old lily no spring

Under the repeated urging of his mother Lu Mengfei, Song Han, who was going home for the New Year, reluctantly went to the house of his father Kong Weitong.It was only natural that Lu Mengfei wanted to marry Kong Weitong back then, because the reason she persuaded Song Han was: "That's the father who gave birth to you."

Song Han changed his shoes and grabbed the door frame, "Didn't you give birth to me?"

Lu Mengfei felt that her daughter's rebellious period was ten years late, and since she moved away, she has become less and less reserved.She suppressed the fire, "Lu Songhan, I don't want to lose my temper during Chinese New Year. I know you don't want to see your grandparents, but this is a courtesy."

"Yes, you can't let people poke your back and tell you that there is no way to teach women." Song Han smiled, "Okay, I'll just sit down for a while and stop eating. Wait for me to go home for lunch." The companion who came to the door She hated the trouble of finding a gift, so she went to Starbucks to buy a cake.

Kong Weitong's new home is in a high-end residential area that is quiet in the busy area of ​​S district. It is said that one of the bellwethers of housing prices in H city is this residential area.When she came to this house last year, her grandfather said, "It will not be a problem to raise another [-] to [-] if this continues."

Song Han was about to register when he arrived at the gate of the community. The security guard politely questioned him with a smile and explained, "The more Chinese New Year comes, the more cautious we should be? Are you visiting a relative's house for New Year's greetings?"

Relatives may not count.Song Han has never felt how close the blood relationship with this family is.After ringing the doorbell downstairs of Kong's house, the door outside the building and the elevator were opened at the same time. Song Han pursed his lips and stood in the elevator to give himself psychological training, "Be patient, don't pull your face."

Kong Weitong should be the only one who greeted her at the porch, but Song Han was slightly surprised that his wife Zhao Jing was also there this time.Song Han pulled up the lip line vigorously, "Dad, hello Aunt Zhao."

Zhao Jing hurriedly took out the pair of slippers for her, "Songhan is here, come in quickly. Oh, just come, it's so troublesome to bring cakes."

Song Han felt that she was a little too polite today.After entering the door, Song Han was invited to the living room, and greeted the grandparents sitting on the sofa. They smiled politely and stiffly, and hung two photo frames so formally that they could be hung on the wall.Then they sat down together and were silent for a few seconds.Kong Weitong called to his youngest son, "Kong Chuitang? Your sister is here, why don't you come out?"

The name of this half-brother is taken from the saying of Xu Zeng in the Qing Dynasty, "The pen of the history of poetry "Spring and Autumn", the name is Chuicaotang".Nine years younger than Song Han, this year is exactly the third year of junior high school.When Song Han saw him last year, he remembered that the kid was only 1.7 meters tall.Looking at it again this year, he has become a strong guy about 1.8 meters tall, with a fluffy beard on his mouth, and a pair of weak eyes narrowed awkwardly when he saw Song Han, "Hello, sister." After saying hello, he remained still. Sitting on the opposite sofa in shorts with legs crossed, his grandma had already handed him the milk, "Dangtang, I got up late today, and I haven't had any milk yet."

When Kong Chuitang received the milk, his expression was a little impatient, as if he was the leader in the game, and everyone else was a pig teammate holding him back.Song Han knew that this kid was addicted to games, and he was studying in a bilingual private school that cost 20 a year.His thick legs were dangling on the sofa, and Kong Weitong frowned deliberately when he saw it, "Sit down or not." The two couples in the living room were always focusing on Kong Chuitang. The legs were shaking with a drooping momentum.

Finally realizing that Song Han was there, Kong Weitong asked, "Is your mother okay? Where are your grandparents? Are you a senior this year?"

Song Han said, everything is good, I will study two.She didn't even touch the tea in front of her.I thought in my heart that I could leave after a few more pleasantries.

Kong Weitong has a dignified appearance, a square face and big eyes, tall and tall, with a fair complexion and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He often commented on the stock market on the financial channel of H City TV.Over the years, stock investors have scolded him for talking nonsense on the Internet, so he knows that he is deceiving people, and all the stocks he pushes are not poisonous.In addition, in 07, when the stock price reached 6000 points, the one who hadn’t gotten rid of it until now scolded even more fiercely, “Kong Weitong is the running dog of a black-hearted brokerage.” This does not affect Kong Weitong’s earning a lot of money.He has always been calm, with a gentle smile of a scholar on his face, but now his body language is leaning on the armrest of the sofa, Erlang's legs are raised, as if the living room at home is the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse.

"Are you going to study for a Ph. D. after graduate school? The deputy secretary of the party committee of your college is an old acquaintance of mine. The father of the teacher who wants to study is going to say hello." Kong Weitong's politeness was just a polite way, and he didn't like to owe favors too much.

"It's not decided yet. Maybe I won't study and go straight to work." Song Han glanced at everyone, only to see Zhao Jing's eyes glowing.Sure enough, she coughed lightly, and Kong Weitong sat upright, "Oh, it's okay, I'll tell Dad when I want to read. That's right, you and Aunt Zhao have something to ask you." Kong Weitong glanced at his son, " It is your younger brother, although he has been studying in a private bilingual school for almost nine years, and half of the courses are bilingual, but this English test is always at the bottom of the rope..." Kong Chuitang was a little embarrassed, his head was lowered even more, Zhao Jing explained, "In fact, his other homework is okay, but his English is not good enough. The family has enrolled him in several training courses. Xinxixi first learns and then thinks about these, but it doesn't work. Last time IELTS, half of their class passed 6.5. , he only scored 5.5 points."

