In the name of father

Xiao Yan was blown away by Xiao Mo's anger, and he was quite sure that the stinky old man didn't use aggressive tactics at all, because he found that when Xiao Mo said something like doubting his IQ, his face was sincere.

So Xiao Yan decided to study hard.

It's just that in the past 11 years, Xiao Yan was used to the blue sky and white clouds. Now that he was asked to sit quietly and honestly in the room and read a book, he felt uncomfortable all over his body as if a needle had suddenly grown under his buttocks. Feeling comfortable, the sound of the rain outside the window pattering on the trees in the backyard was killing me, Xiao Yan jumped up and down in the room for 10 minutes to drink water, 10 minutes to pee, and half an hour later, he touched his stomach and said he drank too much water a little hungry.

Xiao Yan: "..."

Xiao Yan: "...why?"

With a headache, Xiao Yan squinted at his twin brother who jumped around like a grasshopper and couldn't stop for a moment: "I have already let go of the conversation with Xiao Mo, can you stop embarrassing me?"

"..." Xiao Yan wanted to speak but stopped choking on words. Finally, the thousands of words turned into a heavy sigh. When he found that Xiao Yan seemed to have hit the point, he scratched his hair and sat down on the armrest in front of the desk obediently. On the chair, I grabbed a math textbook for the first grade of junior high school and patiently scanned two lines, then turned my head and said to Xiao Yan, "This book is so idiotically written, it doesn't hurt to waste ink if you repeat a knowledge point over and over again—you guys These good students... are they really sitting in the classroom patiently like this and listening to those middle-aged women and menopausal men babbling about what they can finish in a week for a whole semester?"

Xiao Yan ignored him, and turned over a page of the tutoring book in his hand, then suddenly got up and grabbed the book in Xiao Yan's hand, glanced expressionlessly, then took a piece of white paper and wrote down a few words. With a flick of his finger, he slid the piece of paper with the title written on it from one side of the table to under the hands of Xiao Yan who was sitting on the other side of the table—the latter caught it quickly and raised his eyebrows to look at his brother.

"Before laughing at others, you must first weigh whether you have the capital to laugh at others." Xiao Yan raised his chin at the piece of paper in Xiao Yan's hand, "Let's see."

"...Just do it, what a fart." Xiao Yan curled his lips, grabbed a mechanical pencil from the table, tapped it twice, and buried himself in writing.

——So, when Xiao Duan went upstairs with two bowls of sweet soup and pushed open the door, what he saw was the scene of "the brat is really studying hard".

Leaning against the door, the black-haired man raised the corners of his lips lazily: "What a touching scene."

Hearing this sound at this time was like a magic sound piercing his ears, Xiao Yan's forehead twitched, and the automatic pencil that was originally writing on the paper snapped a small part of the lead. Being bumped into by this stinky old man while he was studying hard gave him an unprecedented sense of shame——

Xiao Yan's heroic image of being unruly and troublesome in the first half of his life collapsed like this?

Xiao Yan's heroic image of being unruly and troublesome in the first half of his life collapsed like this.

With a dark face, he wrote the last two strokes heavily on the white paper without raising his head. When Xiao Mo put down the sweet soup and came over to see what he was writing, Xiao Yan suddenly grabbed the white paper and stuffed it. To Xiao Yan, he stood up and stared at the man in front of him: "You are so annoying, don't you see that I am studying hard?"

"I saw it just now." Xiao Mo paused for a moment, then glanced at the upright boy in front of him, "Students have to study hard, you are just doing your own duty, you have to do it with a proud face. What?"

Xiao Yan: "I don't have a proud face!"

As soon as the words fell, he was slapped on the forehead again, and when he looked up, he saw the assailant black-haired man with a calm face: "I am your father."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Mo grabbed the paper on the table and wiped his hands, then turned around and left in a leisurely and relaxed manner.

"This old man took some wrong medicine and came to find fault with me every three days!" Xiao Yan stared at the door, until the slender figure completely disappeared from his line of sight, then he turned around with a snort and a stare. He yelled at Xiao Yan, "Leave us alone like before, okay? Okay?!!!"

"..."

After being yelled at by the younger brother, the elder brother of the twins moved his amber eyes unhurriedly, looked away from the two steaming bowls of sweet soup on the table, and lowered his eyes. He glanced quickly at the white paper in his hand that had ravaged Xiao Yan to a crumpled state, raised his eyebrows in a little surprise, put down the paper and announced: "You can start studying other subjects."

"Huh?" The atmosphere on Xiao Yan's face suddenly stopped, he grabbed the white paper in his brother's hand and looked at it for many times. After ten seconds, a pair of shiny amber lights appeared from the top of the paper. Eyes, "All right?"

Xiao Yan's tone was very funny and cautious.

Xiao Yan glanced helplessly at his Doubi brother, and nodded slowly.

"It turns out that I still have the attributes of a top student hidden in me?" Xiao Yan said in shock.

Xiao Yan turned over a page of the Olympiad tutoring book for junior high school students in his hand: "...you are my younger brother, how can you be so stupid?"

