In the study, Xiao Wuzi solved an arithmetic problem for Zheng Yu. Zheng Yu glanced at the draft and was about to transcribe the answer into the exercise book. Xiao Wuzi stretched out a small black hand and "slapped" it over the manuscript paper, "You didn't say that. Do you know it, you can do the math again."
"... I'm a little thirsty." Zheng Yu held the pencil and didn't move, wrinkling her nose.
Xiao Wuzi stared at her twice, folded the manuscript paper and tucked it into his trouser pocket and stood up, "Then I'll pour you some boiled water."
"Hey!" Zheng Yu pulled the corner of his shirt, "I'm not thirsty, I'm not thirsty, I... I didn't understand."
Little Wuzi sat back in the chair, took out the manuscript paper from his pocket and spread it out under the lamp, turned the automatic pen in a decent manner, leaned over and whispered, "Then I'll say it again."
Zheng Yu's language is good, but arithmetic is poor. At such a young age, she can vaguely see that she will have to fight math, physics and chemistry to the end in the future. Xiaowuzi is not partial to subjects, not bad in English, and arithmetic is even more of a strength. For a post-class thinking question about chickens and rabbits in the same cage, Zheng Yu could not get a solution after typing two or three pieces of manuscript paper.
Zheng Yu knew that he had this ability, and Zheng Siqi completely abandoned it and did not need to hug Xiao Wuzi's thigh. He previewed, reviewed, and wrote homework to check homework. Xiao Wuzi had no choice but to become his half-time full-time math tutor.
Zheng Yu was born with few strings in mathematics, and the multiplication formula table had to be counted with her fingers, and she might not be able to explain a question two or three times back and forth like a car wheel. It's a half-year-old little boy. I didn't think that the little five were stupid and honest, not a little frizzy, I couldn't understand it twice, and I couldn't understand it three times...
The classmates in the class thought that the two of them had a good relationship, but they didn't know that they lived together - Xiao Wuzi didn't let Zheng Yu whisper to others, Zheng Yu blinked and asked him why, and Xiao Wuzi couldn't think about it for a long time. Explain that the ugly man is ugly, "No reason, anyway... It's not good to say."
Zheng Siqi has always been very pleased that the fifth son is smart and eager to learn. With him, his natural liberal arts brain does not have to be confused by some bullshit questions like "May I ask how old the captain is this year". He only hesitated about how the two children should get along with each other under the relationship between himself and Qiao Fengtian, which could be digested and understood in the future.
"Do you understand now?" Xiao Wuzi drew a circle on the paper, and seeing Zheng Yu nodding ignorantly, he continued, "Then you still have to do the math yourself and show it to me."
"You are so serious." Zheng Yu pouted reluctantly, turned his face and smiled again, took the tip of a pencil and made a "Well" on the paper, and drew a circle in the gap, "Better than my father. The topic is still serious, just like the teacher."
Xiao Wuzi was quite cooperative, and drew a fork in the other space of the circle, "You're not serious, so you can't write."
"It's because I'm stupid." Zheng Yu stared at the chess game and hesitated before writing.
"You're not stupid at all." Little Wuzi waited patiently, "You're a little smarter than me. You can understand what the teacher says as soon as you hear it, but it takes me a long time to understand."
"That's because you think more than I do." Zheng Yu made a circle in the lower right corner, "Anyway, you will teach me more in the future. Others learn at school, and I can learn at home. Always listen to the boss. See if I can make it?"
"You can't teach it if you move away." Little Wuzi drew a cross with his eyes down.
"Ah?" Zheng Yu looked up at him, "Are you going to move? Why are you moving? Why don't you live at my house?"
"Because..." Little Wuzi puffed out his cheeks and smiled, "Because my uncle and I are both boys, how can we live in your house all the time." How can we rely on you to survive.
"Does it matter?"
"Of course there is."
"what is the relationship?"
"Said... you don't know either."
"You don't tell me how I know! I say I'm stupid and you say I'm not stupid! You're always like this, I don't say anything and I don't ask you! You just want to leave, you just can't bear to separate Uncle Xiao Qiao Give me a little bit, right?" Zheng Yu was unhappy, and he lowered his head and grabbed the pen to draw a big fork in the space.
