in the dark

The spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. It has been several years since our little nine kings went to school.

When they contacted the school for Xiaojiu a few years ago, Song Nan'an and Song Chan were always worried that Xiaojiu might not be able to keep up with the teacher's teaching progress, but obviously their worries were unnecessary - Xiaojiu could not only keep up but also Very good, of course, except for Chinese.

Teachers have always given such evaluations—the student is a united classmate and respects teachers... The front is blah, blah, and the latter is the key point—the student has strong athletic ability, cheerful personality and can get along with classmates. However, I still need to improve my studies, my Chinese performance is poor, I am capable but subjectively unwilling to learn...

Ability is - except for Chinese, other subjects are close to full marks.

Unwillingness to learn is - Chinese scores are as weak as shit.

Song Chan leaned on the counter and flicked the report card. A row of numbers was close to one hundred, except for the language column, where a big 63 was placed there, which was extremely eye-catching.

"I can't do it like this. If this continues, I'll have to report it. If you want to go to a cram school, you are here." Song Chan nodded at 63, and said to the boy with darker eyebrows leaning on the sofa beside him.

The meaning of the report was to tell Song Nan'an about his Chinese scores.

The teenager stared at the TV not far away—the NBA game was being broadcast, and obviously felt that his second brother was just joking, and it was impossible to do such a cruel thing like reporting the results, so he said nonchalantly: "But it's still No.1 .”

"That's because the school's student resources are not strong. When you go to high school in the future, everyone will be top students. If you want to be the first, it will not be so easy." After finishing speaking, Song Chan felt that this expression was not very good, and added: "No, I It doesn't mean that you must strive for the first place, but you know that people want to make progress, right? Oh, that's not right, you... Oh forget it, happiness is the most important thing."

"I know." The young man nodded, with a playful look on his face, "Second brother, I found that you are becoming more and more like a big brother when you talk about the truth."

"Really?" Song Chan was taken aback for a moment, as if he was really a little bit.

The boy nodded, "What are you working hard for?"

"That's a good word," Song Chan took out the account book from the drawer, and said while doing the calculations, "You see, if I hadn't worked hard to build a gym and open a martial arts gym, I would have felt that I wasn't good enough for my elder brother, right?"

"It makes sense." The boy answered quickly, his eyes still fixed on the TV. He must have heard this kind of words countless times.

The two were silent for a while, one watching TV and the other settling accounts. People came in and walked in one after another. They all came to exercise, and men accounted for the majority.

"By the way, Xiao Jiu." Song Chan thought about something and asked, "Do you want to practice with me today or with your Brother Chen?" The task of Nine Sanda was originally assigned by Song Chan, but since gyms and martial arts gyms opened up chains, more and more things happened, so he invited more professional coaches to teach.Song Chan will come as a training partner when he has time.

"Don't you want to go out with Big Brother?" Xiao Jiu looked at him.

"Your sister needs his help with something."

Xiao Jiu snorted, got up and went to the counter to get two bottles of green Wangzai, drank one for himself and put the other in front of Song Chan, "Practice with you." Then he begged for mercy and said: "Be gentle, I fear pain."

"Yo, little ancestor, you also know that you are afraid of pain?" Song Chan joked.

"Yes, yes, I'm afraid of death." He answered, and sucked two mouthfuls of Wangzai, "Last time I practiced with Brother Chen, I got a big bruise on the back of my foot, and it hurts even when I walk."

"Why didn't you hear what you told me?" Song Chan asked hastily.

"I couldn't find you then." Xiao Jiu deliberately made trouble with him, "I called my sister and said that you are... where are you... Oh, I remember, in the office of the eldest brother. Okay, then I Still don't bother."

"Stinky boy, don't come here!" Song Chan tore a piece of paper, crumpled it up and threw it at him, "Who learned this mouth from!"

"You!" Xiao Jiu laughed so hard she couldn't breathe, "And sister!"

"Go away, go to training!" Song Chan pointed his index finger, "Warm up, do two hundred squats, hurry up!"

"Okay." Xiao Jiu flashed away.

Seeing Xiao Jiu trot out the door, Song Chan smiled helplessly, and told the front desk of the store to walk out after a few words.

The gym and the martial arts hall are not far away, just walk across the road.

A class in the martial arts gym usually takes one and a half to two hours, and you need to do a good job of warming up before practicing. Although today is a Saturday with plenty of time, Song Chan only arranged for Xiao Jiu to train for an hour and a half After training, you can go home and relax.

By the time the practice was over, he was already dripping with sweat, and the hair on Xiao Jiu's forehead was clung to indiscriminately, dripping with sweat. He was walking around in place to relax his leg muscles while undoing the bandages wrapped around his hands—you can punch while punching. protect hands.

"Take a break first." Song Chan said, "I'll pick up the car and go home together."

"Okay." Xiao Jiu replied, raised her hand and stroked her sweat-soaked hair and stood by the window for a while.

Looking down from the window is a road with cars passing by, all kinds of people are in it, some are happy and some are suffering, but he is a child who has been redeemed by life, very lucky.

As luck would have it, an adoption is like a rebirth.

Seven years have passed since he was seven years old, and he can hardly remember his past life. Those bumps in life that brought him countless pains have been smoothed away by so many years of happiness.

