pretend to be poor

Xiao Hua was in a bad mood, so she had to wait for her injury to heal and observe for a period of time before she could pick it up.

Tong Huai sat on the side, watched Xiao Hua fall asleep, and helped Xue Ting to stand up: "Let's go."

On weekends, there are always a group of brats gathered near the old house, making a lot of noise, but the dilapidated corridor is very quiet.

From midsummer to early autumn, Xue Ting sent Tong Huai back many times, but this was the first time he entered this corridor and entered Tong Huai's home.

This is the place where Tong Huai's mother grew up, which has special meaning for him and Tong Jingyuan.

Besides Yu Wen, Tong Huai also brought other people in for the first time.

Surprisingly, I didn't feel repelled.

The mottled and old anti-theft door creaked and opened slowly, revealing the whole picture of the old house.

The walls covered with a time filter look like furniture in the style of the last century, and newspapers are still pasted on the walls. The whole space is small and old, but well-organized.

Xue Ting was surprised and raised his eyebrows: "I thought the place where you were staying would be a kennel."

Tong Huai is not guilty: "I am diligent."

——My industrious Aunt Chen comes once every three to five days!

After finishing speaking, he refused Xue Ting's company, and walked into the master bedroom with the help of the table and chairs, to pack the things he needed.

Xue Ting had no objection, put one hand in his pocket and looked around.

This kind of small and dilapidated environment is incompatible with the delicate Tong Huai.

It's not that Tong Huai's dress is gorgeous, but that there is something subtle about him, as if he has been carefully raised and raised, which is bright, clear, and transparent.

That is the temperament that overflows from every inch of flesh and bone, to the corners of eyebrows, eyes and lips, to every gesture of every gesture.

In fact, Tong Huai's experience was not compatible with his own expression.

No one who has experienced darkness can have his clear and flawless eyes.

Xue Ting was a bit skeptical at first, and held a half-believing attitude towards the tragic experience Tong Huai narrated, but after looking around the surrounding environment, he was unsure again.

Obviously, Tong Huai likes this room very much, and is also very familiar with the environment here.

There shouldn't be any idiot in the world who has money but has a bad brain. He would go to a small restaurant to clean the table during the summer vacation, and leave a more comfortable place to stay, and live in this kind of place all the time.

After Xue Ting thought about it, he smiled lightly.

It seems that he can't help paying attention to Tong Huai recently, and his emotions are often affected by him.

He retracted his gaze and walked to the window sill, thinking that this should be the place where Tong Huai watched him leave several times. He opened the curtains and found a small pot of roses on the balcony.

Most of Tong Huai's textbooks were left in the classroom, and there were not many to take away. He rummaged through the closet, tore out a few clothes, and stuffed them into the schoolbag along with homework and textbooks. Standing by the window, looking at the little flower in Tong Jingyuan's heart, he slapped his forehead: "I almost forgot, get it for me."

"You raised it?" Xue Ting didn't think that Tong Huai would grow flowers with his temperament, so he came over and picked up his schoolbag and handed the flowers over.

"No... hey, it's okay," Tong Huai held both hands, thought for a while, and explained, "It's my mother's favorite flower."

In the past, Xue Ting had a good understanding of everything, and would not go deep into such sensitive topics, but this time he answered the words in a strange way: "Your mother..."

Tong Huai's beautiful eyes were slightly bent, and his expression was unexpectedly gentle: "My mother is very beautiful and gentle, and she is the best mother and wife in the world."

Xue Ting looked at him quietly.

Little curly likes his mother very much.

The proposition composition he hated most when he was a child was "My Mother".

The softest part of my heart seemed to be poked lightly, sour and soft.

Xue Ting hummed, and rubbed Tong Huai's soft curly hair: "Go back."

He lowered his eyes and spoke softly, "Want to hug?"

There are so many brats downstairs, they've all met each other for a while, and they're a little familiar, it's too embarrassing for the princess to hug her.

Tong Huai was very moved but refused: "Save and carry your partner."

Xue Ting half-closed his eyes and gritted his teeth lightly.

The vague sense of weirdness before was not an illusion.

This kid seems to be particularly concerned about his future object.

Helping the stubborn Tong Huai downstairs, Xue Ting remembered that there was no food at home, so he rode to Hehele first, got off the car and held Tong Huai down: "Wait for me for 10 minutes, don't run around."

