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Duan Chuiyu couldn't figure out the reason why Ren Yan agreed to live in his house. He always felt that someone like him would definitely refuse.

Although he doesn't know what kind of person he is.

Anyway, after that day, Ren Yan officially lived under the same roof as him.It's a bit far-fetched to say living together, because Ren Yan doesn't come every day.

Duan Xifeng vacated a room for him. There are some clothes and toiletries he brought in the room. He will stay here when he comes here for make-up classes at night.

Maybe it's really for convenience. After all, after tutoring at night, I have to take the subway to go back to school, which is really troublesome.

However, Ren Yan didn't seem to be very busy in the next few days. The specific performance was that he would come to tutor Duan Chuiyu on time every day, so these days, Ren Yan also lived in Duan Chuiyu's house almost every day.

The guest room in Duan Chuiyu's house was as grand as the master bedroom. The room Ren Yan lived in was arranged by Xu Yafei for him, and it even had a balcony.

Since then, there have been other voices, other, strange breaths in this big house.

The private domain has been slightly invaded, but Duan Chuiyu doesn't hate it.

The breath is strange, but it is not unfamiliar. It is the citrus fragrance that has penetrated into the room from the very beginning. It is very similar to the first breath of air when you open your eyes in the early autumn morning. It is fresh and refreshing.

The monthly exam is coming quietly.

According to the examination mechanism arrangement of the tenth middle school, the monthly examination is a slightly more formal examination, and the examination seats are arranged according to the grade ranking.In the mouths of other students in the class, Duan Chuiyu has to be labeled as "the bottom of the grade" every time. In fact, the real bottom of the school is always someone else, but he is well-known, a little bit famous, and his grades are notoriously bad. To be crowned with such a "title".

It is not easy to get the first grade, and it is not easy to take the last one in the grade.

Unless he handed in blank papers every time, but if he did that, he would be "tortured" by Ding Qi.

Ding Qi is a very clear teacher. He is strict but not harsh. His way of punishing students is very gentle, but he can accurately hit the point.

It's a pity that Duan Chuiyu is a tough guy, no matter what Ding Qi does, as long as he doesn't want to do well in the exam, he will always stay in the "lower one" position.

At this moment, Duan Chuyu is doing an English test paper.

After the listening comprehension, he had been staring at the multiple choice questions for 3 minutes. He held the pen in a false grip, and tapped his index finger on the cap of the pen.

Yes, at this moment he actually hesitated, holding the pen and not knowing where to start.

According to his past behavior, when he got the paper, he must have some answer in his mind, and he would avoid any answer.

After the intensive training, he now reads the English paper easily, and can basically translate the meaning in his mind with a glance.

The reason for the hesitation was, of course, a tutor.

- If I fail the exam again, what will that person look like?

-How about I write seriously to make that person happy?

- Tch, it's none of my business whether he's happy or not.

There are two villains fighting in Duan Chuiyu's mind. The angel villain hopes that he will not disappoint Teacher Ren's expectations, and the devil villain asks him to let Teacher Ren stay where he is cool.

Duan Chuiyu shook his head and wrote to answer the question.

Ren Yan came early today, Duan Chuiyu just came back from school, Aunt Zhao was still cooking in the kitchen, Xu Yafei signed a big order not long ago, she can take a breather for a while, she is sitting on the sofa working with a notebook.

When Duan Chuiyu went downstairs, he saw Xu Yafei and Ren Yan sitting in the living room chatting.

It was rare for Xu Yafei not to wear that professional smiling face. The smile in the corner of her eyes was faint, but it came from the bottom of her heart.

Duan Chuiyu stopped halfway and leaned lazily on the railing.

Xu Yafei's voice came up leisurely: "I heard from Xi Feng that your hometown is from Jiangsu?"

"Well. But my mother is from Beijing, and I can only be considered half from Jiangsu."

"Is your mother from Beijing?" Xu Yafei's voice rose.

"Well, grandma's house is here." Ren Yanyan suddenly raised his head, and met Duan Chuiyu who was standing on the stairs.

Xu Yafei turned his head following his gaze, and shouted, "Is it raining?"

For some reason, this sentence made Ren Yan laugh.

How is it like a weather forecast.

He turned his face away and smiled very lightly.

Xu Yafei didn't pay attention. Duan Chuiyu had sharp eyes. He had been with Ren Yan, a patient with facial paralysis, for a long time. He had already practiced his micro-expression observation skills. He walked down and frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

"Huh?" Ren Yan pretended to be stupid.

Duan Chuiyu knew that he would definitely not be able to ask why, so he didn't bother him any more.

Xu Yafei chatted with the two boys one after another. She was actually very good at coping with this kind of situation, but somehow, when she was in front of Duan Chuiyu, she lost her advantage of empathizing with him.

