For Yao Jing'an, this house assigned by her grandfather's work unit is the "home" in her memory.

Home is not as simple as a house.

It's not like a few people living together is called "home".

Imprinted into the soul, when I think of it, I feel good, warm, joyful, relaxed, and I always feel that when I return to that place, I can block out all the calamities, gloom, oppressions, and sufferings that I have received outside.

That's home.

Yao Jing'an looked around, some parts of the house had changed, but there were still many traces of her memory clearly.

She and her brother often lay on the balcony where they did their homework, and there was still the wooden board that helped smooth out the homework book, presumably with the marks of the ballpoint pen and knife she had left behind when she wrote and drawn.

She would sometimes hide in the thick and heavy closet and eat snacks, and sleep in it after eating and closing the closet door, and then let her parents look for her for a while, only her brother, who suddenly came home, would rush to the closet door and arrest her at once.

There is also the coffee table where the little goblin was lying on his stomach just now, and there is a pattern of two villains fighting carved by Yao Jing'an, and there are two sticks on his head to represent the ponytail The villain is Yao Jing'an, and she is pressing and beating another villain lying on the ground to represent her brother.

The middle wall of Yao Jing'an and her brother's bedroom records the height growth of the brother and sister, how many centimeters Yao Jing'an is on a certain day in a certain year, month, and how tall Zhou Fuxi is...... The gradually increasing line represents that the brother and sister are growing up, and it also represents that the day when this home is sealed in memory is getting closer and closer.

When he was born on Wednesday, he was in the hospital, and then moved to a new house, how could he, a man who had never lived in this home for a day, tear his and his brother's home to pieces?

Yao Jing'an couldn't understand it, and it was difficult to accept it, now that her brother has moved here, Yao Jing'an lives in school, and her parents surround Wednesday all day long, haven't they thought that their family has already changed beyond recognition?

"In short, our brothers and sisters work together, and their profits are golden." Yao Jing'an sniffed and said in an urgent tone, "I have already made a sprint schedule for the last few days of the summer vacation for you. ”

After speaking, she took out the schedule of getting up at half past five in the morning, going to bed at twelve o'clock at night, and eating two meals a day and taking 10 minutes to go to the toilet and wash up, and put it in front of Zhou Fuxi.

"Sun Jing's head is hanging beam, Su Qin's cone is piercing, and Che Yin's sac is Yingxue, so it's just that." Zhou Fuxi hadn't studied hard for a long time, and it was a little difficult to understand this schedule.

It stands to reason that now the national economy is developing rapidly, and all walks of life need a large number of talents, and it should be 360 lines.

Thinking that everyone needs to work so hard, only ninety percent should study for the rejuvenation of China, and the remaining one percent is still a little selfishness that wants to improve their lives or achieve a class jump.

Recalling Zhou Zehua's era, even the remarks of "reading is useless" are very marketable, but there is indeed a group of illiterate people in society, just by being bold and daring, or adding a little cunning and black heart, it is like a fish in water, creating a miracle of wealth.

Zhou Zehua led a group of people to engage in "Bazhen Liquid" at that time, and one of his peers used white sugar water to tone colors, and then sold them to students to replenish their brains...... Some parents gave their children a drink, and they said it was particularly effective.

Why does it work? When children study hard, the brain needs to consume a lot of sugar, and drinking some sugar water is of course effective.

As for children who don't study hard, it's useless to drink this, presumably parents also know that they can't blame health products.

"For the last year, fight hard. If you don't struggle in youth, it's better to fight backwards, don't work hard in the third year of high school, and you will have to play hard in the future. ”

Yao Jing'an couldn't wait to devote himself to learning with his brother, turning the pages of the book and pressing his head to study.

The girl's fresh body fragrance came to her face, and her slippery palm pressed on Zhou Fuxi's neck, feeling a little itchy, reminding Zhou Fuxi of a cat he had raised, which always tried to climb on him and toss all kinds of toss to show that it could do whatever it wanted to him.

"You little words are set in ......" Zhou Fuxi couldn't help but want to laugh, and stretched out his hand to push her away, "I will study, but I study to understand and observe the universe in the eyes of human beings, not for exams." ”

Yao Jing'an couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, moved his palm away from his neck, and took a few steps back to look at him again.

When I just entered the door today, I felt that something was wrong with my brother, but when he laughed, it was that familiar feeling.

Now he actually says that learning is to understand the universe? It's getting more and more wrong.

