born stubborn

The expression on Ding Yuanyuan's face was originally an expression of unknown doubts. She waited for Yuan Yang's words to end. After thinking about it, she suddenly realized what Yuan Yang meant. Her face flushed instantly, and she quickly waved her hands and said:

"No, no, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that, I just want to help you, I... I, I have a boyfriend."

"... Oh." Yuan Yang frowned, and let go of his hand.

The elevator closed with a bang, and Ding Yuanyuan, who was blushing, went up.

Yuan Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief, took out the key, and opened the door.

"Kutou, come on, bite him!"

Xia Guai hid behind the door with a mop, waiting for Yuan Yang to enter the door, picked up the mop head and poked Yuan Yang's leg.

Yuan Yang jumped nimbly and avoided her sneak attack, but his knee hurt and hissed, "Are you walking your dog again?"

"Ah, what are you running? I haven't walked it for many days, and now it's not quick to bite people."

Xia Guai was a little disappointed in not being able to poke Yuan Yang, grabbed the mop, and started circling the room boredly again.

Yuan Yang put his schoolbag aside, changed his shoes at the door, and joked with her, "Go pester your dad and ask him to buy you a real dog."

Xia obediently rolled a blank look at Yuan Yang, "If he is willing to buy it for me, I still use a mop? What nonsense!"

The corner of Yuan Yang's mouth twitched, "I'm afraid you'll ruin his room of antiques."

Xia Guai had no reason to refute, and poked the mop head on the floor depressedly, "Then you still instigate me? It's boring!"

"Just you at home?"

Yuan Yang changed his shoes, picked up his schoolbag, and prepared to go upstairs.

"Ah, I don't know why they went there. They said they would come back later and let you cook for me." Xia Guai put the mop into the bathroom, pointed at it and ordered: "Kutou, don't run around. Wait for me, I have something to discuss with your little brother."

"The queen of the second class." Yuan Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, shook his head, and walked upstairs with his knees on his hands.

"stop."

Xia Guai ran out from the bathroom, put his hands on his hips, pointed at Yuan Yang who had just stepped up two steps, and asked loudly, "Brother, tell me the truth, are you in love with Red Maoyan?"

"Wool?" Yuan Yang looked back at her, like a young adult showing off his might, Yuan Yang smiled helplessly: "Talk about wool, red wool."

Xia Guai pointed to the ceiling and asked, "It's the red woolen thread upstairs."

Yuan Yang looked up at the ceiling, trying to understand that Xia Guai was referring to Ding Yuanyuan, so he pulled his face, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Xia Guai put his hips on his hips again, and said unconvinced: "I heard it all. You were yapping at the elevator entrance just now. I saw it through my cat's eyes. You still don't admit it?"

"Fuck you, ladder," Yuan Yang explained with a cold face, "She's helping me with my homework."

Xia Guai tilted her mushroom head and thought for a while, "Oh... then tell me the truth, is the red wool male or female?"

"Are you in control? Go for a walk with your cool head."

Yuan Yang didn't bother to talk to her anymore, and continued to walk upstairs.

Xia Guai muttered unconvinced: "I'm your sister, of course I can take care of it, men have to pick and choose, women definitely can't."

Yuan Yang was so depressed that he was going crazy, he turned his head and glared at her, "I told you not to let you see those strange things, believe it or not, I'll unscrew Kutou's head?"

"Slightly slightly..." Xia Guai stuck out her tongue at him.

"nerve!"

Yuan Yang threw his schoolbag on his shoulders, endured the pain in his knees, and thumped upstairs.

After entering his room, throwing his schoolbag aside, Yuan Yang lay down on the bed, clasped his knees with his hands, and closed his eyes for a while.

Messy, messy mess.

Xia Guai always likes to make jokes about him, of course it's just a joke, because Xia Guai can't possibly know what Yuan Yang is thinking.

This kind of joke, Xia Guai often made fun of him heartlessly, but Yuan Yang never dared to accept it.

He has a guilty conscience.

"Brother, I'm hungry." Xia Guai called him downstairs, his voice intentionally pitiful.

Yuan Yang got up, shook his dizzy head, and went downstairs.

"What to eat?"

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

It's not that Xia Guai's pursuit is not high, it's because Yuan Yang can only do this.

