The plan of the day is in the morning

Uncle Zhou. "

The temperature of the air conditioner in the car was turned on just right, and he took off his mask with a light sigh of relief, revealing a handsome face that lacked blood.

The light from the dome light in the car came down, and his pale skin finally felt a little warm. He unscrewed the lid of the thermos and drank several mouthfuls of hot water, only then did he feel that his dry and itchy throat healed.

"What's the trouble, I'll pick up your work."

Uncle Zhou was in charge of taking him to and from school since he was a child. It can be said that he watched him grow up and treated him as kindly as his own nephew. Hehe kept talking, "You called in the afternoon and said that you won't go to self-study today and I won't come to pick you up. I don't know what to do for a while."

Yu Chen lowered his eyes and smiled, his black eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes, "I wanted to buy some books and then went home, but something happened."

"Oh? What's the accident?"

Uncle Zhou turned on the turn signal, and while turning the steering wheel to prepare to drive out, he asked casually, his gaze fell into the side view mirror and he was stunned for a moment, "Isn't that Xiaotian?"

Yu Chen covered the thermos cup and looked out the car window.

Yi Xiaotian, with his schoolbag on one shoulder, was pushing his bicycle out of the school gate.

He let out a "hmm", and his slightly lighter pupils looked at the figure over there from a distance.

Uncle Zhou hesitated, "Should we take him back together? It might rain in a while."

He carefully looked at Yu Chen through the endoscope.

Yu Chen looked at the window of the car. Outside the window, Yi Xiaotian seemed to have glanced here. The dim streetlights at the school gate could not clearly illuminate his expression, and he could only see him stepping into the car swiftly.

Immediately after pedaling, the bicycle rushed forward quickly, and soon passed their private car.

The figure of Yi Xiaotian riding a bicycle passed by the window, Yu Chen put down his hand on the car door, and said after a moment of silence, "No need, let's go, Uncle Zhou."

Uncle Zhou sighed and stepped on the gas pedal. He drove steadily. After a while, the bicycle and the figure appeared in front of them again.

The street lights were dim, the street trees swayed eastward and westward, and the boy's school uniform was blown up by the cold wind.

The moment she passed him, Yu Chen closed her eyes and put on her earphones.

……

When Yi Xiaotian opened the door, he found that the living room was brightly lit. His father, Yi Liangcai, who just went to Beijing on business two days ago, was sitting on the sofa waiting for him with a gloomy face.

The atmosphere in the room is dignified, and the wind and rain are about to come.

"Xiaotian is back, are you hungry? Your dad hasn't had dinner yet, so you want to have some too?"

Aunt Chen came out of the kitchen wiping her hands, winked at him, and tried to ease the atmosphere, "It's cold, and the food should be cold later, what father and son have to say, we can talk slowly after dinner."

The floor heating was turned on in the room, and the pores of his body stretched out as soon as he came in. Yi Xiaotian didn't look at his father, squatted down to change his shoes, "I'm not hungry, let him eat by himself."

Judging from the situation, it must have been the phone call from the police station that called him all the way back. Calculating the time, his father probably hung up the phone and immediately got angry and asked his assistant to book a plane ticket.

Yi Xiaotian was full of sarcasm, but also faintly felt the joy of successful revenge.

Just as he was about to pull the shoelaces, the footsteps of indoor slippers came menacingly in front of him.

"Hey Mr. Yi..."

Aunt Chen exclaimed.

Before Yi Xiaotian had time to straighten up, there was a bang.

An iron box slammed to his feet, and colorful things fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

"You still have the face to come back?!"

Yi Liangcai, a successful person who is always personable outside, said coldly to Yi Xiaotian who was stunned, "Tell me what this is?"

Yi Xiaotian looked at the paint tubes that fell all over the floor. These were all placed in the cabinet of his studio. He raised his head suddenly, "Who told you to rummage through my things?!"

"How dare you talk back?!"

Yi Liangcai strode down the steps, stepped on a paint tube on the sole of his slippers, and the red paint was immediately crowded all over the floor, "How many times have I warned you not to paint, do you think I'm farting?! Then find someone to tear down that studio!!"

Yi Xiaotian clenched his back teeth tightly, "How dare you! That's my mother—"

"Mr. Yi, Mr. Yi, calm down, Xiaotian is still young, he is in the rebellious stage, please take your time to persuade him not to get angry, Xiaotian just likes to draw, after all his mother..."

Aunt Chen came to persuade in a panic.

"Don't mention the fuck to me!"

Yi Liang just yelled, shaking his finger and pointing at Yi Xiaotian, "The grades are the lowest, and he faked my signature and said he chose liberal arts! The police station called me and said that he got into a fight with someone and was arrested. Let me fish People! As he is now, if his mother is still alive, he will be mad at him! Does he still have the face to mention his mother?"

Yi Xiaotian only felt that the string in his head broke with a buzzing sound, he couldn't see Aunt Chen's panic and blocking, he only heard the sneer from his own teeth.

