Begins health as a slag cannon fodder [Transmigration Book]

Pei Lin didn't speak, walked to his seat holding a bottle of mineral water, and patted the boy kneeling on his chair.

The boy was listening earnestly and having fun, when he was disturbed, he clicked his tongue impatiently, turned his head and didn't look at anyone: "What are you doing?"

Pei Lin folded his arms around his chest, looking at him in his spare time.

It was only then that the boy noticed that the person who patted him on the shoulder was Pei Lin, and that he was currently sitting in Pei Lin's seat. He moved his legs and backed out with a smile, "Brother Pei, sit down."

Song Yao didn't notice the movement behind him. He talked about six topics, which most people didn't understand. In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stretched out a hand from behind his ear. The knuckles of his fingers were long and beautiful. It's a bottle of strawberry sweetened milk.

Song Yao paused, stopped talking and turned around to see Pei Lin looking at him with a smile in his eyes, shaking the hand holding the milk, "Drink?"

To drink.Song Yao took it over without any hesitation, there was no water in the thermos for a long time, and his lips were so dry that they were about to peel.

"I'll buy it back for you tonight."

Pei Lin was playing with his mobile phone. Hearing this, he raised his head and said, "No, I still have a lot in my dormitory."

Song Yao said coldly, "I don't want to owe favors."

"I don't want you to owe me a favor." Pei Lin was amused by the seriousness on Song Yao's face, "My mother brought this back from a foreign country, and it doesn't seem to be available in China."

foreign?Song Yao and the students who were standing closer had the same expressions. They looked at the milk box curiously. The words on it were all in English, not a word of Chinese.

Pei Lin played the game with his head down, and said, "If you like it, I'll give you a whole box. I don't like sweet milk."

Maybe it's because the atmosphere is so good now. Seeing that Pei Lin seems to be in a good mood now, someone boldly asked him: "Then why did your mother buy you a box?"

Pei Lin pressed the finger of the skill, thought for a while and said: "I don't know, maybe she is full."

Everyone: "..."

Pei Lin is tall, with a stern appearance, and he is called a school bully, so many people have the impression that he is "not easy to mess with" and "don't dare to mess with". They didn't expect that under his cold appearance, his mother I actually gave my son the strawberry sweet milk that children and girls like to drink.

Song Yao took a sip of the sweet milk and found that the milk was at room temperature. She looked at Pei Lin in shock.

Pei Lin noticed that Song Yao was looking at him, raised his eyelids, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Milk...why is it warm?" Song Yao humbly asked for advice. If he learned it, maybe he could drink a cup of hot milk every day.

Pei Lin snorted, and motioned Song Yao to look at his legs, where a small rectangular cabinet of low height was placed beside the table legs.

Song Yao suddenly fell into deep thought. He had been sitting in front of Pei Lin's seat for a while, why did he only notice this small warmer now? ?

After Song Yao pondered for a few seconds, she said calmly, and turned back while thinking about whether she should buy one.

Stop thinking and continue to talk about the topic.

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. No. [-] Middle School issued a notice yesterday that after the last class in the afternoon today, students can go home and do not have to study by themselves in the evening.

After the last self-study class, as soon as the school bell rang, Song Yao, who was still immersed in her studies, felt several gusts of wind passing by her face, Song Yao raised her head: "?"

The seats in the class are half empty.

Cheng Yuhao cheered: "It's a holiday! Brother Pei, do you want to go all night to have a good time?"

Pei Lin looked away from Song Yao's hairy head and said, "I'm not going."

"Why? Brother Pei, don't you just go home tomorrow?"

"My mother is coming back today and will be there in the evening."

Cheng Yuhao suddenly understood, "Okay, then Fu Yan and I will go first?"

Pei Lin: "Yes."

In the huge classroom, only Song Yao, who was not in a hurry, and Pei Lin, who was not in a hurry, were left. The other students had already packed their backpacks and ran away within 3 minutes. Who would want to stay in school longer after the holiday.