"You know a hammer. You're about to be your third year of high school, you know? At this time, studying is pointless if it is not for the exam. When are you going to understand the universe? When your college entrance examination is over, let alone understanding the universe, it's up to you to in the universe. Yao Jing'an is so angry, he can't even calmly compare what is the difference between him today and before.

Zhou Fuxi laughed, you must know that Yao Jing'an was born at the beginning, originally because he wanted to have a sister in this life, so he made some arrangements, and now he sees her alive, alive and vibrant, and her temperament and personality are also very likable.

So he raised his hand and wanted to touch Yao Jing'an's head, to his surprise, this girl, who was always proud and clucked like a little hen that had just laid eggs, actually sat beside him consciously, lowered her head slightly, so that he could raise his hand and just put it on the top of her head to caress it.

It turns out that she likes to be touched on the head, and it just so happens that Zhou Fuxi also likes to touch other people's heads.

"The immortal touches my top" is a poem that people have summarized when they find that the fairy likes to touch other people's heads.

"Don't think that touching my head will wipe out my anger. Unless you hurry up and learn! Yao Jing'an continued to make gestures with her hands on her chest, trying to widen her eyes to let her brother know that he was not joking.

It's just that she is still being touched on the head, so the momentum is not as strong as she imagined, and her face is slightly hot, after all, it is not a child now, and such a big person still likes to be touched on the head, which seems a little naïve.

Even so, she didn't dodge, her brother hadn't touched her head like this for a long, long time.

Girls like to be touched by people close to them, this is a skill with a control effect, especially effective for Yao Jing'an, Zhou Fuxi found that she would be like a cat when she was scratched on the scalp, slowly squinting her eyes, and her lips were pursed out of the corners of her mouth.

"Do you think I'm a cat?" Yao Jing'an found that her brother had changed from touching her head to inserting his fingers into her hair, and actually pinched the back of her neck and lifted it, and suddenly came back to his senses and urged: "People who don't read don't even have the qualifications to fantasize about girls becoming cats!" ”

Zhou Fuxi stared at Yao Jing'an, not expecting her to say this.

He hesitated for a moment before telling a story.

"Cats that can become girls are not the illusions of modern people, and they can be recorded as far back as the Sui and Tang dynasties. In the "Chronicles of Foreign Objects", there is a kind of record: the civet cat is one, and it is yin and yang. That is to say, there is a kind of cat, after it cultivates, it can become a handsome and handsome guy when it meets a woman, and it can become a delicate girl when it meets a man. Once I met one, it was stupid, it would only become a girl, and it wanted to subdue me to be its cat slave......"

Zhou Fuxi's hand let go of Yao Jing'an's thin neck, and continued to caress the top of her head, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a soft smile when he was immersed in memories, and he continued:

"How could I be subdued by it? Just give it some dried meat, dried fish, or even leftovers from time to time, and it thinks I've become its cat slave. Either squatting on my shoulders or burrowing into my arms, most of the time wandering around me, looking around vigilantly for fear that I would be snatched by other cats......

…… It said that other cats are bewitching and cheap, and they will definitely catch a lot of cat slaves, and it only needs me as a cat slave, so I must treat it well, otherwise I will never meet such a good cat as it in the future. ”

"And then? And then? The elder brother paused, but Yao Jingan couldn't wait to ask, this story is still a little interesting, mainly because it makes people feel inexplicably a sense of substitution.

"Later, it followed me all the time, and wanted to teach me cultivation, saying that it wanted me to live forever, so that it could enslave me forever...... I don't learn, it forces me to learn just like you, so I just pretend to learn. At that time, I was actually a scholar, so I took it to Chang'an to study, to the White Horse Temple, to the palace, and to Wu Meiniang......

…… Then I encountered a strong enemy that I had to face alone, and I fought out of my body. It thought I was dead, so it kept guarding my body, and then it starved itself to death...... When I returned, all that was left was a little bit of fur and bones stuck to the ground, the flesh had been pecked by crows, and its little claws were clung to my shirt. I think it's not afraid of crows as a cat, why do you think it's like this......"

Zhou Fuxi sighed softly, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to be a bubble coming out of the bottom of the sea, and he didn't know that it had taken hundreds of thousands of years before it surfaced, and Yao Jing'an was wrapped in a "grunt".

He smiled and dropped the hand that was stroking the top of Yao Jing'an's head.

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All kinds of requests, everyone must read the story of the cat and the scholar in this life.