Yizhi

Song Yezhi recently became interested in mathematics. Zhao Huanyu taught him to convert functions into graphics. The idea of ​​combining numbers and shapes gave him a sense of accomplishment in deciphering, and then used the sense of accomplishment to build motivation for learning.

Song Yingjun was fiddling with the fishing rod and said, "You really don't want to go with me?"

"Really." Song Yezhi glanced at the swaying trees outside the window, turned his head down to turn the pages of the math book, and said, "It's windy, so don't go."

"Grandpa Yi and I are fishing, and you can follow along to paint. Don't stay at home all day, you're going to be stupid."

Song Yezhi thought, it doesn't look very smart to sit next to the two grandfathers to draw in the cold.

"I don't have painting tools, I didn't bring the previous ones."

Speaking of this, Song Yingjun remembered something: "I heard from your grandfather Yi that my sister-in-law is going to give you a set of painting tools."

My sister was talking about Yi Jin, and I couldn't read the book anymore. Song Yezhi lay limply on the table, and the silver bracelet on his wrist jingled on the wooden table.He sighed: "Again, I haven't returned my uncle's gift last time."

Song Yingjun got everything ready and was about to go out. He said, "Just take it as soon as you send it off. That's because someone loves you. Are you trying to return the gift?"

As soon as the door was closed, people left.

Song Yezhi knew that his grandfather thought he was unfamiliar with Yi's family, but this was too much for the old man to worry about.The thin nails scratched along the lines of the silver bracelet, passed the blue blood vessels, and then went up to the lines of the linen shirt.

What he was thinking about was, people love me, so how should I hurt me back?

Thinking about things in my mind, the pen unconsciously draws lines on the paper, the lines unconsciously form a surface, and the surface is unconsciously three-dimensional, gradually showing the outline of a human figure.Song Yezhi stopped writing in time, and began to draw the images of sine and cosine functions on the pile of lines.

The cosine function put down the pen before the end, Song Yezhi peeled off a piece of chocolate and chewed it, then went to the bedroom to pick up the book.

A collection of Li Bai, a collection of Sagan, and a book of poetry.The pages are stretched but yellowed, the spine clean but soft.All three are old books, neatly lying in the drawer.

Song Yezhi rolled the chocolate from the tip of his tongue to the bottom of his teeth and crushed it, the rich aroma filled his mouth and nose in an instant.He found an empty hard box, and the books in the drawer were moved into the box intact.Then he squatted in front of the suitcase for a while, and decided to put the last bag of chocolates in the box.

"Come here, help me stir this up."

Yi Jin has two days off to bake at home.Yi Qingwei asked if he could refuse his hobbies and hobbies.

Yi Jin: "You don't have to eat."

Yi Qingwei walked over and asked, "How long?"

Yi Jin was making the cream by himself, without raising his eyes, and stopped Yi Qingwei: "Wash your hands, apron, until I say stop."

Picking out a not-so-pink apron, Yi Qingwei tied it up calmly, and began to stir skillfully.

"Did you remember to add salt this time?"

Yi Jin: "... Help me add some."

Yi Qingwei smiled and put two spoonfuls.

Yi Jin stopped, paused for two seconds, and asked, "Is there someone knocking on the door?"

Yi Qingwei put down the mixer and went to open the door. He thought it was Aunt Li who came back from grocery shopping, but he didn't expect it to be Song Yezhi, wearing a hat, scarf and mask. He recognized him only by his eyes, holding a big box in his arms.

He pulled the man in, took the heavy box and schoolbag, then covered his hands, and asked, "What are you holding here? Are you wearing a scarf and no gloves?"

"Forgot." Song Yezhi stared at his grass-green apron and asked, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

"Help your sister-in-law make puffs."

After Yi Jin's cream was mixed, he began to stir and leaned out half of his body from the kitchen.

"Xiaoye? Why are you here? Is it cold outside?"

Song Yezhi took off his down jacket, brushed off a little snow, and said, "It's not cold, but there is light snow." He looked at the novelty, and took a look, "Sister-in-law, do you want me to help?"

