I suspect you are not a good student

"It smells good too, baby, what do you think?"

In front of the counter, Zhou Shiyi picked up another piece of scent paper and slapped it in front of his nose.

Xie Chuhong ignored him at all: "Baby doesn't want to talk about it."

This person has been learning the tongue since he said that sentence at noon, and he has not returned to normal until now after finishing the comprehensive essay exam and leaving school. He always says "Baby, what are you talking about" at the end of everything.

"This Christmas set of scented body lotion, plus this [-]ml bottle of perfume, please pack it for me." Xie Chuhong handed the chosen perfume to the cabinet sister, commanding very quickly.

There is no evening self-study on Saturday today, and the last comprehensive essay in the afternoon is directly released.

As soon as Zhou Shi stepped out of school, he was dragged all the way to the shopping mall.This was not only the first time for him to visit luxury counters, but also the first time to shop for cosmetics. It was very fresh, and he was driving around with his eyes open.

"Are you sure you want to buy this?"

Zhou Shiyi always felt a little sloppy, and it took only 10 minutes for them to step into the mall.

"My mother's preferences are very fixed." Xie Chuhong remembered that all Yan Ruoruo's perfumes were citrus notes, "Please give me another card that can write."

The cabinet sister quickly brought it for him, along with a pen.

Male customers are not uncommon, but this is indeed the first time I have seen such a high school student male customer who has such an idea, and is still wearing the school uniform of No. [-] Middle School.

Now Zhou Shiyi often wears "tacky" clothes and wanders around with Xie Chuhong. He has already become thick-skinned and doesn't care about the eyes of the counter lady. Anyway, Xie Chuhong's sack is also super dusty, and he goes straight to here among the many counters when he enters the mall.

Neither actively asked for an introduction, nor interrupted what they were saying, exuding a kind of temperament that follows your fancy, and listened to a sentence that counts as his loss, and walked around among the delineated perfumes one by one with the scent paper, After smelling it, it is decided.

It is said to be a pick, but it is more like a search.

Middle notes of white peony, orange blossom, tail notes of clove, citrus, clear and pure yet gentle, beyond expectations.

Xie Chuhong first held the pen in his right hand, and quickly remembered something, and handed it to Zhou Shiyi: "You write."

Zhou Shiyi hesitated: "It's not suitable, this is your birthday present for your mother..."

"What's inappropriate." Xie Chuhong had a tough attitude, and stuffed the pen into his arms, "You were also present when I bought it, and you picked it with me, and we gave it together."

Zhou Shi saw that this person started to speak forcefully again. Seeing that his right hand was not intact yet, he did so. He obediently placed the paper on the showcase, bowed his head and said, "What are you writing?"

Xie Chuhong was a little baffled: "If you don't write 'Happy Birthday' on your birthday, what else can you write?"

Zhou Shiyi: "?"

Xie Chuhong also: "?"

"Just these four words are too casual!" Zhou Shiyi realized that this person had a straighter side than himself, "At least I have to write a word or two of blessings, what is my mother's favorite to watch? Forever Eighteen ', 'Sister Yun is one year younger'."

As a result, Xie Chuhong: "My mother has always been very young, so you don't need to stay young, just write 'Happy Birthday' and sign it."

Zhou Shiyi had nothing to say, and asked him in the middle of writing: "What is the signature?"

"What else can I sign, definitely sign '11'."

Probably Xie Chuhong's tone was too firm, Zhou Shiyi asked him after writing with two small sticks in his hand: "What is '11'?"

Xie Chuhong was inexplicable again: "You have already pronounced your own name, don't you know?"

Zhou Shiyi: "?"

Zhou Shiyi's pupils trembled: "Why do you have to sign my name on the things you send!"

"Didn't you just say that what I gave you is what you gave. Your name has fewer strokes than mine. What's the problem with signing yours?"

As Xie Chuhong said, the cabinet sister had already issued a ticket for him: "A total of 3000 two hundred and fifty, go straight in front of the cashier and turn left."

Zhou Shiyi: "!"

Xie Chuhong took it calmly, Zhou Shiyi kept his mouth shut and followed until he turned a corner before growling: "A set of body lotion and a bottle of perfume are so expensive!"

"It's already [-]% off, and I bought it from my mother's VIP."

Xie Chuhong found out the payment code from his mobile phone, and watched people "snatch" more than 3000 oceans with a QR code scanning gun.

When the two went back, the cards had already been put into the box and packed in gift bags, and they gave away a lot of trial packs. Xie Chuhong just listened to the cabinet sister's introduction, didn't take a look inside, picked up the things and left.

That figure and aura, paired with a modest school uniform, the visual effect can only increase but not decrease, increasing geometrically, striding out all the way.

Zhou Shiyi felt that if he took Xie Chuhong's arm at this time, he would be the adopted Xiaomi, and grinned: "It feels so good to be a sugar daddy."

Xie Chuhong smiled angrily: "Nervous."

The two still took a taxi home from the shopping mall, and Zhou Shiyi insisted on helping the big money pay for the taxi.

The big money looked cheap, so he paid for it.

Zhou Changde and Qiuyun's car was waiting downstairs in the unit, and they were "caught" in as soon as they got off the rental car.

"Today is your mother's birthday, so she asked us to have dinner together." Qiuyun reminded her in the front row.

Xie Chuhong paused: "... Shall I go too?"

The things I just bought have been stuffed into Zhou Shiyi's schoolbag, and my hands are empty, as if I have never bought a gift at all.

Qiuyun didn't give him a chance to decline: "Your mother will go to someone else if you don't want to, but don't make your studies busy, I know you just finished the transfer exam."

