You have a bamboo horse waiting to be checked

Of course, the last two people didn't really go to make a statement. Qi Zhongshan, who had been watching all the time, had no time to move, and met Ling Yichen who had just turned around and was about to leave.

Qi Zhongshan was a little at a loss, but he didn't run away, just raised his head and looked at Ling Yichen.

Ling Yichen squatted down and looked at the seemingly indifferent child in front of him with great interest, and finally stared at Qi Zhongshan a little uneasy, his little hands were tightly clutching the cuffs, but his feet still did not move.

"It's okay. This kid is very good. My grandma used to like him. He listened to everything the old man said and was patient." Qi Ming smiled and grabbed a handful from the bamboo basket hanging by the door. Candy was handed to Qi Zhongshan and rubbed on his head, "Let's play."

Qi Chongshan was a little nervous at first, thinking that he had overheard a "conversation between adults" that he shouldn't have heard, but instead of being angry, the two "adults" gave him candy, and didn't tell him not to imitate others.

With a sigh of relief, he put the candy in his pocket, turned and went downstairs.

Ling Yichen's voice came from far behind: "It's good, Yifeng will have a playmate in the future."

Qi Ming didn't know what to say, and closed the door behind him.

Qi Zhongshan looked back.

Yifeng?

He didn't think much about it, and quickly put the name behind him.

----

The first day Ling Yifeng came was also a weekend.

Before the train arrived, Ling Yichen looked out the window, closed the book in his hand, and turned his head to look at his younger brother: "Where is this?"

Ling Yifeng looked down at the train ticket in his hand: "Brother Qi Ming's house."

"What does Brother Qi Ming do?"

"A painter." Ling Yifeng tilted his head and thought for a while, "People here call him a little painter."

"Okay." Ling Yichen sighed and rubbed his younger brother's hair, "Remember everything, don't forget. Oh, by the way, what should I do if I get lost?"

"Stay where you are, and if you can't wait for anyone, go to a nearby shop and ask an adult to make a call." Ling Yifeng recited the phone number, looked up at him worriedly, and asked very seriously, "Brother, how about that?" What if someone kidnaps me?"

"You just say that my brother said it, tear up the ticket, this kid is too stupid." Ling Yichen wanted to laugh, "What are you thinking, you are still kidnapping, with your brother Qi Ming here, don't worry. For you, Qi Ming Brother Ming is the same as me, you know?"

Ling Yifeng actually didn't know, but he nodded obediently.

Ling Yichen got off the train with the child, transferred to the bus, and took a taxi after arriving at the station. He woke up his drowsy brother at the gate of the community, and then started to carry the big bags and small bags to Qi Ming's house.

Ling Yifeng was not idle, rubbed his eyes, and followed behind with a small suitcase.It's just that the box is obviously not light, and Ling Yichen didn't intend to do it for him, and he didn't deliberately slow down his pace. At most, he stopped from time to time, looking back to see if his brother was still following.As a result, he had to drag and run to barely keep up with his brother.

"Oh Yichen, slow down too, this little treasure behind can't keep up with the team!"

There were some old people who could still recognize Ling Yichen kindly said a few more words, but Ling Yichen just stopped and greeted the old people with a smile.No need to remind, Ling Yifeng immediately followed suit and said hello, taking advantage of the gap when his brother stopped for a while, and rushed forward.

"Hello Auntie."

"Hello Auntie!"

When the two went upstairs, they happened to meet Xu Li who was going downstairs. Xu Li was obviously taken aback when she heard the greetings from the two, but she immediately responded, "Hey, good."

But soon Xu Li recognized Ling Yichen who was carrying something, but she couldn't remember his name after a long time, so she could only smile to make up for the embarrassment she was stunned just now: "You are so tall, this is you... ..."

She passed Ling Yichen and looked back, only to see a child with a mushroom head following behind, with fair skin and bright eyes, who was panting heavily at this time, his little face was flushed, and seeing that he was a little bit nervous when he looked over. Smiling embarrassedly, two small dimples formed at the corners of her mouth, which was really pretty, but for a moment Xu Li didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl, and she was a bit embarrassed about addressing it.

"My brother, it's the first time I brought him here as a grown-up, and he just hasn't gone to school yet, so I sent him here to play." Ling Yichen stopped and put his luggage down, explaining why Xu Li didn't know Ling Yifeng.

"Your brother? Oh, this little face looks so cute," Xu Li couldn't help stretching out her hand to straighten the sweaty bangs on Ling Yifeng's forehead, and stepped aside, "Hurry up, do you want Auntie to help?"