"It's almost over, just wait and eat." Yi Jin switched hands to stir, "Did Uncle Song go fishing with my dad?"

Song Yezhi nodded: "I'm bored at home, so I sent him the book that my uncle left behind."

"Why is he still writing with you?"

"My uncle forgot to bring it back when he lived in the past."

"Oh... I lived there for a while."

Yi Qingwei was unpacking the box there, and laughed out loud when he was done, holding up the box to find someone, holding up the bag of chocolates and asking: "Return the book as soon as it is returned, what is this?"

Song Yezhi: "It's specially brought back from abroad. It's delicious." After giving it all away, he asked in vain, "Do you like chocolate?"

Yi Qingwei: "It's okay, I'm not greedy."

Song Yezhi: "Then you try this, you will like it after you try it."

Yi Jin's left hand started to become acidic, and his right hand was still sore, so he had no other hand to change, so he called someone: "Yi Qingwei, come here."

Yi Qingwei's hand froze in mid-air as he tried to untie the apron, and turned to peel off the chocolate wrapper, stuffed one into his mouth, and took the blender obediently.Yi Jin had flour on his hands, and Song Yezhi immediately peeled one for Yi Jin.

Seen by Yi Qingwei, the coolie said: "I want one more."

Song Yezhi likes to eat chocolate very much, and he has never delivered it to his mouth so frequently. Isn't it greedy to eat this way?

Song Yezhi sent one to his mouth, curled up his index finger, carefully avoiding his lips.

"Is it delicious?"

He asked, leaning over, his eyes sparkling.

"good."

Yi Qingwei lowered his head, unable to see.

Yi Jin's hand was free, and he opened the lid of the box, and the chocolate bag stood safely on a small stack of books.She recognized a string of English words on the bag and said: "When Xiaowei was still in high school, the little girl gave him this as a gift. It was a book plus chocolate, even the brand of chocolate was the same. But Xiaoye's set is missing. A pen, the pen that the girl gave..."

Yi Qingwei wondered: "How many years, how do you remember so clearly?"

Yi Jin: "The first time you brought a gift home, of course I remember."

"You remember correctly, I never use a pen."

"Really? Then I don't know. Anyway, at that time, Xiao Ye, you didn't know, your uncle..."

"Okay, okay, sister, sister, stop and stop."

Yi Qingwei's memory is not as good as her sister's. She can't remember which girl, which book, or where the pen went. She just thinks about messing around for another 2 minutes and it's over.

Yi Jin packed the cream and said, "Pour the flour into this, bake it for 30 minutes as I taught you last time, and then add cream."

After finishing speaking, he walked out, but was stopped by Yi Qingwei: "Hey, why are you going?"

"Take a shower and then put on makeup." Yi Jin turned back, "Only half of the finished product is allowed to be eaten, and I will take the rest away."

Looks like she's going on a date.

Only then did Yi Qingwei realize that baking on rest days is not a hobby, but the power of love.Looking at Song Yezhi in a blink of an eye, he was standing at the door of the kitchen staring at the schoolbag on the shelf, frowning.

"What's the matter, are you unhappy with your schoolbag?"

"Uncle..." Song Yezhi sighed faintly.

Yi Qingwei held his breath and waited: "Huh?"

"do you need my help?"

Yi Qingwei: "..."

"Come on." Yi Qingwei handed him the piping bag in his hand, "It's very simple."

Song Yezhi held the bag tightly and observed the mounting mouth: "Hmm..."

He didn't know how stiff his posture in holding the piping bag was, like a carrot that had just been pulled out of the soil and didn't know where to put his mouth.

"I'll take you with me." Yi Qingwei said.

"The mounting mouth is the silver one, facing down." Yi Qingwei leaned over and stood behind him.They put their right hands on top of each other, big hands holding small hands.He tightens, he is forced to tighten, he relaxes, he is forced to relax, he moves, he is forced to move.