Seeing that Song Yao was still sitting on a chair writing papers, Pei Lin walked over to lean on Song Yao's table and looked down at the boy's hands holding the pen. The nails were neatly manicured and slightly pink, and the wrists exposed outside the sleeves were slender and fragile.

Song Yao began to pay attention when Pei Lin came over, who knew that this person just stood beside him without saying anything, and kept staring at him, making him wonder if he should continue writing.

Pei Lin, who is usually sensitive, didn't seem to notice Song Yao's unease at this time. He bent down and approached, pointed to a formula above and asked, "Why use this?" His tone was very serious, as if he really didn't understand and was asking .

Song Yao was a little surprised, would the school bully also take the initiative to ask questions?He carefully scrutinized Pei Lin's expression, and seeing that he was not joking, Song Yao carefully explained this question to the school bully.

Obviously, the school bully's thinking is indeed different from that of ordinary people.When Song Yao struggled for the fifth time and said, "Because...so...there is a trap in this question..." and Pei Lin asked "Why did the trap come out? Did the person who wrote the question have a grudge against the students", There was a knock at the front door.

The two looked up together.

Song Yingxia stood at the door with one hand still on the door to keep knocking, silently looking at the two people who were very close.

Song Yao stood up abruptly, not knowing where to put her slightly cramped hands and feet, "Brother...brother."

Song Yingxia's originally slightly cold eyes softened instantly when he heard this brother's voice, "Xiao Yao, I have been waiting at the door for a long time but I didn't see you come out, so I wanted to come to class to see if you haven't left yet."

After hearing this, Song Yao remembered that Song Yingxia had called yesterday and told him to pick him up after school today and go back to Song's house together.

"Sorry, I forgot." Song Yao hurriedly packed her things and accidentally dropped the pen on the ground. Pei Lin silently picked it up and put it back on the table.

Song Yingxia walked in and looked at the tall boy standing next to his younger brother, "Young Master Pei, long time no see."

Pei Lin was silent for a few seconds, "Oh."

Song Yao heard Song Yingxia greet Pei Lin, and asked in surprise, "Brother, do you know Pei Lin?"

"I know you." Song Yingxia took Song Yao's schoolbag and carried it in his hand, "We met several times at the banquet before."

Song Yao's eyes followed Song Yingxia's movements: "Oh."

Song Yingxia: "Let's go?"

"Okay." Song Yao walked a few steps, turned around and saw Pei Lin slowly returning to his seat and sat down. He hesitated for a while, raised his hand and waved to Pei Lin, "Then I'll go first, bye."

Pei Lin didn't expect Song Yao to say goodbye to him, the way she waved her hands was a bit silly, but cute, "Well, goodbye."

Song Yingxia's car was parked at the gate of the school. He opened the rear door to let Song Yao sit in and put his schoolbag beside him before returning to the driver's seat and starting the car.

Seeing that the car was not going in the direction of the small house he rented out, Song Yao said, "I want to go back and get some clothes."

"Huh? There are clothes at home, so you don't need to bring them."

Song Yao touched her nose and let out a low oh.

The car drove into the community, and there were villas on both sides of the road. Many celebrities or wealthy families lived in this area, and the Song family was one of them.

Song Yingxia asked Song Yao to get out of the car first, and he went to park the car in the parking lot.

Song Yao stood at the door like a fool, the doorbell was right in front of his eyes, but Song Yao always felt that he couldn't press it, and felt a sense of rejection from the bottom of his heart.

Maybe it was left behind by the original body. He has a very bad relationship with his relatives.

But what does it have to do with Song Yao?

Song Yao raised her hand and was about to press the doorbell, but the door opened from the inside. A middle-aged woman in an apron was holding the door handle. When she saw Song Yao, her eyes flashed with obvious surprise.

