「...... This is the new dictionary, just bought, not broken." Song Yimian couldn't listen to others say that his book was broken, not even a dictionary.

Mother Song heard a lot of movement in the kitchen, and trotted over with a spatula, "What's wrong? What's wrong? What are you yelling about? Who is sick? Something that can't be broken."

Mother Song is always on the front line of family gossip, even if it is stir-frying, it can't be delayed, and it's a big deal to lose a bowl of vegetables at noon.

After what happened a few nights ago, she is now more concerned about Song Yimian's movements, and she guesses that it is not enough to observe for a few nights, so she called Tao You over today and prepared to ask carefully.

Song Yimian turned his head and said lightly, "It's okay. She's crazy."

"Oh." Song's mother heard that Song Xiao'an was "crazy" every day, and she was even a little disappointed when she left, "Hurry up and change your clothes and come out to help, Xiaoyou is coming."

"You go out, I'm going to change my clothes." Song Yimian took advantage of the situation to drive Song Xiaoan out.

After closing the door and locking it uneasily, Song Yimian returned to his seat, opened the dictionary again, turned to the page he was reading just now, found the phrase he had just checked, and began to wander again.

It shouldn't have been long before he heard the sound of the door opening outside the house, followed by Song Xiaoan's shouts.

Then, I heard Tao You's name.

Only then did he remember that the clothes he was going to change were still in the closet and had not been selected......

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"Little Yu is here." Mother Song heard the movement at the door, poked her head out of the kitchen, and said with a smile, "Sit down for a while, and you will be able to eat soon."

"Sister Xiaoyou, you're finally here! I haven't seen you for a few days, why haven't you and my brother gone out to study these days?" Song Xiaoan enthusiastically pulled Tao You to the living room, and he didn't stop from the moment he saw her, "Let me tell you, Song Yimian is just wrong, I went to his room just now, and I thought he was looking at something, and it turned out to be a dictionary, a dictionary!" A broken dictionary that he hid and wouldn't let me read......

"Sister Xiaoyou, you can eat the fruit you just bought."

"He's in the room?" Tao You bit down on a small piece of apple that Song Xiao'an fed, and asked a little unnaturally.

- Listen to what kind of nonsense you are talking about, there is no Song Yimian here, where else can you be if you are not in the room.

"Change your clothes." Song Xiaoan nodded nonchalantly, and continued what he hadn't finished, "I thought he was hiding some kind of unsavory magazine, but it turned out to be a broken dictionary!"

After Tao You listened, she hooked her lips and smiled cooperatively, she tried to focus her attention on Song Xiaoan, but her eyes just couldn't control and drifted towards the heavy door behind Song Xiaoan's head.

Song Xiao'an finished chewing a section of sugarcane, licked his tongue that had been broken by the sugarcane skin, found that Tao You's heart was absent-minded, and thought of Song Yimian's strange appearance, and asked in a low voice, "Sister Xiaoyou, you and my brother...... Got a conflict?" She found a more appropriate word, "Did he you off?".

「...... No, no." Tao You looked away and whispered weakly, worried about whether she would see something.

Song Xiaoan spat out the crushed sugar cane in his mouth, "Then you won't be in touch for a few days."

- I don't know what to say when contacted.

"Click." The door opened, and Song Yimian walked out neatly dressed.

Song Xiaoan turned around, saw his well-dressed appearance, and raised his eyebrows.

"Yo," she couldn't help but quip, "whose peacock is on!"

He had been in his closet for a long time before he came up with this one—a high-necked gray shirt over a camel wool coat and a new pair of dark slacks underneath. Even every strand of hair was deliberately placed in the bathroom.

When I changed my clothes and looked in the mirror, I also found that I was overdressed, but after a while, I still didn't change my clothes.

This one, it's not an exaggeration to say that he is preparing to go to the catwalk.

"Shut up." Song Yimian

was ridiculed and embarrassed by Song Xiaoan, coupled with Tao You's unblinking gaze on him, which made him regret even more that he chose this outfit because of the little bit he wanted to show.

Obviously, the sweatshirt and sweatpants I wore at home yesterday can be worn for a few more days.

He stiffly pulled down his collar and glanced at Tao You, but saw that she had already put her eyes back on the TV, as if the look just now was just an illusion of him alone.

Mother Song came out of the kitchen with a casserole in time, "It's time to eat...... What kind of coat to wear at home, are you so cold, and it's not convenient to eat." The latter sentence was said to Song Yimian.

