When Xiang Yu and Song Yanbai pushed the door and entered the house, they were carrying big and small bags in their hands carrying things they bought from the supermarket. This morning, Song's mother called them to go to the supermarket to buy them.

The two of them looked like a chicken with their left hand and a duck with their right hand, and they just felt like they were carrying the fat doll.

"You said on the phone that you two went to live on the banks of Yuanshui Lake last night, what's going on?"

Song's mother took half of the bag from Song Yanbai's hand, took it to the kitchen, and asked while walking.

"It's just that my uncle's friend was drunk at home and couldn't go back, so he stayed in the guest room. If he didn't have a room, we went to the shore of Yuanshui Lake."

"I haven't been there for a long time, why do you live there? Then I'll just come home."

"It's okay, I asked my aunt to find me a bed sheet and quilt cover, and cleaned up the bedroom casually. It was quite clean."

Song Yanbai said as he rolled up his sleeves, "What are you going to do now? Do you need to peel this potato?"

Song Yanbai was about to reach out to get the potatoes, but Xiang Yu pulled his hand back.

"Yan Yan, let me do it. You didn't sleep well last night. You go and have some sleep."

Xiang Yu said before speaking, Song Ma, who was cutting shredded carrots and Old Song, who was peeling garlic, were all fixed on his hands, and looked at Song Yanbai's face full of surprise.

Xiang Yu didn't think there was something wrong with his words, and he felt a little strange when he looked at the reaction of the two elders.

Song Yanbai naturally knew what his parents were thinking, and his face turned red and he stomped his feet, "Oh, what are you thinking? It's not that I didn't sleep well!"

When Song Yanbai said that Xiang Yu also reacted and explained with a smile.

Old Song was relieved and continued to peel the garlic, but Ms. Yan Ruyue's expression was obviously a little disappointed.

"Oh, what era is this? We are not that kind of old-fashioned person. You are not young anymore, and you are having children..."

"mom!"

Song Yanbai gently pinched his mother through the apron, and stopped peeling potatoes. She washed her hands and went to the living room.

"Uncle, you go and rest too, I'll help my aunt."

Old Song glanced at his wife, peeled the last garlic, and left the kitchen.

Xiang Yu can cook, but he doesn’t know what the New Year’s Eve dinner is about and what dishes to cook, so today’s chef is Ms. Yan Ruyue.

Ms. Yan Ruyue is very motivated and thinks that many of the dishes she cooks tonight are special dishes from Shancheng. She, who has been cooking for decades, must not be compared by her future son-in-law's cooking skills.

study.

Song Yanbai held a cup of tea in his hand and warmed his hands. He sat on a mahogany chair and flipped through a book called "Firefly Alley". His lips were slightly pursed, and there was no unnecessary expression on his little face.

Old Song sat at the desk wearing reading glasses, holding a wolf hair, lowered his head and wrote small calligraphy, wrote a few rows and looked at it carefully, very seriously.

Song Ma is also a teacher and teaches politics, so she reads more news broadcasts and other things. She is basically not interested in other miscellaneous books, and she doesn't often enter the study. The books full of two rows of bookshelf are basically owned by Lao Song and Song Yanbai.

Old Song is quite popular. Some bestselling books, Song Yanbai, have not bought them yet, so he has already bought them and read them. So every time he goes home, Song Yanbai can find many new books he is interested in on the bookshelf.

After finishing the page, Lao Song put the brush on the pen holder, took off his reading glasses, and gently turned his wrist.

"Yes, every word written on this piece of paper is satisfied."

Song Yanbai, who was reading the book, looked up at him, smiled and turned his gaze back to the book in his hand, "Don't stare, look at you a few more times, you will definitely feel that there is no good word."

"Stupid girl!"

Old Song smiled and moved the paperweight away, took a piece of ink-absorbing rice paper and attached it carefully.

He knew that his daughter was right, and the more she read it, the more she felt it was different. Song Tian basically felt dissatisfied when reading the words he wrote. He always felt that somewhere was better to use the pen and hook.

Old Song put away his pen and ink, and was not in a hurry to go out. He sat over and poured a cup of tea, "Do you make it clear to Xiaoyu?"

Song Yanbai nodded, focusing on the book, "Well, let it be clear."

"I guess so, as long as you entered the door, I could see that the kid's face couldn't hide it."

