Huang Yi's Meng Qingfan

After the weather cleared, Meng Qingfan went to the orphanage immediately to complete all the formalities, so 17-year-old Huang Yi became the adopted son of 30-year-old Meng Qingfan.

Meng Qingfan is a person with a very regular life and rest. She falls asleep on time at 10:30 in the evening and wakes up on time at 06:30 in the morning. Everything seems to be the same as usual, but something has become different.

For example, there will be one more person on the bed every day when I wake up.

Meng Qingfan opened his eyes and looked at the head nestled on his chest, and couldn't help but feel better. Living alone in this nearly [-]-square-meter house, he woke up every day as if his breathing echoed. Now it's better, except for him. son.

Meng Qingfan sat up lightly and was about to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, but Huang Yi woke up as soon as she moved.

Huang Yi stared at Meng Qingfan in front of him for a long time, opened and closed his mouth, and finally the syllable of b still couldn't come out of his mouth.

The two stared at each other for nearly 10 minutes, and Meng Qingfan finally said, "Call it whatever you want."

With such an old child, it was really difficult for him to call him dad suddenly. Meng Qingfan thought that it didn't matter, so he took a step back.

Having been a lawyer for a long time, Meng Qingfan's occupational diseases are obviously very serious. If someone quarrels with him, he can vomit them to death.

He was still very satisfied with this new son, so he didn't use a hundred ways to persuade Huang Yi to call him dad.

Huang Yi stared at his fingers for a while, then said slowly, "Qingqing."

A crack appeared on Meng Qingfan's serious thinking face, "Qingqing? Kiss?"

"Can't you?" Huang Yi looked expectantly at Meng Qingfan beside him, his eyes were dimly lit, and the lonely fool on his face could clearly see it.

Meng Qingfan inexplicably thought of the boy in the orphanage who was sitting in black on the window sill watching the rain, and the figure walking towards him with bare feet stepping in the rain, and nodded as if obsessed: "Okay."

Huang Yi happily hugged Meng Qingfan's neck and rubbed it. There was no pitiful look in his eyes just now. The eyes looking out the window clearly showed the light of the winner.

Huang Yi was the first to pack up and walked into the kitchen. After skillfully putting on the apron, he opened the refrigerator and took a closer look, then selected some ingredients and went back to the cooking table.

After Meng Qingfan came out of the wash, he heard the sound of kitchen knives being cut on the chopping board from the kitchen, bang bang!One sound after another is very rhythmic, and it is obvious that the knife is very good.

Meng Qingfan stood not far away and looked at it thoughtfully, and then slowly said a few words, "You will cook in the future."

"why?"

"You'll die if you eat the food I cook." Meng Qingfan said calmly, without any sense of shame.

Huang Yi picked up two shredded potatoes on the chopping board and looked at them. They were exactly the same thickness, perfect!

"Okay, I'll cook." Huang Yi readily agreed, after all, cooking is like a game to him.

Standing not far away, Meng Qingfan carefully watched Huang Yi put shredded potatoes, green and red peppers into the pot, and deftly put the messy seasonings in, and the faint fragrance wafted into Meng Qingfan from afar. in the nose.

The spring roll wrappers are ready-made, just put them in the steamer for a few minutes.Huang Yi mixed the egg soup with one hand and two, while quickly putting the fried potato shreds into the spring roll wrapper and rolled them up neatly on the side plate.

Ten minutes later, the father and son were already sitting at the dining table. Meng Qingfan looked at his watch, nodded appreciatively and said, "10 minutes."

Huang Yi casually picked up a spring roll and took a bite. This is the simplest breakfast combination in his mind. Of course...it is Chinese style. If it is bread and milk, it can be done in 2 minutes, but he doesn't like those things.

Meng Qingfan ate with gusto, once again proud of her conscious decision to adopt Huang Yi.

After breakfast, the first thing Meng Qingfan took Huang Yi to do was to take the Binet intelligence test.

Huang Yi sat quietly on the bench next to Meng Qingfan, and Meng Qingfan held the test results in his hand and read them several times from top to bottom, with an extremely complicated expression on his face.

"Is it mentally retarded?"

"No."

