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The scenery outside the car window was constantly changing, from high-rise buildings to bungalows with only five or six floors. After getting out of the car, Yu Zhou looked around and found that it was not the place where he slept on the bench that day. He had met there before. When Song Chuan first met, he thought his family was here too.

"Your house... isn't there?"

There were trees planted by the side of the road, and Song Chuan walked ahead to lead the way, but he didn't even look back: "Where is it? I've always lived here."

"...Oh." Yu Zhou didn't ask again.

Song Chuan stopped, stood at the gate of a community, turned to him and said, "Here."

He looked up at the residential building next to him. It was not as brand-new as he had imagined, but rather old. It looked like it had been there for several years.He always thought that Song Chuan's family belonged to a wealthy family, otherwise he would not have so much spare money to buy this and that for him.But he followed Song Chuan up a building, and saw Song Chuan took out the key to open the red-painted door, and then he felt that he was wrong.

The room is very ordinary, but it is neatly furnished and looks comfortable and warm. "Go in." Song Chuan held the door and signaled Yu Zhou to go in first.

"No need to change shoes." Song Chuan watched Yu Zhou walk a few steps and then stopped at the door.

"It's fine as long as you help me clean it." Song Chuan closed the door and looked at Yu Zhou who was standing inside the house looking around.

"Damn, are you coaxing me to come here to trick me into tidying up the house for you?" Yu Zhou walked to the sofa and put down the schoolbag on his shoulder.

Song Chuan also came over and sat next to him.

"Come on, you don't have to do some work for me if you live in my house. Or pay me?" Song Chuan looked at Yu Zhou with a smile.

Yu Zhou glanced at him and said, "I don't have any money, do I want my life?"

"If you want, you may not give it to me." Song Chuan leaned his back on the pillow, and put one hand on Zhou's shoulder, "Thirsty?"

Yu Zhou licked his somewhat dry lips, only to realize that he didn't drink any water along the way.

Song Chuan glanced at him, got up and walked to the water dispenser, took out a disposable paper cup from the lower floor, filled it with water, walked over, and put it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Thank you." Yu Zhou took a long gulp of water with his hand in his hand, and felt thirsty again, so he tilted his head up, and when he put it down, the glass was already empty.

"Are... your parents not here?"

Song Chuan leaned against the pillow, took out his mobile phone and checked the time: "What do you think?"

Yu Zhou glanced around the room in embarrassment, feeling that he was an idiot for asking this question.

"24:[-], do you need to eat?"

"You can cook?" Yu Zhou looked at him in surprise.

Song Chuan smiled and said, "Is there anyone who can't even make instant noodles? You?"

"...Get out." Yu Zhou turned his head to look at the scenery outside the balcony, thinking, I really didn't know it before.

Yu Zhou really had no talent in cooking, and he happened to be lazy. When he was alone at home, he bought a few packs of instant noodles and learned how to make them.The first time he made instant noodles, he still looked up "how to make instant noodles" on the Internet. After reading the answer, he found out that there were steps on the packaging.The first few instant noodles were pretty good, but the most shameful one was when he had a brain twitch and used cold water to instant noodles during the summer vacation.

So he bought ready-made or ordered takeaway afterwards.

Although instant noodles are indeed a job for normal people, Yu Zhou always felt that it was too troublesome. He also had a lazy tendon in his body. At that time, he ate takeaway every day when he had money, and ate all the takeaway around him.

Thinking of this, Song Chuan had already walked over with two bowls of noodles.

Yu Zhou smelled the long-lost instant noodles, watched Song Chuan carefully place the bowl in his right hand on the tea table in front of him, and then sat on the sofa with his own bowl.

"I don't know what flavor you like, just pick it at random." Song Chuan put the noodles in his hand on the tea table, squatting on the ground just enough to eat the noodles.

Looking at the steaming and fragrant noodles in front of him, Yu Zhou picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Since I was sitting on the sofa, it was difficult to eat noodles, and the soup was spilled everywhere.

"...You squat down and eat." Song Chuan glanced at Yu Zhou, raised his hand and took a piece of paper from the coffee table to wipe the soup on it.

"Oh." Yu Zhou replied, got up and squatted down again.

"I think your parents are very kind to you." Song Chuan said after eating some noodles.

Yu Zhou was stunned, feeling amused: "Why do you think so?"

"Look at the 'I can't take care of myself' written on your face." Song Chuan said casually.

Yu Zhou didn't answer.

I have been at home alone for so long, it seems that I am not as independent as other children, and I can't cook anything.

