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Yi Mingze stood coldly, half a head taller than Yi Hongjiang, looking down so absolutely that his majesty as a father was left little in front of his tall and burly son.

The temperature warmed up during the day and dropped again at night, and the cold air scrambled to get into the lung ducts. Yi Mingze put his hands in his pockets and walked quickly towards the courtyard door, and footsteps came from behind him.

When he opened the door, he stopped, "What's the matter?"

"Every time you go home, I feel it's unfair." Standing behind Yi Mingze, Yi Mingyu looked particularly irritable, scraping the soles of his shoes back and forth on the edge of the steps like obsessive-compulsive disorder, "Actually, I'm actually very special. I envy you, why are you never obedient, but so free, I am better than you everywhere, and I am still being supervised by my father, he pays attention to me all the time, I am even lucky that there are only 24 hours in a day!"

His last sentence was almost yelled out, his voice in the juvenile voice-changing period was hoarse and a bit harsh.

Under the night, Yi Mingze sneered, took out his right hand from his trouser pocket, turned around, and patted Yi Mingyu on the shoulder like a good elder brother, "Study well, enjoy the family well, the throne of the Yi family is give it to you."

Yi Mingze's biological mother was a young pianist, and she was also the beauty of the Conservatory of Music when she was studying.Yi Hongjiang was obsessed with her cool demeanor. For three whole years, he kept chasing after her with endless flowers and gave her meticulous love. He tried everything and finally touched the goddess' proud heart and turned her into his girlfriend. Even the wife started a marriage that was enviable to others.

Until one day, Feng Xuelin appeared, and then his mother died of illness.

Ten years ago, when Feng Xuelin brought Yi Mingyu into the house, he was not as indifferent as he is now. The young and reckless he wrote all his hatred and anger on his face, no matter how gentle and harmless Feng Xuelin looked.

As long as Yi Hongjiang is around, Feng Xuelin will always smile like a flower, but when she turns around, the eyes she glances at him will become cold and mocking, like looking at a dog in mourning.

In Yi Hongjiang's eyes, Feng Xuelin is trying to please her stepson all the time, trying her best to be a stepmother, trying to give him the missing maternal love, but he is ungrateful.

Junior high school is the age of rebellion, the more Yi Hongjiang is disappointed with him, the more rebellious he will be, Feng Xuelin will feel more at ease, and what kind of person he is in Yi Hongjiang's eyes depends entirely on Feng Xuelin's arrangements.

I have to say that Feng Xuelin is very good at caring for her husband and raising her children. She not only manages the family of three in an orderly manner, but also resolutely excludes the fourth person. In this respect, his art-obsessed mother is far less than one-tenth of her. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Feng Xuelin to enter the door blatantly and replace her blatantly.

When the city lights came on, the light and shadow outside the taxi window shone brightly and dimly on Yi Mingze's tall nose.

He closed his eyes, and his mother's voice and smile flashed in the darkness, faster than the street scene regressing, so he couldn't catch even a single frame.

"The moon is really full tonight." The car was too quiet, and there was a tall man in the back seat who was feeling uncomfortable. The uncle driver was a little frightened, so he had nothing to say.

Yi Mingze opened his eyes. On the edge of the river bank, there was a bright full moon, dazzling and annoying.

The moon is full and the moon is short, just like life, good or bad.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, and called his friend from the moving company to ask him to come to Haoya Jiangting tomorrow morning to help him move everything out of his bedroom.

After finishing the work, he still felt unhappy and wanted to find a buddy to rub it.

Yang Yu grew up wearing a pair of pants with him, so he was too familiar.

Those on the basketball team are also familiar.

Not to mention his roommates.

He wanted to find someone he didn't know very well right now, so he thought of Lin Xiaoman.

1: What are you doing?

Yi Mingze sent a message, but did not receive a reply for 15 minutes.

Lin Xiaoman used to reply in seconds, which made him think that Lin Xiaoman was in front of the screen all the time, but he rarely took the initiative to talk to Lin Xiaoman.

He waited a little impatiently. As soon as he turned off the screen, the screen lit up, and several messages popped up.

man: I'm coming, I'm coming!

man: I am rehearsing dramas in the activity room of the Social Federation.

man: Are you in the Palace of Culture?

man: You're not off work, are you?Oh, why is it not over here.

man: Didi, are you still there?

man: Didi Didi.

1: Stop dripping, little speaker.

man: Great, you're still here! 【Celebration】【Celebration】

1: What if I don't come back?

Yi Mingze inexplicably thought of teasing him, and there was a sudden silence for more than ten seconds.

man: I can't help but want to call you!

man: but I don't have your number qaq [sad]

The corners of Yi Mingze's lips raised slightly, and he generously sent a series of 11-digit numbers. Five seconds later, a call came from an unfamiliar phone.

Immediately, the image of Lin Xiaoman holding the phone on the other end of the phone appeared in his mind, waiting to be connected.

Lin Xiaoman is very serious in everything he does.

Yi Mingze deliberately waited for a while before answering the call.

"Is that you, brother!"

Lin Xiaoman couldn't wait to speak, and his voice was crisp and crisp, as if holding a clear spring to his heart.Yi Mingze forgave him this harsh address.

"...It's me." Yi Mingze said, "Why did you go to rehearse the play?"

"My senior's show is temporarily short of a role! Ask me to help!" Lin Xiaoman seemed very excited, and his voice was like blowing a whistle, very loud.

Yi Mingze was a little speechless and said, "I'm deaf, so you don't need to shout slogans."

"Okay!" Lin Xiaoman said loudly.

"..." Yi Mingze switched ears.

Lin Xiaoman chirped and described the tree elf he played, which was actually a supporting role, but he made it sound like he was playing the leading role.

There was a smile in every word of his words, and in the end all of them gathered into a string and fell into Yi Mingze's ears, as if scratching an itch, very contagious.

Yi Mingze raised his forehead, and couldn't help having that doubt again - how did this kid Lin Xiaoman manage to switch to the happy mode anytime and anywhere?Obviously in the afternoon, he was just molested by his group of cronies.

The gap between the two acts was very short, and before the two had time to say a few words, someone called Lin Xiaoman's name over there.

"Hey, why should I play again, I'm obviously just a tree elf." Lin Xiaoman grumbled and complained.

Yi Mingze said: "Then you go to rehearse."

Lin Xiaoman said "Okay" reluctantly, and hung up the call slowly.

The screen flashed back to the desktop, and Yi Mingze saved Lin Xiaoman's number in the contacts, typed the word "Lin" in the remarks column, then deleted it, and replaced it with "Little Rabbit".

He propped his chin on his mobile phone, looked at the night view outside the window for a while, then turned his head and said to the driver in front, "Master, change to the north gate."

The North Gate is the closest gate to the club activity center.

He suddenly wanted to see Lin Xiaoman very much.

The less familiar person.

The first time you are born, the second time you are acquainted, the third time and the fourth time you two will get married! (Mother's delirious speech)