When Song Yanbai woke up, the stars and the moon had already risen, and the room was quiet and there was no movement at all.

Song Yanbai turned over and put the blanket on his body aside. He didn't think much about it, but thought that his father or mother came in to cover it for him.

Song Yanbai opened the door and looked at the dark room, and knew that he was the only one at home. He sighed and went to the bathroom to wash his face while talking to himself. "I really have a son-in-law and forgot my daughter. Ms. Yan Ruyue is too cruel. I really don't ask me to eat..."

Song Yanbai looked at the cup of tea that Xiang Yu had drunk on the coffee table in the living room. He felt a little empty in his heart. He obviously hoped that he would leave quickly, but why did he feel a little disappointed when he woke up and didn't see him?

Sure enough, women are all people who speak up.

Song Yanbai shrugged himself and touched the kitchen to find something to eat. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw the post-it notes posted on the refrigerator.

"We went to buy something. When you wake up and eat by yourself, you heat up when it's cold, and there's lemon juice in the refrigerator."

The brushstrokes are strong and powerful, and you can tell at a glance that it was written by Lao Song.

Song Yanbai tore off the post-it note and walked to the dining table. Sure enough, he saw several bowls covered with plates. When he touched the bowl, it was still warm. Song Yanbai was too lazy to heat it up. Anyway, they were all dishes that were cooked tonight.

Song Yanbai poured himself a glass of lemon juice and lifted the dish covered with the dishes, as if scraping a lottery ticket, and each bowl was a surprise.

"Even if you are biased, it's my own mother. They are all my favorite food, hehehe..."

Song Yanbai said while serving a bowl of sour soup and bacon old duck, and his whole little face was filled with a happy expression.

Song Yanbai put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs into his mouth. The moment the tip of his tongue touched the ribs, the smile on Song Yanbai's face solidified. The sweet and sour pork ribs were made by Xiang Yu.

It is said that one hundred sweet and sour pork ribs can taste a hundred flavors if you make them. Just one mouthful of Song Yanbai can taste the flavor that belongs to Xiang Yu.

Song Yanbai sat down with a bowl and began to eat seriously...

He knew that being too reluctant to be savored by this taste would make him more entangled and harder to make up, but Song Yanbai just couldn't control his hands and always wanted to stretch into the plate where sweet and sour pork ribs were put in. For the last table of dishes, Song Yanbai only finished the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs.

Song Yanbai looked at the plate with only a little sweet and sour sauce, as if he woke up from a dream.

"It's over, Song Yanbai, you are really helpless. Just a broken rib, can you be so greedy for you..."

After eating, Song Yanbai remembered to reflect on himself, and sighed while taking the bowl to wash.

I don’t know where Old Song and Song’s mother went to the evening. The moon was falling. Song Yanbai had not come back after washing the dishes. They slept for a while and were full of energy. Song Yanbai didn’t want to stay at home and thought about a bunch of things that were missing. He changed his clothes and went out for a walk.

Opposite the community is Moral Education Middle School, where will Song Yanbai go every time he walks?

The Moral Education Center is one of the best in the city. Not only junior high school and high school, but also Song Yanbai spent his childhood here. Who made his father the principal who studied moral education and his mother the moral education teacher?

All junior high school students have been terminated, and only the senior high school students in the entire school are still in evening self-study. The sound of books is loud and the night breeze makes people feel comfortable.

As lazy as Song Yanbai, she ran three laps on the playground and then sat down to rest in a breath. Looking at the street lights in the school and listening to the cheers coming from the basketball court not far away, Song Yanbai felt very calm.

The longer he went to society, the more Song Yanbai felt that the simplicity and value of the school was.

This is like a holy land. Although it is occasionally dirty, it is much cleaner than the large dye vat of society.

"noob?"

Hearing someone calling him, Song Yanbai turned his head and looked around, and only an old man in a gray Tang suit came over.

"Grandpa Shi, are you here for a walk, too?"

Seeing that it was Mingzongquan, Song Yanbai stood up with a smile and walked over to support him, "It's so cold this day, why don't you wear more clothes?"

Ming Zongquan is the former principal of Moral Education Middle School and Song Tian’s teacher. Song Yanbai has always called him a grandfather. Many books she read when she was a child were borrowed from him. Every year during the Chinese New Year, their family would visit her home.

"My grandfather, I'm in good health and don't feel cold at all. You young people nowadays should exercise more. If your resistance increases, you won't get sick or get colds." Ming Zongquan reached out and poked Song Yanbai's forehead, "I'm talking about you. I heard your father say that you were sick and hospitalized before, and your mother went to the imperial capital to take care of you, right?"

Song Yanbai stuck out his tongue and quickly changed the topic, "Why are you the only one, where is the teacher grandma?"

"A relative came to my house, and she was greeting me at home. I always felt uncomfortable if I couldn't come out for a walk when I was full."

The two chatted and walked around the campus. It was obvious that Ming Zongquan had a deep relationship with the school. Although he had retired for many years, he knew every change in the school.

Song Yanbai likes to stay with Mingzong Quan very much. The elders in the family died early. The closest person of his grandfather is Mingzong Quan. In addition, Mingzong Quan is knowledgeable and has great achievements in history. The two are friends and have similar interests. Many of the clips and characters created in Xibai's novels have been influenced by him.

After chatting, Song Yanbai still felt unhappy even though he had been sending Mingzongquan downstairs to his house.

"Okay, okay, you are from a little girl's house, don't go back too late if you are alone. You come and chat with us during the Chinese New Year."

"Well, then Grandpa, please hurry up and go up."

As soon as Song Yanbai finished speaking, he heard the sound of speech coming from the stairs. Song Yanbai heard the voice of his master and thought of saying hello to her before going back.

However, Song Yanbai obviously did not expect that it was not one or two people who came down from the stairs, but a group of people.

"Oh, Xiaobai is back, hurry up, go to your house to sit down! I'm planning to go to your house to find you tomorrow!"

For some reason, Song Yanbai always felt that these people were staring at him. The smiles on their faces made Song Yanbai feel a little furious, and she felt like she was being targeted.

"I can't wait for my teacher, it's not too early. I'll go back first and come to see you when I have time."

Song Yanbai said, bowed and prepared to leave. Before he could turn around, he was caught by his master. "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll ask Chunchun to take you back later!"

As the teacher said, she pulled a man out of her, "Come on, come on, you can get to know each other. If you can meet at the door of your house, this is fate!"

Song Yanbai looked at the man in front of him and felt a little sad. What's going on?!

Have you fallen to the point where you are about to start a blind date just by standing on the side of the road?!

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