"......" he clasped his hands, his mind quickening in confusion.

Tao You, who entered the elevator here, was not much better, puffing out his face like a pufferfish.

- So they are now the two sides entering the Cold War by default?

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After entering the house and changing his shoes, Song Yimian didn't bother to say hello to Song Xiao'an and Song's mother, who was watching TV on the sofa, and went straight into his room, 'clicking' and locking the door.

"Song Yimian? Brother?" Song Xiaoan followed behind Song Yimian and didn't even respond to a few screams.

Holding the hand holding the apple, he was just about to gossip about whether he was happy with Tao You today, when he saw the door slamming in front of her, and slowly pressed his intact nose and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong? What's going on?!" Father Song heard the sound and walked out of the study, taking off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with one hand, "Xiao An, what are you doing standing stupidly at the door of your brother's room? I don't wear shoes, but I come back and put them on." He took a cup of tea and took a sip.

Mother Song calmly swallowed melon seeds, went to Song Yimian's room and lowered her chin, and her eyes were still fixed on the villain No. 1 who was about to complete her great cause on TV, "Your son."

"What's wrong with him?" Father Song looked back at Song Yimian's door suspiciously.

Song Xiaoan then interrupted, "Come to the eldest uncle."

Song's mother was taken by Song Xiaoan this year, and she surfed the Internet a lot, and she knew a little bit about these Internet words, so she looked at Song Xiaoan and smiled tacitly.

Father Song didn't understand the Internet vocabulary of these young people, and because he was tired from work, his brain couldn't turn around, so he turned his head to look at Mother Song, "Uncle?!"

"He, when did he arrive? Why don't you say it in advance, have you had dinner? Why don't you call me?" He subconsciously put his hand on the neckline and wanted to arrange the tie, only to remember that it was at home, wearing warm home clothes.

"In Xiao Song's room, right? I'm going to say hello." As soon as he got up, he was pushed down by Song's mother, sat back on the sofa, and bounced up and down twice.

Song Xiaoan saw Song's father's bewildered expression, and reclined on the sofa and laughed triumphantly.

Mother Song rolled her eyes and stuffed a handful of peanuts into Song's father's hand, "Where did you come from, brother-in-law, where did they come from, look at the report and confuse your brain."

"I'm ......" Father Song scratched his head and thought for a few seconds before he reacted, "Yes, there is no aunt." So, what did Xiao An say......

Song Xiaoan tilted his head to look at the puzzled Father Song, felt a little bored, and explained to him, "Oops, it's some Internet terms now, the metaphor is the same as a girl's menstrual period, simply irritable, at this time, let's not bother him."

"Feeling bad?" Seeing that this was the reason, Song's father was not in a hurry, he sat down on the sofa leisurely, peeled peanuts, watched the plot played halfway through the TV, tilted his head and asked, "When did our son become so emotional?" Hasn't he always taken the introverted, unpredictable route?"

After the TV series finished broadcasting, it entered a long advertising period, and Song's mother immediately changed to another TV channel, seamlessly connecting with another TV series that had just ended the commercial.

Thinking that Father Song squeezed her, he slapped him to the other side with his elbow, "You ask me, who will I ask!" In the past, the sofa was so big, and it was always crowded with *** something!"

Father Song obediently moved half of his butt to the side, and then put it next to Mother Song again as if unintentionally.

On the contrary, Song Xiao'an, half-lying on the sofa, thoughtfully nibbled on an apple, stared at the closed brown-red wooden door for a long time, and said slowly, "It is likely to be related to what happened during the day today."

"It's as if you didn't say that," Father Song handed her a small handful of peeled peanuts, "Your brother is fine when he goes out in the morning, isn't it just that something happened outside."

After speaking, he handed another handful of peanuts to Song's mother, and he didn't eat one.

Mother Song finished knocking a handful of melon seeds and took a picture

patted the ashes on his hands, drank a sip of flower tea and rinsed his mouth to relieve his greasy, "Didn't he go out to study with Xiao You today, he wouldn't be angry with Xiao You." Is there something wrong with your studies?"

"I don't think it's a big deal," Song Xiaoan handed his parents a "relieved" look, "Just give him some time to think clearly."

After all, it is his own son, rest assured, and he can't ignore anything, Song's mother was a little worried, "What do you mean to give him some time to think clearly? Xiao An, do you know something?"