Meng Qingfan slowly turned her head and stared at Huang Yi deeply for a long time. When Huang Yi thought he was stuck, Meng Qingfan whispered three numbers, "140."

Huang Yi nodded indifferently, "Oh." Since it is an intelligence test, it must be an intelligence test of 140, and the result is not bad. Huang Yi silently drew a big tick for himself in the small book in his heart.

So Huang Yi, who had undergone a week of comprehensive tutoring training, was thrown into the third year of high school. The day he entered the school coincided with the mobilization meeting of the third year of high school. From a distance, it was dark and full of heads, and the deafening voice resounded through the entire playground in a uniform manner.

Huang Yi stood in front of the podium with a crushing schoolbag on his back, and said loudly: "Hi everyone, my name is Huang Yi, please take care of me." After speaking, he turned around and took a piece of chalk and wrote two large characters "Huang Yi .”

The teacher looked at the delicate but vigorous font on the blackboard and gave Huang Yi ninety points first, and when he saw Meng Qingfan at the door, he instantly made up for the lack of ten points just now.

The teacher enthusiastically walked up to Meng Qingfan, but Meng Qingfan took a step back silently to widen the distance between the two, and then said with a formulaic smile, "My son will be troublesome in the future." You took care of it."

The teacher nodded enthusiastically, with the expression that your son is my son, wishing to immediately mold Huang Yi into a successor of socialism.

Before leaving, Meng Qingfan stopped at the teacher's back door and waved to Huang Yi.Huang Yi walked up to him obediently and looked at him, a harmonious picture of a loving father and a filial son.

"After the evening study, I will bring you food."

"Eat your food and die."

"..."

Meng Qingfan blinked her eyes, put her right hand into a fist and fake coughed twice, and said slowly, "Order takeaway."

"Can the takeaway be delivered directly to the school?"

"No."

Well, in the end Huang Yi nodded obediently, said goodbye to Meng Qingfan and returned to his seat.

Before the class bell rang, the Chinese teacher stood on the podium with thick handouts and a stack of papers in his right hand.

The teacher slammed the paper on the desk vigorously, and the dust flew up instantly, and the sharp voice immediately spread throughout the third and fifth classes of high school.

"How many times have I said it! Chinese! Chinese! You can't even pass the English test in Chinese. Are you ashamed to say that you are Chinese?"

"I'm sorry." The students below echoed sparsely.

"The white horse is too short, huh? Have I explained it! Who wrote on the paper that the white dragon horse crossed the Grand Canyon and stand up for me!" Very angry.

However, there were still a few below who couldn't hold back their laughter, and the Chinese teacher was even more angry, knocked on the blackboard vigorously, and said bitterly: "I emphasize again, the importance of learning! the last time!"

Huang Yi's deskmate suppressed a smile and said to Huang Yi: "Actually, at least twice a week."

The teacher turned his head and wrote two big characters on the blackboard, Xun Yu, and then shouted in a rough voice: "These two words! Whoever is going to read it to me in the future is like a dog, I will never finish with you!"

The whole class burst into laughter, Huang Yi couldn't hold it back, the expression on his face broke instantly.

"What are you laughing at? Let me give you another example. The phenomenon of our puppy love is very serious, so when you reject someone, you should think of 'everything is difficult, except that Wushan is not a cloud' instead of gang rape your turn!"

There was another burst of laughter in the class, and Huang Yi's face flushed from holding the table hard.

When the laughter almost stopped, the Chinese teacher on the stage said sadly: "Students! Read more books and less Internet cafes! If there is a question on my test paper asking you to describe the poems of parting, you should think of The most important thing is "Wave your hands here, Xiao Xiao's class Ma Ming" but dare not write to me "Pipi shrimp, let's go!" The teacher is getting old, students please be considerate, hey..."

Finally, the Chinese class was over, and the chemistry class teacher asked the students to do experiments. The test tubes started to smoke within 20 seconds after the students went up, and finally BOOM! The test tube exploded!

As a result, the sparse hair of the teacher standing next to him on the Mediterranean Sea was instantly blown up.

There was another burst of laughter in the class, Huang Yi rubbed his stomach hard to wipe away the physical tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with emotion: This morning was really not in vain!