Now that he understood what the couple's intentions were for singing together, Song Han looked at his father, "We're only in ninth grade, aren't you in a hurry?"

"Hurry up," Zhao Jing's Hangzhou accent was pungent, "The school will organize another exam before entering the tenth grade. Only math and English will be tested. Based on the results, it will be decided whether to study in an American high school class or a dual-degree program. Tang is going to the United States to study finance, so he can’t take a double degree course, that is H city’s general high school course combined with A-level, so he can only go to the United Kingdom.”

Song Han was full of thoughts, "None of my business?"

"So, I thought, maybe the previous teacher's method was wrong. Songhan, if you are free, can you come to teach Chuitang a few times a week? This child's family is not afraid of you, but you." Spoiled, the family seems to have nothing to do with his studies.It is probably Kong Weitong's flattery to say that he is "afraid" of Song Han.

"Dad, although my second course is not as busy as my first course, but now I work in a company, and I have to work overtime on weekends. I'm afraid I don't have time." After Song Han finished speaking, Zhao Jing and his grandparents immediately looked ugly, but Kong Chuitang was relieved. tone.

Kong Weitong, who had resumed his reception posture at the State Guesthouse, continued to be emotional, "You are just this little brother. At the critical moment, Dad can't think of anyone who can help except you. Really, the teacher changed one crop after another, but it didn't work. Or, if you resigned from the company, it should be a part-time job, right? How about your father giving you twice the salary? I heard from your mother, aren’t you the one who passed 110 in TOEFL and 8 in IELTS? It's definitely not a big problem."

Sure enough, it was her mother Lu Mengfei who sold herself.Whenever she has some achievements, the mother has to find a way to let the father know, not to ask for credit, but to say, "Didn't I raise my daughter well by myself?"

Songhan thought of the group of children in Gecun Middle School, and thought of Ge Hua.She worked so hard, seized every opportunity to expand her horizons without the support of her parents, and used the little spare time left to study.If Kong Chuitang had given this condition to Ge Hua, the kid would have already received Ivy's offer.

At this moment, Xiao Jiu sent a picture which caught Song Han's attention, and then she asked, "Are you free to answer the voice?"

"I'll answer the phone." Song Han felt that the room with the floor heater turned on was too hot, she sweated a little, went to the balcony to answer the voice, "Do you know what Xiao Huahua did? She had a direct fight with her father , face is swollen like a pig's head!" Song Han opened the thrilling screenshot of the video again, "How did you know again?"

"I'm bored during the Chinese New Year holiday. I want to watch the pigs that Xiaohuahua feeds. Maybe next time she will bring me pork legs from the farm. After I started the video, I immediately saw her face... Ouch..." Xiao Jiu Laughing out of breath, "This kid is so funny, why did she fight with her father? I asked her if she won, and said she still won in the end."

Song Han frowned and stared at Ge Hua, "You...why do you pay so much attention to her?" As for the new year's old, this father should also go for it?

"Huh——" Xiao Jiu's tone dragged on, "Of course I should pay more attention to the fresh meat of our company. It's not your only student."

"..." Song Han was speechless, "Okay, you are the boss." She said, "I was scared by this picture, let's talk about it later, I have something to deal with now."

She went back to the living room and looked at Kong Weitong, "Dad, I'm in the company for [-] yuan a month, double the salary of [-] yuan a month, and I take ten hours of classes a week. Do you think it's okay?"

"This..." Zhao Jing turned pale, isn't this the same as stealing money?The top teacher in the child's school is only at this price, how can a student Lu Songhan ask for such a high price.

Kong Weitong's face was not as calm as before, the corner of his mouth twitched, "Forty thousand..." He had to think about four thousand.Being stingy does not change because of his wealth, this is his phoenix true color.

"Right, if you calculate it this way, the cost performance is gone. My time is also very valuable." Song Han went back to the entrance to put on his shoes, "I'm sorry Dad, I can't teach Chuitang's English, and it's not money. The problem is time. I suggest you go to his school and ask the teacher for advice. My mother is still waiting for me to go home for dinner, so I will go back first."

"Hey... the food is ready, let's eat here." Zhao Jing hurriedly called Song Han to stop.

This meal is too expensive.Song Han smiled and shook his head, "Thank you, my mother is at home alone, and it's rare for me to spend more time with her during the Chinese New Year. Aunt Zhao, please eat. She waved to Kong Chuitang, who was on the sofa with a fluffy beard, "Chuitang, come on!" . "

The smile on her face didn't take off until she walked out of the building. The tired Songhan turned on the phone again and looked at Ge Hua's pig-headed face, and asked, "Ge Hua, how is the injury? Does it hurt?"

Ge Hua replied very quickly, "It doesn't hurt anymore, teacher, how do you know?"

Song Han pouted: How could I not know?Xiao Jiu knew everything before me. "Are you planning to hide this? How did you fight with your father?"

It’s no wonder Ge Hua couldn’t improve her Chinese grades. She replied unadorned and obliquely, “He’s so eccentric, it hurts to beat me up. I couldn’t stand it, so I beat back. Teacher, in our countryside, fists are better than reasoning.” .”

In the city, lowering your face is better than pretending to be false.Song Hanxin said.