It's rare for him to be deflated, Song Xiao'an is happy to see it, knowing that there are many people now, Song Yimian can't do anything to her, "It's just, I don't know, I thought you were going out on a date~".

When she said this, she squeezed her eyes at Tao You, as if she wanted her approval.

It's just that Tao You is interested, obviously not interested in this topic.

With the steps handed over by Song's mother, Song Yimian took off his windbreaker and hung it up.

No matter what was going on on his side, Tao You's eyes were always on the TV, and he didn't even scatter one of his afterglows, as if he couldn't see his existence.

Song Yimian stared at her for a few seconds with mixed feelings, until she was called by Song's mother to help.

When the dishes were ready, Song Xiaoan went to the study to call Song's father out, and when he arrived at the dining table, the phone in his ear had not yet hung up, and it sounded like he was talking about a more important project.

"Oh yo," he saw Song Yimian for the first time, and the steps under his feet subconsciously took a step back, and then squinted his eyes as if it was the first time he saw him, "Why do you still have the leisure to do styling."

He knew that Tao You was coming to dinner today, and he was very welcome, but he ...... Isn't your own son too grand and abnormal......

The last time he was so carefully matched seemed to be at that New Year's Day party......

Father Song looked down at the blue loungewear on his body, which was also printed with the pattern of a little tiger, which was the couple's model that Song's mother had bought.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't match the majestic temperament of his boss.

"Ahem," Father Song sat down and cleared his throat, "It's all my own people, it's just a meal......" He looked at Mother Song and Song Xiao'an, who were dressed normally, and made excuses for his unkempt dress.

"It's just that, it's all your own people." Song Xiaoan sat next to Tao You, emphasizing the last three words.

Tao You naturally understood what Song Xiao'an's words meant, but he ......

When she thought of the news in the early morning, she instantly lost any illusions, and the delicious food in front of her was a little less flavorful.

"Xiaoyu, try it, my newly developed dish." Mother Song greeted warmly.

"Well, thank you, Auntie." Tao You nodded obediently, and when she moved her chopsticks, she found that all the dishes in front of her were the dishes she liked to eat, and the plate of celery fried carrots that she hated the most was on the farthest side from her.

If I remember correctly, the dish seems to have been set by Song Yimian......

No, no, it's her, and she will remember her good friend's preferences and tastes.

Tao You persuaded himself so in his heart, stepping on the roots in his heart again and again, and the anticipation that came out when the wind blew.

"Sister Xiaoyou, you eat chicken legs." Song Xiaoan had already paid most of his attention to Tao You, and noticed the change in her mood in time, put a big chicken leg into Tao You's bowl, and said meaningfully, "Eating delicious food makes people feel good."

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Halfway through the meal, Mother Song's eyes had already turned on Song Yimian for no less than twenty turns, and finally asked in a casual tone, "Song Yimian, are you going out in a while?"

"Don't go out." Song Yimian swallowed his meal and replied. I also guessed a little bit of the reason why Song's mother asked, "Yesterday's clothes were dirty." He calmly justified what he was wearing.

Sure enough, in the next second, Song's mother continued, "I thought you were going out with new clothes

This. That's fine."

She breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately it wasn't because she was going to meet some 'very important person', otherwise she might have quietly followed to find out.

The more they paid attention to dressing up, the more Song Yimian regretted why he didn't wear the clothes he wore yesterday, his chewing movements were a little stiffer, and he ate several bites of white rice without reaching out to pick up the vegetables.

"Xiao An, help me go to the room and get my phone." Song's mother took the lead in finishing the meal and arranged for Song Xiaoan to do things.

Song Xiaoan was still a little reluctant, but in a blink of an eye, he thought of something, put down the dishes and chopsticks with a wicked smile, and ran to the room in a hurry.

When she passed by Song Yimian's room, she found that the door was not closed, which was not a godsend.

She took two steps back, tiptoeing through the door while the table was busy, aiming for the dictionary on the table.

She bent down and looked closely at the side of the dictionary, hoping to find the page he had just read.

"Song Xiao'an! I've been holding a phone for so long!" Mother Song's voice rang out from the cafeteria and entered through the door, "What are you doing?"

Song Xiaoan was so shocked that he hurriedly closed the dictionary that he hadn't opened anything, and didn't forget to put it back in place without missing a point, shouting, "Here! Here we are!" , trotting to get the phone.

