Begins health as a slag cannon fodder [Transmigration Book]

Song Yao thought he would recognize the bed, after all, it was the first time to sleep in this room, but she didn't know if it was because she was too tired after a day of class and had no dreams all night.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival for family reunion.

The biological clock woke Song Yao up. After washing up, he planned to go downstairs to see if he could make breakfast, but when he opened the door, he saw Song Nunuo, who was still wearing cow pajamas, sitting cross-legged at the door.

"Why are you sitting here?" Song Yao picked her up, "When did you wake up? Where's Dad?"

"Let's go back to sleep." Song Nuonuo hugged her brother's neck and rubbed it obediently, "Nuonuo is waiting for my brother."

Song Yao touched Nuo Nuo's little hand, and felt relieved when she saw that it was warm, "Are you hungry? Have you had breakfast?"

"Nuonuo drank the milk, rake the hot milk—" Nuonuo rubbed her belly, "but Nunuuo is hungry again."

"Brother cooks noodles, do you want to eat?"

"Eat glutinous rice!"

Song Yao put Nuonuo on the baby chair, went to the kitchen and cooked a bowl of noodles, put a few noodles into a small bowl dedicated to Nuonuo, and asked him to roll and eat with a small fork.

Song Yao paid attention to Nuo Nuo while eating, seeing that he was eating obediently by himself, she stopped looking at him from time to time.

Song Yingxia changed out of her suit and put on casual home clothes. She was a little less aggressive. When she saw the two younger brothers in the restaurant, a softness flashed in her eyes.

Song Yao saw Song Yingxia, "Good morning, brother."

Nuo Nuo waved her little fork and shouted, "Good morning, big brother."

Song Yingxia patted Nuo Nuo's head first, and then Song Yao's head again, feeling a sense of satisfaction in her heart, "Why did you get up so early?"

He was asking Song Yao.

Song Yao said: "I'm used to it. Brother, do you want breakfast? I'll cook you a bowl of noodles."

Song Yingxia looked at the bowl of delicious noodles on the table and nodded, "Okay."

Nunuo's little fork rolled up the noodles and ate them into his mouth, and said to his elder brother, "My brother cooked it well."

Song Yingxia tied a small bib on him, "Eat more if it tastes good."

Nuo Nuo nodded.

When Song Jianyu went downstairs, he smelled a scent, and when he turned the corner to the restaurant, he saw Song Yao coming out with a bowl of noodles.

Song Yingxia took the noodles and started eating with chopsticks.

Song Nuonuo is also eating noodles.

As the cook of noodles, Song Yao is of course eating noodles.

Song Jianyu suddenly felt that he was an outsider.He walked to Song Yingxia, glanced at the three bowls on the table from the corner of his eye, coughed lightly and said, "I'm having breakfast."

Song Yingxia hummed lightly: "There are dumplings made by Auntie in the refrigerator, you can take them out and warm them up."

Song Jianyu: "..."

Song Yingxia: "Xiao Yao's noodles are getting cold." It means that it is impossible for Song Yao to cook the noodles again.

Song Nuonuo looked at Papa obediently: "Papa, Nuo Nuo can give you one."

Song Yao: "If you want to eat me..."

Song Jianyu waved his hand to interrupt Song Yao, "It's okay, you can eat, I'll heat up the dumplings and bring them out for everyone to eat together."

For dinner, Song Jianyu planned to barbecue with the whole family in the garden outside. Not long after that, Song Jianyu came back with a happy face and announced to the eldest son in the living room: "I invited the neighbor Pei's family to have a barbecue together. It will be more lively if there are more people."

Song Yingxia was looking at the files on the computer, and when she heard the words, she just responded, "Yes."

Song Jianyu was already in a semi-retired state. Seeing Song Yingxia's indifferent reaction, he decided to go to Song Nuonuo to cheer him on, "Where are Xiaoyao and Nuonuo?"

"In Xiaoyao's room."

Song Jianyu muttered: "Nuo Nuo is such a sticky rumor. I'll go up and see what they are doing."

...

Song Yao was reading a book, and Song Nuonuo was sitting in the middle of her brother's bed, hugging a few ducklings and having fun by herself, when she heard a knock on the door, she turned to look at her brother, who didn't seem to hear the knock Indulging in books, he climbed out of bed and tried to open the door on tiptoe in a pair of small socks.

But no matter how hard Song Nuonuo tried, he could barely touch the doorknob, so he had to go to his brother.

"Brother, someone is knocking on the door." Nuo Nuo pulled Song Yao's trousers, resting her fleshy chin on Song Yao's knee.

As soon as Song Yao lowered her head, she met Song Nuonuo's big round eyes, and Xiao Douding looked at him cutely.

