[Full-time master] On the importance of walnuts

In the scorching summer, 16-year-old Bian Ke, who is already a freshman in high school, has returned to China with his father for two weeks before the summer vacation, and his mother stayed abroad to take care of things.

Bian Ke wears a bangs parted in the middle, and has undergone a slight perm treatment to make the shape lighter, fluffy and layered. He has short hair for men with a strong retro trend, squinting his eyes, and his thin lips are slightly pursed. His steps are swaying, and he steps to the door to open it.

"I've been ringing the doorbell for so long, didn't you hear it?" A handsome young man about Bian Ke's height stood outside the door and closed the door as he entered, "You haven't reversed the jet lag yet? You've been back to China for a week."

After the boy pushed Bian Ke in, he looked around: "Where's uncle? Did you go to France?..."

Bian Ke stood at the door and watched the young man come in as if entering his own house. He skillfully took out the slippers from the shoe cabinet and went in. He took out a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and was drinking happily. The young man's hands were itchy.

"Sun Xiang, I really want to fly a brick on your head." Bian Ke lightly opened his thin lips, and said the words in a pleasant smokey voice with a bit of gnashing of teeth, leaning on the sofa and staring at Sun Xiang, "I know my dad today The plane in the early morning is still knocking on the door."

Father Bian flew to France early this morning to live with his wife. He left Bian Ke to finish high school in Beijing, and would let Bian Ke fly to France or they would fly back during summer and winter vacations.So basically Bian Ke spends the same amount of time at Sun's house as at his own. Sun's house can be said to be his second home.

Sun Xiang put the Coke bottle on the tea table and glanced at Bian Ke. The black T-shirt he was wearing clearly made his skin fairer. There was a string of necklaces on his delicate collarbone, and he was wearing wide black trousers with slender and long legs.

Looking up, the thin pale pink lips are slightly pursed into a straight line, and a pair of peach blossom eyes on the small nose wrap the blue-gray pupils, the eyes are hazy, seemingly drunk but not drunk.There is a tear mole dotted under the slender eyes, which makes the whole face more delicate and coquettish.

The short hair of the man parted in the middle was messy, Sun Xiang raised his hand and rubbed Bian Ke's head vigorously, the longer and more coquettish this girl became, the more alluring she became invisible.

"I'll count to three seconds and if you can't get your hands down, I'll tell Auntie that you haven't finished your homework from playing games every day..." Just after the words fell, the fidgeting hands on his head stopped, and Bian Ke took a deep breath before suppressing his breath Asked, "You were caught by your aunt again, are you going to an Internet cafe?"

When Sun Xiang heard Bian Ke ask this, his whole body exploded, but he thought about the bet and turned his head to look at Bian Ke sincerely: "I'm here to do my homework."

Bian Ke raised his eyebrows and put his hands behind his head: "Doing homework?"

"That's right." Sun Xiang thumped in his heart but didn't show it on his face, "I'm here to do my homework."

The corner of Bian Ke's mouth curled up, and he slapped Sun Xiang's head: "You think I'm stupid? You didn't even bring you homework?"

"I..." Sun Xiang looked embarrassed, and insisted that he was here to do homework, "I was too anxious to go out and forgot to bring it!"

"Really." Bian Ke put his hand on Sun Xiang's shoulder, "Go, cook me some noodles, and I can consider not reporting you later."

Sun Xiang rolled his eyes and looked at the blue and black under the corners of Bian Ke's eyes. The whole person was lying sleepy on the sofa, with a moderate hum from his nose, and walked to the kitchen.

"Tsk." Bian Ke glanced at Sun Xiang, stood up, took out his phone and turned on Penguin.

Zhao San, what bet did you make with Sun Xiang again?

After sending the message, Bian Ke touched the phone screen with his fingers and went to the room.While cleaning up the homework, the phone rang.

Zhao San: No.

Bian Ke narrowed his eyes, and his white fingers danced on the screen.