"I didn't..." Xiao Wuzi pushed her elbow against her, looking down at her black eyelashes curling up beautifully under the lamp, "I'm not, really, it's not that I don't tell you, it's... I don’t even know what to say, we can’t talk nonsense about the matter of your lord, right, I, we…”
The grammatical phrases Xiao Wuzi has learned so far are not enough for him to express his thoughts and thoughts accurately and fluently in language.
"We don't want to be willful and don't disrespect them."
Xiao Wuzi was a little shy, even more shy than when he was chosen by the head teacher to speak under the flag at the flag-raising ceremony on Monday. His face flushed red for no apparent reason, and against the bright black background, the blackness was rosy.
Zheng Yu could hang an oil bottle with a pouting mouth, and hummed for a long time, "You just bully me for not having a mother."
Seeing how fast she came and went, Xiao Wuzi comforted her in a low voice, "I don't either, we're even."
"Then you have Uncle Joe!"
"Then Uncle Zheng is also very good."
"Then we'll change."
"… "
"Look, you can't bear it!"
"... Uncle Zheng will be unhappy when he hears it."
"He won't! Um... But it can't be changed for too long. After the change, I have to change it back. I still want my father."
There is no update tonight. I will spend the whole day in the practice room tomorrow and update it at night.
I may not be on time until everything is over on the 18th, sorry
In the evening, it was customary for Zheng Siqi to accompany Zheng Yu for a while, while Xiao Wuzi washed up and went to bed early, flipping through an extracurricular reading beside his pillow. The book was bought by Zheng Siqi, and Verne has a complete set. This book is "Adventures in the Center of the Earth", which is not as famous as the French science fiction "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea".
Qiao Fengtian pushed open the door and came in, holding a box of warm pure milk. Xiao Wuzi frowned and closed the book when he saw it, "I'll vomit uncle if I drink it again."
"I'll change to yogurt next week." Qiao Fengtian threw the milk box into his arms, "or soy milk, anyway, you have to drink it and grow taller."
"Uncle Zheng said it depends on genes."
"Yes, look at how good his genes are." Qiao Fengtian sat on the edge of the bed and turned the head of a reading lamp beside the bed in a different direction, "If you don't drink milk well, you will wait for the jujube to grow up. Just head off."
Xiao Wuzi was stunned for a moment, opened the straw and sucked a big mouthful of milk into his mouth.
The lamp was also bought by Zheng Siqi. Xiao Wuzi likes to read in bed, but his posture cannot be so standardized and reasonable all the time. He is afraid that Xiao Wuzi will wear the bottom of a wine bottle at a young age. He pays great attention to the protection of his eyesight, and occasionally sees him doing homework. The waist will also silently press his back behind him.
According to Qiao Fengtian, Zheng Siqi is really good to the little five sons, and at the same time keeps a very appropriate distance, he will not take the initiative to enter his room, he will not take the initiative to check his homework, and he will not make excessively intimate actions or speak. Always suggest or ask. Appears to be well-behaved, with a gap.
At first, Qiao Fengtian thought that Zheng Siqi would not be too exposed for their relationship, but later he came to understand more and more, he did it for the sake of the little five-so that he would not meet Qiao because it was difficult to see each other for a long time. Liang's lack of emotion was unconsciously passed on to himself.
Living together, they meet a lot, and the images they see are often different from a distance.
Zheng Siqi is actually not lazy, he is too lazy to fly, but he can speak well, there is always a reason; Zheng Siqi is short-sighted and astigmatism not to mention, in fact, he is still a little night blind, and is used to leaving night lights at night, Qiao Fengtian will take a long time to fall asleep unless it is dark; Zheng Siqi prefers High-tech products and disposable products can either be replaced and guaranteed for a long time, or they can be thrown away without taking up any space. Qiao Fengtian still prefers tradition, and still thinks that diapers are cotton. Zheng Siqi likes coffee and has capsules. Qiao Fengtian was forced to taste the taste of the machine and the cold brewing pot one by one, but he didn't notice the slightest difference; Zheng Siqi was a little out of bed, and would not speak for half an hour if he couldn't sleep well.
