Neither of them moved the chopsticks, they didn't dare to move at all, and in the end the savior was instant noodles.

Sang Luo: "Do you still eat this white-eyed fish and black slag soup?" Don't eat it. ”

“……”

Sang You took a photo of these two dishes and uploaded them to the circle of friends, with the text: White-eyed fish and black slag soup [✌]

After a while, the comment area below was swiped.

Queen Mother: My God, why didn't you poison the two of you?

Emperor Taishang: Excellent [Like] [Like]

Jian Licheng: Ahahahahahahahahahaha

Senior Sister Lin Qiaoyan: ! Dinner?!

……

Hahahahaha was noisy to the eyes, Sang You replied, his fingers pulled to refresh the message, and after seeing 'Zhou Yan' appear in the list of likes, he finally put down his phone.

Although it was a holiday, the biological clock was deeply rooted, and Sang You got up at five o'clock, washed up, sat down and prepared to do her homework. A middle school is inhumane, just five days off, the assigned homework can catch up with half a summer vacation, there are a lot of English papers, roughly counted twenty upwards, not to mention other subjects.

Every day, the study time should not be less than 10 hours.

As soon as he pulled out the roll, the mobile phone rang, and Sang Dad bounced over a video call.

So early? Video calls?

Sang You picked it up suspiciously, and saw that the mobile phone screen was white, and the snow was falling, it seemed to be outside, and the trees were full of snow, and then Sang's father's voice sounded: "Can you see it?" It's snowing heavily! ”

Sang You couldn't hold back a laugh: "If you play the video, let me watch the snow?" ”

"The banquet market is not down, let me show you."

Sang You stood up: "Okay, I'll take it to Sang Luoye to see." ”

She went out of the room and went to pat Sangluo's door: "Sangluo! Get up and see the snow! ”

In a bang, Sang Luo opened the door, his hair was messy, his eyes were scarlet, his eyebrows were lowered, and he was very irritable: "Are you sick?" What snow to see in the morning? ”

Sang You held his phone in front of him.

Sang Luo lowered his eyes to look, and saw his father's face appear on the mobile phone screen, and the two looked at each other and were speechless for a long time.

“……”

Sang Dad turned the camera again: "Take a look." ”

Sanglu: "...... Looked. ”

Sang You suddenly said: "Dad, you record a video for me, it looks better." ”

"Okay."

It didn't take long for Sang Dad to send the video, it was a video of walking on the street, the snow was still falling, everywhere was white, there was a slight sound of the soo, the morning mist had not dispersed, the distance was blurry, and the unextinguished street lamps were flashing yellow.

Sang You forwarded the video to Zhou Yan: Senior, show you the snow.

Zhou Yan was a message at more than ten o'clock.

He asked, "Pretty one, where is this?"

Sang You: My hometown.

Zhou Yan: Have you gone back?

Sang You: I can't go back, this is a video my dad recorded.

Zhou Yan: It's very beautiful.

Sang You was so anxious that she scratched her ears and cheeks, and when she didn't send a message, she always wanted to bother him, but when she really chatted, she began to panic again, no matter what she replied, she had to think carefully about what she said, for fear that her words would be inappropriate.

He said it was good-looking, but what did he want to go back to? No, no, the chat is ending again? For the first time, she realized that her words could be so barren! What do you have to post to talk for a longer time!

Have you eaten?

What's the weather like over there?

Are you okay?

This is the three questions that the Sang family sisters and brothers can't shake when they talk to the elders in the family on the phone, and they basically end after asking, which is very good.

However, when the opposite side became Zhou Yan, he seemed to be a normal person when he asked first.

After asking, you can ask again, what did you eat? Then you can talk about what you ate and complain about it by the way. Even if she doesn't have breakfast at all, it doesn't matter, the long-term chat doesn't need to be real or fake, and it's over.

