Little crying bag always wants to tag me

Yi Ling changed her clothes and went out, and it took only a minute to walk to the opposite side.Before knocking, the door is already open.

Bai Zexiao was dressed in lamb wool home clothes, making him look even smaller.He blinked at Yiling: "Are you here?"

Yiling came here nominally to help with homework, but it was too deliberate to carry a slip. Before going out, he thought about it and still didn't bring it. Now, he regrets it.

Yiling looked at the dark living room all day: "Is there no one in your house?"

"I live alone, and my mother will come to see me after a while."

Yiling was a little surprised: "Living alone at such a young age? Can your family rest assured?"

"En," Bai Zexiao replied vaguely, his eyes lowered as if he didn't want to say more.

"Forget it, just pay attention to safety at ordinary times. Don't open the door to strangers if you have nothing to do. Try not to order takeaway, especially at night. Also, if you need anything, just call me. Anyway, it's on the opposite side, and I'll be there in less than a minute." Yi Ling patted Bai Zexiao's head: "Do you remember everything?"

"remember."

Yiling was still not satisfied: "Repeat."

"Usually pay attention to safety, don't open the door to strangers, don't order takeaway, I will find you on the opposite side if I have something to do." Bai Zexiao looked up at Yiling, with some doubts in his eyes: "Why do you care about me so much?"

"Why?" Yi Ling tilted his head, repeated meaningfully, and then smiled at the other party: "Guess?"

After all, Yiling pointed upstairs: "The study is on the second floor, right?"

This house has only been newly renovated, and the furniture and decoration are still very new, and there is a sense of desertedness everywhere. Yiling looked around, except for the small bedroom opposite the study room, all the other rooms are locked. with.

"Isn't it scary to live alone?"

Bai Zexiao looked back at him with calm eyes: "I'll get used to it."

Yiling who looked at her felt distressed for a while, and stretched out his hand to gently hold Bai Zexiao's hand: "In the future, if you are afraid or can't sleep, remember to call me."

Bai Zexiao looked at him with puzzled eyes, as if he didn't understand why Yiling was so kind to him.

Yiling just laughed, without explaining: "I told you to guess, if you guessed right, I'll tell you how?"

When I came to the study room, it was probably the emptiest place in the whole room. There were only a few foreign books scattered on the two huge mahogany bookshelves. There was nothing else on the desktop except the computer and Bai Zexiao’s homework and textbooks.

"You sit first," Bai Zexiao pulled the chair away to signal Yiling to sit down, and hurriedly moved another chair from outside.

"Your family didn't hire a nanny to take care of you?" Yiling hurriedly reached out to help.

"Yes, but only come here at meal times, and leave after finishing."

No wonder this kid doesn't like to talk very much, his relationship is suffocated by being alone at home.

Yi Ling propped his chin and looked at the side face of the other party: "Bored?"

"Fortunately."

Yiling smiled: "Come find me when you're bored in the future!"

Bai Zexiao blinked and looked at him in a daze.

"There are actually many more interesting things in this world than you can imagine, and I will teach you slowly in the future." Yi Ling clapped his hands: "Now let's get down to business, where are your monthly exam papers?"

Bai Zexiao took out the paper from his schoolbag, blushing: "You didn't do well in the exam, don't laugh."

"Compared to laughing at you, I prefer to see you laugh." Yi Ling took the paper and flipped through it. English was the highest, almost full marks, and Chinese was the worst, with a score of [-]. He just filled in a few ancient poems crookedly.

"A partial subject, this is it," Yi Ling flipped through the paper, frowning slightly.

On the paper, all the answers are written in the opposite direction, and the rest are all blank, not even the Chinese composition.

Yi Ling turned to look at him: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Bai Zexiao bit his lower lip and shook his head.

"The progress is different? Which school did you transfer to?"

"Overseas," Bai Zexiao read the name of a school, a long list, and Yiling understood that it was a noble private middle school.

"That's true."

It is not the same to study across a province, let alone across a country.

Yiling took out a pen and took out a math paper: "Start with what you are good at first, and I will start talking directly, and stop me if you don't understand anything."