Bian Ke: If you are honest, I can consider giving you the photo of Banhua next door.

Zhao San: ... Really not!

Bian Ke: Sleeping face photos.

Zhao San: Just, just bet if Sun Xiang can take a picture of you sleeping.

Bian Ke: I heard that the monitor of the class next door is very interested in class flowers...

Zhao San: Let's bet whether Sun Xiang can get your sleeping face photo, and if I get it, I will pay him a semester's internet fee!Mainly for the flowers of the class next door!

Bian Ke's blue-gray pupils were reflected on the screen showing a hint of sarcasm, and he went out with a stack of homework.

Just when he went out, he saw Sun Xiang happily eating the only bowl of instant noodles on the table with chopsticks, Bian Ke raised his hand to cover his eyes.Is this really my bamboo horse?

"Erxiang, is this noodles for me?" Bian Ke put his homework on the coffee table.

"You're only two! Can't you not call me Erxiang!" Sun Xiang nodded, "I thought you didn't eat if you didn't come out."

"Okay, you can eat." Bian Ke cast a glance at Sun Xiang's stupidity, and pushed the homework over, "Go back and take the homework and write it."

"What homework?" Sun Xiang bit his face and looked up.

"Aren't you here to do your homework? Er Xiang, a scumbag." Bian Ke's pretty lips curled up, and his tone was playful, successfully seeing Sun Xiang's staring eyes.

Sun Xiang stared at Bian Ke, looked at Bian Ke's smiling face, touched his nose, and then said, "Hey..."

"Huh?" Bian Ke responded casually, and seeing Sun Xiang knew that this girl couldn't hold back anymore, he lowered his head and raised his hand to send the photo.

"Then I..." Sun Xiang faltered, but didn't say a word for a long time.

"What about you?" Bian Ke turned on the computer that he took down together, "After eating noodles, I went to write my homework. I told my aunt that you can finish your homework in two days, and she will check it the day after tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow?!" Sun Xiang still kept his face in his mouth, and glanced at the pile of homework on the table.

"Otherwise? You don't plan to write when school starts in a week?" Bian Ke got up and went to the kitchen to start frying eggs to make sandwiches, "If you don't write about your dream of a professional player, you will probably be strangled to death by your aunt in the cradle. "

When Sun Xiang heard this, he thought about his mother's body trembling, and quickly cleaned up the noodles in the bowl and went home to do his homework.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, Bian Ke leaned out from the kitchen and saw Sun Xiang doing his homework with a pen.With a raised eyebrow, he shrugged and brought the sandwich to the table.The only sounds left in the living room were the sounds of Bian Ke eating and Sun Xiang flipping through his homework.

After Sun Xiang finished his homework, he was tortured and emptied his mind and leaned on the sofa. Looking in the direction, he saw a wall of red wine on the wall of the restaurant.

This wall of red wine has existed since Bian Ke graduated from the third year of junior high school. At the beginning, Bian Ke brought red wine to his home in a bag that looked expensive to death. Father Sun took a sip and said it was good wine, and then treasured.

One night, he went to an Internet cafe overnight and came home without a key, so he had to knock on the door of Bian's house. When he was about to receive the wake-up breath from Bian Ke, a faint smell of alcohol floated into his nose.

That night he saw Bian Ke whom he had never seen before, holding a goblet in his slender hand, standing there exuding an aura that was definitely no longer the Bian Ke he had known for several years.It's a little strange but it's taken for granted. From various perspectives, that temperament has always existed, but it's so small that it has been ignored.At that time, Sun Xiang realized that Bian Ke's gestures and gestures were exactly the same as her holding the wine glass.

Bian Ke drank the red wine in the glass into his mouth, but spit it out again.

According to Bian Ke, she was remembering the taste of wine.While chatting, the person disappeared, and when I looked down, I found that this girl had fallen asleep on the sofa.

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Entering the high school period, you can start the plot after writing.