Originally, because Yang Zixia was pestering him at school, he finally returned home, back to the place where his sister's breath once existed, and the mood was once again rainy and sunny.

The appearance of my father, as if the thunder from afar, once again heralded the imminent arrival of a dark rain.

Lin Xiaochuan felt very unhappy in his heart, but it was inconvenient to show it in front of his new classmates, so he just silently crossed his father's body and slipped into the house.

From the very beginning, Peng Xuesong was sweating in his heart. But fortunately, Lin Xiaochuan did not lose his rationality and became agitated.

Watching him take unhappy steps and flash into the house quickly, Peng Xuesong bowed to his father, and after bending over, he chased forward to share the sorrow of Lin Xiaochuan surging out like a spring.

Although the three girls saw Lin Xiaochuan's strange temper again, standing in front of the adults at the moment, they only held the surprise and dissatisfaction in their hearts in their stomachs, and did not show too much.

"Come in, please!" Lin Xiaochuan's father is tall and big, with a pair of thick glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his hair looks a little messy, and he may not have taken care of it for a day or two, but it has not reached the point of being sloppy.

My father was wearing a gray woolen sweater and a pair of faded old jeans, looking very relaxed and comfortable, but he didn't look like a leading cadre running around, but he felt like a man who took care of his family.

The three girls, seeing such a mature, steady, tall, and successful man, each had crooked thoughts in their hearts.

Yang Zixia walked into the house in two or three steps, looking at the interior decoration and furnishings, which was extremely envious for an ordinary person who lived in the commercial housing in the town all the year round.

The soft carpet under your feet, as if stepping on the back of a bear, contains infinite tenderness in the down-to-earth touch. Some imitation blue and white porcelain is intertwined with the structure of the interior wood-carved corridor, and in the simple rhythm of modern life, it infiltrates the elegance of traditional customs.

Peng Shan also followed Yang Zixia's pace and came to her side, as if she was still a little shy, it was the first time she had seen such a big family.

And the moment Lin Xiaochuan saw his father, he had already forgotten the three girls who followed him from his mind. His father's stimulation of his nerves always wiped out all the influence that Lin Xiaochuan had exerted on him.

As soon as Lin Xiaochuan entered the house, he disappeared into the living room on the first floor and came to the bedroom on the second floor. Peng Xuesong also stepped on the stairs and followed.

"You look so familiar!" The three girls were all revolving around Lin Xiaochuan's father at the moment, and they didn't have the heart to pay attention to where Lin Xiaochuan disappeared.

"Oh!" Lin Xiaochuan's father, listening to the compliments of these girls, was very comfortable. I didn't expect that I was forty or fifty years old, and for these little girls, I still have such a great charm, "Maybe my parents all over the world have the same face!" ”

"Nope! No! No! Yang Zixia resolutely objected, for such a handsome man, she was never willing to accept him as just a father.

However, she circled around Lin Xiaochuan's father, and looked up and down carefully, but she still didn't know where this familiar feeling was left.

And at this moment, looking at Yang Zixia and Peng Shan, they seemed to rack their brains and didn't figure it out after all, Shen Mengwen, who was standing aside with two dimples on her face, smiled even brighter.

"Are you—Yumegawa?" Shen Mengwen woke up the person in the dream with a word.

"Oh!" Lin Xiaochuan's father pretended to be modest, and smiled, "That's the pen name I wrote!" ”

"That's right!" Yang Zixia was said by Shen Mengwen, and finally understood where this inexplicable familiarity came from, "You are an author in our Chinese textbook, and your work has your portrait next to it, I just read it recently!" ”

"O great god!" Yang Zixia instantly held Lin Xiaochuan's father's huge right hand, and her two small hands were like petals, sticking to the lotus leaves after the thick autumn.

"Maybe you'll win the Nobel Prize for Literature in the future! And I have the privilege of seeing you today! ”

Seeing that Yang Zixia had already taken the lead and held the hand of the great god, Peng Shan was willing to fall behind, and was anxious to find pens and paper from her body and around, asking the great god to autograph them personally.

However, when you go out shopping on vacation, who would still carry this kind of thing on you. Looking around at the furnishings of Xiaochuan's house, Peng Shan didn't dare to touch other people's things at will, and now she was jumping around excitedly on the spot.

I didn't expect that the current author can still get such a lofty status in front of readers, and I'm afraid that only these middle and high school students will still have such a mood.

Lin Xiaochuan's father fell into a reverie for a while, is the Nobel Prize in Literature? It is true that when I was young, I had boldly fantasized about this kind of thing, but in recent years, the older I have been, and the more mature I have seen the situation in the world, these floating names have long been unmoved.

Lin Xiaochuan's father didn't expect his son's classmates to be so enthusiastic about him, but at this moment, he looked up to look for his son again, and sure enough, the son himself didn't know where to hide, probably hiding in his upstairs bedroom.

"You guys have fun at home!" Lin Xiaochuan's father looked at the three female students still surrounding him, "I'll go out and buy some vegetables, and I'll stay at home and eat together." ”

Originally, when I came to someone else's house, even if it was a polite word, I had to refuse the kindness of others.

But now the identity of the protagonist is too bright and blind, and Yang Zixia is reluctant to say that polite word no matter what, so that the great god will continue casually: "That's it!" Then I'll have to wait for next time! ”

No, you can't wait for next time! The ghost knows when Lin Xiaochuan will bring himself to his house as a guest again, if he is not skilled this time, how can he win such a rare opportunity for himself.

Yang Zixia is like a kitten, not only holding Lin Xiaochuan's father's warm big hand, but also rubbing her face on other people's hands.

Peng Shan also wanted to hold Lin Xiaochuan's father's hand, but in comparison, she was still not as presumptuous and bold as Yang Zixia, so she had to look at Lin Xiaochuan's father on the side, like another cat, with tears in her eyes.

The winner of the future Nobel Prize for Literature should cook by hand at this time and keep himself for dinner. In an instant, the reason why Lin Xiaochuan had come here had been rushed to the top of his head like a rocket, and the sublimation had disappeared from his mind.

Seeing that Yang Zixia was getting more and more bold in Lin Xiaochuan's house, the two girls behind her slowly let go, sitting on the sofa watching TV, and flipping books on the shelves.

It wasn't until a while later that the three girls slowly realized.

I'll go, what about the people of Linxiaochuan?