So Sang You began to type: You, eat, ...... early

Zhou Yan: [Picture]

Sang You hurriedly deleted the things in the dialog box, and clicked on it, it was a photo of Fdesi sleeping on a blanket.

Just as I was about to reply, another message popped up at the bottom.

Zhou Yan: Very lazy dog.

Sang You: Hahaha How long has it been asleep?

Zhou Yan: It's been a long time, and I can't wake up.

Zhou Yan: I think it goes well with snow.

The adaptability of Samoyed and the snow scene is indeed very high, Sang You searched for pictures of Samoyed in the heavy snow on the Internet, and then sent it to Zhou Yan.

Sang You: I also think it's a good match! In the future, if you do go to Beijing, you can walk it out when it snows.

Zhou Yan: Where do you want to go in the future?

Sang You: I want to go to Beijing.

She hesitated, struggled, and finally said: If I also go to Beijing, I will often play with you.

No, no, it's a little obvious, Sang You's fingers trembled and was about to withdraw, and a message popped up below.

Zhou Yan: Okay.

！

Ahhh

Can't calm down at all! The corners of Sang You's mouth were about to go down, she stood up, jumped on the sofa a few times, and then plunged into the pillow, pouting her ass and screaming, and after rolling back and forth a few times, she finally barely calmed down with her messy hair.

As soon as he sat up straight, he saw Sang Luo standing next to the water dispenser, holding a water cup, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were very understanding, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.

“……”

Sang You skillfully uses the conversation wheel mechanism to change the subject.

"What do you eat in the morning?"

"Instant noodles."

"Noon?"

"Instant noodles."

Sang You completely calmed down: "At night? ”

"Instant noodles."

“……”

On the first day at home, three meals of instant noodles.

In the evening, Sang Youyou sucked instant noodles and had nothing to love: "Eat porridge tomorrow morning, right?" ”

"Yes." Sang Luo felt that porridge should be relatively simple, and no matter how he did it, he couldn't make it to the same extent as white-eyed fish and black slag soup.

He thought for a moment and said, "Wait a minute, you can show me your math papers." ”

Sang You: "What? Do you want to help me write? ”

“……”

"If I think too much, I'll see how difficult it is." He has been studying on his own for a while, and his mastery is okay, but there are still too few questions on the market, and the difficulty is not enough.

After eating instant noodles, Sang You found him a math paper, there are twelve math papers, eight of which are thematic papers, one is two pages, and four are mock test papers, a complete set, similar to the college entrance examination paper.

Sang You is very generous: "Do whatever you want, do whatever you want, do as much as you want." ”

Without waiting for Sang Luo to speak, Sang You added: "The handwriting looks good, your handwriting is really ugly." ”

“……”

This is not a personal emotion at all, Sang Luo's words are really not good-looking, scribbled to the extreme, there are two things that can be compared, one is the oracle bone inscription, and the other is the ghost painting symbol.

After explaining, Sang You went back to her room and prepared to do her homework.

It didn't take long for there to be a knock on the door, and Sang You said 'Enter', and Sang Luo came in, holding the pile of rolls in his hand: "Is there anything else?" ”

"You're done?!" Mulberry pupil earthquake.

"Nope."

He just read the paper roughly, and the difficulty was indeed more difficult than the questions on the market, but it was not high enough, he only picked the finale question and wrote the ideas.

"You don't think it's to your liking and want something harder?" Sang You, "Wait, I'll help you get other rolls." ”

It doesn't count, Sang Luo was about to say no, but he saw that Sang You stood up very actively, grabbed his mobile phone and began to type. This look is really a long time to see, Sang Luo couldn't help but think.

Of course, Sang You went to find Zhou Yan, and after explaining his intentions, Zhou Yan quickly sent a compressed package, which was the web version of the volume of the Qingbei class, and Sang You forwarded it to Sang Luo.

After Sang Luo received it, he swept his eyes and asked, "Looking for the senior who asked for it last time?" ”

Seeing that she didn't deny it, Sang Luo: "Take this opportunity to chat with him?" ”

“……”

Why is he so perceptive?

