth directly covered Song Yi's nose.

Both froze for a moment, then immediately separated.

"Your uncle, get out!" Song Yi angrily took Deng Ling's hand, took two pieces of paper from the carton on the table and wiped them around his nose.

"You can't blame me for this, it's you who don't believe it." Deng Ling was like a frightened bird, and his voice was much quieter.

"Eat quickly, I'll wash the dishes after eating, and since I don't have to go to the classroom, I'll go back to review."

"Don't, what's the hurry? Where is the revision different? Besides, two people review together in case there is something you don't understand, you can discuss it, you say, right? ”

Song Yi didn't answer, but ate the noodles by himself.

Deng Ling seemed to have forgotten the embarrassment just now, and suddenly smiled again, "I'll go, Xiao Gege didn't expect your craftsmanship to be so good, this bowl of noodles not only looks good, but also tastes so good!" ”

"Less, it's oil, salt, light soy sauce and vegetables and eggs, your expression is too exaggerated."

"Really, it's much better than my mom."

Song Yi turned his head to look at Deng Ling, "You should eat less instant noodles and quick-frozen food in the future, there is nothing nutritious." ”

"You're still worried about my nutrition?" Deng Ling reached out and touched Song Yi's head.

Song Yi subconsciously leaned to the side, "I'm serious, don't make trouble." ”

"Yes, yes, I won't eat it in the future." Deng Ling's expression suddenly sank, "Alas, my parents are busy with their own careers, and they basically don't care much about me, and most of the time they ask a nanny to come over to help." ”

"Where's the babysitter?"

"I asked my mother to fire, anyway, when I'm hungry, I'll go out and eat casually, and if I don't want to move, I'll cook instant noodles and dumplings or something. What are you wasting that money for? ”

Deng Ling's tone was flat, as if he had long been accustomed to this kind of life, "Actually, it means that they go on a trip, not to run their own relationships, my mother doesn't need to say it, my dad is engaged in those projects, and it is rare to come back a few times a year, hehe." ”

"Oh......" Song Yi didn't know what to say. In Song Yi's opinion, Deng Ling's family is good, he doesn't have to worry about food and clothing, plus he has excellent grades and is another talent, he should be the kind of child who lives a very happy life, but he didn't expect that he was alone most of the time.

In contrast, Song Yi feels that he is very happy, although his parents have been divorced since he was a child, his mother is always by his side, and he has 100% maternal love without father's love.

"Deng Ling." Song Yi called softly.

"Huh?" As soon as Deng Ling's mouth was stuffed with noodles, he hummed suspiciously, and turned his head to look at Song Yi.

"In the future, if your parents are not at home, you can come to my house for dinner." Song Yi was a little embarrassed, but this thought popped out of his head, "Anyway, it's just my mother and me, one more person and one more pair of chopsticks." ”

"Okay, okay, Teacher Song won't have an opinion, right?" Deng Ling was overjoyed, and swallowed the noodles before he had time to chew them.

"No, my mom wishes I had more friends." Song Yi smiled faintly.

"It's easy to say, then a friend like me, my aunt must like it, she is excellent in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, beauty and labor, and she is handsome......"

"Come on, Auntie, you're quick to change your mind."

"Haha, that's, there is food, don't call me aunt, let me call mom."

"Get out, don't scream." Song Yi gently pushed Deng Ling angrily. Since coming to Hengyang No. 4 Middle School, entering the 190th class of the first year of high school, and knowing Deng Ling, Song Yi feels that the haze in his heart seems to be slowly dissipating, and this person shines into his heart like a ray of sunshine......

The final exams are finally over, and it is not difficult to see from the expressions on the faces of the students that there are some joys and some sorrows.

It was supposed to be a holiday, but this year the high school has to make up classes, until the day before Chinese New Year's Eve, which is equivalent to two weeks of classes to be attended. When they heard the news, I am afraid that all the students except Zheng Rongrong will collapse.

For Deng Ling, every day is no different, he is not worried about the content of the make-up class at all, anyway, during the winter vacation, his mother will definitely ask a tutor to help him make up the class alone. The only difference is that Deng Ling, who is in a very good mood every day.

"Auntie, you look good today, and you're young again." When Deng Ling was still changing his shoes at the door, he looked at Song Yushan with a sunny smile on his face.

"Haha, Deng Ling is here, come in, Auntie bought oranges, they are very sweet, you wash your hands and peel a few oranges to eat, Auntie will cook." Song Yushan smiled and tied her apron and turned around and walked towards the kitchen, it could be seen that Song Yushan was indeed in a good mood. After all, no matter what age a woman is, someone praises her and she is worth being happy about.

"Okay, Auntie is so nice! I love you so much. Deng Ling said as he urged Song Yi, who was still taking off his shoes in front of him, "Xiao Gege, hurry up, do you want my brother to help you take it off." ”

"Hey, hey, you're going too far!" Song Yi changed into slippers and put the shoes on the shoe rack, "This is my home, why are you getting more and more familiar?" ”

"Don't you see that Auntie likes me very much?" Deng Ling changed his slippers a few times, hooked his shoes with two fingers and handed them to Song Yi, and then ran to the kitchen in small steps.

Song Yi rolled his eyes speechlessly and put Deng Ling's shoes away, and heard Deng Ling's voice washing his hands in the kitchen from a distance, "Auntie, do you want me to help wash it?" I'm always helping out at home, so you're welcome. ”

"Here we go again." Song Yi silently spit out, "I still help at home every day, I'm really embarrassed to say." Thinking of the last time he was at Deng Ling's house, Deng Ling threw his jacket, pants, underwear, underwear, and even socks into the washing machine, Song Yi looked disgusted.

"Heh, I don't know who it is, I can't wash an apple, I'm really embarrassed to say that I went to the kitchen to help......" Song Yi only dared to whisper on the side. He didn't know where Deng Ling, a kid, made his mother like it so much.

Song Yushan's voice came from the kitchen, "Deng Ling, you go to watch TV, Auntie is doing a lot faster by herself, go ahead, go eat oranges." ”

The two of you came and went politely to me for a few rounds, Deng Ling had no choice but to come out of the kitchen with a polite smile, "Okay, Auntie, if you need help, call me, I'll go out first." ”

"Go ahead, your parents are really blessed to have such a good child."

Seeing Deng Ling smiling like a pumpkin flower, Song Yi sarcastically said angrily: "Yo, the good boy is here, do you want to eat oranges?" ”

"You are jealous, Chiguoguo's jealousy, I don't have the same knowledge as you." Deng Ling looked like "I am the most favored", shook his head proudly and walked to the front of the coffee table, bent down and took an orange from the fruit plate.

"Don't get in my way from watching TV."

"Yo? How old are you? Still watching cartoons? ”

"You have to take care of it." Song Yi watched the cartoons on TV seriously, his expression was focused, and he looked much more serious than listening to the lecture.

"Brother is in a good mood today, so I'll take care of it with you." Deng Ling sat directly beside Song Yi, and moved his butt to Song Yi's side.

"Why do you have to squeeze over such a big sofa." Song Yi angrily pushed Deng Ling with his elbow.

"It's a good location, the best place to watch a movie." Deng Ling let Song Yi push him without skin and face, but he didn't move.

"I'm afraid of you." Song Yi moved to the side and continued to focus on watching TV.

Deng Ling looked at Song Yi's focused appearance, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily grinned......