Xia Lang

Normally, it was Lin Qiuman who coughed in embarrassment. She put her hand on her son's slightly sweaty back and gave him a slight push.

"The mung bean soup is out in the kitchen, go quickly."

She also turned around, went to her son's room, and put the schoolbag on his desk.

She has almost watched half of this drama, and she hasn't seen a single kiss scene, but when she was showing it to her son, the kiss scene suddenly appeared, really...

As soon as Song Linju entered the kitchen, he saw mung bean soup in a transparent glass pot.

The sweet and fresh mung bean flavor, and the cool green color can be felt through the glass. The soup is relatively clear, just looking at it makes people secrete body fluids, and people can't wait to taste how refreshing and delicious the mung bean soup is.

Looking at the tempting mung bean soup, Song Linju first raised his voice and asked, "Mom, do you want to drink it?"

Lin Qiuman's voice came from afar, "I've already drank it, you can just keep what you drink."

Only then did Song Linju lift off the glass cover covered with mist, and took the white porcelain bowl next to it to fill himself.

The ice is cold, very sweet, probably added sugar, the barley inside is boiled until soft, overall it is sweet and soft, very quenching thirst and refreshing.

The refreshing coolness brought by the mung bean soup spread in the chest cavity, dissipating some of the heat that penetrated into the flesh, and with an indescribable joy, Song Linju squinted his eyes comfortably, and filled another bowl.

Lin Qiuman came out of the room, saw that he filled another bowl, smiled and told him not to drink too much, it would be difficult to digest at night.

Song Linju was not a greedy person, after drinking the bowl in his hand, he washed the bowl and was ready to enter the room.

"Oh, that's right, Aju..." Lin Qiuman stopped him as if he suddenly thought of something.

"Your glasses are ready today, I took them for you and put them on your desk." She was covering the leftover mung bean soup and putting it in the fresh room of the refrigerator.

"it is good."

Song Linju first went to the bathroom to wash off his dry, hot and sticky body, and then came out after wiping his wet hair with a dry towel.

Now is the hot summer season, and his hair is almost soaked in sweat every day, so he hasn't done it, so Song Linju washes his hair and takes a bath every day.

After wiping until the hair no longer dripped, Song Linju turned on the electric fan and walked to the desk.

There are only two things in the center of the desk, a glasses case and a pair of glasses.

There should be another pair of glasses in the gray-grid-striped glasses case—the ones he got new about a week ago.

And that pair of silver-rimmed glasses without any packaging was stuffed into him by Li Zhaozhuo this morning.

He didn't throw it.

At that time, his hand was already hanging above the trash can that was not full at the corner, and his fingers were pinching the thin glasses frame. As soon as he let go, the falling glasses would hit the hard things at the bottom of the trash can, and immediately shattered and became dirty. And part of the useless garbage.

But for some reason, he withdrew his hand.

Put the glasses into the loose school pants pocket, and walked into the classroom with a cold face.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Li Zhaozhuo's head suddenly raised and lowered.

When we met again, he lost that inexplicable enthusiasm for him.

Silent, indifferent, as if nodding acquaintances.

Just right, to his liking.

Song Linju passed over the closer silver-rimmed glasses, opened the glasses case, and put on the newly paired glasses.

Same as the ones that were crushed before, they are all simple black frames, but now this pair is more beautiful and compact, not so big and bulky.

It is heavier than silver framed eyes.

Song Linju quickly closed his eyes to get used to the new glasses for a while, and the hazy world finally became clear again.

The circle of small black flying insects around the lamp can be clearly seen. They seem to be extremely fanatical about the light, stubbornly wanting to blend in with the warm light, flapping their wings and constantly bumping into the light source until they are covered in bruises and die from exhaustion.

Amidst the slow creaking sound of the fan, he put the silver-rimmed glasses into the gray grid striped glasses case.

The plain glasses case does not match the low-key and luxurious silver-framed glasses, but the owner doesn't care, and closes the lid and pushes it into the table cabinet.

Song Linju took out a thick exercise book from his schoolbag, and sat down at the table to do it. His slightly cool elbows pressed against the pages of the book, feeling the heat from the paper.

There seems to be no temperature difference between day and night in midsummer.

During the day, the scorching sun, which wanted to tan people to pieces, was finally driven below the horizon by the clear crescent moon, thinking it would be a momentary cool off.

But it didn't seem to be very reconciled, so it used the ground as a stove, hid in the ground and emitted heat, and continued to scorch the people on this land.

I just took a shower, and now I'm covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Following Song Linju's writing movements, water droplets ran across his slender neck and sank into his collar.

I don't know if it's the drops of water dripping from the wet hair, or the condensation of sweat.

