not fierce

After the winter vacation, thinking that Xie Xunyang would face He Lu all day long and cook by himself, Mo Xian invited him to his home during the day.

Xie Xun was no longer polite to him.

On the morning of the first day of the holiday, Mo Xian suddenly felt short of breath in his sleep. He struggled to open his eyes and saw a thin figure sitting beside his bed with a faint smile in his eyes. He said solemnly: "Get up and have breakfast."

"...Breakfast??" During the holiday, Mo Xian didn't have these two words in his mind.

Xie Xunyang has already lifted the quilt: "What? You asked me to come over." His eyebrows frowned, "Get up."

"..." Mo Xian muttered softly, while putting on his clothes, he sneaked a glance at the "supervisor" guy standing next to him, reluctantly walked to the yard, shivered from the cold, and turned directly to the dining table .

"Where are you going? Wash your face and brush your teeth." He was caught by the back of the neck.

"It's too cold, I don't want to wash." Mo Xian pouted.

"The water is already boiled."

"I'll go after dinner..." Mo Xian continued to try to walk into the house.

Just as Xie Xunyang was about to speak, facing Mo Yao came out of the kitchen with a hot egg pancake, and said with a smile: "Yo, it's still Yangyang who has a big face, and really called this ancestor!"

"Smells so good, sister, I can't wait to wash my face..." Mo Xian changed his face in a second, acting coquettishly and very sophisticated.

"Okay, okay, don't wash it if you don't wash it, you two go in and eat!"

Xie Xunyang: "..."

In the morning, Mo's mother used the noodle spread to make egg pancakes. The inside was fragrant and soft, and the outside was crispy. It had a rich taste. It was served with pickled pickled mustard. Mo Xian didn't have much appetite, so he ate two.

Xie Xunyang looked very good at a young age, with a cool and calm temperament, and he also sat upright when eating, and his eating was elegant and very eye-catching.

Xu Xin felt happy after seeing it, and pushed the plate towards him: "Yangyang, are you still used to Aunt Xin's cooking?"

"It's delicious." Xie Xunyang nodded.

"Eat more if you like it. Don't be polite, just make this place your home in the future."

"Yeah, you're here, this little ancestor is also being taken care of!" Mo Yao also laughed.

Mo Xianwo was next to Xie Xunyang, yawning big, the corners of his sleepy almond eyes drooping, and he took a spoon to turn around in the porridge.

If you want to sit or not sit, if you want to eat or not.But the amazing thing is that this set of movements is done by Mo Xian, but it looks frank and cute.

A gust of cold air blew in from outside, and Xu Xin couldn't help coughing again.

Mo Xian jumped up and closed the door tightly, then lowered the curtain, Mo Yao put on a coat for her: "Mom, the weather is getting colder, you should wear more."

"It's okay, cough cough, I just accidentally took a breath of cold air and choked."

"What's more, I heard you coughing last night." Mo Yao complained softly.

Xie Xunyang took a cup of hot water and handed it over.

"Thank you Yangyang." Xu Xin took a sip to moisten his throat and felt much more comfortable. Looking at the boy's politeness and handsome features, he wondered how his parents raised him to raise such an excellent child.

He also looked at his youngest son, although he was skinny, but he was also lively and cute, and he felt joy in his heart, and asked, "Xian'er, I heard that Yang Yang passed the No. 1 exam this time, how about you? Have you made any progress?" ?”

"How much is progress?"

Xu Xin tapped his little head: "Let's make an agreement, we'll go to restaurants after the new year."

"Yes, yes, it's up to you whether you can go to the restaurant or not!" Mo Yao followed suit, teasing him deliberately with bright eyes.

Mo Xian finally regained his energy, frowned and recalled seriously, then opened his eyes wide, and said loudly: "Yes! Chinese has improved! I got 80 points this time!"

"That's great!" Mo Yao encouraged, "What about English?"

"It's also an improvement over last year."

"How many exams did you take last year?" Xie Xunyang turned his head.

"4, 49..."

"Then this time, did you pass?"

"...I think I can pass."

"What score do you think should be considered a pass?" Xie Xunyang asked humbly again.

"50 points, out of 100, half right is not enough?"

"." Well, I already know what range his score is.

"I got 74 in my math test!" Mo Xian took the initiative to report.

Xie Xunyang nodded: "That's excellent."

Xu Xin/Mo Yao: "..."

Good guy, they almost forgot what is normal score judgment.

"Mom, does this count as my progress? Forget it? Can we still go to restaurants? Can we?" Mo Xian couldn't wait to ask.

"...Forget it, forget it!" Xu Xin couldn't help laughing, and said softly, "Our Xian'er has made a lot of progress, we have to go to the restaurant."

Mo Xian smiled and shook his head, "I want to eat a hamburger."

Xie Xunyang's eyelashes moved.

"Hamburger?" Mo Yao was surprised and shook her head, "No, that stuff is the most nutritious. I heard from a classmate that her younger brother eats it a lot, and eventually he became obese after eating it. The hospital is running!"

"Really! So serious?" Xu Xin didn't know much about the food in these cities, and after hearing Mo Yao's words, she was afraid for a while. Let’s go to Xingang Restaurant, don’t you like that transparent little dumpling filled with shrimps?”

"..." Mo Xian lowered his head, poked the pickles floating in the rice porridge with his chopsticks, and tried to bury it in the rice, but just as soon as he got down, he always turned up again, repeatedly.

Mo Yao told Xu Xin about her classmate's brother again, and Xu Xin gasped when he heard it.

Xie Xunyang didn't speak, and watched Mo Xian quietly playing with pickles. When he finally gave up and finished drinking with pickles and soup, he reached out and rubbed his head.

After the meal, Xie Xunyang took the initiative to help clean up the dishes, but was persuaded by Mo Yao to come out.

The quiet courtyard in winter has gray and white tones, and two or three birds have fallen on the tree branches, which seems to have given nature more embellishments in this withered season.The courtyard is not big, but it is very clean. It can be seen that the owner has carefully arranged it.There are pear trees and jujube trees planted around the outside.There is a stone round table under the jujube tree and four stone benches for people to sit on.On the left side is a simple wooden shed, in which Xu Xin’s handmade materials are temporarily placed; on the right side, a small vegetable field is opened up, where some common vegetables are grown.

There is a well next to the vegetable field.Mo Xian bowed and was washing his face with hot water.He washed his face in a hurry, like a war, half of the water touched his face, and the rest spilled on the ground through his fingers, and soon his clothes and cuffs were wet.

It took a long time to wash today, and there are more wet places.

Like a puppy falling into the water, shivering when the cold wind blows.

Mo Xian hissed while trying to turn up his wet cuffs.A hand reached out to help him hold it neatly.

Mo Xian raised his head, his nose was red, and the corners of his eyes were also a little red. His fair face was almost transparent, and it was reflected in Xie Xunyang's eyes.

Mo Xian turned his face away, breathed out his hands with hot breath, and muttered in a low voice:

"so cold."

Xie Xunyang felt that some people were naturally good at acting like a baby.

His long and narrow eyes swept across the white and tender back of his hand, and he reached out and took it into the palm of his hand.