The sweet smell of citrus

Young and ignorant, she prefers to have a daughter who is opposite to her, and she is...reading?

Woke up early in the bed, everything was packed, schoolbag was on the side, and she nestled on the sofa obediently and quietly, which reminded Cheng Weiguo of her childhood.

Nose sour.

The middle-aged entrepreneur almost cried.

He sniffed lightly, and walked slowly and quietly to the sofa.

He secretly glanced at the contents of the notes in Cheng Jialan's hand.

Cheng Weiguo, who has never read any books, can't understand the notes, but the sketches, key points, graphics, etc., made him realize it!His daughter is studying!

……

excitement!

Cheng Weiguo was falling into a climax of self-movement, Cheng Jialan felt that there was a shadow on the book, and looked back.

The enlarged version of the man's face startled her.

"Old man Cheng, what are you doing so early in the morning? What are you doing sneakily standing behind me?"

"..."

Cheng Weiguo shook his head, "It's nothing, just to see what you are doing."

"It's none of your business what I'm looking at." After murmuring in a low voice, Cheng Jialan stuffed the notes into his schoolbag, but thinking about the owner of the notes, his quick hand paused just as he was about to put it into the pocket .

She took her time and put the notebook neatly into her schoolbag.

"You're already downstairs, so breakfast must be ready."

With that said, she took her things and sat down at the dining table.

Cheng Weiguo looked at the sofa, his mouth drooped, and he went to the dining table silently.

After the two of you are seated, get well soon.

As usual, the father and daughter didn't have much communication, they ate their own food, and occasionally, they only talked to Cheng Weiguo, and Cheng Jialan responded indifferently.

But there is a difference.

After finishing her own soy milk and buns, Cheng Jialan didn't pick up her schoolbag and left immediately, but dawdled for a while, and stood next to Cheng Weiguo.

"Old Cheng...I misunderstood you last time."

"You really didn't arrange people by my side this time as before."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have quarreled with you last time." After quickly finishing the three sentences, Cheng Jialan saw that Cheng Weiguo didn't respond, feeling a little unconvinced, and ran out the door grabbing his schoolbag.

She was about to go out when Cheng Weiguo belatedly waved and called Cheng Jialan's name:

"Lanlan, those fathers didn't take it seriously...it was me before..."

But before he finished speaking, Cheng Jialan walked away.

The old man sat at the dinner table by himself for a long time, meditating for a long time.

My daughter went to school for a while, and things changed.

What changed her?

Chapter 24

Arriving at school early, I don't know if it's because I didn't sleep very soundly yesterday, but today Song Yi is a bit hazy.

It can't be called sleepy, but it is indeed not as energetic as usual.

There will be math and biology classes in the morning... This state is absolutely unacceptable.

Before anyone in the class came, Song Yi erected his book, half-closed his eyes and began to recover his energy.

The atmosphere was not too quiet, there were small voices around, but everything was rhythmic and regular, and Song Yi soon became a little groggy.

At the critical point of losing consciousness, a burst of footsteps came suddenly.

The drowsiness made people react half a beat slower. The sound of footsteps had already rushed to his side, followed by the sound of tables and chairs rubbing against the ground.

The voice was harsh, and it interrupted Song Yi's drowsiness at once.

"Squad leader!"

"..."

Putting down the book, I found that the owner of the noise had a happy face.

"Squad leader, what's the matter with you? You look listless, did you not sleep well yesterday?"

There was noise when entering the door, and now she still has to comment loudly... Who is to blame for her not sleeping well?

Pressing his hand on the book, Song Yi raised the corner of his mouth, "Well, I felt a little uncomfortable yesterday."

"Oh."

Not feeling well?

Cheng Jialan thought of what Song Yi did yesterday almost instantly, with a concerned and kind face, "Did you ride too fast when you came home yesterday, so you screwed it up and felt uncomfortable?"

The woman's hand froze.

Song Yi, who had a calm expression on his face, suddenly raised his head, and the expression on his face changed several times, "Did you see me cycling home?"

Isn't Cheng Jialan taking a car to and from school every day?how--

Song Yi was shocked, and Cheng Jialan felt that she was a little unhappy, and she didn't understand why, but she answered whatever Song Yi asked, and she didn't lie, "I waited for you at the door, and I saw it."

……

The appearance of myself racing in the dark last night quickly came to my mind.

No need to imagine carefully, Song Yi also knew that he probably looked stupid, with hair flying around, covering his face left and right, wearing a huge mask, and his clothes were probably messed up in the night wind.

Must have been very... unmannered.

ugly.And this ugly and imageless appearance was actually seen by others.

The more he thought about it, the more unhappy Song Yi's expression became.

Cheng Jialan on the side was immersed in the joy of reminiscing, and didn't notice the change in Song Yi's expression. He just laughed twice and said, "I didn't expect you, the squad leader, to be riding so fast."

"If I hadn't been familiar with your hairstyle and clothes, I wouldn't have recognized you at once."