Song Yezhi never experienced being taught to write by hand when he was in school. He only saw the teacher teaching his classmates in this way.He was young at the time, but he vaguely felt that this method was not good, and the handwriting he wrote was not top-notch, nor was it sloppy, not up and down, and soulless.

However, perhaps baking and writing cannot be compared.After all, the puffs under hand at this time, one or two shapes are perfect.

"Hey!" Yi Qingwei let out a short cry, his left hand went around Song Yezhi's waist from behind, and pressed against the sliding tray.Song Yezhi followed his movements, staggered a step, and was trapped in time.

Yi Qingwei retracted the arm holding the tray, and Yi Qingwei hugged Ren Xuxu in his arms, lest he would be knocked down by his actions.

With his back close to his chest, Song Yezhi could even feel his heartbeat, it was just a short, very short, overlapping with his own.

"It's so dangerous, I was almost going to be beaten." Yi Qingwei let go of him, and let go of both hands.

Song Yezhi also heaved a sigh of relief: "It's so dangerous."

I don't know where his danger lies.

Yi Qingwei said: "It's really simple, just do more, and I'll leave it to you."

Song Yezhi: "Yes."

Under Yi Qingwei's guidance, Song Yezhi put the puffs safely into the oven, squeezed the cream into the puffs after they came out of the box, and you're done.Yi Jin calls Yi Qingwei, and Yi Qingwei calls Song Yezhi. Not only is he not guilty, but he is also very pleased that there are successors.

Yi Qingwei picked the best-looking one, and grabbed the ugliest one from Song Yezhi's hand: "Eat this."

Song Yezhi reminded him: "Give the good-looking ones to my sister-in-law."

Yi Qingwei didn't care about those, and passed some forward: "Eat this."

Song Yezhi wanted to say something, but he couldn't, Yi Qingwei pinched his chin and stuffed the puff into his mouth.The mouth is small, and only half of it can be eaten.

"How does it taste?" he asked.

Yi Qingwei didn't take his hand away, but Song Yezhi replied inarticulately: "Let go first... let me eat..."

He also wanted to let go, but this Song Yezhi was too cute, his steady and cool temperament was gone, and he became like a seven or eight year old child who was holding on to his cuff.Yi Qingwei pinched the person's chin with his left hand, and took the puff that Song Yezhi was biting into with his right hand. The half that was exposed was removed, and the cream inside was used to paste Song Yezhi's chin, and he ran away after finishing it.

Song Yezhi wanted to call him by his first name, but he didn't dare, so he called, "Uncle!"

There is no momentum at all.

Yi Qingwei laughed even more on the ladder.

Song Yezhi strode over, Yi Qingwei stopped running, sat on the steps, clutched his stomach and said, "I won't mess with you next time."Seeing that Song Yezhi was walking non-stop, he approached him, and he immediately ate the half of the puffs into his mouth, spread his hands and expressed his surrender.

It was sucked by himself, and his chin was glued, Song Yezhi was stunned, what kind of surrender is this.

"..." Song Yezhi couldn't find anything to say, "I disagree with my jaw."

Yi Qingwei had long hands and long feet, and Song Yezhi was a few steps shorter than him. When he sat down, he stretched out his hand and wiped his chin, and more than half of the cream was transferred to his hand.

"Tell me, where did you confuse me?"

Song Yezhi's mind was not clear: "Eat it, it's a waste."

Yi Qingwei: "..."

Before he could stand up, Song Yezhi turned and ran.The poor child became the attacked party in a daze, and was suppressed by Yi Qingwei.After running for a few rounds, the whole face was covered with cream.

After Yi Jin dressed up, she came out of the room and saw the mess from the kitchen to the living room, so she asked them if their combined ages made them adults.Looking into the kitchen, half of the puffs in the tray were neat and intact, while the other half was a mess.

She didn't know whether to praise or scold.

When Yi Jin was about to go out with a pastry box tied with a bow, Song Yezhi was sitting at the dining table, and Yi Qingwei stared at him swallowing the cream.