In this ghostly weather where even the fan blows over, the fan can't do anything at all, and the air conditioner can be regarded as enjoyable.

However, Song Linju usually only turns on the air conditioner when it is close to going to bed.

The sharp and elongated chirping of cicadas outside the window, and the occasional croaking of frogs, the long and sultry summer night has just begun.

"Didn't I tell you to restrain yourself recently? As long as it is me, you will never listen to it?" The voice of the man who hurried back was furious.

Tutor

Li Zhaozhuo was playing games on the sofa in the living room when he was slapped across the face.

A man has been a soldier, and his hands are heavy, especially when he is angry.

Li Zhaozhuo was unprepared, his head was missed, a bright red slap mark immediately appeared on his face, and blood oozes from the corner of his split mouth.

Half of his face was in hot pain, Li Zhaozhuo lowered his eyebrows fiercely, and pushed his cheeks, feeling a little numb.

He put away his cell phone and stood up calmly, looking straight at Li Yukang, who was full of anger.

A few strands of hair had fallen out of his normally neat back, his tie was a little crooked, and there were many creases on his expensively pressed custom-made suit, which showed how hurried he was on his return trip.

It seemed that the old man was really angry this time.

The clear and loud sound drew the butler out, looking at the tense atmosphere between the father and son, his eyes were full of worry.

The master is on fire, if the young master adds fuel to the flames...

Li Zhaozhuo looked up and down the slightly embarrassed Li Yikang with a look that could be called offensive, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised, showing a standard expression of contempt, "Yes, why should I listen to you?"

The butler sighed vaguely.

Sure enough, the young master is like this every time.

In front of the master, he was never subdued, and it was normal to sneer at the mouth.

But if the master is really irritated, he won't be the one who suffers at that time. This child is usually so smart, why is he so confused when it comes to his father.

"you!"

Facing his son's provocation, Li Nikang's chest heaved up and down a few times, and he raised his hand like a cattail fan, as if to hit him again, but he was caught before he swung his palm down.

The sarcasm in Li Zhaozhuo's eyes was even worse, it was obvious that it was about to overflow, "You still want to hit me? Do you think I'm still the kid you used to hit when you wanted to?"

Just being hit by him was just because he was unprepared.

The boy's hands were like pliers, pinching him so painfully that it was difficult to move the hand held by him.

Looking at this unruly young man who was almost as tall as him, Li Yikang suddenly realized that his son had really grown up.

The child is so old, he shouldn't have done anything to him.

But he ignored his advice and beat up the young man of Jufeng Energy without saying a word. It was fine if he broke his leg. He was picked up by You's family at noon.

If they insist on making trouble at this juncture, they have a big ongoing cooperation with Jufeng Energy.

From then to now, he didn't know how many times he asked someone to call him, but he seemed to block them all, and he didn't answer a single call.

The patience was exhausted, the anger came up, and the leisurely mood to ask the reason was gone, so this scene happened now.

Li Yukang, who was holding his hand, suppressed his anger, and when he calmed down, he shook off Li Zhaozhuo's hand and straightened his tie. His cold expression still contained some lingering anger, "What are you doing to him?"

Li Zhaozhuo seemed to think that he had told some kind of joke, so he laughed inexplicably, and said casually, "I didn't do anything, I was full, and I just had fun."

It's as simple as watching TV after eating and playing with mobile phones.

"Go upstairs!" Li Yikang looked at him with an eyesore expression.

His son's stinging and unscrupulous appearance made Li Yikang feel upset when he saw it, and the tendons on his forehead twitched. He was afraid that he could not help but make a move amid his deliberate provocation, so he hurried him away.

Li Zhaozhuo snorted, turned around and went upstairs slowly.

Li Yikang took off his glasses, sat on the sofa and pinched his sore brows.

The butler who had been waiting at the side brought him the tea in his hand, looked at his tired appearance, hesitated for a while, and decided to say a few words.

"master……"

I was on fire all the way back. I lost my temper just now. I was really thirsty. Li Yukang took two sips of the tea without lifting his eyelids. gone."

He didn't chase the kid upstairs because the fire was gone, but the kid knew how to piss him off too much, and he didn't want things to get out of hand.

After all, the butler has been working in the Li family for almost 20 years, so he won't be fooled by Li Yukang's sarcastic remarks.

He just smiled, his plain face showed gentleness, and his tone was slow, "It's not a good thing, I don't know what happened between you and the young master, I just want to tell you about the young master's recent whereabouts."

Li Yukang bowed his head and drank his tea in silence.

The housekeeper knew that this meant for him to continue talking.

The two fathers and sons dislike each other, they seem to be natural enemies, but their hard and stubborn tempers are almost carved out of the same mold, they are both soft and hard.

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