Pushing open the gate of the Qin Mansion in Dyeing Autumn Mountain, the rockery in the courtyard that was collapsed by my father has been repaired, and the butterfly koi is still lively in winter, coming and going leisurely in the pond. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Qin Xin stepped into the hospital, but unexpectedly saw someone who was kicked out of the house for casually expressing opinions about juice.

The original grass under the trees in the courtyard turned into a black mire, and Qin Ye, who was reading a book with a book, slowly emerged from the mire. When he visited the Central Butterfly Affairs Hall, Qin Xin had already seen this means of movement, so he was not surprised.

When Qin Ye's whole person came out of the ground, the black mire under his feet disappeared without a trace.

Qin Ye, who was reading carefully, looked up and saw his eldest son pushing the door in, and immediately shook his body: "You son of a, do you still know how to go home!" ”

Qin Xin was speechless for a while, thinking to himself, Dad, can't you just say hello normally.

When he walked over and just wanted to speak, he saw Qin Ye take the book and look at it twice, and his right hand pointed out when the strong wind blew the sleeves of his robe, stopping in front of the tip of Qin Xin's nose.

"I still don't kneel down and kowtow to confess my guilt, it's miserable! He who has sinned against his father, and there is no one in heaven or on earth who can save him! ”

Qin Xin walked straight past him, as if there was only air around him, leaving the middle-aged middle two middle-aged man who had repeatedly read the book to confirm that his posture and tone were okay in the lonely cold wind.

"Mom, I'm back."

Push the door, take off your shoes, walk through the hallway, and enter the living room.

Zuo Ling, who was in a beige sweater on the sofa, glanced at him with his afterglow:

"Yo, sweetheart." After speaking, she continued to operate the tablet in her hand to flip through the information, leaving no trace of Qin Xin's attention.

Qin Li, who was sitting next to Zuo Ling, smiled and saluted the surprised old brother: "Yo, sweetheart." ”

"Brother, what are you doing!"

Qin Xin went over with a dark face and hugged Qin Li away, occupying the position on Zuo Ling's right hand on the sofa.

Zuo Ling's gaze was still not skewed at all: "Aunt said that there was a gift for me, so I appeared here." Unexpectedly, my aunt also dabbled in medicine, and there were many precious paper materials in the study, and the observation records of butterfly transformation of seriously ill patients in 70 years were so complete. I'm flipping through the catalog, and I don't plan to go back to the Imperial Capital today, and I don't plan to waste time. ”

"So, you shut up."

Qin Xin had no choice but to choke back the words that came to his lips, and then turned his face to Qin Li on the other side.

Qin Li's face was full of schadenfreude: "Hmph, miserable!" He who has offended me, there is no one in heaven or on earth to speak to him! ”

In the living room, I could hear my father yelling in the courtyard repeatedly, and it seemed that he was fascinated by the book in his hand.

Qin Xin knocked on his sister's forehead: "It's okay, don't always learn from your father, if you become a serious middle school girl, you will be as cool as the pathetic middle-aged man outside the door, so cool that you have no friends." ”

"I didn't keep learning from him."

"And said no."

Qin Xin recalled slightly, learning from Qin Li's indifferent tone when he talked to him on the phone in the morning:

"Decide what's right and what's wrong. Decide what will continue to exist and what will perish. ”

"You're almost as successful as Daddy."

"Nope!" Qin Li slapped him hard, as if he was a little sullen, "Shut up and drink juice!" She picked up the juice jug on the coffee table that hadn't moved much, poured Qin Xin a cup, and handed it to her hand.

The juice in the glass has the color of red agate, and when you smell it closely, there is a mixed fruity aroma.

This is the juice that mom made for the first time? Looks pretty good. It must be that Daddy is not happy to die, and he picks ...... eggs Qin Xin took a sip, as if the burning sensation of strong acid pouring into his esophagus interrupted his thinking violently.

It wasn't that he hadn't eaten bad food in the field of forest rangers, and there were no lack of extremely unpalatable kinds of living experiment materials left over from Zuo Ling's previous live experiments, but this glass of juice literally burned through the door of the new world on his tongue.

A murderous weapon of this magnitude was kicked out of the house just by complaining that it didn't taste good?! Father, you have suffered......

Qin Xin couldn't help but scream, so as not to alarm his mother, who should be in the kitchen, he just wanted to spit the juice in his mouth back into the cup, Luo Yu, who was dressed as a housewife wearing an apron, walked into the living room and smiled at him kindly: "Xiaoxin, is the juice delicious?" ”

Qin Xin's Adam's apple slid up and down once, thinking of the middle-aged man outside the door who was abandoned by the whole family, he resolutely leaned his neck and drank the whole glass of juice.

"It tastes great, Mom." Qin Xin smiled brightly and put the cup back on the table with difficulty. What kind of life did those test tubes in the laboratory that contained strong acid solutions live......

He looked at his sister who was smiling on the side, and his sunny smile became brighter: "Xiaoli, you can have a drink too." ”

The girl's face suddenly turned blue.

……

"This is your room?"

"Hmm." Qin Xin looked at the new double bed in his room at some point, and then looked at Zuo Ling beside him, and hummed with a complicated look in his eyes. My mother's arrangement was really the same as the juice she made, which caught people off guard.

Zuo Ling walked over and sat on the edge of the bed casually and patted, "Are you worried about what I'm going to do to you, sweetheart?" ”

Seeing her indifferent expression, Qin Xin relaxed, they had lived together for three years, and now the distance was just shortened. Moreover, the distance between me and her should have been much closer than before. It's just, will she like this kind of closeness.

"Ah, I'm so worried that I don't know what to do." Qin Xin sat down and held her hand.

Zuo Ling looked at him: "Then I have a solution here for reference."

When my aunt and I were chatting, she said that on a trip organized by the university, she and her uncle had to be assigned to a single room because a classmate who was there had blown up three-quarters of the mountain hotel by mistake. ”

"Anything like this?" Qin Xinqi said. Father, what did he do? Could it be that he captured the high ground in one fell swoop that night and laid a solid foundation for his appearance?

Zuo Ling continued: "My aunt slept peacefully that night, but my uncle did a night of push-ups on the floor next to him, and in the morning he crushed the overwhelmed floor, which was a little noisy. She glanced at the floor next to the bed, "The floor in your room looks solid." ”

Qin Xin suddenly felt that the poor worm who squeezed in at dinner was actually an unfathomable man.

"If you find it inconvenient, I can go to another room." His expectations were slightly disappointed.

"No, you have to be with me tonight."

Zuo Ling grabbed Qin Xin's hand, unquestionably serious.

Outside the window, the glimmer of the stars in the night sky flickered, and the pitch-black curtain was boundless, but there were always bright stars.

The sudden opening of the fluorescent lamp in the darkroom stung the drunkard's open eyes, and a glass of ice water poured on Goride's face three seconds earlier, awakening him from the endless fall and spin of his drunken dream.

"Hell, I'm not drinking with Lao Qin." The dull pain in my brain was still lingering.

The legs hanging from the thin chair in front of him stood up and walked towards him, a serious and disgusting face pressed down. He had seen this kind of face, and in many high-sounding people, the kendo club where he was in now was the most lacking in this kind of person.

"Mr. Goride, we might as well have a chat about your next match."

The lips on that face squirmed, and the voice and words were disgustingly serious.