Song looked at him lightly, stepped forward and quickly took a step back, "Don't come here." ”

Zhao Cheng saw her like this, thinking that she was afraid of what he would do to her again, so his hand stiffened and withdrew his hand.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, I just don't touch you."

Fear?

Song Qing glanced up at him.

It's not that I'm afraid of him, but I feel that when I'm close to him, I will unconsciously have some discordant thoughts.

For example, just now, she actually wanted him to hug herself, and she wanted to throw herself into his arms.

It's a shame, it's okay if people are single, it's the kind of husband who has a wife and a son.

Feeling that the atmosphere was a little depressing, Song Qing smiled dryly and said, "That, let's go back first!" ”

Zhao Cheng glanced at her and breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay." ”

Zhao Yu, who was standing aside and felt that he had become an invisible passerby, finally couldn't help but speak, "That, don't you continue?" ”

Song Qing was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look at Zhao Yu, thinking of what he said, his face flushed, "That, don't get me wrong, your father and I are innocent." ”

Damn, what the hell are you explaining?

Zhao Yu bit the tube and took a sip of milk tea, then looked at his old lady and smiled, "I understand, I understand, I haven't seen anything." ”

He only saw his father and mother, who had been there for a long time, and almost forgot about his son.

Song Qing really wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood, you know, you know a yarn, the old lady doesn't understand what happened just now, okay?

"Let's go, let's go home first!"

Song said lightly, stepped forward, stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Yu up, and took the lead in the front, and Zhao Cheng followed the two of them.

The breeze blows gently, and the leaves fall overhead, and then they whirl and fall to the ground in the breeze.

Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand to take the leaf that was about to fall on Song Qing's head.

Holding the leaves in the palm of his hand, Zhao Cheng tilted his head and looked at the woman who was talking to his son next to him, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked up a trace of arc......

……

In the evening, the sun set, because Song Qingqin, who lived alone and rarely cooked, cooked by himself at this time.

Smelling the smell wafting from the kitchen, Zhao Yu couldn't help but feel that he was hungry.

The food cooked by his mother himself, he had never eaten it when he was so old, so at this moment, Zhao Yu looked at the kitchen from time to time and looked forward to it.

Zhao Yu sat obediently on the coffee table, and was studying the arithmetic encyclopedia that Song Qing bought for him.

There is addition, subtraction, multiplication and division on it, and when he first started looking at it, Zhao Yu only felt that the current arithmetic was so complicated.

However, when Song Qing taught him the multiplication formula, he instantly felt that arithmetic could be so simple.

It can only be said that it is not very simple, but there is a kind of person called a genius, and Zhao Yu happens to be that kind of person.

He has a knack for memorization, so others may have to learn it hundreds or thousands of times, and he only needs to read it once to remember it.

When Song Qing walked out of the kitchen with a big bowl of braised pork, he saw Zhao Cheng and his son, one holding an arithmetic encyclopedia to study, and the other holding a Xinhua dictionary to look through.

The expressions and movements of the father and son, as well as the movements of flipping through the book, are all the same.

One big and one small, very eye-catching.

It was less than three o'clock when they got home today, and it was already half past five, and during this time, the father and son had been reading and studying, mainly to recognize simplified characters.

Zhao Cheng and his son really couldn't understand the simplified characters when they first read them, after all, the simplified characters were really different from the ones they wrote at that time.

However, many still have similarities, so after Song Qing taught them to recognize some characters, Zhao Cheng and his son basically matched the traditional Chinese characters and the simplified Chinese characters.