"He won't...... Got into some trouble out there, right?" Mother Song remembered the news she had only seen during the day, and her heart trembled, and she had no patience to watch the plot carefully.

The more Song Yimian grew up, the more he refused to chat with them openly, except for some big decisions, other harmless little things, Song's father and Song's mother let him solve it by himself, they gave Song Yimian enough personal space, and also exercised his ability to distinguish right from wrong.

But fortunately, he can handle things well every time, and his family has always been very reassuring to him.

It is precisely because of his maturity that Song's father and Song's mother occasionally forget that he is just a high school student.

"Probably not." Father Song hesitated to speak, and gave a handful of peeled peanuts to Song's mother to refill.

"Something must have happened." Song's mother said, not forgetting to pause the TV, and uncomfortably stuffed the remote control board into her pocket, and was about to get up and knock on the door to ask.

Although she knew that Song Yimian could handle a lot of things by herself, she didn't have to worry about them, but as a parent, she couldn't really just ignore it.

When he passed by Song Xiaoan, he was hugged by her waist and dragged down to sit on the sofa.

Mother Song exclaimed in fright, "What's wrong?!"

Song Xiaoan raised his hand to rub away the wrinkled lines between Song's mother's eyebrows, "Mom, don't worry, your son......

"At most, adolescence has a little secret of its own." She deliberately lowered her voice at this point, which seemed a little ambiguous, "Teenagers of this age...... Mom, you get the idea." She winked at Song's mother.

Song's mother has a little bottom in her heart, as long as it doesn't cause anything bad and hurt her health and safety.

Wait a minute!

She hadn't tapped her head twice before she suddenly came to her senses.

Does her son have someone he likes?!

"Really?!"

Song Xiaoan didn't dare to be Song Yimian's master, let alone guess his thoughts, but he didn't expect that if he was playing casually, Song's mother would really listen to it.

She sneered twice, nibbling on the apple with only one pit left, her heart pounding, and muttered, "I, I don't know......

There are only three big words left in my heart-—-— help me, help me, help me... ….

Mother Song couldn't listen to other words at this time, and she was full of thoughts, "My own kid has been asked for so early", she is also worried about Song Yimian's character of not being close to anyone, no girl can stand it.

It's just that the surprise between the eyebrows is fleeting, and the next second he frowns worriedly, and sorrow creeps up his eyebrows.

Why is it at this critical moment?

She wasn't afraid that Song Yimian would delay her studies, she was afraid that her son would delay the little girl.

Although she is not the vicious mother-in-law in the bloody TV series, there are still some things that have to be explained to them clearly to make them have points in their hearts.

"Xiao An, do you know who that little girl is?" She held Song Xiaoan's hand, and there was no trace of joy in her eyes, as if she was going to go to the girl's house to reason with someone in the next second.

Although Song Xiaoan has a big heart, she doesn't dare to talk nonsense about this kind of thing.

And although the family is not so strict with this kind of thing, they are not sure how generous they are, and then they remembered what they wanted to keep secret, so they kept their mouths shut, just shook their heads and said that they didn't know anything, hoping that Mother Song could stop there, otherwise she would really be miserable......

Mother Song knows Song Xiao'an's temperament well, "You every day

Hanging out behind your brother's ass, wouldn't you know?"

Song Xiaoan still shook his head like a rattle.

It's wrong to go out with her, I knew that she would stay at home honestly.

"Double your pocket money, you don't want that to be called a cigarette...... Something, it's a full set of manga!" Mother Song tempted Song Xiao'an, thinking that Song Yimian had promised her some benefits, so she was so tight-lipped, after all, she didn't have such a thing when she was a child.

saw that Song Xiaoan still closed his eyes and shook his head.

Not allure enough?

"Two sets of comics?" Mother Song continued to increase the amount, anyway, it is not up to her to decide whether it can be achieved by then.

She controls the total cost of the family, and the general direction is ......

The small matter of the two children's pocket money, which is subdivided, has always been in charge of Song's father......

Father Song, who knows his wife very well, is also watching from the wall at this time, swallowing melon seeds seriously, staring at the advertising words that pop up in the middle of the TV with his eyes like torches, and tacitly cooperate.

"Twenty more minutes a week to watch TV."

