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The golden week is held every year, leaving aside the past, Zhou Mingchen would just stay at home playing games and sleeping, never going outside the door.In the past few days every year, the flow of people in City C is more exaggerated than flooding Jinshan, and even the traffic is severely paralyzed.

But this year is different. Xincheng has a large land, rich resources and few people, and its industry and commerce are underdeveloped. There are more people in the peak tourist season, but it is far less than the first-tier cities. It is a good place to visit.

In the evening, after a routine video call with grandparents, and after reporting on recent study and life, Grandma Zhou suddenly said, "Ming Chen, your grandpa and I will arrive in Xincheng tomorrow."

Zhou Mingchen was taken aback by these words, unprepared: "What? You and grandpa are coming to Xincheng?"

Grandma Zhou's short silver hair was combed neatly, her complexion was ruddy, and she was particularly happy: "Yes, didn't you send me a lot of photos of Xincheng last time, the old man and I thought the scenery was good, so we printed it out and put it in the photo album. This time it happens that you are on vacation, so let's go over and have a look, the ticket has been booked, and we will arrive tomorrow afternoon."

Zhou Mingchen supported his forehead: "Grandma, stop making trouble. It takes two hours to fly here from City C, and you have to take a car after getting off the plane. You and grandpa are getting old, so don't come here."

Grandma Zhou frowned gracefully, pretending to be unhappy: "I'm worried, your grandfather and I are both in good health, but it's only a few hours away, so why can't we go?"

Zhou Mingchen had no choice but to say, "Grandma, that's not what I mean. I'm worried that you won't be able to bear the exhaustion of traveling and traveling, and there are so many people on the National Day. If you run into bumps again."

Grandma Zhou waved her hand indifferently: "The two of us are not so old yet, and it's not like porcelain will break at the touch. Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. If we don't take advantage of it, we can walk a few more times." It’s a pity that we won’t be able to walk in a few years. Don’t worry, your brother Wang Bo will go with us, he will take care of us.”

Wang Bo is the grandson of the housekeeper of the old house. He is a few years older than Zhou Mingchen.He was standing right behind the two elders, wearing a white shirt and suit pants. At this moment, he also bent over and showed his face: "Long time no see, Ming Chen."

Zhou Mingchen: "Brother Bo, it's fine if you don't help me persuade grandma, and let grandma mess around together."

Wang Bo: "Hey, I have to persuade you. The two old people miss you. If you don't go and see with your own eyes, you won't be relieved."

Grandpa Zhou, who had been listening quietly with his ears up all the time, shook the newspaper in his hand, and said unquestionably: "Okay, everything has been settled, so don't argue anymore, Ming Chen, just wait honestly." Let us go there, and then take us for a walk around Xincheng."

Now that the matter has come to this point, it is useless for Zhou Mingchen to object, so he can only raise his hands and surrender.I sent a message to my aunt to tidy up the guest room tomorrow morning and replace it with new bedding.Although it may be more convenient to stay in a hotel, grandparents don't just come to play, they still live at home.

He overturned his previous plan to go farther, and picked a few suitable places nearby. He acted as the guide himself, and Wang Bo acted as the driver. He rented a car to facilitate travel. very happy.

"Here, grandma, this is our school's library. Although it's not a big place, it has a good collection of books. The first floor is the borrowing room. The books in it are more precious. You can only read them but not borrow them." Zhou Mingchen supported his grandma's arm, He pointed to the seven-story white building in front of him, which was the tallest building in the school.

Grandma Zhou has been taught strictly since she was a child. She is familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, and is good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.After marrying Grandpa Zhou, she became much more free. Now that she is free, she likes planting flowers and plants and flipping through books.He squinted and patted Zhou Mingchen's hand, looked at the library and nodded: "Not bad, not bad."

Drunkards don't care about drinking, old people are more likely to worry, not to mention that Zhou Mingchen was brought up by them alone. Rather than having fun, the two elders actually wanted to confirm the situation of their grandson with their own eyes, and worried that Zhou Mingchen would be affected by their parents' divorce.

After a few days, I finally feel relieved. The children have grown taller, and they are more polite and considerate in dealing with others. They are more cheerful and motivated than in City C, but they are as attentive to them as ever.When traveling in the past few days, I don’t go to places that are too crowded or outdoors where the sun is fierce, and I only choose plain health restaurants for food.

Grandma Zhou didn't say anything. In fact, Dad Zhou also wanted to come along, but she refused directly, and she couldn't say for sure.Zhou's father had regrets and wanted to make up for the child. Grandma Zhou naturally knew, but she felt sorry for Zhou Mingchen even more.It's a pleasure for them to come and meet with the child, but it's hard to say whether the child will be happy seeing Dad Zhou, she doesn't want to affect the child's mood.

In the past few days, Zhou Mingchen has also received text messages from his parents, asking him how his studies have been recently, how to arrange his vacation, and asking him to combine work with rest and not to work too hard.

From the moment they got divorced, the two of them seized the opportunity to show their presence at Zhou Mingchen's place, sending messages every three to five days, and making phone calls every weekend.

The text message was fine, Zhou Mingchen would not take the trouble to reply with a sentence or two.The worst thing was the phone. No one spoke for 5 out of 3 minutes, and they refused to hang up. Zhou Mingchen had no choice but to accompany the caller, and simply spread out the test paper while writing and answering.This happened several times, Zhou's father and Zhou's mother also felt embarrassed, and stopped calling and sent messages instead.

Later, for some unknown reason, the two sides stopped a lot, which made Zhou Mingchen heave a sigh of relief.

On the last day of the trip, Zhou Mingchen took his grandparents to visit the museum.The only museum in Xincheng is located in the center of the city. The overall area is small, with only three floors. There are not many exhibits, but it has geographical and historical characteristics.