"What? Was I right?" Song Chuan said with a smile.

Yu Zhou looked coldly, put down his chopsticks and said, "Do you know that many people die from talking too much. Also, I'm done eating."

Song Chuan just finished eating. He picked up two bowls of soup and said, "That's why you talk so little."

It's not a question, it's a statement.

Yu Zhou froze for a moment, watching him walk towards the kitchen next to him.

"……What are you doing?"

"Damn, you're asking this for nothing." Song Chuan smiled, turned on the faucet and poured it into the bowl.

"Oh..." Yu Zhou sat on the sofa and nodded in a daze.

Song Chuan wiped some dish soap into the two bowls, and said, "Don't you dare to wash the dishes after eating at home? You don't even have the consciousness after eating like this. I just said that your parents are too kind to you... ..."

Before the good words were finished, Yu Zhou quickly interrupted: "It has nothing to do with how my parents treat me if I don't have an after-dinner consciousness, okay?"

There is something wrong with this person's logic. If he knew Jiang Yu's virtues, he would probably swallow what he said today.He doesn't really like other people's self-definition, especially when it comes to this kind of thing.

It sounded like nonsense to him.

It's ridiculous... Jiang Yu's kind of person, I know very well, it's just because of his father's little money that he has been clinging to it all the time, I guess telling him to go back is because Yu Zhidong will come back, and he intends to play a mother-child relationship with himself Play to ease the family relationship.

Song Chuan wiped the water off the bowl and chopsticks with a rag, then put them in the cupboard, washed his hands before turning around and walking out of the kitchen, and saw the person on the sofa playing with his mobile phone at a glance.

"Do you... want to watch TV or something?" Song Chuan felt that TV was indeed a way to relieve embarrassment, at least it was better than two people sitting on the sofa playing with their phones.

Yu Zhou clicked on the phone screen a few times before looking up at him, then looked at the TV again, and said hesitantly, "...you want to?"

He is not a person who likes to watch TV, that kind of dog-blood TV series has no plot except for the entanglement between men and women in love and female partners, oh, and there are wealthy mothers-in-law who are domineering and throwing money.

Song Chuan looked at him with some embarrassment, then went to the sofa and leaned against it, without turning on the TV.He picked up his phone to check the time, and played with it bored.

The two of them just sat on the sofa and played with their phones.

In fact, Yu Zhou had nothing to play, and no one contacted him, so he could only play the game of exercising his hand speed over and over again.

Song Chuan just opened Alipay to check the balance, and after being shocked by the heartbreaking number, he turned his body to look at Yu Zhou.

"What kind of game are you playing?" Song Chuan looked at Yu Zhou with some curiosity as he clicked on the small squares on the screen with his hands very nimbly.

Yu Zhou glanced disdainfully, then stared at the squares moving up quickly one by one, pointed at the black squares with his fingers, and replied, "Don't step on the white squares, don't you know this? It's not like being idle you."

"Damn," Song Chuan smiled, and leaned back again, his eyes still fixed on Yu Zhou's hand, "I'm number seven no matter how unlearned or idle I am."

Yu Zhou clicked his tongue, exited the game and turned off his phone, looked at him unhappily and said, "Shut up."

Song Chuan looked at him with a smile: "Why, you are not allowed to show off your good grades in the exam."

Yu Zhou ignored him, but his fighting spirit was aroused by his stimulation, and then he found the exercise book from his schoolbag.

"By the way, didn't I say to help you with tutoring, I almost forgot." Song Chuan watched him take out the exercise book and suddenly remembered the previous promise, turned around to get his schoolbag, took out two textbooks from it and put them on the coffee table superior.

Yu Zhou stared at him blankly: "Are you really giving me tutoring?"

"Give me some face, and I don't charge you money, it's a bad job." Song Chuan pointed to the physics books and history books on the coffee table, and asked, "Which one should I fill in first?"

"casual."

Song Chuan frowned, and said, "You are so perfunctory, boss, you must be serious about your studies. I didn't expect you to be such a casual person."

Yu Zhou gave him a deadly look, then cleared his throat and said, "Physics. I can recite history by myself."

Song Chuan smiled very happily, Yu Zhou didn't know how he could pull out a smile anytime, anyway, he couldn't.

"Then let's start from the basics, first solidify the basics and then do the questions for you." Song Chuan opened the book and planned to tell him from Chapter 1.

The night outside the window was getting darker, and the night in the small place was very quiet, which made Yu Zhou's heart sink gradually.

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Long time no see. It's been a long, long, long time since I've updated.Who give me some motivation, woo woo woo