"What do you do when you see that I'm unhappy?" Xie Chuhong asked sincerely.

Although it was true that Anaphylaxis was admitted to the hospital last time, he still felt that Yan Ruoruo was overwhelmed by him.

Qiu Yun's words were rough and reasonable: "If you go, she will be unhappy when she sees you for the first time at most. If you don't go, she will at least be unhappy until the next time she sees you. What do you think, Chu Hong?" .”

"I don't..." Xie Chuhong swallowed the word "want to say" back into his throat, and was tortured by Zhou Shiyi until he had a conditioned reflex, so he changed his words in time, "I don't know."

But it must be embarrassing.

Going to that place, rather than saying that Xie Chuhong was going home, it would be better to say that he was a good friend of Zhou Shiyi, visiting relatives with his family.

Except for Uncle Wang, who was busy in the kitchen, being polite to him, almost everyone else treated him like air.

Needless to say, Wang Ni, at least she watched the scene today and didn't stab him with words.

The younger brother was young and didn't know anything, so Qiuyun took him to play without taking two steps.

Yan Ruoruo only gave his right hand a slight look when she opened the door and heard him say hello, "Mom", and then accompanied Qiu Yun and Zhou Changde to chat with her younger brother the whole time.

Zhou Shiyi sat side by side with him on the sofa: "When are you going to take out the gift you bought?"

They bought gifts today purely because of Xie Chuhong's spontaneous behavior, and they didn't even know that there was a meal together.

"Wait." Xie Chuhong glanced around the room, the atmosphere was not suitable.

Later, Zhou Shiyi was also "arrested" and sent to his younger brother.

Xie Chuhong sat alone in the corner of the sofa, slowly guarding the trash can to peel oranges.

The fact is that if a few more people come to this house, the situation will still not change, and he will still be the extra one.

Until a pair of big palms took the orange from his hand: "Can you peel it? I heard that I sprained my wrist."

The man's slightly deep voice was calm and pleasant, and he was still wearing a lace apron that he had not taken off since he came out of the kitchen, and his knuckles holding the orange were clearly defined.

Xie Chuhong was stunned for a moment: "It's fine, don't you need to take care of the kitchen?"

"It's okay, I'm stewing high-calcium soup." The man quickly returned the peeled orange to him, "Ruo Ruo said that you like to drink stewed pork spine, but you only eat soup, not the spine."

Xie Chuhong: "...Thank you uncle."

"How are you doing at school recently, will it be inconvenient if you hurt your hand?"

"Help me once, it's nothing." Xie Chuhong could feel that this man was trying hard to get close to him, but some things might be destined to fail.

The man saw that he was holding the orange without moving for a long time, and asked him why he didn't eat it.

Xie Chuhong paused for a moment: "I peeled it for Shi Yi, I don't really eat oranges... I'm afraid of sourness."

The man also paused: "You have a really good relationship with Shi Yi."

Xie Chuhong frowned.

The man laughed again: "It's not sour, it's sweet."

Xie Chuhong still didn't move, since he didn't know how many years ago he took a bite of a very sour orange, he hasn't touched this thing again.

"It's really not sour, try it." The man encouraged again.

Only then did Xie Chuhong hesitantly break off half of it and stuff it into his mouth. The flesh opened, and the sweet fruity aroma instantly covered the sourness in his memory.

"I planted it myself in my hometown." The man looked at him with a gentle smile.

The taste buds were immersed in the sweetness of the orange flesh with thin and juicy skin, Xie Chuhong couldn't tell what mood he was in, so he could only nod indiscriminately.

When they got to the dining table, Uncle Wang cooked the meals, and Qiu Yun and Zhou Changde brought the cakes and red wine.

Xie Chuhong is not allowed to drink, younger brother and Wang Ni are not allowed in age, only Zhou Shiyi poured a little in his glass.

Seeing that everyone began to raise their glasses to send blessings, Zhou Shiyi asked in a low voice when Xie Chuhong planned to give them.

He was afraid that Yan Ruoruo might misunderstand that Xie Chuhong didn't remember her birthday, that she didn't prepare anything, and was called here at the last minute.

But Xie Chuhong still said the same thing: "Wait a little longer."

This time, perhaps because Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou were there, the adults would talk about Zhou Shiyi when they were chatting, and they would often clink glasses with him.

Although I also thank Chuhong, most of the words only need him to nod or smile, hold the bowl in his hand and concentrate on using the chopsticks with his left hand, another dinner with outsiders, as if attending is just out of politeness.

He didn't know what Yan Ruoruo was thinking in his heart, the matter had not been able to find a solution until today, and there was a silent stalemate.

He didn't care about many things before, but this time, he didn't want to give in even if he said something ugly.

He just wants to fall in love, just to talk to the person he likes.

Later, Xie Chuhong made an excuse to go to the toilet and left the table early.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, he took the gift out of his brother's bag without a trace, walked around to the master bedroom and opened the door to enter.

Without turning on the light, he walked straight to Yan Ruoruo's bedside under the moonlight, and put the things in his hands down on the bedside table.

Ever since Yan Ruoruo divorced Xie Hecheng, he never smelled perfume on her body.

What Xie Chuhong thought was to put it away secretly, and just go back and continue to be a vase.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, the woman followed him at some point, and stood at the door facing the night.

Xie Chuhong pinched his fingernails to the palm of his hand, wanted to call "Mom" but had an empty mouth, and heard the familiar yet unfamiliar voice whispering in the moonlight.

"At first I thought, you are my son, everyone pampers you, I can't."

"But then I thought, you are my son, everyone can reject you, only I can't."