Maybe it's because there isn't much love.

Duan Chuiyu was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone.

He felt that he didn't need such affection.

The previous Xu Yafei didn't talk so much.At least when she was with Duan Chuiyu, she wouldn't be as eloquent as she is now. She seemed to want to get closer to her youngest son, but it was in vain.

In fact, Duan Chuiyu thought it was good as before.

Xu Yafei is very busy with work, she can't kiss and hug her son as often as other mothers, she will only touch Duan Chuiyu's head tiredly and praise him for his great study, A kiss on the tender cheek.

But only occasionally.

The kisses and hugs when I was a child are basically only stored in the part of my memory with my brother.

When "occasionally" becomes the norm, the rift grows.

"I'll go to the kitchen to help." Xu Yafei stood up with a smile, and she returned to that smile, unreal and forced.

In fact, she was not like this before, capable and unrestrained, maybe because she got older and the things she cherished changed, and she began to worry about gains and losses and be cautious, Duan Chuiyu could feel it.

"The monthly school exam?" Ren Yan asked suddenly after Xu Yafei left.

Duan Chuiyu choked for a moment, wondering if you work for the FBI and you are so well informed.

"Hmm." Duan Chuiyu said vaguely.

"English," Ren Yan looked at him, "Have you passed the exam?"

He didn't ask "how was the exam?", but asked a closed question, which showed that he had already guessed that Duan Chuiyu was an easy choice for the exam.

If he wants to pass the exam, he will do well.If I don't want to pass the exam, it's useless to force the knife rest on my neck.

Duan Chuiyu gave a vague "hmm", no need to think too much, Teacher Ren already had the answer in his heart.

Ren Yan turned his head, and let out a short breath in his nasal cavity.

It's not a laugh, it's a mockery.

Duan Chuiyu heard it.He frowned: "Why?"

Ren Yan took out his mobile phone and flipped through it. He didn't want to talk to him, and said in a low voice, "I don't know what the picture is."

His fingers are long, with distinct phalanges. When his fingertips swipe randomly on the screen of the phone, there is a trace of laziness. The laziness is still hanging in the corner of his eyes.

Even if the rain blows through the air, you can feel this person's displeasure.

"I..." Duan Chuiyu was at a loss for words, and felt guilty. He blinked his eyes, subconsciously arched his nose, and lowered his eyelashes.

"Yan hasn't had dinner yet?" Xu Yafei's voice came from the kitchen, breaking the delicate atmosphere, "Come and eat with us later."

Aunt Zhao didn't eat at the same table with them, and there was an outsider at the table. Not only was the atmosphere not awkward, but it was much more relaxed.Duan Chuiyu doesn't talk much, but Xu Yafei's natural communication skills can't be held back. Even with Ren Yan, the "chat termination program", he can chat together.

Ren Yan eats Xiangsiwen, he seems to be not used to Aunt Zhao's dishes, he will politely try a little of each dish, but almost only eats one bite.

He is not like Duan Chuiyu, who would lie on the sofa and play games after eating. He would help Aunt Zhao wash the dishes, and then he would be pushed out of the kitchen by the aunt saying "Oh, what kind of dishes do the boys wash?"

There is only one wall between Duan Chuiyu and Ren Yan's room. His room has an independent bathroom, but Ren Yan can only go to the opposite bathroom to take a shower.

When Duan Chuiyu sat on the bay window and wrote the physics test paper, he could hear the inaudible sound of water flowing outside the house.

He is so sensitive, as long as there is a slight difference in life, he can stop and dazzle for a long time.

Just like when he was a child, staying alone for a long time, he used to listen to the movement outside the house through the door.He likes to hear Duan Xifeng's footsteps, like to hear him run upstairs panting, and call "Chuibao" affectionately.

He hated the sound of Duan Shixian walking, his steps were heavy and hurried, and when he opened the door, he would always say "how did you do your homework today".

What he heard now was the intermittent sound of running water, which washed away the traces of another person, and the water might still be mixed with the scent of citrus.

He is not very familiar with this person.

But he likes the little change this guy brings.

In the early morning of the next day, Duan Chuiyu's biological clock failed once in a century, and he woke up listening to the alarm clock.

The rustling sound echoed outside the house, the sound of water splashing on the face, the sound of toothbrushes clinking glasses, and the sound of stepping downstairs.

The unfamiliar voice was still there, and Duan Chuiyu stretched leisurely.

He opened the curtains and saw the tall and thin figure with a schoolbag on one shoulder through the bay window. The man opened the iron door and walked out, stepping into the warm morning light.

Duan Chuiyu tapped twice on the transparent glass window with his fingertips, feeling relieved.

In his life, the voice of another person was quietly integrated into it.