"Brother, there is a knock on the door - Nuo Nuo can't open the door."

Song Yao carried Song Nuonuo back to the bed, and first said "put on your shoes before getting out of bed next time" before opening the door.

Song Jianyu waited for a while but no one came to open the door, and when he was about to push the door in, the door opened.

Two father and son, you look at me and I look at you.

Song Jianyu coughed lightly: "I... I'll come up to see what you and Nuomuo are doing."

If it was in the past, when he faced Song Yao, he would not have the phenomenon of not knowing what to say like now, because the pair went to Song Yao, but the father and son quarreled directly after a few words.

But now, Song Yao has cool and well-behaved black hair, looking at him with clear eyes, Song Jianyu choked on his words for a moment.

Before Song Yao could speak, Song Nuonuo, who was standing on the bed, held up the duckling and replied in a childlike voice: "Brother is reading a book, Nuo Nuo is reading a book with my brother—"

"Reading?" Song Jianyu's gaze shifted from Song Nuonuo's face back to Song Yao's.

Song Yao hummed: "There will be a monthly exam after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I'm reviewing."

Song Jianyu's expression was in a daze. Hearing his son who never liked studying said that he was reviewing, he felt that the world had become magical.

"Review...Review is good, then you study hard, Dad won't bother you for now, but don't be too tired, just do your best. Song Nuonuo, let's go downstairs to play and don't disturb brother's study."

Song Nuonuo shook her head, "Nuonuo is good, I don't know how to click."

Song Yao said: "It's okay, Dad, just let Nuo Nuo stay here."

Song Jianyu was overwhelmed by his father's yell, "Okay, okay. Then Dad, go get some snacks and milk. If you're hungry, you can eat something."

Song Yao watched Song Jianyu go downstairs, and within 5 minutes came back with a rattan fabric storage basket, which contained a lot of snacks and a few bottles of children's milk.

Song Jianyu put it on the table, glanced at the book on the table, it was indeed a senior high school textbook.

In order not to disturb Song Yao's study, Song Jianyu even lowered the sound of walking a lot.

At six o'clock in the evening, Song Yao heard lively sounds from the garden, Song Yingxia knocked on the door, opened the door and said, "Go to barbecue."

"Okay." Song Yao stood up, "Is there anyone else besides us? Why do I feel like it's not just our family?"

Song Yingxia hugged Nuo Nuo, "Dad also invited people from the Pei family next door to join him, saying that it was so lively."

Song Yao paused, and suddenly had a bad feeling, "Brother, the Pei family you are talking about is..."

"Yes, it's Pei Lin's house, he also lives near here, don't you know?"

Song Yao: "..."

How did he know! !

Song Nuonuo rushed towards Song Yao, "I want my brother to hug—"

Song Yingxia patted his little butt and said, "Can't I hug you?"

Nuo Nuo was shy, "I want my brother to hug me."

Song Yao laughed and took Song Nuonuo.

Song Nuonuo looked chubby, but it wasn't heavy at all, and it was light to hold.

The scene in the garden was even more lively than Song Yao imagined in the room, even the aunt's family who went home for the holidays were there.

"Where's the honey? Where's my honey?"

"Didn't it say there were sausages? Why didn't I see them?"

"Hi, can you pass me a bamboo stick?"

"Brother Pei, I want to eat this—"

"Want to eat? Ask your mother to bake it for you."

Song Yao: "..."

Pei Lin was teasing a child, when he turned around and saw Song Yao walking towards him with the child in his arms, he raised his eyebrows.

Song Yao's heart is very complicated now, he did not expect to meet Pei Lin again.

"Brother, put Nuo Nuo down—" The child was attracted by the wafting fragrance, and twisted his body to get down.

As soon as Song Yao put him down, Song Nuonuo immediately ran to Song Jianyu's side.

Pei Lin swayed towards Song Yao with a few skewers of barbecue in his hand, and put one hand on Song Yao's shoulder like a good buddy, "Student Xiao Song, do you want to eat skewers?"

Song Yao looked at the grilled skewers sprinkled with cumin powder, it was delicious, but...

"I won't eat, thank you."

The tone was so polite that Pei Lin was stunned for a moment.

Pei Lin took a look at the barbecue that he had baked by himself, it was not burnt, and it was very fragrant, "Then what do you want to eat?"

Song Yao opened her mouth to say that he would not eat greasy food at night, but was choked back by Pei Lin's words: "You can roast whatever you want, if you don't, I can teach you."

Pei Lin's expression was very serious, he didn't seem to be playing with Song Yao, if Song Yao nodded, he would really know how Song Yao should go to barbecue.

Song Yao: "No thanks."

After Song Yao finished speaking, he saw Song Jianyu beckoning to him to come over. After walking over, he knew that Song Jianyu was introducing him to others.