"No, no, thank you, Auntie." Ling Yichen said and had already picked up his luggage again.

"Thank you, Auntie!" Ling Yifeng hurriedly dragged the box up and shouted.

The houses in this area are all of the same type, with two bedrooms, two living rooms, a kitchen and a bathroom, and a cubicle leading to a balcony.The compartment is usually used as a study room for children, but Qi Ming's place is a studio.The two bedrooms are very close to the main door, and they happen to be opposite to each other. Qi Ming lives in the big master bedroom, and there is a computer and board for him to draw in it. The small one happens to be vacant for Ling Yifeng. Although the room is not big, But fortunately, Ling Yifeng doesn't have any homework now, and he doesn't need a desk, so he can live there.

At this moment, Qi Ming was leaning against the door with half of the fritters in his mouth, looking at the sweating Ling Yifeng with some surprise, and asked in a vague voice: "You are not afraid of him catching a cold, you are sweating all over from running."

"He's tough." Ling Yichen understood, and replied while changing his slippers.

Qi Ming looked at Ling Yichen: "Is this how you take care of children?"

"Then teach him how to make hot water later, and let him take a bath by himself." Ling Yichen said without looking back as he was busy packing his luggage after changing his shoes.

"You really don't have to worry about it." Qi Ming took the box from Ling Yifeng's hand, and led in the child who was a little at a loss because he didn't have his brother to guide him.

"Hello, brother!" Ling Yifeng raised his head and shouted loudly as soon as he stepped through the door.

"Okay." Qi Ming just replied casually, his eyes still rolling around Ling Yichen.

"Don't take care of him too much. If you take care of him too well, I will cause trouble in the future." Ling Yichen turned around and took the box from Qi Ming's hand. Can a child be the same, he has to take care of himself, the more sensible and self-reliant he is, the better."

Qi Ming was choked, so he could only skip the topic, bent down and teased Ling Yifeng: "Do you remember me?"

Ling Yifeng looked up at him: "Remember, Brother Qi Ming."

Ling Yichen was also laughing: "I reviewed it several times before I came here, how can it be so easy to forget."

Qi Ming stretched out his hand and rubbed the child's head: "It's good, I thought all children have goldfish brains."

Saved the trouble of getting close, Qi Ming straightened up and helped Ling Yichen pack his things while asking, "I forgot, how old is this kid?"

"Three years old!" Before Ling Yichen could make a sound, Ling Yifeng raised his head and answered loudly first.

Qi Ming was taken aback: "Three years old?"

The Ling Yifeng in front of him is not even up to his thighs, so he might really believe someone else's child insisting that he is three years old.But the child in front of him grew up under his own watch, so it is impossible for him to be three years old.

"Don't listen to him, four and a half years old, you can tell others that you are five years old, this kid can't count, he always thinks he is three years old." Ling Yichen was obviously a little helpless, "I don't know what's going on with him."

"Father said it." The child was quite serious.

"Baby, can we learn to count?" Ling Yichen bent down and pinched his younger brother's face, a little dumbfounded, "He said that you were three years old on your birthday last year, so you can remember this sentence for almost two years. forget?"

Then he got up and turned to Qi Ming: "This kid has a good memory and can recognize a lot of words, but he can't count clearly. Don't talk about abacus and mental arithmetic, he can't count even if he breaks his fingers. I really don't know who he looks like." .”

"Like me, when I was a child..." Qi Ming followed casually habitually. Seeing Ling Yifeng staring at him hard, he realized the phrase he used to joke "Why is Yifeng like my younger brother?" "It has become a prophecy, and I immediately said half of a sentence, but I couldn't continue.

The atmosphere was strangely stalemate for a while.

"Okay, I'll put the luggage, you can take him to take a shower." Ling Yichen rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "I'll leave after putting the luggage, I haven't finished my homework yet."

"You really don't look like a person with homework. Whose second-year high school students run around like you." Qi Ming sighed, "Aren't you going to stay for lunch before leaving?"

"It's too late, let's eat on the way. I deliberately dragged Yifeng up early, because the two sides are too far apart, and I'm afraid I won't be able to make it back at night." Ling Yichen said, taking out a hard-shell notebook from the luggage and handing it to Qi Ming, "Remember something here. I wrote all Yifeng's drug allergies and so on. I guess you don't remember it after I told you. You can read it when you have time. I live on campus now. Title page Your phone number is that of my dormitory building, if you have anything to do, call me at this number, and I'll call back when I'm free."

"Okay." Qi Ming took the notebook and patted it in the palm of his hand. For some reason, he felt a little mixed.