"Can you hang out twice a month?" "New phone?"

"Don't want a tablet?!"

Mother Song kept increasing the amount, not weak at all, not hesitating, anyway, these are all Song Dad is making rules for them, and she said that it is her business......

But Song Xiaoan has been indifferent, and he has made up his mind to pretend to be stupid.

In the face of this large number of temptations, Song Xiaoan gritted his teeth hard, retained the last bit of righteousness and cowardice in his heart, and shook his head vigorously, "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know anything, don't ask me, I'll go back to study."

She still has to find time to say hello to Song Yimian, don't really misunderstand because of her.

It's weird, doesn't Song Xiaoan really know?

Mother Song looked at Song Xiao'an who ran back to the room to escape, the more she avoided like this, the more Mother Song felt that there was a bigger problem.

"Probably not!" She watched the brainless comedy suspended on TV, because of a misunderstanding, the male protagonist and the second male protagonist who maintained an ambiguous posture, an outrageous idea popped up in her mind, but for Song Yimian slamming the door and returning to the room, Song Xiaoan's absolute attitude of refusing temptation to keep secrets is not so outrageous.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey......" Dad Song picked up the remote control board that fell on the sofa, and just pressed a button that looked like it was going to continue playing, and the TV automatically jumped directly to a variety show, and he looked at the few people playing treasure on the TV, and laughed inappropriately.

Mother Song's thinking was interrupted, and she threw over a pillow in annoyance, "Smile and smile, what's so funny!"

"You don't care about your son at all!"

"Is the TV that good?! Your work for today is over?! The meeting is over?! Laughing like a fool!"

The melon seeds were sprinkled all over, and Song's father watched Song's mother take back the remote control board and change the channel very innocently, not knowing what he had done wrong.

She started watching the TV first, and the channels were automatically redirected by the TV......

Didn't he just laugh twice......

"There's never enough work to do. That's not what you said." Father Song picked up the melon seeds that fell to the ground and retorted in a low voice, "Why don't I care about my son anymore."

Anyway, he couldn't come up with a way to achieve it, so he simply threw the question to Song's father, "Then tell me, what should I do next?"

Dad Song put down the melon seeds, "If there is a problem, you have to find the source of the problem, whoever he went out with today, ask whomever he wants."

"Xiaoyu?" Song's mother clapped her hands, "Yes, isn't it Xiao You who spends the longest time with her son every day, she must know."

Father Song felt the squirming of his stomach and asked weakly, "My son is also back, ...... we have dinner."

"Order takeout, I don't want to do it." Mother Song waved her hand, thinking that Tao You and Song Yimian were tired from going out for a day, and nothing was bad for a while, so I would say hello tomorrow, "Order me a salad, I'll lose weight."

Dad Song resigned himself to operating on his mobile phone, "Then you give me some money, you haven't given me pocket money this month......

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Song Yimian returned to the room, threw down his schoolbag and went into the bathroom to take a hot shower, trying to wash away the irritability in his heart.

I changed my clothes and sat at the table, I didn't know anything about what was happening in the living room, let alone the complicated and tangled mood of Mother Song just now.

After reviewing it for a long time, I can't think of anything unhappy about today's day, why Tao You is not happy when he goes home.

Bother!

He opened his bag and prepared to do some homework to calm himself down.

As soon as I opened the textbook, I saw the photo that was sandwiched in the middle of the way.

He unconsciously reached out, and his warm fingers caressed the photo that had been folded up by him.

That faint emotion came to his heart again, Song Yimian closed the book, felt that the room was very stuffy, and he was almost out of breath, he got up and vigorously pushed open the window.

The wind at night was a little colder than in the early morning, and although he quickly closed the screen, small flying insects flew into the room and instantly gathered under the lamp.

The cold wind blowing on his face didn't make him feel better, but he could breathe, and he waved his hand under the lamp irritably, driving away the group of disturbing little flying insects, leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking.

"Ding-dong."

I don't know how long it took for my phone to receive a message.

Song Yimian turned over and lay on the bed to take the charged mobile phone, and after seeing the news, he threw down the mobile phone and sat back in the chair.

It was Song's father who asked them what they wanted to eat in the group.

Song Yimian still has any mind to think about delicious food at this time, whatever you want to eat, forget if you don't have it, you won't starve to death if you don't eat a meal.