Yiling showed [-]% patience and meticulousness, broke apart knowledge points one by one and told him to pieces, Bai Zexiao stared down at the questions, listened very carefully, but never interrupted Yiling.

Seeing that most of the papers were about to be finished, Yiling's mouth was dry, and he was muttering in his heart. Taking advantage of the time to stop to drink water, he brought out a list of questions that he had just mentioned: "The steps to solve this question, Tell me."

What Bai Zexiao said was slightly different from what Yi Ling said, but it was also the correct process of solving the problem.

"You understand feelings," Yi Ling smiled, "Are you kidding me?"

"I can understand what you said, but during the exam, it's all words, so I—"

Yi Ling frowned, and suddenly said: "You can't read Chinese?"

Bai Zexiao pursed his lips and nodded after a while: "Yes."

Yiling lowered his head and looked at the paper again. It was true that he didn't write any long questions on the math paper. The geometry questions were all diagrams, and he could barely answer them.

"No wonder, I didn't write any Chinese composition," Yiling smiled, looking sideways at the beautiful cursive characters on the English paper, and comparing them with the crooked Chinese: "No one taught you to write before?"

Bai Zexiao shook his head: "I hired a Chinese tutor, but I left after two weeks."

"Do you want to discuss it with your family and find another one, or it will delay your class?"

Bai Zexiao's expression became a little complicated, and Yiling watched silently without speaking.

Thinking about it with my toes, I know that the relationship between this child and his family is not very good, otherwise such a big house would not let a child live alone.

"Otherwise, I still have a solution." Yi Ling propped his chin, turned sideways and looked at Bai Zexiao seriously.

Bai Zexiao turned to look at him, but didn't continue to ask.

Yiling smiled, stood up, put the pen just now into Bai Zexiao's hand, held Bai Zexiao's pen, and wrote two words stroke by stroke on the paper.

As the strokes wandered, Yiling's palm was pressed against the back of Bai Zexiao's hand, the two were very close due to their posture, Yi Ling leaned over, rubbing the tip of his nose against Bai Zexiao's soft hair, his breath was filled with the scent of each other .

"Yi, Ling."

With the last touch of pen, Yi Ling let go of his hand, propped his head on the table and smiled at Bai Zexiao: "Remember my name."

Under the warm white light of the desk lamp, the two teenagers stared at each other silently, and Yiling stared at the pair of pupils seriously, not wanting to miss even a trace of embarrassment in the other.

But unfortunately, the other party's eyes were as calm as a deep pool of water, and Ren Yiling's eyes widened but he couldn't see a single splash.

Yiling sighed for a long time, held his forehead in frustration and murmured: "I'm not enlightened, I'm not enlightened."

"what?"

"It's nothing." Yi Ling waved his hand, comforting himself, 15 years old, still young.

Yiling straightened his upper body, took out his phone and pointed it at Bai Zexiao.

"Do you see what's out there?"

Bai Zexiao turned his head and saw nothing in the dark corridor.

"have what?"

The moment he turned his head, the shutter sounded, and the scene of this moment was recorded in Yiling's cell phone.

Yiling curled his lips into a smile: "I accept today's tuition."

Bai Zexiao was still in a daze, Yiling took the opportunity to pinch his face: "I'm going back, I'll go to bed early at night,"

Bai Zexiao stood up to see him off, but was pushed back by Yiling: "Sit down, you send me down and then come up by yourself, I'm afraid you'll bump into me! Go to bed as soon as you finish your homework, and I'll find someone else the next day." Copybook, seriously teach you how to write."

Yiling left.

Bai Zexiao lowered his head and packed up the papers and stuffed them into his schoolbag.

The pen that was written just now was still in his hand, Bai Zexiao kept holding it, put the chair he just brought in back to its original position as if nothing had happened, and turned off the light as if nothing had happened, the room was plunged into darkness.

Bai Zexiao raised his hand and looked down at the pen in his hand.

"Yi, Ling."

Bai Zexiao muttered, held the pen up to his nose, and took a careful sniff.

It smells good.

It's the smell of that person.

Bai Zexiao touched his chest, under the ribs, his heart was beating like drums.

Just now, the temperature of that person's skin, the figure who spoke, the warm breath... Bai Zexiao patted his face, he probably didn't notice it!