Back at the table, until the end of lunch, Song Xiaoan glanced at Song Yimian from time to time with a "I see through you" look.

looked at Song Yimian uncomfortably.

When he left the room, he should look at the yellow calendar on the wall.

He suddenly remembered that the calendar hanging in the room was only a few pages torn, and he didn't remember who gave it to him during the Chinese New Year, and there was no place to put it at home, so Song's mother put a hook on the wall next to his desk and hung it.

The red-lettered, white-background calendar was incompatible with his minimalist room, and he only kept it there as an ugly and useless ornament.

Only on the New Year's Day, Song Xiaoan felt novel, and would tear a page every day, but he was unwilling to move the calendar to his room. When the freshness passes, no one remembers the calendar.

Now it seems that this calendar is not useless, and it will have to be used again from tomorrow.

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It's almost one o'clock in the afternoon after a lunch.

"Xiao You, what are your arrangements for this afternoon?" Mother Song cut a plate of fruit and handed it to Tao You, sat down on the sofa next to her, and tasted the hot flower tea.

Tao Youqian ate a small piece of apple, passed the fruit plate to Song Xiaoan, and smiled obediently, "Let's read at home."

Song's mother greeted warmly, "Then come to our house, Xiao An and Xiao Song are here, you study together, you just have a companion."

"I'm still ......"

"Yes, come on, little sister." Song Xiaoan also pulled Tao You's forearm and shook it, complaining quietly, "Song Yimian is too boring, he doesn't understand what I'm talking about, and there is no common topic."

Not allowing Tao You to refuse, Mother Song continued, "It just so happens that I have to make biscuits in the afternoon, you can eat them together."

Don't think she didn't find out, since Xiaoyou entered the door, the two children haven't spoken to each other, so there must be a conflict. When she was making cookies, she just asked what was going on that day.

With Song Xiao'an's assist, she didn't worry about Xiao Youhui's refusal, everything seemed to be going smoothly.

Seeing that Tao You was still hesitating, Song Xiaoan continued, "Sister Xiaoyou, how lonely you are at home alone, come on~Come on~"

Tao You wants to say that he likes to be cold, and it is suitable for thinking about many things alone.

Today, the sun is just right, and it is warm on people's bodies, so put the reclining chair on the balcony for a while, set up a small table, put a little fruit, lie on the chair to read a book, sleep, think about the next study plan, and it is very comfortable.

"And," when Song's mother walked to the kitchen, Song Xiaoan couldn't hold it back, and directly approached Tao You's ear, covering his mouth with one hand, "Song Yimian definitely wants to be with you."

The distance was too close, and Tao You reflexively shrank his head.

stepped back, and she had the time to think about Song Xiaoan's words.

What is Song Yimian definitely wants to be together.

If it hadn't come out, she would definitely agree without hesitation now, but now...... She hadn't said a word for so long, and she was worried that the atmosphere would be even more awkward after a while.

glanced at Song Yimian's closed door, he locked himself in the room since he finished eating, and he still hasn't come out, I don't know if there is really something important to do, or if he is deliberately avoiding her.

"I'd better go back."

Song Xiaoan saw Tao You's gaze passing past his ear, patted her on the shoulder and said, "Sister Xiaoyou, you eat fruit first, at most, he was said to be shy when he ate, and went back to change his clothes."

"You watch TV for a while, don't worry."

She gave Tao You a "just wait and see" look.

Another fifteen minutes passed.

"Click."

Song Yimian finally opened the door and came out.

"What about her?"

He ruffled his hair and walked to the living room to look around. In the small living room, only Song Xiaoan sat on the sofa playing games alone, and the kitchen had been cleaned up by Song's father, clean and quiet.

Song Xiaoan fell on the sofa, looked up at Song Yimian, who was standing a few steps behind him and had changed back into yesterday's clothes, got up and raised his eyebrows, without explaining much, "Go back."

"Back?" Song Yimian frowned slightly, and muttered in disappointment, "This is leaving?"

Song Xiaoan forked a piece of pineapple and spoke a little vaguely, "That's not the case. People have been here for so long, and you just come out while you're eating, and don't say a word to her. After eating, you are bored in the room, and everyone will think that you don't want to see people."

"Then what is she doing here, she might as well go home and be comfortable."

Song Xiaoan's every word, every word hit Song Yimian's heart, he pursed his lips, expressed his displeasure at what she said, and then walked a few steps closer to explain to himself, "...... I'm changing my clothes."