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I don't understand why I have been refusing to accept Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming is good-looking, obedient, easy on the bed, able to do housework and not waste money, the point is that he is devoted to me, and to be honest, I like him a lot.

This kind of liking has nothing to do with the body, it's a pure liking, but it's not as strong as it is for Zongze.

But I didn't express my opinion for a long time, and every time I got out of bed to clean up the mess, I felt like a scumbag.

Not like, that is.

I looked at Xiao Ming's side face in a deep sleep because of being too tired with complicated emotions, his mouth was slightly opened, exhaled warm breath, and made a small "humming" sound from time to time.

The more I look at it, the more cute I feel, and the more I feel like a scumbag.

One day when I went home, I was very tired. I saw Xiao Ming holding a book and reading it seriously, but he didn't hear me coming back.

I paced to his side, he was startled, and hastily closed the book.

I looked at the cover, "Confessions of a Mask".

"Why are you so nervous? Just watch it if you want." I said with a smile.

"Brother, you have a lot of books here." Xiao Ming said.

"You said it as if it was the first day you moved in." I sat down next to him. "I bought it and didn't have time to read it. It's a pity to put it here. It just so happens that you have time to read more books."

Xiao Ming smiled and said: "I don't know why, but I suddenly want to read a book today. I usually don't pay attention to it, but today I found that there are many books on the bookcase that I have always wanted to read."

I said that it is a good thing to like reading books. If you like it, I will take you to the library tomorrow to get a card.

"Really," Xiao Ming smiled, "Thank you brother."

After completing the card application, Xiao Ming turned his attention away from me to the book, and one day he bluntly said, "Books are much more interesting than you, bro."

"Your uncle." I said, still very happy in my heart.

Xiao Ming is a young life of only 20 years old. There should be more meaningful things in his life.

Xiao Ming reads a variety of books, ranging from astronomy to geography. After reading Jinyong Gulong, he went to study Huanzhuzhulou. He also spent two months carefully studying "General History of the World" and half a set of "Historical Records".

"I don't want to read history books anymore." He decided to return the remaining half of "Historical Records" that he hadn't finished reading. "I'm definitely not reading this stuff."

One day he asked me again: "Brother, can you buy me some teaching aids?"

"What to buy?"

"Teacher."

"Teach what?"

"... Jiaofu."

I suddenly realized that the way I made such a fuss was as if I had never read a book, and the influence was not good.

I pretended to be calm and said: "Okay, what kind of teaching aids should I buy?"

"Mathematics," he paused, "I want to go to the bookstore and decide whether to buy high school or advanced mathematics."

Xiao Ming has worked hard to this point, I think I probably understand something.

"Xiao Ming, do you want to take the college entrance examination?" I asked, "Go to a university you like and learn a major or something."

Xiao Ming hesitated for a long time, "I don't want to."

Although I don't want to, I still read books every day, and my home is unconsciously full of cultural atmosphere.

This is probably the smell of books, I don't know if it is emanating from those yellowed pages, or it is a kind of temperament that Xiao Ming protrudes when he sits there.

I personally think it's the latter.For this reason, I become gentle when I am in bed.

"Brother, you can't do it anymore." Xiao Ming, who finally became more comfortable because of my gentleness, joked.

Oh, goblin, you'll pay for it.

The bed creaked like a baby's cradle or an old man's recliner.

Xiao Ming said that in today's society, only when it is in line with international standards can we be regarded as real talents.

So he made up his mind to study English hard.

English has always been my weakness. I haven't really figured out the difference between I and me until now.

Xiao Ming's enthusiasm for learning made me a little scared, and I always felt that I would be abandoned by this world where knowledge is power.

One night I had a dream, dreaming that Xiao Ming was wearing a red turban, leading millions of people's troops who couldn't see their faces to attack me, shouting a uniform and loud slogan:

"knowledge is power!"

I also started to read books after work.