"—Although this is true," Xiao Yan said in a daze, "but it seems that something is wrong after careful analysis... You seem to be so high-end and high-end."

After a while, Xiao Yan found painfully that the only living creature in the room ignored him—and at this moment, Xiao Yan had already taken the draft and calculated a new interesting problem on it, with his head bowed. He didn't intend to talk to Xiao Yan at all.

In the afternoon of the next day, Xiao Mo and Xiao Qi personally drove Xiao Yan to St. Peter's Primary School to pick up the things he had left at school and hadn't had time to pack them. Originally, for the Xiao family, there really wasn't anything worth their while. One trip, but after thinking about it, he felt that children should have some cherished things that adults can't notice, so Xiao Mo nodded, and by the way, he also got on the bus to St. Peter's Primary School.

When they arrived at the school gate, under Xiao Yan's request, Xiao Mo and Xiao Qi sat in the car and waited obediently, watching the eldest son holding a black umbrella, his back although immature, he still walked slowly and calmly Walking into the campus quickly, Xiao Mo felt a little emotional for a moment.

Compared to Xiao Yan's 100% natural brat, Xiao Yan is really unpredictable——

It seems that I have never seen him angry, nor have I seen him happy.

That pretty little face is like a plaster model carved out by a knife. Although it is exquisite, it always looks indifferent and expressionless—although I have never raised a son, but I have had a childhood anyway. Xiao Mo couldn't help sighing, it seems really not good for a child to behave like this.

Thinking of his childhood, Xiao Mo couldn't help but think of the master who was facing him across the sea at this moment—the old man who was almost equivalent to his father to him.

It's not that Xiao Mo never thought about going back to Hong Kong to see him, at least, to see if he is doing well now, whether the Dieda wine is still enough, whether the formula of internal medicine given by Aunt Wang Jiekou has been lost, Or, use the new body to grab another dose of medicine for the old man...even this is fine.

But when it came to the door, Xiao Mo found that he actually flinched indescribably.

In his mind, Master and the old man stood under the spotlight, looking at him expressionlessly. Under the light, the appearance of the old man with gorgeous hair on his temples repeated over and over in his head, flickering like a slideshow .

... The old man should be sad.

After all, Lao Tzu has eaten his rice for so many years, and he hastily raised his braids without even paying a dime for food.

The happy event of entering the gold belt turned into a big bad event. I just don’t want to imagine how the newspapers reported this event with exaggerated headlines the next day—the media don’t care about your client’s mood, they only care about themselves What is the sales volume of the newspaper? Will I have something to eat tomorrow?

The rain outside slapped on the car window as if it would never end, and pinched his earlobe irritably, thinking of how tired he was fighting wits and bravery with two cheap sons these days, Xiao Mo seemed to have made up his mind He patted Xiao Qi on the driver's seat in front with some determination, and said almost as if on a whim: "Xiao Qi, I want to relax in Hong Kong."

Xiao Qi was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head subconsciously and glanced at the black-haired man sitting in the back seat from the rearview mirror.

After a long time, he said with the paralyzed face he was used to: "Master Mo, I'm afraid I can't do it now."

"What?" Xiao Mo was taken aback.

It's like when you finally make up your mind to exchange for a huge prize ticket, but someone tells you that my husband is sorry, this is the number from the previous issue... that kind of instant discouragement.

"Because of the ghosts of the Qin family, last week when you ... were not in good health, we had a batch of goods that were detained at the customs. Although the police had no evidence that the goods belonged to our Xiao family, But I don’t know what the surnamed Qin said. The bureau is still investigating you without giving up, so the situation these few days is not even safe—because you have a case on you, you can’t leave the customs for the time being. of."

Xiao Mo was stunned for a moment, and finally let out a long oh, lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

"The subordinates have already arranged for people to handle this matter. When the matter is resolved, they will immediately arrange something to relax for the Mo."

"...Huh? Oh, good."

Then the car fell silent.

About 10 minutes later, the car door was opened again from the outside, and Xiao Yan sat in the car with a box that was half wet by the rain.

It seems to be taking longer than expected.

It shouldn't take that long if you just take things, right?

Xiao Mo glanced at his cheap son, but unexpectedly found that Xiao Yan's face with little emotion seemed to be colder than when he left. I don't know if it was raining too hard outside, even with Xiao Yan The clothes on his body also seemed to have traces of being wet.

Xiao Mo subconsciously glanced at the box under Xiao Yan's feet. The box was made of paper, and there were some tutorial books piled up inside. There were water droplets on the books, and if you looked carefully, you could vaguely see a corner of a photo album is carefully hidden under the tutorial.

As if feeling Xiao Mo's gaze, Xiao Yan raised his foot and pushed the box towards him, raised his chin: "Xiao Qi, drive."

Xiao Qi nodded and started the car without saying a word.

When the elongated luxury car slowly moved forward in the rain, Xiao Yan, who hadn't given Xiao Mo a straight look since getting into the car, finally turned his head and looked at Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo: "...you..."

Xiao Yan: "Don't ask anything, just shut up."

Xiao Mo was taken aback for a moment, blinked, and finally replied honestly and weakly: "...Oh."