"Peshuo." After there were no students queuing up in front of the window, Song Xin looked at her son who came over to wash the dishes weakly, and said lovingly, "That boy named Qi Shunhua is tall and handsome, and he is upright, you have to get together with them more and make more friends." Don't be too closed-minded, don't be too scheming about us. ”

"Son," Bai Hongwei wiped the beads of sweat from his face and nodded in agreement, "I often see you alone, college mother, you have to make more friends and open your social circle, which will also help you find a job in the future." ”

"Well, I know Mom and Dad." Bai Bishuo lowered his head, the rag in his hand was dipped in dish soap and wiped the dishes in a circle, under the thick eyelashes, the deep pupils were full of helplessness.

When I was in high school, everyone fought together for the college entrance examination, and Bai Bishuo still had several like-minded friends around him, but he was not in the same place when he went to college later, and only occasionally contacted him by phone.

In college, Bai Bishuo's nerves jumped even tighter, in the university with good grades, good family background, and hard-working students, he did not dare to relax his requirements for learning, for fear that he would fall off the rank and not get a scholarship, and he would be worthy of the title of his own scholar.

There are no classmates around who fight like him, college, some people think that passing exams, making contacts, and finding a job are just fine, and there is no need to study like in high school, so Bai Bishuo lived the road of study alone. Only occasionally when I relax will play basketball and online games with my roommates, but very rarely.

As long as roommates and classmates have a party, they will definitely spend money, Bai Bishuo looked at his father and took out the crumpled RMB from his pocket, he couldn't bear to use it, so he never went out to play with them.

The roommates often come to Bai Xin's private kitchen to order food, and Bai Hongwei occasionally adds a dish to them without charging money, but Bai Bishuo has been staying in the kitchen to help. A relationship always needs to get along to change, so the relationship between him and his roommate has always been dull, not good or bad.

Bai Bishuo's life is to study in the morning, help in the canteen at noon, study in the afternoon, and eat in the evening, so he goes out to work part-time in sales. Sometimes he is tired, and when he wants to relax, his heart aches when he sees his parents standing at the window and working hard. I especially want to graduate early and find a job early, so that they can live a happy life as soon as possible.

"Teacher Jiang, Teacher Qi, Qi Shunhua and Qiqi." Lady Huang Jingyin waved her hand, "I'll go back to the dormitory to rest first, today's meal is delicious, thank you for your hospitality." ”

"Bai Xin's private chef's stir-fry is super delicious, you can bring more classmates." Qi Qi learned Qi Jiangao's tone.

Huang Jingyin looked at Qiqi, smiled and nodded.

"Remember to contact more." Jiang Mujin was still very satisfied with Huang Jingyin, and winked at her, asking her to remember to contact her son more.

"I will." Huang Jingyin smiled sweetly, his gaze stopped on Qi Shunhua for a few seconds, and then turned his head and walked towards his dormitory.

Qi Jiangao and Jiang Muhibiscus shared an umbrella and left first.

"Qiqi, go home." Qi Shunhua opened the umbrella and hit the top of Qiqi's head, and the two of them squeezed into a small black umbrella.

Qi Shunhua held an umbrella and gave all the shade to Qiqi beside him. He lowered his head and looked at the abrasive girl. He is about 160 tall, almost to his chest, with rounded limbs, not fat or thin, and he looks a little strong.

Noticing that Qi Shunhua was looking at himself, Qi Qi raised his head suddenly, pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment before asking in a low voice, "Did I do something wrong again?" ”

Qi Shunhua's right thumb and index finger were straightened, and the other fingers were bent into the palm of his hand, stuck on his forehead, shook his head and sighed in a low voice: "Qiqi, what should I do with you!" ”