Do you understand Euclid today?

Just as Lin Qianshu himself predicted before the exam, his mock exam results were not satisfactory, and he was still short of the passing line.

Jiang Yizhi and he received the scores at the same time. After Lin Qianshu finished reading his score, he casually glanced at his screen, feeling even more complicated.

——Jiang Daxue has not only passed, but also has a high level.

Jiang Yizhi put away the phone calmly, and continued to organize the room: "Mu Mu, give me that book."

Lin Qianshu handed him the book: "You...don't plan to say anything?"

"These are just the scores of the mock exam," Jiang Yizhi said, "there are still more than three months before the official exam."

A lot of things can be changed in more than three months, but Lin Qianshu knew that his love for mathematics would not be included in it.

"Let's talk about it." Lin Qianshu lowered his eyes, put away the rest of the books scattered on the sofa and handed them to Jiang Yizhi.

Today is the second day of the winter vacation. In order to welcome Jiang Yixing who came back from the dormitory, Lin Qianshu and Jiang Yizhi got up early and thoroughly cleaned Lin Qianshu's unused bedroom.

Most of the knots between the two brothers were resolved with the last conversation, Jiang Yixing's thorns softened, and he became less disgusted when Jiang Yizhi invited him to stay, and he reluctantly agreed to live with his brother this winter vacation.

After a busy morning, Jiang Yixing, who was dragging his suitcase, opened the door of his house near noon.Lin Qianshu was so tired that he collapsed on the sofa playing games, and when he heard the movement, he just lazily raised his head and glanced at the door, and said hello to Jiang Yixing: "Here we are."

The wheels of the suitcase rumbled on the floor, Jiang Yixing picked it up and put it next to the cabinet in the entrance: "Yes."

"Your brother is still doing the final inspection in the room." Lin Qianshu raised his hand and pointed to his bedroom, "Go and see what's missing, and go shopping in the afternoon."

Even though he knew that after the two dated, he had already expected that they would live in the same room, but now hearing Lin Qianshu so bluntly pointing him to a room alone, Jiang Yixing still felt a little unreal in the world .He could only respond mechanically, and walked to the door of the bedroom that originally belonged to Lin Qianshu. As expected, he saw Jiang Yizhi rearranging a row of neat books from A to Z next to the desk.

Jiang Yixing took a closer look—good guy, a bunch of study materials.

Jiang Yixing walked into the bedroom, raised his hand to grab two crumbling books from Jiang Yizhi's arms, and said to him a little uncomfortable: "I said that I don't need your help with the study..."

"Well, I didn't help." Jiang Yizhi's expression was sincere and did not seem to be fake, "These were chosen by your brother Qianshu, and they are New Year's gifts for you."

The expression on Jiang Yixing's face immediately became brilliant, and it took a while before he squeezed out a word of thanks from between his teeth: "Then I really want to thank him."

"Thank you in person." Jiang Yizhi didn't intend to thank Lin Qianshu, "It's useless to tell me."

It was close to twelve o'clock after the official tidying up, and the three of them had a makeshift meal of takeaway ordered by Lin Qianshu. Then Jiang Yixing saw Lin Qianshu take out a small travel bag from his brother's bedroom. He took a bag, smiled and waved: "Then I'll go first, you two don't fight at home during the winter vacation."

Jiang Yixing stood up from the stool, his eyes widened in amazement: "You...don't live here?" His mind turned quickly, and he immediately thought of himself, his brows furrowed tightly: "Did I bother you? "

"No, no, it has nothing to do with you, young man, don't think about it," Lin Qianshu hurriedly stopped Jiang Yixing's thoughts from diverging, "The Chinese New Year is coming soon, so I have to go home and do my filial piety?"

"Besides, even if I stay here, you live in a room by yourself and me and your brother, what can you bother us?" Lin Qianshu asked sincerely.

There are too many places that can be disturbed.Jiang Yixing thought.

"Let's go." Lin Qianshu let out a breath, turned around and said goodbye to the two brothers with a smile.

Jiang Yizhi walked to him: "I'll take you back."

"No need." Lin Qianshu glanced at the phone screen, "Ms. Ming and Lao Lin are already waiting for me downstairs."

"Then send you downstairs."

"it is good."

So Jiang Yixing, who had only been home for less than an hour, witnessed his brother and his close lover leaving him to see him off.

Jiang Yizhi sent Lin Qianshu downstairs, and as expected, Mingjuan's car had already parked beside the building.Lin Zhengyang stood by the trunk of the car, looking down at his phone every five seconds.

Jiang Yizhi took the travel bag in Lin Qianshu's hand when he was leaving the house. He put his hands in his pockets and walked towards Lao Lin, "Dad."

Lin Zhengyang raised his head: "Here we are." Over Lin Qianshu's shoulder, he smiled politely at Jiang Yizhi again: "Xiao Jiang."

Jiang Yizhi greeted Lin Zhengyang respectfully: "Uncle Lin."

Lin Zhengyang turned around and opened the trunk, took the travel bag from Jiang Yizhi and put it in, and asked him, "Just a travel bag? Is there anything else?"

Lin Qianshu compared the bag behind him with his thumb: "There are still some daily necessities and books in the bag."

"Such a few things?" Lin Zhengyang frowned, and then stretched out, "It's okay, most of the things are at home." He smiled at Jiang Yizhi: "Xiao Jiang, you have sent Xiaoshu downstairs because of your hard work. It's cold, hurry up."

Jiang Yizhi bent his lips: "It's not hard, it should be."