"This is my second son, called Song Yao. Xiao Yao, this is Uncle Pei, you have met. Aunt Pei just came back from abroad today, and it is the first time we meet."

Song Yao looked at the couple who were both very good-looking, and smiled politely: "Hello, uncle and aunt."

"Hello, Xiaoyao." Ms. Pei is elegant and decent, looking at Song Yao's eyes with undisguised love, she has always liked well-behaved children, and when she thinks of her own brat who runs around all day, she suddenly feels unhappy again .

Seeing Pei Lin standing not far away, Ms. Pei shouted, "Pei Lin, come here."

Pei Lin glanced this way indifferently, went to pour himself a glass of juice before walking over, and as soon as he got close, Ms. Pei grabbed his ear, the pain made him almost throw the juice away, "Tuuuuuuuuuuuuuu !"

Song Yao looked at the mother and son curiously.

Pei Lin's father, Pei Zhengtao, seemed to be familiar with this scene, and calmly chatted with Song Jianyu about the project with a can of beer.

After pulling her son's ear, Ms. Pei smiled and said to Song Yao: "Xiao Yao, your grades in school should be very good, right? My Xiaolin is good in everything, but he doesn't study well. He either goes here or there all day long. Auntie wants to trouble you to help Auntie watch him more at school in the future, so that he will make less trouble."

Pei Lin rubbed his hot, swollen and sore ears, and sneered: "Xiao Song's grades are equal to mine, okay, he's only one point higher than me at the end of the second semester of high school."

Ms. Pei lived abroad all year round, so she didn't know much about it, so she blinked, "Is that so?"

Song Yao nodded, not hiding the fact that "I" used to be a jerk.

"That's okay." Ms. Pei stroked Song Yao's soft black hair, "You can work hard together. Anyway, the third year of high school has just started, and you can work hard for another year."

It can only be said that Ms. Pei is really Buddhist.

Pei Lin's cell phone in his pocket rang, and he hung up after answering a few times. Ms. Pei asked if Cheng Yuhao and the others were looking for her, and Pei Lin said yes.

Ms. Pei waved her hand, with a look of annoyance when she saw you: "Okay, okay, just go, so you won't mess around here."

Song Yao didn't speak the whole time.

Pei Lin went to talk to his father, but was suddenly stopped when he passed Ms. Pei.Ms. Pei said, "Xiao Lin, why don't you take Xiao Yao with you?"

Song Yao: "??"To be honest, it will be his bedtime in three hours, and he plans to go back and write a few pages of practice questions later.

Pei Lin turned his head and looked at Song Yao, who had never eaten a bunch of barbecue or drank a glass of juice from beginning to end.

It was his younger brother who ran around the venue, bringing the atmosphere together with a few other children.

Song Yao didn't notice Pei Lin's gaze. He felt a little thirsty, and when he was about to go back to the house to make himself a cup of tea, he was hooked by his collar as soon as he turned around.Turning her head, Song Yao was not surprised to see Pei Lin, her pretty face showed no expression: "What are you doing?"

Pei Lin raised his chin in the direction of the door, "Going to play?"

"No." Song Yao refused directly, thinking about the unfinished topic.

Sometimes Pei Lin really owed it. Seeing that Song Yao didn't want to go, he just wanted to drag him, "Aren't you going to stay here and chat with a group of old men?"

Song Yao said with a wooden face: "I'll go back later."

"What are you going to do back?"

"Do your homework."

"Uh..." Pei Lin seemed to see the quiet and peaceful temperament in Song Yao.

"No, Song Yao, is there something wrong with your brain? You are still thinking about doing your homework during the holidays. Are you writing the day after tomorrow?"

Song Yao thought about it seriously, "Isn't it too late to write the day after tomorrow?"

"Why is it too late?" Pei Lin asked.

"I've finished my school homework, but I haven't bought the exercise book myself...what's the matter with you?"

Pei Lin was going to be fucked by Song Yao's angry laugh.

"Fuck homework, male high school students don't do homework during the holidays."

Song Yao was thrown onto Pei Lin's cool motorcycle by the back of his collar, and his head was buckled into the helmet. It was so heavy that Song Yao suspected that his neck would be broken in a second.

Pei Lin twisted the handle, and the motorcycle made a booming sound. Song Yao subconsciously grabbed the clothes on both sides of Pei Lin's waist, fearing that she would fly out later.Pei Lin felt the pressure from his clothes, and the corners of his mouth in the helmet were slightly raised.

"Let's go, young master."

The locomotive was spotless.

Followed by Song Yao's desperate cry: "Pei Lin, slow down your mother!!"

The author says:

Pei Lin driving whining: How can a man be slow?