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It's nap time, the house is warm, and the screams of children playing downstairs are gone.

Song Xiaoan finally understood the previous knowledge point under Song Yimian's explanation, and then stared at the next question and kept yawning, even Tao You was infected and a little drowsy.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong......"

The ringing of several messages in succession broke the silence and made people feel a little refreshed.

Song Xiaoan glanced at the page of the mobile phone, leaned on the coffee table, and weakly discussed with Song Yimian, "Brother, I'll just take a look at the phone, and put it back when I reply to a message."

She blinked pitifully, the message tone of her mobile phone had not stopped, the previous bell had not yet sounded, and the second had already begun, as if something big needed to be solved immediately.

Song Yimian flipped through the papers that had been revised in his hand, marked out the key papers, and nodded for the sake of Song Xiaoan that he was still serious about staring at his homework.

Song Xiaoan leaned half of his body, quickly took the mobile phone from Song Yimian's hand, and kept glancing at him, as if he was afraid that he would regret it in the next second.

"Sister Xiaoyou, school is about to start, do you have any information books to buy?" Song Xiao'an kept tapping on the keyboard of his mobile phone with two thumbs, sending messages, and turning his head to ask Tao You.

"Not yet." She pursed her lips and shook her head, Song Yimian helped her buy it before it was time to buy it.

He was always attentive.

Song Yimian turned the black pen and asked lazily, "What books do you buy?"

"The school asked for a book. What do you think?" How could Song Xiaoan not think of what Song Yimian thought, handed the phone under his eyelids and glanced at him, regardless of whether he saw it clearly or not, he took the phone back, "Jian Lanxuan has a new batch of books today, it just so happens that our teacher asked to buy them, and there are also fracture price discounts, many people are grabbing it, and some books can't be put away in ten minutes."

Jian Lan Xuan.

I don't know how long I heard this name, and there was a wonderful linkage that I couldn't say.

The last time I heard these three words from someone else's mouth, it seemed like it was the last century.

If Song Xiaoan hadn't mentioned it today, she would have completely removed this name from her mind.

Song Xiaoan was still passionately grabbing books, but Song Yimian's face darkened, and his hand to turn the pen stopped.

His intuition told him that it was better not to have anything to do with Jian Lanxuan.

But he also knew that he was rashly telling Song Xiaoan these things now, and there was no evidence, and she would not listen.

What's more, she often does things against his word······

Song Yimian suddenly found that in front of Song Xiaoan, his prestige as an elder brother was not as good as before.

Seeing that Tao You didn't have any books to buy, Song Xiaoan didn't care about her, and when he looked back at Song Yimian's contemplative face, his conscience suddenly found out, and he asked, "Brother, there are a lot of computer books here, do you want them?"

She only knew that Song Yimian was going to participate in a robot competition, which sounded very powerful.

As a younger sister, she usually forgets all kinds of naughty things, but at this time, as the closest family member, she still wants to help.

Even if she doesn't know anything about technical and professional things, it's still no problem to buy some professional-related books for him with her pocket money.

I just don't know if it's useful to cramm.

Song Yimian leaned back on the sofa and raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect Song Xiaoan to take the initiative to care about him.

Without Song Xiaoan's kindness, he stretched out his hand, "Do you have a book list?"

Song Xiaoan opened the document and handed it to him diligently, "It's all here."

"I see that there don't seem to be many books about computers in the library and other bookstores, and this boss has bought a lot of books this time, you can choose."

"This boss is also strange, always getting into some of the things that are not, especially unpopular, and professional science popularization

Book. The whole row of bookshelves in the far corner of the store are all professional science popularization, and no one usually goes there except for the staff to clean them."

"That row of bookshelves is also the cleanest-looking of all, shiny, and feels like it has been deliberately maintained."

"The last time I went to see it, there were a lot of chemistry, biology, geology and so on, and there were a lot of majors."

"I don't know what the boss is doing with these books, and no one will read them if they can't be sold, and they will accumulate dust there."

"It's a loss-making business, it's not."

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Song Xiaoan seemed to have been to Jian Lanxuan many times, and when he chatted, he talked endlessly, forgetting that he still had to change his homework.

Song Yimian quietly browsed the book list on the side, and also listened to Song Xiaoan's words.

To be honest, it's a bit late to read and study systematically now, but maybe I'll use it in the future······

"That's all." Song Yimian chose a good book and returned the phone to Song Xiaoan.