Just as Song Yao was about to call for someone, the middle-aged woman turned her head and shouted into the room: "Sir, the young master is back!"

As soon as the middle-aged woman finished speaking, Song Yao saw a little Douding running out of the house, chubby and more like glutinous rice balls than Song Tangyuan.

Xiao Douding ran on short legs to a distance of 100 meters from Song Yao and stopped suddenly. He blinked his big eyes and looked at Song Yao. Song Yao could see longing and timidity from his round eyes.

"Song Yunuo, come here."

A man who looked somewhat similar to Song Yao stepped out, with a majestic appearance, which was not easy to mess with.

Song Yunuo blinked and looked at his father, then at Song Yao who was standing still at the door, frowned and thought about it, then moved small steps towards Song Yao.

Song Jianyu: "..."

Song Yingxia came back from the parking lot with a suit on her elbows, and saw that the door of the house was very lively. Her father, two younger brothers, and aunt were standing at the door.

Song Yingxia stood next to Song Yao, put her hand on the back of the person and pushed gently, "Why don't you go in?"

The aunt wiped her hands on the apron, and said suddenly: "I forgot I was still making soup, I'll go and see the fire." After speaking, she walked quickly to the kitchen, leaving space for their father and son.

Song Yunuo walked up to Song Yingxia's legs, he was not taller than Song Yingxia's thighs, raised his hand and pulled the sleeves of the suit that were hanging down.

"Nuonuo, what's the matter?" Song Yingxia hugged him up.

Song Yunuo has a nickname called Nuo Nuo, which was given by Song Yao.Nuo Nuo can't talk too much, he hugged Song Yingxia's neck with both hands, but looked at Song Yao.

Song Jianyu glanced at Song Yao, turned back to the living room without saying anything.

Song Yao was holding the backpack, he didn't know how to talk to Yuanshen's father, so he said to Song Yingxia, "Brother, I'm going back to my room first."

Song Yingxia hummed, watching Song Yao go upstairs and disappeared from sight.

Song Jianyu snorted suddenly: "I didn't even say hello to my father when I got home."

Song Yingxia hugged Nuo Nuo and sat aside, and said flatly, "You have a cold face like Xiao Yao owes you money, who dares to talk to you."

Song Jianyu: "..."

Nuo Nuo is still young, it is a bit difficult to understand this sentence, but he still likes to nod his head: "Yeah!"

Song Jianyu: "..."

Song Yingxia said: "Xiao Yao has become obedient a lot, Dad, please don't always have a dark face, if this continues, you don't want to hear Xiao Yao calling you Dad this year."

Upstairs, Song Yao found Yuanshen's room according to her memory. The room was well lit and there was no trace of dust even if Yuanshen hadn't come back several times. Apparently, the aunt would come to clean the room every day.

Song's mother passed away more than a week after giving birth to Song Yunuo. It can be said that Song Jianyu was raised by Song Jianyu as a father and mother behind the three brothers.

Song Yao opened the closet door and saw a lot of new clothes hanging inside. They were all the styles that young people like nowadays. They were all packed in dust-proof bags, and you could smell the faint fragrance of laundry detergent when you took them out.

The door was not closed but only slightly covered, Song Yao vaguely heard the sound of footsteps coming from the corridor, and then disappeared in front of his room door.

Song Yao waited for a while, and found that the people outside the door were quiet, but he didn't hear the sound of footsteps again. He stood up and walked to the door, opened the door and saw no one in parallel.

But as soon as he lowered his head, he saw Xiaodouding Nuonuo holding a box of cut fruit salad, looking up at him nervously with his little head up.

Song Yao was silent for a few seconds and asked, "What's wrong?"

Nuo Nuo looked down at the box, then tried her best to raise the chubby hand to lift the box up, and said in a childish voice, "Brother, eat."

Xiao Douding is really a good brother, afraid that it would be inconvenient for his brother to hold it, he still weighed his little feet, his chubby body wobbled and looked as if he was about to fall down in a second.

