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Ye Ya stared blankly at the bright window opposite.

homesick?

Family?

His mind was full of this word, buzzing around like a swarm of mosquitoes, disturbing his thoughts, Ye Ya was silent and did not answer for a while.

On the other end of the call, Ji Huaiyuan asked again: "Still not used to it?"

Homesick or not used to it?

Ye Ya was even more confused, he didn't know which one it was.

The mosquitoes in my head flew away, leaving behind a pair of weights. On the left is "homesickness", and on the right is "unaccustomed", swinging left and right, and after a while, the weights stopped, and the left side won .

Ye Ya replied softly, "I miss home."

There was a pause of two seconds, and Ji Huaiyuan said, "Shall I come to see you tomorrow?"

"No need, no need," Ye Ya quickly refused. He kept staring at the window, feeling that the light was not as cold as before. He turned around to face the door of the dormitory, and whispered, "Don't come to see me, I'm not a child."

When Ji Huaiyuan heard the child argue that he had grown up, he felt inexplicably wanting to laugh. His low laughter created ripples in the quiet and lonely night. He said lightly, "Only fifteen."

"I'm going to be sixteen." Ye Ya retorted, "Sixteen years old, and I'm seventeen years old."

Ji Huaiyuan followed his wishes and sneered mercilessly: "I'm only in the third year of middle school when I'm 17."

"..."

Ye Ya stared for a while, then retracted her words depressedly, "I'm only fifteen."

Ji Huaiyuan seemed to be in a good mood today, his usually cold voice was always accompanied by a slight smile, and he patiently listened to Ye Ya's complaints about how inhumane Yuhua's class was.

Ye Ya's mouth was a little dry after he finished speaking, he couldn't help licking his lips, remembering that he was only talking about himself, and didn't care about Uncle Ji, he retracted his tongue, and his lips had a thin layer of water, "What about you? How was your day?"

Ji Huaiyuan said: "When I came back in the morning, I stopped by the bookstore to have a look. In the afternoon, I went to a private bookseller. In the evening, I was sorting out the bibliography. Now I am taking a break."

"Hey, I didn't ask you to report today's itinerary." Ye Ya twitched the corners of his mouth, looking speechless, and pressed his forehead, "Uncle Ji, what did you eat today?"

Ji Huaiyuan didn't understand why Ye Ya asked such a question, but he still answered, "I ate steamed dumplings at noon and boiled dumplings at night."

Ye Ya: "..."

Sure enough, Uncle Ji still doesn't care about food.

Ye Ya got tired of looking at the door, turned around again, his eyes fell on a certain window casually, saw the bed inside and the occasional figure walking around, he guessed, "You didn't finish the steamed dumplings at noon, In the evening, add some water and boil it into dumplings, shall we continue eating?"

Ji Huaiyuan paused, "You're right."

"Can you have something good?" Ye Ya said helplessly.

Ji Huaiyuan asked back: "Are the dumplings bad?"

"It's not that it's not good, it's just..." Ye Ya thought about the words, "There are so many foods in the refrigerator, why do you only eat dumplings."

"Trouble." Ji Huaiyuan explained.

Ye Ya was speechless again, he rolled his eyes for a while, and made a series of "good, good" compromises on his lips, he was afraid of you and said, "Wait for my holiday, Uncle Ji, I'll cook something delicious for you. Don't let me see you skinny when you go back."

Ji Huaiyuan smiled, he took a sip of tea, gently stroked the teacup with his slender fingers, his eyes fell on the distance outside the window, he said slowly, his voice softened by the watery night, "Ye Ya, it won't take three weeks, There will be a holiday for Mid-Autumn Festival, and your birthday."

Ye Ya returned to the bed, he was lying with his legs crossed, with a smile on his lips unconsciously, cheerful and happy, even the group of roommates in the dormitory who were buried in their books found it much more pleasing to the eye.

The phone rang.

Ye Ya picked it up to look at it, and Ji Huaiyuan transferred him a sum of money, which said "consolation fee for leaving home".

Ye Ya was even happier, and there was also a comfort fee. The moment she saw the number, she was immediately dumbfounded, and after waiting for three seconds, she happily yelled a foul word, "Fuck!"

1000 yuan!

A comfort fee of 1000 yuan!

It's nice to have money!

What a precious family affection!

The phrase "Fuck me" was so powerful that the other five roommates raised their heads and looked at Ye Ya's bed with dissatisfaction, "Hush down."

Ye Ya happily perfunctory, turned over to face the wall, and excitedly typed: "Thank you, Dad!"

Ji Huaiyuan: Why is it called Dad?

Ye Ya: You don't know?It's an unwritten rule on the Internet, whoever sends red envelopes is the father!

Ji Huaiyuan:?Then you said before that you snatched a lot of red envelopes.

Ye Ya was startled.

He understood what Ji Huaiyuan meant, and the hairs all over his body exploded. He immediately refuted, pressing his fingers quickly: They are not my fathers, I don't have so many fathers!They are money-losers.

Ji Huaiyuan looked at the news with smiles on his brows and eyes, and he replied unhurriedly: "Okay, son, go to bed."

Ye Ya's excited mood calmed down a little, he subconsciously looked at the time, seeing that it was getting late, he replied: Good night, Uncle Ji.

Ji Huaiyuan: Have a good dream.

Ye Ya really had a good dream.