Yang Han had a lot of fun at Yang Mo's hometown in Qingdao, and when he didn't have a door, he went to Lu Yueming. More times, Lu Yueming's mother also knew her.
Lu Yueming developed the habit of setting two alarm clocks. After the earlier alarm went off, I got up in a daze, opened the door, put the fruit snacks on the table, and went back to resume sleep.
As soon as the official alarm goes off, when he gets up again, the food in the living room will successfully capture a Yang Han.
Lu Yueming's parents liked her very much, and Yang Han, who was usually captured, would chat with his uncles and aunts while eating. When he saw Lu Yueming, whose hair was a little frizzy, came out, Yang Han would say happily: "Xiaolu is early!"
Lu Yueming smiled at her: "Morning."
Xu Jia sometimes chatted with him, but when she found out that Yang Han stayed with Lu Yueming all day long. She stopped talking about people, and posted a message to denounce that the eldest princess was sloppy and arrogant, and she fell out of favor after serving for half a year.
Yang Han: "??"
Yang Han is already a faint-hearted prince who doesn't remember his old feelings, and said indifferently: "Cold Palace."
Xu Jia: "Huh."
…
Year is over.
The consequence of playing too much is that the paper for winter vacation homework is original and unadded.
There was something wrong with the company halfway through, so Han Shiyu flew away first.
When he went back, Yang Mo was in charge of driving, saying goodbye to Lao Yang and Erdan, and carrying Yang Han and Han Lang back.
Yang Han's schoolbag had never been opened, she wanted to escape from reality, but the heavy weight pulled her back to cruelty.
The head teacher asked them to plan their vacation plans, study according to the table, and ask their parents to sign and write five-cross comments at regular intervals. When he started to procrastinate once or twice, Yang Han could always come up with a reason to comfort himself - he said that he had saved up a piece to sign together, or maybe he was too invested in his studies last time and forgot about it. Anyway, Yang Mo would not care about it... But a procrastination It fell six times.
It's getting closer and closer to the photo-taking day when the teacher will hand in the schedule. Yang Han could only bite the bullet and go to Yang Mo.
When Comrade Xiao Yang stood pitifully in front of the sofa with his parents' signature form, Yang Mo was unmoved, sitting with his legs folded, and calmly poured a cup of hot water.
Yang Han: "Dad..."
Yang Mo: "Huh?"
"Parents sign..." Yang Han's voice became smaller and smaller, "Six times..."
Yang Mo took her blank form, took a sip of water at the same time, and said, "Why didn't the previous one come to me."
All of Yang Han's self-conceited reasons became dry, clogged in his throat, "Forget about..."
"Oh," Yang Mo said: "It turned out that I just forgot."
Yang Han: "Mmmm."
Yang Mo looked at her and said, "Then it must be finished. Where is the homework?"
Yang Han: "…"
She aggrievedly put the blank paper in front of Yang Mo.
Yang Mo didn't even flip it, and pointed to the brand new cover. Said: "What's the matter, accidentally Ctrl+A delete again?"
Yang Han: "…"
Yang Mo said that after he went to high school, she stopped urging him to study. When Yang Han was playing crazy, he didn't say a word, just waiting for her to learn this lesson.
Seeing that Yang Mo didn't intend to write at all, Yang Han said in a huff, "But... but tomorrow I will be taking pictures and posting them." She raised her eyes, trying to squeeze out as much moisture as possible to impress Yang Mo.
Yang Mo didn't take this set of questions on these issues, put the water glass back on the table, slowly pushed the blank form back, and said, "Well, I'll think of a way."
Yang Mo said: "You can check the history or the recycle bin."
Yang Han: "Wow."
He looked at Yang Han and asked, "Do you know what's wrong?"
Yang Han bowed his head: "I see."
Yang Mo sighed and softened his tone a bit, but he still did not give in, and said, "You can think of a way yourself." He added: "Don't go to Han Shiyu."
Yang Han was so distressed, his father was determined to let her learn this lesson to the end.
In the end, Yang Han still called his grandma and took the bus to Han Lang's house. After promising to study hard in the next few days and make up for all the missed lessons. Han Lang still signed for her out of softheartedness.