Song Yao took the box and tightened her fingers slightly, "Thank you."

Nuo Nuo opened her mouth into an O shape, turned around and started running in the next second, whining happily as she ran, "Rake! Big Brother! Auntie! Brother is talking to Nuo Nuo!!"

"Uh..." Song Yao looked at Song Nuonuo's happy back, thinking how long it had been since Yuanshen had spoken to her younger brother, and these two sentences of no more than five words made him so happy.

...

Auntie will be on holiday tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. After making dinner for the Song family and his son, she will go home after telling Song Jianyu.Song Yao stood by the window and watched her aunt go out with a few bags of things. After a few minutes, Song Yao closed the book and walked downstairs with her slippers on.

Song Nuonuo was sitting cross-legged on the sofa watching cartoons, he looked up and saw Song Yao going downstairs, he immediately got up and crawled to Song Jianyu's side and patted his father's thigh, "Rake, brother has gone downstairs. "

Song Nuonuo didn't know what it means to control strength at all, so her father's thigh was aching from the slap.

Song Jianyu fished the man away, stood up with a light cough, "I'm down. Then I'll go get some food, and you go and call my brother down, he's in the study."

Song Yao who just came downstairs: "Oh."

Song Nuonuo saw her brother going downstairs and then going upstairs, so she quickly climbed off the sofa and walked over to boldly reach out and grab Song Yao's clothes.Song Yao felt a light pulling force pulling him, looked down at Xiaodouding, "What's the matter?"

"Brother, it's time for dinner," Song Nuonuo refused to allow Song Yao to leave, "Where is brother going?"

Since Song Nuonuo was sensible, he rarely saw his brother go home for dinner, and his brother left after a short stay after returning home, and rarely stayed for a meal, so now he subconsciously thought that Song Yao was leaving again.

Song Nuonuo's head was round, Song Yao bent down and rubbed him, then hugged him, Song Nuonuo opened her small mouth into an O shape again in surprise, and said, "Go ask big brother to go downstairs for dinner."

Song Nuonuo, who was picked up by her brother, was very happy, "Okay, okay."

This was the only time in the past few years that the Song family had finished their dinner without arguing.Song Jianyu looked at Song Yao who was cleaning up the dishes automatically after eating with complicated eyes, and remembered what Song Yingxia had told him before Song Yao became obedient.

Song Yao washes the dishes in the kitchen. There is a dishwasher in the kitchen, but Song Yao thinks it will not be clean.

So he wore rubber gloves and washed the bowls with his hands. A little tail followed him all the time, and the little tail followed him wherever he went.

Song Jianyu came in and hugged Song Nuonuo, stood at the kitchen door and said, "Go to bed early at night."

Song Yao paused, turned her head to look at Song Jianyu, hesitated for a few seconds and replied, "Understood...Dad, you should go to bed early too."

Song Jianyu: "..."

Song Jianyu left the kitchen lightly, and saw the eldest son in the living room walking forward quickly, "Did you hear, Xiao Yao called my dad."

A smile flashed across Song Yingxia's eyes under the glasses, "I heard it."

In fact, how could he hear it? The kitchen is some distance away from the living room, but Song Yingxia saw that Song Jianyu was so happy, so he just said so.

Song Jianyu was in a better mood, and when Song Yan wiped his hands and went to the living room, he saw Song Jianyu going upstairs with Song Nunuo in his arms, humming a little tune.

Song Yingxia was waiting for Song Yao to come out, before he could tell Song Yao to go to bed early, she heard Song Yao say: "Brother, I'm going to sleep."

Song Yingxia subconsciously hung the clock on the wall, and the hands pointed to eight o'clock. Isn't this a little early for going to bed?

After it was over, he recalled going to Song Yao's rented house for dinner that day. The water Song Yao poured him was red dates and goji berries, and Mr. Song was silent for a while.