After the Xueba character was exposed

The steaming heat swirled in the kitchen, and Jian Yao regretted it as soon as he finished speaking.

Jiang Zhao was only doing it to make money, so why refuse the job because of him.

What qualifications does he have to ask Jiang Zhao.

"Okay, let's eat."

Jian Yao turned off the fire, picked up the pot and walked towards the living room, put it on the table and went to the refrigerator to get a pot of Weizui.

The heat from the kitchen spread to the living room, and the small space was a bit stuffy. Jian Yao turned on the fan before sitting back, and looked at Jiang Zhao with his head propped up: "How is it? It's much better than your pancake."

He felt that Jiang Zhao's head wanted to be buried in the pot, and it took him a long time to hear him squeeze out from his throat: "En."

Jian Yao smiled, watched Jiang Zhao bury his head in eating for a while, pushed the sauce next to him, and tapped the bottle twice.

Jiang Zhao finally got his head out of the pot.

He remembered that Jian Yao didn't seem to have eaten, but at this moment he was sitting here holding a can of wine and looking at him with a smirk, so he asked, "What do you eat?"

"Eat on the way home later." Jian Yao said.

Jiang Zhao looked at him for a while, then continued to eat noodles in silence.

Jian Yao belatedly realized what Jiang Zhao meant when he looked at him.

He came here just to find Jiang Zhao for dinner, but now he is sitting at someone's house with nothing to do, and anyone would think that this person is sick.

And also said that kind of willful words.

Although Jian Yao cut off his back after saying that and took the topic away, he was still so embarrassed that his back was itchy.

Now that he was talking about "going home" without paying attention, Jian Yao shut his mouth knowingly, and turned the jar in his hand to appreciate it in 360 degrees.

He stared at the mouth of the jar in a daze, and suddenly heard Jiang Zhao say: "Song Yang is your younger brother?"

Jian Yao subconsciously stiffened his lower back, pinched the body of the can with his fingers, and responded, "Ah."

After answering, he slowly retracted, scratching the picture on the jar with his thumb.

"Don't you think it's strange? My brother's surname is Song, and my surname is Jian." Jian Yao said.

Jiang Zhao was silent again.

Some words are like a door switch, once spoken, as if the switch is pushed down, the suppressed emotions behind the door will overflow crazily.

Jian Yao suddenly realized that some things don't exist if you don't think about them, but you just keep hoarding them in your heart. Now you hoard too much, and there is no room to accumulate more.

He knew why he came to Jiang Zhao.

It's not to tell Jiang Zhao not to accept this tutor.

He just wanted to find someone to talk to.

"Every time you said you were a little curious, I wondered if you would ask me why I pretended to have poor grades on purpose." Jian Yao said, "Now I feel that you are not curious about anything. My brother has a different surname than mine. Don't you find it strange?"

Jiang Zhao pursed his lips, picked up the noodles and pressed them into the soup, paused for a while before saying, "My family is also divorced, it's not surprising to get divorced and remarried."

Jian Yao was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Jiang Zhao, Jiang Zhao's expression was normal, as if he had just said something ordinary.

"My mother is not divorced and remarried." Jian Yao said softly.

He retracted his gaze, leaned forward, folded his arms around the wine jar, and looked at the upside-down water glass in the middle of the table.

Jian Yao said: "She never married my father."

For a long time after Jian Yao could remember, he had no concept of parents, because he had never seen them.

He was taken by his grandparents since he was a child, and he never thought about where he came from, nor did he know the difference between his grandparents and his parents except for the difference in pronunciation.

Until kindergarten, the teacher asked them to draw their favorite people, Yi Shui'er's paintings are all "favorite parents", only he is grandpa and grandma.

He felt something was wrong, but he didn't feel anything.

Grandpa and grandma are so kind to him, he doesn't need any parents at all.

Later he went to elementary school, the school was far away from home, and the public transportation was inconvenient. It happened that the neighbor’s children were in the same school as him, so the two families called the other family to share a car, and the parents of the three sides took turns to pick up the car.

That day was the last day of the semester, and it was a holiday after receiving the report card. It was the neighbor's Granny Wang's turn to follow the car, and another girl's parent also came, squeezing her daughter in the car.

The parent chatted with Granny Wang one after another. Hearing that Jian Yao got full marks this time, he praised: "How is Jian Yao studying so well? How did your parents teach at home?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Jian Yao turned around and said with a smile, "I live with my grandparents."

This is what his grandma taught him. If someone asks him, he will live with his grandparents. If he is asked where his parents have gone, he will say that he has gone to work far away.

He didn't hear the parent ask the latter sentence, but he heard the whispering words that Granny Wang said to the parent.

Perhaps it was because his ears were so good that he could hear Granny Wang's whispers clearly.

"This child is also miserable. His father died in a car accident, and his mother didn't even know who it was."

"That Jian Feng used to love fooling around, and his girlfriend wanted to change it every day. Who knows what kind it is, he died for two or three months, someone suddenly sent this child over, saying that it was Jian Feng's, and then he did it. It's really true after the paternity test, so it can't be kept as a baby."