Forget about being sensitive, why are you so outspoken?

Has the little brother's emotional intelligence been eaten by a dog?!

Sang You: "Yes, yes, it's better that you don't know how to write, and then I'll ask him in the name of helping you." ”

"Heh, I won't give you this chance."

The words were full of words, at half past twelve in the evening, Sang You was still struggling with the math papers, and the mobile phone beeped for a long time, and she took the time to sweep her eyes.

Little Brother: ?

Sang You: ?

Little Brother: Push me your senior's contact information.

Sang You: You don't know how to do it, do you want to ask him?

Little Brother: How about I'm going to ask you?

Sang You was angry, and was about to refuse, but thought that Sang Luo's mathematical path was indeed too smooth, and she had to be properly crushed, so she poked open the chat box with Zhou Yan.

Sang You: Senior, my brother wants your contact information, can you give it to him?

At this point, most people have already slept, she originally thought, first, Zhou Yan can reply to her as soon as he sees it. I didn't expect the news to come quickly.

Zhou Yan: Yes.

Zhou Yan: He wants to be one-on-one with me?

Sang You was stunned for a moment, and replied after consideration: It shouldn't be, maybe it's self-autism to do the rolls of the Qingbei class.

She pushed Zhou Yan's contact information to Sang Luo, and then advised: You try to disturb him as little as possible.

Sanglu: yes.

-

Early the next morning, after Sang You got up, she walked into the kitchen while listening to English. It shouldn't be difficult to cook porridge, wash the rice, then add half a pot of water, put on the induction cooker, stir it from time to time, about twenty minutes.

Sang You felt that it was still very simple.

“LOve and friendShip make a hOme tO itS name. A SWeet hOme iS the right plaCe fOr heartS tO have a gOOd reSt. She repeated the American sentence she heard, "The kiSS Of life iS a lOve pOem."

Stirring, she looked at the time, it was almost seven o'clock, and Sang Luo hadn't gotten up yet?!

She went to tap on Sangluo's door: "Get up!" ”

"Bang bang bang!"

"Get up! Otherwise, you won't be left with a grain of rice. ”

"Come in."

The door was not locked, Sang You pushed the door in, and saw Sang Luo sitting in front of the desk, the tablet was standing on the table, with the title on it, he was wearing headphones, and the headphone cable hung down loosely: "Are the three auxiliary lines you drew to reconstruct a figure?" There are too many points to set, and it will be troublesome to simplify in the end. ”

He paused, and then said, "Okay, I'll try the Cauchy inequality later." ”

Sang You: "? ”

"What are you talking about?"

Sang Luo raised his head: "Discussion topic, what did you just say?" ”

"Eat porridge, can you go buy a bag of mustard, and by the way, bring a bottle of old godmother, there is only a little left at home."

Sang Luo didn't raise his eyes: "Wait." ”

"Sangluo!"

"Okay, I'll say that she's going crazy." Sang Luo tugged at the headphones.

Sang You took advantage of his change of shoes and glanced at the flat screen, which looked familiar, there was a cuboid in the sphere, and there was a cone in the cuboid, which looked very complicated.

Thinking of what Sang Luo said, she asked, "Who did you just discuss with?" ”

"You're a senior."

“……”

"What?!" Sang You suspected that something was wrong with her ears.

Sang Luo didn't mind saying it more clearly: "Zhou Yan." ”

！

Why?!

Why did you just push him to contact information yesterday and call the next day to discuss math problems?

What is this new-age velocity?

Why exactly?

Sang You's face was distorted with jealousy, but soon, she froze, just now she ...... What are you doing? Emotionally unstable, yelling, and escaping a tigress alive.

"How can you talk to him on the phone?"

"Why not?" Sang Luo, "When I asked him a question, the text was not clear, so he came over with a voice call." ”

“……”

Why?!

Why the hell?!