Yang Han wanted to find someone to do homework with and make up lessons by the way. She suddenly remembered her appointment with Liu Zuoye, and she wanted to invite her to come and study together at home to meet Han Shiyu by the way, so she sent her a message first. But Liu Zuoye never replied. A few days later, Lu Yueming came back from his hometown, Yang Han seemed to have caught the savior, and hurriedly asked Xiaolu if he was free a few days after the holiday.
Lu Yueming readily agreed.
As soon as the doorbell rang, Yang Mo opened the door. Lu Yueming bowed slightly when he saw him, and called, "Hello, uncle."
No matter how many times he sees Yang Mo, Lu Yueming maintains the same respect, no matter how Yang Mo persuades him. Yang Mo reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Don't be restrained."
Lu Yueming: "Yes."
As soon as he entered the door, he saw the opening words in the living room.
Lu Yueming: "..."
Under the hanging letter, on the sofa, Yang Han, who was buried in the paper, cried, "Xiaolu—"
…
Lu Yueming took a piece of her scratch paper, thought for a while, and said, "Is this written by my uncle?"
Yang Han: "Yes."
Lu Yueming's eyes lit up and he opened his lips to speak, but Yang Han took the topic away first, and Yang Han said, "I guess you want to ask, 'How does Uncle Yang Mo usually give you extra lessons?'"
"..." Lu Yueming said, "... oh."
Yang Han was accustomed to it and continued: "Before, Dad was very patient with me. No matter how many times I have taught it, as long as I say 'I still don't understand', he will repeat it."
After high school, Yang Mo's counseling became semi-autonomous. Yang Han said sadly: "Now, he only writes it on paper for me once, and then leaves me to fend for itself."
Lu Yueming couldn't help laughing and said, "This is good for you. High school is a transition period to self-study."
"Okay..." Yang Han sighed with emotion for a while, glanced at the large number of archives in his hand, pulled back his imagination, and said to Lu Yueming, "Then what should I do with this question..."
…
"How to do this question..."
Mishu held back for a long time.
The three of them seemed to be separated by a vacuum, and there was no possibility of sound transmission. The quiet atmosphere made her breathless.
"What question."
Han Shiyu and Yang Mo were separated by a certain distance. One was reading the newspaper and the other was looking at the mobile phone. When they heard her question, they said in unison.
The two looked at each other.
Mi Shu said: "Material, physics, thermal..."
Han Shiyu pursed his lips and watched as Yang Mo moved the stool and moved closer to Mi Shu. He saw Yang Mo's mobile phone on the table, with an electronic textbook on the screen. He was actually taking advantage of this moment to seriously review the knowledge of high school physics.
Han Shiyu continued to sit in his seat, showing the People's Daily in front of him, with a look over there.
Mi Shu: "But this piston tells the thickness..."
Yang Mo: "Compared to the length of the cylinder, it can be ignored here. You will encounter a lot of such problems in the future and ask you to estimate, then you can ignore some relatively small numbers as appropriate... "
Han Shiyu tapped the newspaper slowly with his fingers.
After speaking, Mi Shu suddenly realized, and Yang Mo summed up the knowledge points and tips for her. Mi Shu was moved like a treasure. She continued to take out the math problem and cried while pointing at the derivative problem. After Yang Mo briefly taught her the almighty Labida, Mi Shu seemed to have opened up the two veins of Ren and Du, and he was quite like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves when he started the question.
Two hours later, Mi Shu held him in his arms, and he said gratefully: "Brother, brother, I don't regret cheating on you for ten dollars. Even if you came to take revenge, I'd be worth it."
Yang Mo: "..."
Han Shiyu coughed.
Mi Shu released Yang Mo and looked at him.
Han Shiyu closed the newspaper and smiled, "I've been studying for so long, do you want to take a break?"
Mi Shu nodded and said, "Okay." She got up, "I'll cut fruit for you..."
The door was closed, and only Yang Mo and Han Shiyu were left here.