"Who the hell doesn't deserve to be mentioned?"

He stared at Yi Liangcai coldly, and asked in a sarcastic voice, "Do you remember what date it is today?"

Yi Liangcai's furious expression suddenly froze.

"Today is November 11th, the anniversary of my mother's death."

Yi Xiaotian's expression suddenly calmed down, deep in the black eyes, there was a strong malice and a sneer, "Only the police can call you, and it will be the same ten years ago, and it will be the same ten years later."

Yi Liangcai suddenly looked like a defeated rooster, "You did it on purpose?!"

"You tell me, where were you when the police called you today?"

The smile on the corner of Yi Xiaotian's mouth was a bit dazzling.

"Ten years ago, where were you when my mother committed suicide?"

His tone was understated, "You forget about it when you think about it, right? In a dream, I will remind you every year, so that you will never forget how my mother died."

"Also, why do you stand here and teach me? Are you worthy?"

After speaking, he turned around-bang!

The door slammed shut.

3, 03

"Come on, Chenchen, try it, this is what mom learned from your Aunt Sun today, you and your dad are one by one..."

Tao Jing was bringing out a bowl of white fungus soup from the kitchen, when she was interrupted by the loud slamming sound from the opposite door, her hand trembled and almost threw it out.

Father Yu who was sitting on the sofa pretending to be absorbed in reading the newspaper, Yu Chen who had just put down his schoolbag and took a few sips of hot water from Aunt Sun, and Aunt Sun who was smiling all subconsciously turned their gazes to the door.

"what happened again?"

Father Yu folded the newspaper and frowned.

Aunt Sun went to the floor-to-ceiling window to look for a while, then came back and shook her head, "I saw Xiaotian leaving on a bicycle."

She paused, and then said worriedly, "When I went out to throw out the trash just now, I met Sister Chen next door. She said that Boss Yi came back today, and she looked very bad."

"What's going on between the father and son? In such a cold day, it's starting to rain outside."

Father Yu adjusted his reading glasses and sighed.

Yu Chen stared down at the steam in the glass in his hand, and said after a while, "Today is the 7th."

Father Yu was stunned.

Tao Jing sat down on the edge of the morning, put the white porcelain spoon into the bowl, and said in a complicated tone, "I guess Xiaotian is still blaming his father."

As soon as these words came out, the living room was silent.

"Let's not talk about that, Chenchen has a taste of mother's handicraft."

Tao Jing said with a smile.

Yu Chen nodded, picked up a spoon and took a small spoonful of white fungus soup.

Tao Jing asked expectantly and nervously, "How is it?"

Yu Chen swallowed it slowly, took another sip from the water glass, and said calmly, "Yes."

Tao Jing's eyes lit up immediately, she knew very well how picky her son was, and it was already a very high praise for him to say it was okay.

When Yu Chen put down the water glass and raised his eyes, he met the suspicious gaze of his father from behind the newspaper. Yu Chen silently lowered his eyes and stirred the white fungus soup with a white porcelain spoon.

"Old Yu, Chenchen said it's okay, you should try it too!"

Tao Jing looked at her husband enthusiastically.

Father Yu still had hesitation in his heart, but he couldn't hold back his wife's enthusiasm, so he finally tasted it dubiously.

"Puff—cough cough cough cough!!"

The pungent smell coming from his nose caused him to burst into an earth-shattering coughing sound, and he quickly picked up his teacup and took a big gulp.

"Hey! What's the matter?"

Tao Jing was puzzled and worried, and hurried up to pat him on the back, "Isn't it delicious?"

"No, it's good, it's delicious—"

Father Yu spoke like a toothache, gasping for air and glaring at his son secretly, "I ate too fast, hiss, it's hot."

Yu Chen continued to stir the white fungus soup with lowered eyebrows, as if it was really too hot to eat.

Only then did Tao Jing heave a sigh of relief, and laughed and cursed, "How old are you that you can still choke on eating something, but if you eat slowly, no one will snatch it."

Father Yu cleared his throat and took two more sips of tea, rolling his eyes, trying to find an excuse to delay the time.

Yu Chen put down the spoon, "I'm going upstairs."

"So fast?"

Tao Jing was surprised.

Yu Chen nodded, "The mid-term exam is coming soon, I want to do more questions."

Tao Jing just wanted to say that when the white fungus soup was cooled and served to him, he added as if he knew what she would say in advance, "The question is a bit difficult."

It means don't bother me halfway.

Tao Jing hesitated to speak, but finally agreed.

"Chenchen,"

Father Yu stopped his son who was about to go upstairs, he seemed to hesitate, "Xiaotian, that child is not easy, you two have been playing since you were young, you should take care of him when you have time."

Yu Chen's footsteps stopped, and when he turned around, half of his face was blocked by the shadow in the stairwell, so he couldn't see clearly, only heard his low voice, "Got it."

Watching his son's back disappear on the second floor, Yu's father sighed, and turned his head to see his wife wrinkled