Taking out two tomatoes and two eggs from the refrigerator, Yuan Yang went into the kitchen to take a look, and saw that his aunt had steamed the rice in the rice cooker before going out.

Xia Guaihou was watching him from outside the kitchen door, with a cosplay lolita cap on his mushroom head.

Yuan Yang chopped the tomatoes, cracked the eggs, and took a spoon to heat the oil pan.

"Brother, wear this." Xia Guai picked up her aunt's floral apron from the wall and handed it to him.

Yuan Yang refused to answer, "It's from your mother's department, I don't need it."

"There is oil." Xia Guai went around behind Yuan Yang, shook off the apron, and tiptoed to help Yuan Yang tie it around his neck, "You should be lower, I can't reach it."

Yuan Yang reluctantly bent her long legs so that she could tie them on, "It will be ready soon, why do you have to put this on for me?"

"Don't move." Xia Guai pulled another pink towel, and skillfully wrapped Yuan Yang's head with a cute flower bud,

"Pick it for me." Yuan Yang protested.

Xia Guai smiled coyly: "If you don't pick it up, you owe me a COS, and I just paid it back."

Yuan Yang turned over the vegetables in the pot with a spoon, and didn't bother to pay attention to her.

"Brother!" Xia Guai suddenly screamed at the kitchen door.

Yuan Yang held the pot to be picked up in one hand and the spoon in the other. He was wearing a floral apron and a pink towel wrapped around his head. He turned to look at Xia Guai with ignorant eyes.

Kacha, the camera on Xia Guai's phone rang, and she burst out laughing, "Pfft... Kawaii."

"Deleted!" Yuan Yang stared, Chao Xia waved the oil spoon obediently, "Believe it or not, I'll hit you with a spoon?"

"Okay, okay, delete, delete." Xia Guai snickered and poked at the phone, but actually clicked to save, and chose a very outrageous file name 'ren.wife and little brother'.

The tomato was wrapped in a buttery egg. It looked so good. Xia Guai took a bite, smacked his lips, and glanced at Yuan Yang, "Brother, I've changed my mind."

Yuan Yang untied his apron, "What tricks are you playing?"

"The file name is inappropriate." Xia Guai pouted.

Yuan Yang glared at her, "What's the name of the file? Eat first, and I'm still doing my homework."

Xia Guai pointed to the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the table, "It's so unpalatable."

Yuan Yang took a look, picked up a chopstick and tasted it, his face turned pale.

"Who told you to mess with me, forgot to put salt."

When Xia Weichu and his wife came back, Yuan Yang threatened Xia Guai with a spoon to clean up the kitchen.

"Little boy, have you eaten yet?" Auntie asked with concern as soon as she entered the door.

"Eat." Xia Guai pushed Yuan Yang to hide upstairs.

"Yuan Yang, wait a moment." Xia Weichu called him to stop.

Xia Weichu had a high face, sitting in front of the pear tea sea in the living room, scooped a spoonful of Dahongpao and stuffed it into the teapot, looking like he was going to have a long talk with Yuan Yang.

Why is it a derogatory term to live under the fence, because no one likes to see the feeling of being inferior to others who have to obey others' orders and cannot be autonomous.

Yuan Yang resented this, but he couldn't show it.

"Yuanyang, sit down." Xia Weichu pointed to the low mahogany stool opposite.

Yuan Yang sat down, his knees were sore and numb, he held back his silence, and stared down at the tea pet toad placed in the sea of ​​tea.

"Yuan Yang, you are much more obedient than when you were a child."

Xia Weichu praised him for being honest, but he didn't know that he actually didn't want to see Xia Weichu, nor did he want to talk to Xia Weichu.

Xia Weichu never knew what kind of role he played in the heart of Yuan Yang, his nephew.

Xia Weichu feels guilty about Yuan Yang's father, but it's not serious. He feels that he can make up for it with his care and help to Yuan Yang.

After all, the person who has passed away has already passed away, the important thing is that they are still alive, Xia Weichu thinks that Yuan Yang thinks the same way.

"Yuanyang, the college entrance examination will be in one year. Which university do you plan to take?" Xia Weichu asked slowly.

"I didn't think so."