Tong Huai couldn't move anymore, his feet hurt, his legs hurt, his whole body hurt, and he waved his hands weakly.

It's not at ease to leave Tong Huai outside alone.

Xue Ting moved quickly, and came back in less than 10 minutes, and brought an ice cream as a reward for Tong Huai's obedience.

When crossing the traffic light, Xue Ting was free, not used to not having any thoughts behind him, so he glanced back.

Tong Huai held the flower in one hand, lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were tightly covered, he was licking the ice cream seriously, half of his red tongue was exposed, and his lips were moist and ruddy.

Xue Ting's gaze stayed on Tong Huai's lips for a few seconds, then he looked away with a calm expression, unable to tell what he was thinking.

The bicycle passed through the streets and alleys of Wangzhen District, passed through the noisy crowd, and the smell of vanilla ice cream lingered.

After being out for so long, the far horizon has already climbed up to the drunken red clouds, dyeing half of the sky, and homing birds are parked on the lingering electric wires over the west district, and they are startled by passing cars honking their horns.

Contrary to the time-sensitive and fast-paced metropolis on the other side, the time in the entire West District seems to slow down several degrees, and the evening is as refreshing as a glass of freshly squeezed watermelon juice.

Canxia was reflected in Tong Huai's eyes, and his mood immediately improved.

He shook his undamaged leg, leaned on Xue Ting's back, smelled the faint and refreshing smell of laundry detergent on the other's clothes, and smiled: "Brother Xue, thank you."

This road is not the one closest to Xue Ting's house, but the one where you can enjoy the most beautiful sunset in the West District.

Xue Ting didn't hear it and ignored him.

After a long and long detour, it was already dusk when I climbed up the gentle slope to go home. There were three strangers standing in front of the familiar courtyard, as if they had just come out of it.

The old man stood by the gate of the courtyard. They didn't know what to say to him, and then bowed deeply, with a respectful and humble attitude.

Tong Huai opened his eyes wide, tugged at the corner of Xue Ting's clothes, and asked in a low voice, "Who are those people?"

Xue Ting casually glanced over there: "Grandpa's former student."

"Student?" Tong Huai was even more stunned, "Grandpa used to be a teacher?"

Middle school teacher?

Tong Huai's image of a miserable little old man shattered.

The old man turned out to be a hidden intellectual!

"It's the same now," Xue Ting gave him a strange look, "it's just that his legs are not fully recovered, so I won't let him go out."

While talking, the bicycle also stopped in front of the courtyard.

The three of them obviously knew Xue Ting, and greeted him kindly, then looked at Tong Huai curiously, turned and left without asking any further questions.

Seeing the two younger ones, old man Xue's serious face just now changed to be kind and kind: "I'm back."

Tong Huai was in awe.

It was getting dark and it was time for dinner.

Xue Ting was very homely, put on an apron, and went into the kitchen with the vegetables he bought.

The two freeloaders waited at the dinner table, playing chess in boredom.

Tong Huai coquettishly asked the old man to give up a car and a cannon, but unfortunately he was impatient, prone to advance aggressively, and had no patience to line up troops. Even though there were many clever tricks, he was still losing streak.

Old man Xue usually plays chess with Xue Ting, and he often loses two out of three games. He hasn't won in a row for a long time. The game between the old and the young is quite interesting.

Tong Huai's mentality is good, and he doesn't hesitate when he loses.

Mr. Xue is liking this kid more and more.

After dinner, Xue Ting was washing dishes in the kitchen, while Tong Huai watched TV with the old man.

The "Bright Sword" that the old man liked very much recently was playing on the TV. Tong Huai silently stared at the screen, his mind was full of ghosts and emoticons, and he felt very sorry.

Xue Ting came back after washing the dishes and feeding the cat, looked at the time, walked to the TV, put his slender fingers on the top, and tapped lightly with a sense of warning.

Mr. Xue's face changed slightly.

The next moment, Xue Ting calmly unplugged the TV.

Tong Huai: "?"

Under the old man's stare, Xue Ting said calmly: "Why did you promise me the day before yesterday?"

"I only watched it for an hour!" Old Master Xue's tone quickly softened, "I watched it for another 10 minutes, just 10 minutes, my dear grandson, this episode will be over soon."

Xue Ting said coldly: "No."

Mr. Xue lost his power and humiliated the country, and ceded the land to compensate: "Can I cook tomorrow's breakfast? Five minutes is fine, Tingting?"

