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After finally surviving until Friday, Yao An swayed back with his book bag, and the books and pencils collided with each other, lingering all the way.

Still far away from home, he first saw the osmanthus tree at the door that had bloomed for a season, and then the giant black iron parked beside the tree, and knew that Yao Xinping was coming again.

Yao Xinping has worked hard outside these years, earned money and bought a new house. He must be filial to his parents. It's a pity that the elders of the Yao family are simple and used to it, and they don't have the sense of enjoying consumption. Let Yao Xinping spend his brains.

The autumn tiger came a while ago, and it was so hot that people had to unbutton their shirts. Yao Xinping had a flash of inspiration, why not install an air conditioner in his hometown.

Although the elders of the Yao family still refused to say that they had lived there for decades and didn't think it would be a problem if they lacked an air conditioner, Yao Xinping was determined to be filial, saying that the children would sleep comfortably in the future.

At that time, it was not as convenient to install an air conditioner in the village as it was later. It required drilling holes, wiring, and decoration... There were a lot of troubles. Yao Xinping temporarily left his work and ran here very frequently.

Yao Xinping used to work in an electrical appliance factory, and he often took part in the installation of air conditioners. Yao An would hand him a screwdriver or something if he had nothing to do.

"I'm home!"

Yao An ran to the bedroom to put down his bag, and when he looked up, he saw the brand new air conditioner.

It is smooth and white, with a proper appearance, but it is a bit abrupt when hung on the brick red wall.

The weather is chilly, so it's useless, Yao An sized it up for a while, then lost interest, turned around and stepped into the living room.

"Father..."

The second half of the conversation was buried in the sound of frying in the kitchen next door.

Yao An blinked, and when he spoke again, his tone was several times higher: "Yao, see, Qi!"

The small figure with his back turned to the desktop TV froze, and before he could turn his head, his neck was already bound, and his hair was being ravaged by another hand who was not idle.

"Why are you here, huh?" Yao An patted the head several times, feeling smooth, he turned the person around, "Let me take a look at you."

Yao Jianqi was rubbed dizzy by him, he couldn't pick up the reserve that he was carrying, and his face turned red, with a bit of feigned anger.

"Why are you still so thin?" Yao An laughed.

At the end of his brow bone was a sharp bend, but the corners of his eyes were half-curved, showing undisguised joy.

Yao Jianqi's lack of confidence and anger broke at the first touch.

He opened his mouth to say something.

"Hey, red scarf!" Yao An's attention was easily turned away, and he grabbed Yao Jianqi's neck, "Are you still a Young Pioneer?"

Yao Jianqi looked at his hands, then nodded.

"That's amazing." Yao An smiled, sat down on the chair next to him, and rolled his eyes, "Our school doesn't like this, and I haven't worn it before, so let me play with it."

He didn't say that he had been used to messing around since the first grade, and the Young Pioneers were afraid that he, a dangerous element, would spoil the blood of the soldiers on the red scarves.

Yao Jianqi's red scarf is still brand new, and the school wears it uniformly, and all the students in the class regard it as a treasure.

He lowered his head, untied the tie a few times, and put it on Yao An's lap.

"Thank you!" Yao An happily picked it up, and tied it around his neck in a nondescript knot.

He looked at it for a while, then wondered, "Why does it look wrong?"

"..." Yao Jianqi was also used to it, moved forward a little, bent down, took a little effort to untie the knot just now, twisted it around once, twisted it around again, got out from the back, and stuffed it into the seam.

More natural than he thought.

"Okay!" Yao An said happily.

Yao Jianqi raised his face, his eyes just reached Yao An's neck, where there was a small protrusion that moved up and down with the voice.

He put his hands down and sat back.

Grandma Yao put a big bag on the mandarin duck bed, and unzipped it, revealing the thick quilt inside.

Just about to lean on the bed, Yao Xinping shouted: "Mom, don't do it, it's too troublesome, we won't stay here tonight."

"What's the trouble?" Grandma Yao turned a deaf ear, pulled out the quilt, shook her hands, and said to Yao Jianqi, "Jianqi, I'm staying at grandma's house tonight."

Yao Jianqi was sitting on the edge of Yao An's bed, without taking off his shoes, and was throwing stones with Yao An.

Hearing Grandma Yao calling his name, he immediately turned his head, inadvertently, the high thrown stone fell on the back of his hand.

The stone had edges and corners, and it was painful to hit the flesh. Yao Jianqi endured it, and instead of answering immediately, he looked at Yao Xinping.

The reason why Yao Xinping didn't stay overnight was because he didn't want Yu Wan to be alone at home, so Yu Wan advised him to take Yao Jianqi to stay here for a while.

At first, he was afraid that Yao Jianqi would resist, but now it seemed that Yao Jianqi did not reject it, which was somewhat beyond his expectation.

"If you have something to do, go back first, I'll take him to play." Yao An crossed his legs, scattered five stones on the bed, picked out one, and threw it high, then quickly gathered the remaining four with one hand, and then Up, and firmly caught the first one that fell.

"Try it." He said to Yao Jianqi.

Yao Xinping stood by the door, watching Yao Jianqi imitate Yao An's movements, but his small palm couldn't hold so many stones at all.

Yao An explained to him: "You can't just come up like this, you have to come one by one."

After all, Yao An threw out one, but this time he didn't grab all the rest, only picked up one, and caught the mid-air stone more easily.

Yao Jianqi's expression was flat, and he couldn't see any interest, but he threw it up like this, again and again.

Yao Xinping folded his hands and smiled gratifiedly.