Yuan Yang said perfunctorily, it's not that he didn't think about it, but he didn't think about it at all. With his current cultural achievements, it's not bad to be able to get three or four books.

Xia Weichu tilted his head to look at him, "Don't want to enter Nanying Academy of Fine Arts?"

Yuan Yang especially wanted to sneer coolly, Nanying Academy of Fine Arts?

Even if you think about it with your ass, you know that he won't pass the exam!

For Yuan Yang, a prestigious school where outstanding candidates from all over the country sharpen their heads and squeeze in is a dream.

Yes, it means dreaming and thinking.

Seeing that he was silent, Xia Weichu lowered his head and washed the sea of ​​tea with boiling water, and said seriously: "Look, Uncle, you are good at painting, and you will be admitted to Nanying Academy of Fine Arts."

Kao, what to bake?Electric oven?Brazier?

Yuan Yang was depressed and wanted to laugh, Xia Weichu said that he painted well, but it was Xia Weichu's disguised self-showing of the painting skills he taught Yuan Yang.

But Yuan Yang's pathetic grades are as low as steel jumping in a beggar's bowl, and he can't even climb the street outside Nanyingmei Academy.

Not to mention walking into the gate of Nanying Academy of Fine Arts in a grand manner.

Xia Weichu didn't make a sound when he saw him, and looked up at him, "Yuan Yang, why don't you speak?"

"I can't pass the exam, and my grades are not good." Yuan Yang said very self-aware.

Xia Weichu smiled, "Well, yes, I know."

The triple affirmation proves that Xia Weichu also knows how bad Yuan Yang's grades are, so why continue this fruitless conversation?

Yuan Yang stood up and wanted to leave, "I'm going to do my homework."

"Wait a minute, I haven't finished talking yet." Xia Weichu put down the teapot in his hand and stopped him.

"Yuan Yang, I discussed it with your aunt, and I plan to find you a teacher or a classmate who is good at studying, and help you make up your cultural lessons." Xia Weichu said.

It turned out that this was the key point. Xia Weichu wanted him to be admitted to the Nanying Academy of Fine Arts, knowing that his cultural achievements were not good, so he planned to find someone to help him make up lessons in advance.

Yuan Yang thought that even if it was a make-up class, it seemed useless to him, so he raised his eyes, "No need?"

"It's okay, I'll pay for it." Xia Weichu thought that Yuan Yang was afraid of spending money, so he comforted him and said, "You will take the college entrance examination next year, so you still have time."

Yuan Yang Panhuan was a little conflicted between agreeing and refusing.

Xia Weichu looked at him, "The new neighbor on the 7th floor said that his daughter is also in third middle school, senior high school, and her academic performance is good. I wanted to find her, but the couple are both graduate students. The requirements are also relatively strict, and it is unlikely that their daughter will be willing to contact you."

Xia Weichu actually mentioned Ding Yuanyuan, Yuan Yang nodded along with his intention, wanted to laugh, but didn't.

unwilling?It's too late if you don't want to. Their daughter Ding Yuanyuan has already started to help him, although she is only helping him with his homework.

Xia Weichu added, "Your aunt and I went to Li Xinze's place, treated him to a meal, and asked him to look for it for you."

"Our homeroom teacher?" Yuan Yang was quite surprised, Xia Weichu went to Li Xinze for this matter.

"Ah, he learned painting from me before, he is my apprentice." Xia Weichu said with a smile.

"Your uncle, you have only accepted such an apprentice, and you need his help when you transfer to another school." The aunt interjected.

Yuan Yang was even more surprised. No wonder Li Xinze often took care of him in professional classes. It turned out that he had such a relationship with Xia Weichu.

"what are you thinking?"

Xia Weichu handed Yuan Yang a cup of tea, Yuan Yang took it, put it on the table, didn't drink it, and said as usual: "I'll work hard."

"That's right," Xia Weichu nodded, "We must bring up the grades as soon as possible."

Leng...

Yuan Yang's cell phone rang, and he took a look in his hand, it was a message from Ding Yuanyuan:

[It hangs down, pick it up. ]

Yuan Yang smiled, "Well, there's nothing else, I'll go up first."

"Ah." Xia Weichu nodded again, waved his hand, signaling Yuan Yang to leave.