There is no shortage of food and clothing. It can be said that he has what he wants. The discipline of his two brothers is much looser than that of the parents of other students in their class.The so-called happy-first stocking policy, although it is not strictly controlled, is also because he is very competitive, and his Chinese performance is an exception.

Although it is a free-ranging policy, there is one thing that Song Nan'an and Song Chan have been insisting on for so many years. Since Xiaojiu started studying, he has never been in a car alone when going to and from school, and he has never walked home alone. The kidnapping incident made them feel that it is the safest way for their parents to pick them up, so the two of them drove around to pick them up, one, three, five, Song Chan, two, and four, Song Nan'an, and those who go to interest classes on Saturdays and Sundays are the ones that the little rooster can point to. That's who.

When the bell rang, Xiao Jiu came back to her senses and picked up the mobile phone on the chair to connect. Song Chan over there said, "Okay, come down."

"Okay." Hang up and leave the training ground.

It was past four o'clock in the afternoon when I got home, and there was a car parked in the yard. It should be Song Nan'an who came back.

Xiaojiu got out of the car first, but she didn’t feel much when she was practicing hard all the time. After a while, she felt that her legs were very soft. When she was walking, she had an inexplicable urge to kneel down when her knees softened. It should be because she was preparing for the final exam some time ago I stopped training for a period of time, and now I am not used to it again.

As soon as he walked to the door, he heard the background sound of the TV. He changed his shoes and walked in.

Song Jiaoye turned her head and looked over, "Hey——he's finally back."

"Sister?" Xiao Jiu was stunned, "Didn't you ask brother to help me if you have something to do?"

"Come over with my brother when we're done." Song Jiaoye stood up, picked up a bag at the side and took out a lot of things, "Didn't I go to Japan some time ago?"

"Hmm." Xiao Jiu walked over, raised her eyebrows, glanced into the bag, and smiled: "What good things did you bring me?"

Song Jiaoye took a look at his clothes, and moved his eyes from the clothes to his hair, "Going to practice?"

"Yeah." Xiao Jiu crossed her waist, sweating all over her body and didn't dare to sit on the sofa, excitedly urged: "Hurry up, take it out and have a look."

"I'll see the things later," she stuffed the things back into the bag, and scolded, "How many times have I told you to take a shower after training, you may cry if you catch a cold!"

"Oh, it's okay, let's take a look first."

"Are you going or not!" Jiao Ye slapped him on the arm.

"Hiss—" He rubbed the place where he was beaten, "All right, all right, go."

Song Chan only entered the room when Xiao Jiu passed by the living room rubbing his arms, and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"I'm taking a shower!" Xiao Jiu said, flashing.

Song Chan glanced at him, then looked at Jiaoye who was sitting on the sofa, and saw Jiaoye humming a song while falling on the sofa, blocking the bag but not crushing the things too hard, he had an idea: "Brother In the study."

Song Chan raised his eyebrows and walked towards the study.

After a false alarm, Song Jiaoye slandered, how could they be so tired of being two men who were running for three, one had to follow wherever the other was.But fortunately, it was because of this that she was able to escape just now, and the things she brought back from Japan could not be discovered by them.

In fact, the things I brought back were different—watches and figures.

One can be used when exercising, and the other is Xiaojiu's favorite - NBA series figures.

The reason for hiding them is because they are both expensive, and both items cost tens of thousands, and it will be over if they are discovered.Song Nan'an and Song Chan have always adhered to the educational philosophy that underage children only need to eat well, dress well, sleep well, but Song Jiaoye doesn't think so, look at her best friend's younger brother and look at Xiaojiu!no!Xiao Jiu also has what other people's children have!What's more, my own children are so obedient and have such good grades!I heard that this term exam is the first again!Rewards, what are you waiting for!

When she bought it, she was still thinking, in fact, the tens of thousands of watches and figures are not particularly expensive, as long as you buy them without being discovered by your brother... So comforted, she packed them up and went home from Japan.

Just as he was thinking about it, Xiao Jiujin came over with his slippers on, with a refreshing smell of soap all over his body, he grinned with big white teeth and asked, "What the hell is it?"

"Dangdangdang~" Song Jiaoye lowered his voice, and took out the box from the bag, "Figure! Watch!"

"Ahhh!" Xiao Jiu immediately hugged Jiaoye's face and kissed her, and happily opened the box: "Sister! I love you so much!"

"Shh." She made a gesture of silence, "Don't let me find out."

"I know." Xiao Jiu nodded solemnly and gestured ok.

Song Jiaoye clicked on the box: "This set should be one short away. I remember that there is still a black man who didn't buy it." As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and looked through the photos, yes, that's right. , the black man with the number 17 on the jersey didn't buy it.

Xiao Jiu felt amused when her sister described her favorite basketball star in such a way, and responded: "Yes, yes, there is still one more difference."

"This... I will buy it for you next time I have a chance."

"I..." Xiao Jiu was so moved that she didn't know what to say, this feeling that she knew she shouldn't accept it but wanted it...

"Don't be moved." Song Jiaoye deliberately put on an expression that you don't want to think too much: "This is a reward for you to be the first in the final exam. Next time you are the first, you will continue to give it, or it will be gone."

"Okay." Xiao Jiu nodded.