"At that time, he was only a little bit old, and he was not even full moon. I happened to see it when I came back from shopping for vegetables. The grandparents were crying...I feel uncomfortable thinking about it now."

The parent who was listening seemed to have noticed Jian Yao, looked in the rearview mirror, and then pushed Granny Wang: "Stop talking, the kid is listening."

"It's okay, what a child can understand." Granny Wang said casually, and went to chat with her granddaughter after she finished speaking.

Jian Yao understood the meaning of every sentence, but he didn't know how to react when it came to him.

He felt that he might not understand, so he went home that day and asked his grandma.

He doesn't remember what grandma told him, but he just remembered that he suddenly missed his parents and cried for a long time. Later, he never carpooled with Grandma Wang's family.

Later, when he grew up, he would no longer cry because he missed his parents, or even think about them.

His growth seems to be no different from others, even better than many others. He often hears his classmates complaining about how annoying his parents are and nagging, how tired he is from quarreling with his family every day-he has none of these troubles.

He and his grandparents understand each other and accommodate each other, and they haven't had a quarrel in such a long time.

He didn't think parents were necessary, but when Li Jiao first appeared, he still had many beautiful fantasies, but the fantasies quickly faded away.

He still remembered that he accidentally heard Li Jiao talking to Song Mingqiang that day. Li Jiao said that giving birth to him was just an accident, because at that time there was no money to have an abortion, and her physical condition did not allow it.

He used to naively thought that family affection was a very wonderful thing, and relying on blood to maintain it was the best way to materialize emotions.

So much so that he almost forgot that he was the one who was discarded in the first place.

"During my senior high school entrance examination, my grandma was very ill, and my mother had to arrange a lot of things." Jian Yao unknowingly drank half a can of wine, and his eyes were foggy.

He smiled slightly, and continued, "Then she made an excuse to ask my grandma to help change the house, enroll Song Yang in a cram school with the money she gave me, and urged my grandma to write the will quickly."

During that time, Jian Yao was in a daze, and the most relaxing summer vacation became long and hard. Fortunately, his grandma was fine and was discharged from the hospital a month later. He thought that his life could return to the original track, but in fact everything changed.

Grandma said that she was old and could no longer take care of him like before. Fortunately, now that Li Jiao was here, she could rest assured.

But he doesn't need Li Jiao at all, he can take care of himself and grandma.

But he was too young, and grandma didn't even give him a chance to try.

He could only think of a way to keep Li Jiao away from his own life. He knew that Li Jiao was vain, so he didn't give her a chance to be vain, and deliberately failed the exam, so bad that Li Jiao didn't want to admit that this was her child. I don't want to spend any energy on him.

"Do you think I'm such an idiot?" Jian Yao drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, and easily squeezed the jar in his hand, "But it works, my mother doesn't interfere with my school life at all now , even the teacher is very tolerant, and basically doesn’t care about anything that violates discipline.”

After he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, and quickly explained: "I'm not recommending this to you, it's a bad idea...Anyway, just don't think I'm an idiot."

The words held in his heart finally came out. Although many details were omitted, Jian Yao still felt relaxed.

The suffocation in the room finally dissipated, Jian Yao straightened his long legs, leaned on the back of the chair and threw the empty can into the trash can, and then told Jiang Zhao about the small shabby house.

Jiang Zhao is a very good person to talk to. He doesn't interrupt, doesn't comment, and doesn't make unnecessary questions. It's almost like a human tree hole.After talking about the broken house, he finally opened his golden mouth, the first sentence after so long.

Jiang Zhao said, "Then don't pay less rent."

Jian Yao: "..."

How does he look like someone who steals money by selling misery.

Jian Yao felt that he might have confided too much, and Jiang Zhao took the joke of complaining seriously.

The two of them are now like bargaining in the night market, but both of them have poor skills, so every sentence is very embarrassing.

No matter how you say it, it feels strange, and in the end Jian Yao didn't bother to reason, and directly showed the landlord's demeanor: "Eight hundred is eight hundred, I am the landlord and I have the final say."

Jiang Zhaodao: "Your grandma is the landlord, and you only pay for living expenses."

"..." If you want to reduce the rent, you can't let it go, right?

Jian Yao felt that one head and two were big, and he questioned why he had to tell the house about the house, and said: "Anyway, I don't want it, you can figure it out."

After all, he stood up and prepared to retreat early.

Anyway, he is the one who collects the money, and if he refuses to accept it, people can still chase him to give the money.

...But this person is Jiang Zhao, maybe he can really do such a ghostly thing.

He has a headache, the rent has been lowered for no reason, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a charity.

He is not happy to change him.

You have to figure out why.

Jian Yao was about to go back and think about it, when he walked to the door, a thought flashed through his mind.

He was still holding the doorknob, turned his head to look at Jiang Zhao, hesitated for a while, and asked, "How about we rent together?"