Song Xiaoan happily took the mobile phone, gave her a few friends who were queuing up in the bookstore to buy letters, and asked for two sets of the latest comic book collections by the way, and then paid for it.

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"Alright." Song Yimian took the phone out of Song Xiao'an's hand the next second after she finished transferring the money, and put it on the coffee table, "Continue to write the paper."

"Hey!" Song Xiaoan tried to resist, "You're too ruthless, I just finished buying you a book!" It's my pocket money!"

"Why don't you let me look at my phone for a while!"

Good guys, it turned out that this was the idea.

In other words, the mind was still very simple at the beginning, but it has changed later.

People are fickle. Isn't there a saying that you in the last second and you in the next second may not be the same you.

Especially Song Xiaoan!

Song Yimian squinted, and mercilessly stuffed the mobile phone on the table into his trouser pocket, focusing on a blind out-of-sight, "Write, wrong, question." He said word by word, and his fingers tapped on the remaining scroll in front of Song Xiaoan.

Song Xiaoan shook her arms angrily, her legs didn't have enough space to open up for her, so she could only shake her legs up and down a few times, playing with a child's temper.

But all this did not play any auxiliary role in Song Yimian's eyes.

"You didn't rest at noon." At half past two in the afternoon, Song's mother stretched out of the bedroom and saw Tao You and the three of them sitting in the living room, quietly doing their own things.

"Mom, are you going to make cookies now?!" Song Xiaoan's eyes lit up when he saw the rescuers, he threw down the pen, pushed the roll forward, and his whole body relaxed.

The quiet living room was lively for a while.

"You're done with your homework?" Song's mother curled her hair and asked.

Song Xiaoan nodded first, "It's too late to do the rest of the night."

"Mom, I'll help you." After speaking, he didn't look at Song Yimian's eyes, got up and pulled Tao You to the kitchen.

has a lively appearance, which makes people think that she is very obsessed with baking, but those who are familiar with Song Xiaoan know that she is just hiding from Song Yimian because she doesn't want to do her homework.

"Then you weigh all the ingredients first, and I'll wash my face." Mother Song said as she put the list of ingredients she needed on the table, turned around and went into the bathroom, "Wash your hands before touching things!" A gentle voice came from inside the restroom.

Song Yimian maintained the posture just now, nestled in the sofa, propped his head and looked sideways at the two figures walking into the kitchen.

He doesn't like to eat things that are too sweet and greasy, and he has no interest in baking, and he doesn't know what makes these sweet and greasy things out of the oven taste good because of the mixture of flour, butter, and cream.

But Song Xiaoan and Song's mother are very happy about this, especially during the winter vacation, there are a lot of baking utensils and materials at home, which occupy almost half of the kitchen, and even all kinds of flour are bought by the catty, and a sack of sacks is neatly listed in the small storage room next to the kitchen.

Song's father too

Being fed in various ways, I gained a lot of weight during a winter vacation, and my double chin came out.

Since Song Xiaoan likes it so much, presumably Tao You should also like it, and girls should like it······

He saw that Tao You didn't seem to be in a good mood today, and he didn't say a few words to him all day at noon, he kept snuggling in the corner of the sofa and looking at his mobile phone, and he looked at her many times, so often that he himself felt that it was too much, she didn't realize it, and she didn't even give him a chance to talk.

Let's hope she'll feel better in a moment······

No, with Song Xiaoan's words, she will definitely not be in a bad mood. That is, he is in a bad mood when he sees him, so it is better not to appear in front of her all the time. Although he didn't know why Tao You didn't want to see himself.

Song Yimian thought of this, lowered his head and continued to look at the information that Tong Lin sent him before.

"Why did you change your clothes back?" Mother Song dried her hands and came out of the bathroom, saw the clothes on Song Yimian's body, and asked.

Song Yimian remembered the ridiculous and inquiring glances on the dining table just now, and began to feel uncomfortable again.

"It's comfortable." He came up with a lame reason.

Mother Song walked to the kitchen in disbelief, muttering, "Then what did you do with that outfit just now?"

"Don't stuff the clothes you wear in the corner of the closet, if you want to wear them later." Mother Song seemed to think of something, and suddenly raised her mouth.

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This kind of small thing, if it had been put in the past, Song Yimian would definitely reply with a "hmm" without any weakness, and he didn't even need to be reminded by Song's mother, because his cleanliness habit did not allow him to do this at all.