Xue Ting made a final decision: "If you say you can't do it, you can't do it."

Tong Huai was holding back his laughter beside him, as if he saw himself rolling around with his grandparents and Tong Jingyuan when he was a child, just wanting to watch more TV.

Arriving at Xue Ting's place, the roles actually switched positions.

Mr. Xue couldn't soften his grandson's hard heart, so he went back to the room angrily.

Xue Ting came over to help Tong Huai, shrugged: "My eyesight is not good, and I like to watch TV for a long time, no matter what."

Tong Huai silently gave a thumbs up.

Tong Huai only wrote a little homework for the weekend and had to finish it by tomorrow morning.

The more I get to this time, the less I want to do my homework.

Back on the second floor, the two of them took a shower one after another. Tong Huai changed into the little dinosaur pajamas he brought over, took out the test papers and exercise books from his schoolbag, and howled weakly: "I'm hurt, I don't want to do my homework."

Xue Ting walked into the room wiping his hair, and laughed mercilessly at the sound: "Could it be that you hurt your brain?"

Tong Huai: "..."

Your mouth is really unattractive.

Xue Ting leaned close to the back of Tong Huai's chair, wiped his hair with one hand, and propped the other on the table, leaning over to look: "Which question can't you?"

He had just finished taking a bath, his body breath was fresh, and his body temperature was very hot. When he spoke, his breath was slightly cool, brushing against his ears, causing Tong Huai to tremble.

Tong Huai was surrounded by Xue Ting, enveloped in his breath, his earlobe was hot, he pushed his head away, inexplicably flustered: "I haven't started doing it yet, you wipe your hair, I will call you again when I meet someone who won’t.”

"Ah."

After a faint reply, the breath behind him moved away.

The unreasonable panic gradually dissipated, Tong Huai's tense body relaxed, rubbed his face, felt that he was baffled, stopped thinking about it, opened the exercise book and started writing.

Xue Ting sat on the bed, brushed his hair lazily, his eyes wandered for a moment, and then fell back on the thin silhouetted boy in front of the desk.

Tong Huai, who was wearing little dinosaur pajamas, looked even cuter...cuter.

The room fell silent in an instant, only the slight rustle of the pen tip scribbling across the paper.

After a while, the rustling sound stopped abruptly, paused for a moment, wrote a few strokes hesitantly, and then became quiet again, completely motionless.

Xue Ting was too lazy to dry his hair, got up and approached, put one hand on the back of the chair, glanced at the question that Tong Huai was stuck on, and took the pen from Tong Huai's hand without taking a pen from the pen holder. , circled the formula written by Tong Huai on the draft paper, and then fluently wrote out the calculation process: "Do you understand this?"

He looked idle, his hair was not dry, and it was still a little wet. When he lowered his head, the slightly wet tip of his hair brushed against Tong Huai's face.

Tong Huai felt itchy, stepped aside, and said sincerely, "Understood, you are amazing."

As he spoke, he glanced at the pen that he was holding tightly in his hand, pondered for a while, and took out another one from the pen holder.

Xue Ting glanced at the pen container full of stock.

Slightly intrusive.

He turned around, leaned on the desk, and picked up his phone to read the news.

Xue Songchu told him that the person had been resolved, Li Yixiu was sharing boring jokes with him, news was jumping in the previous class, and someone was @ him asking how he was doing.The circle of friends has updated a lot of news, Xue Songbo posted a photo of having dinner with a business partner, and Yu Hui is updating the necessary knowledge for growing flowers.

It seems very lively.

But he didn't participate in this lively thought.

Refresh again, 1 minute ago Tong Huai said that he didn't want to do his homework.

The corners of Xue Ting's mouth curled up quietly.

The rustling sound of writing stopped again.

Xue Ting was full of joy, glanced at the question, took the pen from Tong Huai's hand, and wrote down the calculation process on the draft paper.

Tong Huai glanced at the pen that had been snatched away in wonder, and took out a new one from the pen holder again.

Xue Ting paused with his fingertips and clicked his tongue in displeasure.

The brush-grabbing activity was repeated five or six times, and the pen holder was finally empty.

Tong Huai hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't hold back, and asked in surprise, "Brother Xue, are you reluctant to let me use your pen?"

Xue Ting: "..."

Xue Ting's face turned cold, and he threw the confiscated pens back on the table, and said two words coldly: "Continue."