The atmosphere was quiet for a while, and Yang Mo spoke first. He curled his fingers and asked, "What have you been doing recently."
Han Shiyu said, "Learn."
Yang Mo said, "Are you busy?"
Han Shiyu: "It's okay."
Yang Mo turned on his phone, paddled aimlessly, and said, "I haven't seen any movement from you recently, I thought you were busy."
Han Shiyu said: "You said, you don't like me arguing with you."
The air was inexplicably quiet again.
Yang Mo's fingers froze, and he kept pressing an APP inadvertently, and the phone asked him if he wanted to uninstall it. Yang Mo took a breath and said, "When did I say that?"
Han Shiyu: "Last week in the cafeteria."
Yang Mo frowned and said: "I just said 'as you', when did it become so absolute."
Han Shiyu blinked, as if he understood something, and asked, "So, you like it."
Yang Mo put the phone aside, looked into his eyes, and said, "Han Shiyu, don't you want to be black and white like a child?"
"What's the point of this," Han Shiyu said, "it's just to ask if you would like me to follow you all day, and the answer is yes or no. If you say 'follow me', that's what I think. I am I want to ask what you think..."
After listening to Yang Mo rubbed his eyes, his temperament was straight and he would never think so much. He said with a headache: "Why are you struggling so much, you are not in love."
Han Shiyu confessed: "Because I want to find you, I'm afraid you will be annoying."
Yang Mo supported his forehead and said, "No."
Han Shiyu was happy and said, "It's over if you say so early."
Yang Mo said: "There is something wrong with your wording."
"Like it or not" and "Would you like it" are more than half a star apart. Even if he added a buff to Yang Mo's face, he couldn't express the former's answer.
Han Shiyu raised his eyebrows, understood what he meant, and asked, "Brother, are you single?"
Yang Mo: "What's wrong?"
Han Shiyu smiled and said, "Actually, I don't mind you treating me as your little boyfriend."
Yang Mo said lightly, "You're looking for the wrong person, I don't have that interest."
Han Shiyu, who was making fun of himself, said: "...I was just joking."
Yang Mo stared at him, not wanting to laugh.
Mi Shu opened the door and came in, and the brief conversation between the two ended. She carried a plate of watermelon, put it on the table, and said, "It's hard work, quench your thirst."
…
Halfway through, Yang Mo brought them a drink, and sighed when he saw Yang Han who was unconscious in his homework. With his fingers bent, he tapped her head gently.
The dying Yang Han: "Dad... I made ten papers in the nine subjects in the morning."
Yang Mo looked at Lu Yueming. Lu Yueming certified her without lying or copying.
Yang Mo nodded, and when he saw the time, he realized that it was getting late, so he wanted to stay with Lu Yueming for dinner. Lu Yueming originally wanted to resign, but Yang Han asked him to stay for another afternoon. It was too troublesome to go back and come back again, so I agreed to the invitation to lunch.
Han Shiyu went to the headquarters for many days after the New Year, and came back after finishing everything. He just got off the plane today. I was sent home by car at noon. When he pushed the door and came in, Han Shiyu saw Lu Yueming and said, "There are guests."
Lu Yueming: "Hello, uncle."
Han Shiyu greeted him.
"Last—let's see who's back." He hung up his suit, and went to the kitchen to find Yang Mo to give him a hug to replenish his vitality. After getting a "go away", he took out a bottle of cocktail from the refrigerator with satisfaction, and was paralyzed. Start brushing your phone on the sofa.
Yang Han, who was drained by his homework, also spread out on the sofa.
The place Han Shiyu could occupy was narrow, and he said, "Get up and go."
Yang Han: "I came first, you can find another place."
The father and daughter fought for a while, and finally decided to divide the site equally.
Lu Yueming, who was sitting next to Yang Han, smiled and said nothing. It seems that the process after the president "gets off work" and returns home is no different from that of contemporary social animals.
Suddenly, a message came to Yang Han's cell phone. "Huh?" She looked intently, and Liu Zuoye, who had sent a message a day earlier, replied.
Liu Zuoye: "Sorry, I just got back from home."
She posted another: "Is it alright now, I'm free."