moon stars

Chapter 34

On Saturday morning, Chuyu took a taxi from school to Sheng's house, saying that he came to ask Sheng Yue to help with homework, but when he got home, he crossed his legs and asked Song Qiucheng to take out his mobile phone to play games together.

The game Song Qiucheng played was neither technical nor required. The task was as simple as parkour, and you could just move your fingers.He knew that many people don't play this kind of game anymore, so he was a little surprised that Ye Chuyu would like it.

He took out two bottles of Yakult from the refrigerator, one for each person, and Aunt Zhang brought some fruits and snacks for them to eat. Ye Chuyu ate half of the mille-feuille cake made by Aunt Zhang, and said that she wanted to eat mixed sauce noodles. Just go and make it for her.

"Have you finished your homework?"

Song Qiucheng is an older brother, and he doesn't want to delay her homework by playing games with her.Ye Chuyu was about to take the college entrance examination, and Song Qiucheng remembered that Song Qiunian was very busy at this time before, and he rarely met him during the second semester of the third year of high school.He seldom went home after high school, and even spent most of the winter and summer vacations outside, because Song Yihe wanted to cultivate his independent ability, so he asked him to buy a small apartment near the school early on, so that it was convenient for him to go up and down. study.

Song Qiucheng went to play once, when he was in the second semester of his third year of high school.Song Qiunian didn't go back for more than a month, so he kept arguing at home thinking about his brother, wanting him, lying on the bed looking through the family photo album and crying helplessly, and said that making phone calls would affect his brother's study, so he didn't let his family call to convey it for him.

Tang Xunshuang couldn't see her younger son's tears, so she secretly told Song Qiunian, asking if he could come back some time on the weekend and play with Song Qiucheng for a day.

Song Qiunian was still preparing his application for studying abroad and reviewing for the college entrance examination. Big and small things piled up together, and it was hard not to make the teenager feel tired, but he immediately promised to go back to accompany his brother.

Tang Xunshuang told Song Qiucheng the good news, and Song Qiucheng made another fuss, crying and asked if someone told his brother, otherwise why didn't he tell himself first when he came back.

Song Qiunian worked really hard. He was asked to take various classes when he was at home, but he still worked so hard when he lived outside. Why did he have to be so tired? Song Qiucheng couldn't figure it out.

They had no choice but to lie to him, saying that they hadn't reported him, and that Song Qiunian wanted to come back because he missed him too.Song Qiucheng sat on the bed and gradually stopped crying, and Tang Xunshuang heaved a sigh of relief.

She was so anxious that she was about to sweat, she was afraid that Song Qiucheng would cry in a panic.When Song Qiucheng was young, his health was much worse than it is now. He could get heatstroke four or five times in one summer. He didn’t know whether the sun outside was forty degrees every day or what. I have a memory, and I have to run outside after waking up, completely unaware of how precious life is.

Song Qiucheng decided to find his brother by himself, instead of him having to travel back and forth in the car.So after waiting until Friday, Song Yihe and Tang Xunshuang drove him there.

The family had a meal together at night and stayed in Song Qiunian's apartment for one night. Song Qiucheng slept next to Song Qiunian at night, and the two brothers talked in the middle of the night before closing their eyes.The next day Song Qiucheng refused to leave, and stayed there to play for four or five days. During the day, Song Qiunian went to study and he waited for him in the apartment. When he came back at night, he would pick him up downstairs. , Maybe he will play for a few more days.

Song Qiucheng had seen Song Qiunian's homework piled up in piles, more than his tutoring lessons, so he couldn't help worrying about Ye Chuyu.

Ye Chuyu replied, "I'll write tonight."

"If it's too much, let's just write it now?"

"What's the hurry, I'll write it tonight, I can finish it."

Ye Chuyu's grades are not bad, stable in the three or four hundred in the grade, if the college entrance examination is performed normally, it is no problem to choose an ordinary one or a good two.She doesn't have high demands on herself. Although her parents often ask her about her studies, she always listens to her. Knowing that they didn't really want her to learn well, they greeted her like a routine check. It's just a sentence, I feel that I have cared about my child's learning situation, and if I have done my duty, my child will be able to do well in the exam.

She doesn't like being forced to do things. She feels that she has done her best by actively studying and reading to this level. She is very satisfied with the current learning situation, so naturally she has to wait until she wants to write homework.

"I haven't eaten noodles yet, I can already smell the aroma." Ye Chuyu sniffed the smell, seeing that Song Qiucheng was more worried than her mother, she thought it was a bit funny: "Is there anyone like you? If you don’t let people eat, let them do their homework.”

Song Qiucheng opened his mouth suspiciously and asked, "Didn't you have breakfast?"

"Eat, but already digested."

Ye Chuyu found that ever since she realized that Song Qiucheng was not the "fool" she thought, he was not as unpleasant as before.But even so, she would not easily accept Song Qiucheng as her brother's husband.

Song Qiucheng thought for a while, then asked her tentatively, "Then... write after eating?"

Ye Chuyu became a little impatient: "Haven't I not eaten yet?"

Song Qiucheng groaned.

She couldn't help but add another sentence: "Why do you care more about me than my brother?"

Song Qiucheng said in a low voice, "Because your brother asked me to take care of you..."

Before entering the study, Sheng Yue talked to the two of them separately. One told them not to be playful, and the other told him not to be playful. He went in and had a meeting and then came out.

Ye Chuyu glanced at his face, surprised how he could look so wronged in a few seconds, like someone bullied him.Who bullied?Ye Chuyu didn't admit it, and she didn't want Sheng Yue to come down and misunderstand her.After coughing dryly, she said, "It seems that there are quite a lot of homework. I'd better do two sets of questions after eating noodles."

Song Qiucheng blinked and smiled at her.

After Ye Chuyu finished eating, she went upstairs with her schoolbag on her back, and Song Qiucheng followed her. She returned to her previous room, where everything was kept as it was, and someone cleaned it regularly.

Seeing that she ignored him, Song Qiucheng also went back to his room. He saw a video on the Internet teaching how to make roses with paper. He tore off a piece of paper he didn't need, and sat quietly on the carpet to learn.

More than half an hour later, Sheng Yue saw Song Qiucheng staring blankly at the piles of paper on the carpet. He entered the door, closed the door gently with his backhand, and asked him what he was doing.

Song Qiucheng said, "I'm folding roses."

Sheng Yue looked at it and asked with a smile, "Where are the flowers?"

"It didn't come out." He was a little distressed: "I folded it so strangely, it didn't look like other people's."

"Who folded it? Show me?"

Song Qiucheng held up the tablet for him to see.

"A rose like this."

Song Qiucheng nodded.

"I will fold."

"really?"

Sheng Yue pulled him up and sat on the chair, and said: "Really," he took out a piece of paper that Song Qiucheng tore off from the table, folded it in half a few times, and explained to Song Qiucheng: "When Chuyu was in junior high school, there was a One manual homework is to fold roses, and I watch videos at home to learn, and when she learns it, I will learn it too."

"Will you learn it as soon as you learn it?"

"I read it several times."

Song Qiucheng calmed down a little, and concentrated on watching Sheng Yue deal with the piece of paper with ease and familiarity.

Unexpectedly, he folded it again and it didn't take shape, and it didn't look like a rose. He put it in his hand and looked at it for a few seconds, then fell into a brief silence.

Song Qiucheng hurriedly said: "You fold better than me!"

Sheng Yue took it apart and opened it, saying, "I'll fold it again."

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