The two old men studied for a long time a copybook that was said to be from last week. Wang Bo could still say a few words, but Zhou Mingchen didn't know anything. Familiar people - if he remembered correctly, they should be Cheng Yisheng and Cheng Yiming.

They were in front of the showcase on the other side, and they discussed in whispers, but they didn't see Zhou Mingchen due to the angle.There was a man and a woman standing beside them, who should be their parents. The man was in his early thirties, and his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Cheng Xi's.

Zhou Mingchen looked around them, but he didn't see Cheng Xi, and went through all the display cabinets again, but he still didn't find Cheng Xi.

After 2 minutes, Zhou Mingchen looked over there again, frowned unconsciously, took out his phone and sent Cheng Xi a message.

[Cheng Xi, are you home? 】

[Outside, on the tutoring road]

Cheng Xi replied quickly, as concisely as ever.

Tutor?Zhou Mingchen was a little lost.

"Xiaochen, Xiaochen." Grandma Zhou had gone far away, but he was still behind in a daze and did not follow.

Zhou Mingchen: "What's the matter, grandma?"

Grandma Zhou waved to him: "Let's go, go to the third floor."

Zhou Mingchen had no choice but to put away his phone: "Here we come."

On the afternoon of the [-]th, after seeing off his grandparents, Zhou Mingchen stopped by the supermarket.He went downstairs with two big bags, and just as he took out the key card, he heard footsteps behind him. When he looked back, it turned out to be Cheng Xi.

Zhou Mingchen twitched his lips, looked at him and asked, "Where are you coming from? Tutor?"

"Yeah." Cheng Xi just saw him, a little surprised, and strode over to help him carry a bag.

Zhou Mingchen pushed open the door to let him in first, with sympathy on his face: "Your students are really miserable. After all, the National Day is a holiday, and they are caught making up lessons."

Cheng Xi: "If you don't have a holiday, there is no time to make up lessons."

Zhou Mingchen was taken aback for a moment: "Yes."

Thinking of what happened in the museum yesterday, Zhou Mingchen asked tentatively: "You have been tutoring during the National Day? Didn't you go out to play?"

Cheng Xi shook his head: "There are so many people, I'm not interested."

It fit his temperament very well, Zhou Mingchen felt relieved, and lamented with a sad face: "I've been busy with fun these days, there are a bunch of extra photos in the camera, and there are still a lot of homework that I haven't written."

Cheng Xipo gave him a sympathetic look, Zhou Mingchen was surprised, Cheng Xi usually didn't keep homework, Zhou Mingchen sometimes copied his when he was too lazy to write.He raised his elbow and poked him: "No way, you didn't write it?"

Cheng Xi frowned: "After a general look, I didn't write the more difficult ones, and I don't have so much time."

Zhou Mingchen: "No, you don't go out to play during the holidays, why are there so many things?"

Cheng Xi yawned, the corners of his eyes were watery, and he spoke in a nasal voice, a little lazy and tired: "I have a part-time job in the morning, and I go to tutor in the afternoon, and I'm too sleepy to write at night."

Zhou Mingchen was speechless. It's strange that he still has the energy to do his homework at night after being so tired. He raised his hand and rubbed the back of his head: "There will be income soon, why are you still working so hard?"

Cheng Xi: "I didn't fight, I made an appointment with someone, so I can't stop going"

Zhou Mingchen: "...to continue tomorrow?"

Cheng Xi rarely showed some distress, and wrinkled his nose: "Tomorrow, I will rest and do my homework."

He looks quite cute like this, much more pleasing than his usual indifference and realness.Zhou Mingchen wanted to laugh, Cheng Xi was still worried about homework, the sun came out from the west.

He hooked Cheng Xi's neck, trying to say something.The two heads were about to bump into each other, and Zhou Mingchen suddenly smelled a very faint sweet fragrance, which seemed vaguely familiar.Zhou Mingchen approached subconsciously, trying to identify the smell.

Warm breath hit his neck, Cheng Xi couldn't adapt to put his hand on his chest and pushed him away, blinked and asked in doubt: "What are you doing?"

Zhou Mingchen touched the tip of his nose reluctantly. It's a pity that he hasn't smelled enough yet. What is the smell?While thinking about it, he explained absently: "I didn't do anything, I just didn't expect you to be as pitiful as me, and you have to contribute to homework tomorrow."

Speaking of homework, he rolled his eyes, hooked Cheng Xi's neck again, and said in a bewitching tone, "Cheng Xiaoxi, otherwise, why don't you come to my house to play tomorrow? You haven't come to visit me since you live so close." He blinked Blinking, "We can do homework together."

Cheng Xi glanced at him suspiciously, only saw his serious face, and said without thinking, "Okay."

Zhou Mingchen succeeded in his treacherous scheme, and secretly smirked. Sure enough, it is still useful to do homework to hook up with a bully.

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A short paragraph that comes to mind suddenly, don't bring it into the main text...

{Little friend A ran over, grabbed Cheng Xi's hand and shook: "Cheng Xi Cheng Xi, let's go play together!"

Kid B raised his chubby little hand: "I'll go too, I'll go too!"

The shrunken version of Cheng Xi has a pink and jade-carved face, and his immature voice is cold and clear: "What are you playing?"

A froze, changed his face for a second, and cried: "..." Woooooo, mama, Cheng Xi is so fierce...

B: "..." Hey, Cheng Xi made A cry again.

Xiao Chengxi froze: "..." Why is she crying again?

Silly C popped up, with a childish voice: "Let's play together and do homework?"

Xiao Chengxi looked at him and thought for a moment: "I'll go back and get my schoolbag."

A laughed through tears, and BC said together: "Yeah!"}