But he didn't care so much today, he seemed to have stuffed his underwear into the closet along with the pile of clothes on the bed, and the messy clothes in the closet hadn't been cleaned up yet, but he didn't want to clean it up now.

He just wanted to sit on the couch and watch them make the biscuits.

Tao You's biscuits, I don't know what they taste, he wants to taste them later.

From his point of view, as soon as he looked up, he could see Tao You's figure half unblocked by the wall, the ponytail combed high behind her head soaked in the sun, red and brown, swaying slightly with her movements, sweeping over her white neck.

He kept this posture and looked at it for a while, until the group messages on his phone began to stop, and he realized that the messages had covered several layers.

He rubbed his souring cheeks, and while flipping through the news, he complained in his heart that he had watched Tao You like a pervert for so long·····

"Sister Xiaoyou, why don't you speak today?" Song Xiaoan washed his hands, took out the milk and butter ingredients from the refrigerator, and handed them to Tao You to weigh them in small glass dishes.

Tao You weighed carefully, trying to ensure that one gram of the material was delivered to Song's mother.

"Huh? Have it? No, I don't." Tao You said absent-mindedly, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic deeply.

After the preliminary preparations for the first part were ready, the two walked aside to prepare another material, and gave up the middle position to Song's mother.

"Yes." Song Xiaoan nodded very affirmatively, leaned into Tao You's ear and whispered, "You haven't spoken much to Song Yimian today."

"It wasn't like this before, and I don't dare to speak today."

Talking is talking, the movements in the hands of the two did not stop, and they were methodically divided and weighed.

"You two, are you in conflict?" Song Xiaoan couldn't hold back the heart beating for gossip.

「······ Nope."

Tao You didn't know if this was a contradiction.

"Did he upset you, then?"

"Not ······"

It's true that I'm unhappy, but I can't blame Song Yimian.

After all, she can't force him to like herself.

"What's that?" Song Xiaona couldn't think of any other reason, but her intuition told her that Tao You's silence today had a direct relationship with Song Yimian.

"There's nothing ······"

- She just tasted the sour candy that fell out of love before she fell in love, so sour that she had nightmares for three days and two nights, and she couldn't slow down for several days.

Tao You replied in his heart.

But since Tao You didn't want to say it, Song Xiaoan didn't force it. She still understands the truth that you can't force others.

Who hasn't ordered their own secrets yet.

Song Xiaoan waved his hand, "Okay, let's not talk about this." Song Yimian is just troublesome, she doesn't want to care about it.

"Sister Xiaoyou, let me tell you······" Song Xiaoan wanted to make Tao You happy, and was ready to tell Tao You what he saw in Song Yimian's room.

She planned to keep it a secret from Song Yimian at first, this kind of thing is better for him to say it himself, but Tao You is not in a bad mood now, presumably Song Yimian will not mind too much.

"Song Xiao'an!" Mother Song brushed the hair hanging down from her sideburns behind her ears with her wrists, raised her hand and waved it in front of her, took off her headphones and said, "You put down the things in your hands and then speak!"

"Oooh oh." Song Xiaoan found that in order to match his excitement, he was holding a sieve for filtering flour in his hand in mid-air, and the remaining bit of flour at the bottom of the sieve was sprinkled on Song's mother back.

She stuck out her tongue, no longer playing tricks, and obviously didn't want Mother Song to hear them, "I'll tell you later."

Tao You was aroused by her curiosity, and was interrupted when he was about to know, so he smiled helplessly.

"Okay here, let's get the shape." Song's mother is used to listening to songs when baking, and she thinks that during the baking process, maintaining a loving and happy mood can make the desserts more delicious.

But there seems to be some problems with the connection of the headphones today, the music has been intermittent, and it will be automatically cut off directly in the back, and when she wants to stop what she is doing to get the phone, the short distance allows her to hear the conversation between Tao You and Song Xiaoan from beginning to end.

Although Tao You has always denied it, in Song's mother's opinion, it is affirmation. This stinky boy is in conflict with Xiao You, and he doesn't take the initiative to solve it. So angry!

Mother Song thought so, and the strength to knead the dough was also greater. After quickly venting some emotions, he handed over the rest of the steps to Tao You and Song Xiaoan, and he went to prepare the next flavor of biscuits and continued to vent his emotions.