Into a parallel world

After eating, it was time for Song Ci to do his homework. Song Ci, who was in the third grade of elementary school, was scratching his head with his homework. He was almost suffocated by the math problems in front of him.He just dropped his pen, took the fruit on the plate and started watching on the TV, without feeling any panic about the homework to be handed in tomorrow.

He, Song Ci, has a big heart since he was a child, free and unfettered, and rough-skinned. He doesn't care about his unsatisfactory grades and the teacher's lessons. He thinks he has thaumaturgy and is a smart kid, but this rigid education The way is completely contrary to his intelligence and ability. He firmly believes that it is only a matter of time before he will find something he is interested in and give full play to his talent.

The homework is reserved for those idiots, he just needs to use it for reference tomorrow.

Watching TV happily, Popeye ate a can of spinach, Song Ci immediately wanted to eat spinach, kept his eyes on the TV, and shouted at the kitchen: "Mom, I want to eat spinach tomorrow!"

Song's mother finished cleaning up, and when she came out, she saw her son playing there without doing business. The homework was piled up, and there were water stains left by fruit juice on it. Said: "Eat spinach? Look at how much homework you have left! The teacher calls me every now and then, don't you know how to be considerate and considerate for me to study hard?"

Song Ci pursed his lips, reluctantly picked up the pen and opened the exercise book and the questions.Song's mother sat on the sofa and tuned the channel, and chose a cooking show to watch with relish.Song Ci stared at the TV fiercely, filled with resentment.

There are several chickens and rabbits in the cage...

Chicken and rabbit together?God!Song Ci covered his face and wept, drawing a rabbit on the draft paper with a pencil at random, with ears growing out of the paper.As he was drawing and painting, a person from that day said to him: If there is any homework you don't know, you can ask him...

The sound is so good that he immediately thinks of the cello played on TV, and always thinks of the cold and clear spring water awakened in the snow-capped mountains and forests.Really, it's hard to forget.

Song Ci picked up his homework and ran to the phone. Song's mother watched Song Ci's call in amazement, and was about to stop it, but the other end was already connected.Originally, I made the call with the mentality of trying, and I didn't even think about what to say, but the call was miraculously connected.

"Dad, teach me to do my homework." Is that Dad over there?Or another brother?Song Ci was worried.

The person on the other end of the phone chuckled and said, "Little friend, I am a student brought by your father. I am eight years older than you. You can call me... well, uncle."

uncle?Dad's student?Song Ci was puzzled, he is eight years old this year, so this person is 16 years old this year, so big. "Hello, Uncle, can I give the phone to Dad?" Song Ci said impatiently and crisply.

"The teacher is busy now, uncle can teach you how to do the questions." The person at the other end said gently.Song Ci blushed all of a sudden, but the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see the appearance of a fearless boy, which surprised Song's mother on the sofa.

"I... don't know you. Dad is better than you." Song Ci murmured, curious about this uncle who was eight years older than him. Why did this uncle answer the phone calls twice?

There was silence for a while, and the sound of the wind poured into the microphone. Song Ci listened to the sound of the wind in the distance, but did not take the initiative to hang up the phone. After a while, the voice of the uncle was still there, "Sorry kid, the teacher is busy, I will give you Let’s talk about the topic?” Song Ci looked at the topic, and it took a long time before he pretended to hesitate and agreed.

Song's mother stared, like a little wolf cub whose son was wearing sheep's clothing at the moment, the sloppy face facing the teacher was gone, but a calm little adult, the expression on the little face and the words spoken Playing hard to get, it's simply --- too cute!

Turning down the volume of the TV, Song's mother listened to the situation over there with her ears upright, and observed her son's little expression. It was completely different from the usual naive look of admiring and adoring him when he asked his father about his homework, but the phone number above showed her husband Yes, who is answering the phone opposite?Song's mother became vigilant in her heart, and she couldn't help moving to the other end of the phone, trying to hear the voice on the other end.

Seeing this, Song Ci immediately turned around to block his mother's visiting eyes.Discussing the topic with the unnamed uncle over there, pretending to be a top student, and discussing the math problems that he couldn't even read the topic fluently in a deep tone.After an hour, the two of them finished discussing one application problem, looked at the exercise book that only completed one problem, and Song Ci deeply understood his ignorance.

"Any more questions?"

Song Ci was at a loss for words, hesitatingly said: "Well... it's gone, I know everything else, thank you... Uncle..." The other side responded with a laugh, as gentle as jade, Song Ci suddenly wanted to know what the other party's name was, but in the end it was different He didn't know how to sort out his feelings for his father when he was young, but somehow he wanted to treat him in another way.

Bai Jifeng over there obviously knew that the little brother had only done one question, but he didn't point it out. Looking at the cute kid on the other side pretending to be a bully, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, "Okay, there will be more questions in the future." If you understand, you can call this number and ask." Leaving a string of numbers, the relationship between the two opened a prelude, like a split tree, with the ax cutting down again and again, no matter how hard it is, no matter how old it is, it will eventually break completely , collapsed.

After hanging up the phone, Song Ci stared at the phone for a long time before recovering. Except for one question in the workbook, everything else was blank.But even so, he felt very happy.Then he threw away his homework and was about to run out to play, but as soon as he took a step, he picked up the homework with a wrinkled face, walked to the table and sat down to start doing homework.

Mother Song's little heart stopped this time, and her son actually started to do the questions seriously? ? ?It shocked her even more than the collapse of a snow mountain.But in fact, in the next three hours, Song Ci kept picking up pens and brushes, and finally fell asleep after only writing a few questions.

It seems that her son was stimulated by the phone call today to sit and do his homework. It is only with this level of knowledge that the questions he made are really in line with Song Ci's usual appearance.With a sigh, no matter who is on the other end, it is always a good sign to let his son start studying.

He bent over and picked up Song Ci and walked into the room, put on the quilt and turned off the light. Outside the window, he could still see snow falling in the night. This winter was colder than ever, and the snow fell even more heavily.Her husband will come back after the snow melts, all these years of loneliness will melt with the accumulated snow in the cold winter, and the children will no longer be laughed at by their classmates.Thinking of this, Song's mother couldn't help but show off her face.