Qiao Fengtian, who did not have the option of marriage in his life, also learned about the vague appearance of "marriage" and the "inappropriateness" of these bits and pieces.
But there are plenty of places that are gentle and appropriate. Zheng Siqi tried to modify his life style and learned to grow flowers and grass. When it rained, many people in the store couldn't get out of his body. He didn't need to call Qiao Fengtian to remind him that he had already remembered to take the potted plants out to absorb water; Zheng Siqi kept in mind Qiao Fengtian's measurements The shoe size, the clothes and shoes that I bought are very suitable, and I never need to return or replace the hem. Qiao Fengtian doesn't know when he wrote it down; Zheng Siqi has sex with him. The frequency of love is normal, but it usually doesn't last long. He was also afraid of Qiao Fengtian's hard work; Zheng Siqi was right when he got up, but he never complained to Qiao Fengtian. Qiao Fengtian helped him shake the quilt and pull a curtain, and all his displeasure was dissipated.
In addition, he has an upper limit and a lower limit for the little five sons, which makes Qiao Fengtian's love for him to a higher level - if it is possible in the future, is it possible to get married
Call this relationship "longevity" and "loyalty" in terms of form and law.
"What did grandma say to you on the phone?" Qiao Fengtian threw the empty milk carton and wiped his mouth with a piece of tissue paper, "On the phone last night."
"Ask me if I'm doing well in my studies, if I'm in good health, I said yes, I asked my dad and grandpa if they were okay, my grandmother said they were all okay, but it's hot, I need to wash, dry, stand and turn over, and my dad isn't doing well. Grandma is still playing."
"Really?"
"Well." The little five made a long strip, "grandma said, she deliberately folded all the wicker sticks and polished the skin and branches, especially for Dad, when the chopsticks fell off the palm of her hand, she stood up and sat down for a while. The palm of your hand, the one who can't speak clearly, the palm of your hand if you can't drink the fish soup." Xiao Wuzi nodded, "Grandma said that you have to fight, the more you fight, the more perseverance, and the faster you push the better."
Qiao Fengtian was noncommittal and smiled.
"Then grandma... did you ask me about it?"
Xiao Wuzi paused for a moment, then touched his nose, "Ask."
"Oh."
"Little Wuzi didn't say anything." He pursed his lips, his eyebrows were drawn together like an adult, and his eyes immediately showed some determination and awe-inspiring that did not match his age. I won't say it, uncle... don't worry, uncle."
Qiao Fengtian was stunned for a moment, then smiled again, "You know what I'm thinking, so tell me not to worry?" He reached out and pressed his thumb with his eyebrows, "Don't always act like a little adult."
"I don't know if what I know is what Uncle thinks." Xiao Wuzi closed his eyes and let him rub, "So I won't say it."
"How do you know if you don't tell me?"
"I said... you're going to be angry."
"You beat up your little classmate like that last time. Am I mad at you?"
"… "
Qiao Fengtian didn't force him, and went down to touch his profile with his palm. He's a little fatter than when he was in Langxi. He's still black. In the end, he's grown a bit fleshy and feels soft. "If you don't say it, don't say it. Go to bed earlier and grow taller."
"I don't tell others who my uncle likes."
Qiao Fengtian looked at his jet-black pupils, and Xiao Wuzi's eyebrows were similar to his, looking at him was like looking at himself. Children's eyes often have natural innocence and fierceness, and they can break a straight path in their own way, just like the Tyndall effect.
"I… who do I like?"
Xiao Wuzi's ability to observe words and expressions is different from other children. Qiao Fengtian knew early in the morning that he would not be afraid to tell him something after finishing it. This child is too naive and sensible. Qiao Fengtian just felt that it was too early to tell him, but he didn't expect him to silently see many things more clearly than adults, and understood and digested them alone.
Xiao Wuzi smiled suddenly, wrinkled his nose and blinked his eyes like an ordinary and weird little boy, "Uncle likes me."