After hearing what his father said about Xiang Yu, Song Yanbai remembered Xiang Yu's face that could be coquettish and fierce, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened a little. "This is also pretty good. It's so tiring for people who hide deeply."

Seeing that Song Yanbai was taking it seriously, Song Tian did not disturb her and sat there and drank tea slowly.

After drinking two small cups, Song Tian seemed to suddenly think of something and said-

"I guess your mother and I will move to the shore of Yuanshui Lake in another one or two years."

"Um?"

Song Yanbai raised his head, "Why did you suddenly figure it out? Didn't the two of them sing double acts the day before yesterday, and they didn't move one sentence on the left and the other sentence on the right?"

Lao Song added tea to their cups, "I didn't think about it carefully. You said you lived there last night and I thought about waiting for you to get married and have children. When I came back during the Chinese New Year and the holidays, there must be not enough living here."

Indeed, this house was bought twenty years ago. At that time, Old Song and Song's mother both had a hard salary. Even if the house price was not expensive, they could not afford to buy a large one. Therefore, the house was only considered as a family of three. It was definitely not considered that Song Yanbai had such a long-term marriage and having children.

"Okay, I'll help you find a moving company."

Lao Song nodded, "By the way, you see when it's right. We have to find time to have a meal with Xiao Yu's father and brother. If they are busy, we will take advantage of the holiday to go there."

Song Tian knew about Xiang Yu's situation, so he thought it carefully.

"I know, but it's still early. I have to spend a year or two before thinking about meeting the parents of both sides."

"I respect you. Just make your own decisions about this kind of thing, but your mother probably will urge you."

Song Yanbai took a sip of tea, rolled his little eyes, and he was playful and agile, "Let her urge me to find a boyfriend since I graduated from college. I have been accustomed to it."

After chatting with Old Song for a few words, Song Yanbai was thinking about finishing reading this book, but she heard Song Xuan's voice over there. She was embarrassed to continue sitting here to drink tea and read books. She quickly got up to help, otherwise she would be nagged when she was having a meal in a very clear way.

——?Coffee shop.

When Liu Yijie arrived, there were already two little girls waiting there.

"Sorry Ranyue, I'm getting up late today."

"It's okay, we happened to buy books in the bookstore next to us, so we came here early."

When the little girl was not talking, she sat there with a very elegant temperament. Her long hair was black and straight, but when she smiled, she would reveal two little tiger teeth. Her eyes were not big, but she was quite energetic.

"This is Xixi, she insists on thanking you in person."

Rong Ranyue pulled the girl's hand next to her.

The girl sitting next to Rong Ranyue has big eyes, watery and short shoulder-length hair, she looks obedient and cute, so tender that she doesn't look like a senior student about to be in her senior year.

"Is Xixi..."

Liu Yijie didn't know which Xi it was, but subconsciously remembered his ex-girlfriend. Although he didn't like her at all, he would still contact her when he mentioned this name.

The girl who asked Xixi to stretch out her hand and smiled sweetly, "Hello, my name is Gao Yaxi, I am Yueyue's classmate."

Liu Yijie also stretched out his hand, but he blushed after just touching him. He probably had never met a girl so formally, so he was a little shy.

"I'm sorry, because my plane is leaving tomorrow morning, so I can only call you out on New Year's Eve."

"It's okay, I don't need to thank you. I have a very good relationship with my uncle, so I just asked you a few questions."

Erbaiwu's cousin said and dug out the memo from Song Tian's yesterday about the screening requirements for intern teachers. "In fact, the requirements are not high. I heard Ranyue talk about your conditions. You will submit your resume after the New Year. You should be able to go to the internship this semester."

Gao Yaxi took a rough look and said, "There is quite a lot of content. Can I take one?"

"Yes, you can take a photo."

Gao Yaxi took out her cell phone and took a photo, and started to study it with her cell phone. However, Liu Yijie and Rong Ranyue were talking about the recent situation of several high school classmates, and sighed one or two times from time to time.

I don’t know if it’s because this person is also called Xixi, but Liu Yijie can’t help but secretly look at her. Every time he peeks at her, he feels guilty.

Because it is New Year's Eve, there are very few people on the street, and there are only one table in the coffee shop.

The fragrance of Mocha was faint, which made Liu Yijie remember the whole winter vacation.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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