The word "should be" sounded lingering to Lin Qianshu, while Lin Zhengyang was not paying attention, he secretly pinched Jiang Yizhi, and warned in a low voice: "Be careful, my dad doesn't know yet."

Jiang Yizhi raised his hand and grabbed Lin Qianshu's troublesome fingers: "Got it."

Lin Qianshu: ... I think you have received a feeling of loneliness.

"I know what you're worried about, I can..." Jiang Yizhi looked at Lin Qianshu, who was stiff.

"Needless to say!" Lin Qianshu stopped Jiang Yizhi from speaking, and spoke quickly, "I know you want to say that you don't have to go abroad, but what's the difference between you and me?"

"It's true that I want to take advantage of the winter vacation to think about the way to go in the future." Lin Qianshu's tone eased again, "But no matter which way it is, it will definitely lead to the possibility of you."

Jiang Yizhi didn't speak, but his eyes were still fixed on Lin Qianshu.

Lin Qianshu looked around, his eyes fixed on the newly opened shop on the corner of the street.

"A Jiang," Lin Qianshu winked at Jiang Yizhi, "I'll give you a parting gift."

Ten minutes later, Jiang Yixing, who was brushing up questions, heard the sound of the door opening, and turned around to see Jiang Yizhi walking in with two cups of milk tea.

The scene was a bit too horrifying, so that Jiang Yixing didn't immediately reject Jiang Yizhi when he asked "Do you want to drink?"

Of course, Jiang Yizhi should not have considered the possibility of being rejected.He took out one of the cups, inserted a straw, and handed it to his younger brother: "Drink."

Jiang Yixing took the milk tea and subconsciously took a sip——

He felt like he had drunk his mouthful.

Jiang Yixing mobilized all the muscles of his cheeks to try his best to swallow this mouthful, and frowned to see the ingredients of Jiang Yizhi's cup of milk tea. After seeing it, he immediately understood the reason why he couldn't swallow it.

Original milk tea + red beans + pearls + taro balls + coconut + pudding + milk cap... All the ingredients that can be added in the milk tea shop are put in this cup of milk tea in turn.

"Did you buy the milk tea at the porridge shop?" Jiang Yixing put down the milk tea cup and looked at Jiang Yizhi who was staring at the milk tea without moving.

Jiang Yizhi didn't turn his head: "Is it delicious?"

"Wake up, anyone who can drink this cup of milk tea is a warrior," Jiang Yixing sarcastically said, "It's either that there is a problem with the taste, or there is true love for the person who orders milk tea. Unfortunately, I don't drink either."

After listening to Jiang Yixing's words, the chill atmosphere around Jiang Yizhi disappeared instead.

Jiang Yixing saw that he reached out to poke the straw on the cup of milk tea that was almost served, and took a big gulp.

"Well, it's quite delicious." Jiang Yizhi narrowed his eyes and commented.

Jiang Yixing looked down at the cup in his hand in disbelief... Aren't they all the same?Jiang Yizhi has a problem with his sense of taste?

What made Jiang Yixing feel even more horrifying was yet to come—Jiang Yizhi lowered his head and fiddled with his phone a few times, unexpectedly took a picture of the cup of milk tea, then lowered his head and continued poking around on the screen.

Jiang Yixing thought for a long time before he came up with an answer that barely made him feel reasonable: "Did Lin Qianshu buy the milk tea?"

Jiang Yizhi let out a "huh" and frowned slightly: "Brother Qianshu."

Jiang Yixing raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, brother Lin."

"So Brother Lin really went home for the New Year's Eve?" Jiang Yixing put down the milk tea cup, and arrogantly sprinkled salt on his brother's wound with an innocent face, "I remember that there are still ten days before New Year's Eve."

The invisible smile on Jiang Yizhi's face disappeared.

"Jiang Yixing." Jiang Yizhi calmly called out his younger brother's name.

Jiang Yixing asked him lazily: "What's wrong?"

"The rest time is over, you can start doing the questions." Jiang Yizhi said.

On the other side, Lin Qianshu, who had returned home, was sitting slumped on the sofa at home, feeling the long-lost care from his parents.

"I stewed the pig's trotters at noon, eat it while it's hot..." Lao Lin brought out a bowl of steaming pig's trotters soup from the kitchen and put it on the coffee table, "You have to wait until after lunch, you young People's work and rest is really unhealthy."

Lin Qianshu sat up and protested while drinking soup: "We didn't stay in bed, it's not a bad trip to go back home, we're going to clean up his house."

"Oh, these two boys from the Jiang family are pitiful too..." Lao Lin shook his head and sighed, "Didn't they tell you to invite them to celebrate the New Year together, what did they say?"

Lin Qianshu recalled the last conversation between the two: "Did you come?"

"Oh, by the way." Lin Qianshu stuffed the meat in two or three mouthfuls, "Dad, I plan to accompany A Jiang to visit his mother on the first day of the new year."

When Lin Qianshu said this, he was actually very disturbed. It is customary to pay respects to graves on the first day of the Nanling People's New Year, and it is customary to pay homage to the ancestors of the family. It is not justifiable for Lin Qianshu to visit Jiang Rou as an outsider Shun.

It is expected that Lao Lin is very talkative.

He nodded, indicating that he knew: "I have to go and see...Did you tell your mother?"

Lin Qianshu's [-]-word draft that he had typed up in his heart suddenly became useless.

"No, no," Lin Qianshu stammered, "I'll talk to her later."

The author has something to say: Milk tea: I have endured too much.