Hedgehog and Tiger

On the eve of the exam, everyone in the class began to work hard on the questions and papers.Yang Tang raised his eyebrows and saw that the deskmate was not reading a book.

"what are you doing?"

Without raising his head, He Xinchun continued to write the manuscript, saying, "The blackboard newspaper asked me to write some words..."

Yang Tang had nothing to do, so he brought his book to read.It's no wonder that the person who ran the blackboard newspaper asked He Xinchun to write it. His handwriting is so beautiful.Like the combination of thin gold and regular script, the root bone is the shape of regular script, but the strokes are like thin gold.

Regarding the rumors about Yang Tang, He Xinchun heard a lot from his class, but when he came into contact with him himself, he didn't feel that it was what they said.

A lack of talkativeness may simply be due to sleepiness from playing games too late.

The cold eyes are because the drooping eyes have their own aura.

"Why are you staring at me, handsome?"

Yang Tang made a joke, leaned in front of He Xinchun, and grinned.

As soon as the final exam was over, the atmosphere in the class suddenly became active.Yang Tang packed her schoolbag and asked He Xinchun, "Do you have a phone?"

"Ok?"

"What about QQ?"

"Yes."

"Save one for me."

After He Xinchun wrote to him, Yang Tang hurried out to play ball with the fat man, but the young man ran out without having time to put on his coat.The shirt inside was flying with his steps, and He Xinchun couldn't help but be dazzled.

Halfway through the winter vacation, the Spring Festival came late.

More than half of the shops on the street are closed, and occasionally a few shops are open for new year's goods, waiting for the last moment to make a fortune.

"New Year, your chocolate is selling well. The last time someone bought it, it was a catty."

He smiled shyly, and the boss took the salary and said, "Happy New Year."

He Xinchun took it, frowned and said, "Boss, the number is a bit wrong."

"There's something wrong with the New Year's money for you and your brother. Hurry up and walk around. I'm still in a hurry to go home to watch the Spring Festival Gala."

500 yuan was added to the original salary of [-] yuan. He Xinchun pressed the emotion, stuffed the money into his pocket, thanked him repeatedly, and left.

Firecrackers sounded on the street, and He Xinchun hid and rushed home. Seeing the person at the gate of the courtyard accompanying his brother to do his winter homework, he was in a good mood for no reason.

There was an eldest young master lying in the yard, huddled on the recliner and dangling around, not feeling the cold in the yard.

"Aren't you going home?"

"My dad has gone abroad, and there is no one at home." Yang Tang responded casually, pointing to the homework and said, "There is a mistake here, you concentrate on writing. Your brother is the first in the grade. Are you sorry that you made seven plus three mistakes?"

He Xinliang pouted and complained to his brother, "Brother! Brother Tang asked me to do my homework as soon as he came! It's New Year's Eve today!"

He Xinchun was cooking the New Year's Eve dinner, and said: "There are study tasks every day, have you completed your study tasks today?"

My brother's words are much more useful than Yang Tang's. He Xinliang immediately sat up and did his homework obediently when he heard him ask this question.

The meals He Xinchun cooked were delicious, they were all home-cooked dishes, it was rare for Yang Tang to eat home-cooked dishes, and he dragged He Xinliang for a walk around the yard after eating three bowls of rice.

"Brother Yang Tang, you should come here every Chinese New Year in the future!"

Yang Tang stroked his hair and said, "Why do you say that?"

"It's just me and my brother every year, it's so lonely—"

Yang Tang smiled, neither agreed nor refused.

Around ten o'clock, there were already scattered fireworks outside.

He Xinliang went to set off firecrackers with other friends in the alley, and they were the only two young men sitting in the yard.

"What kind of tea is this?"

"Honeysuckle tea."

"You made it yourself?"

"Correct."

Yang Tang took a sip, smashed it, said: "This taste is good, you can make more next time, I will take it back and give it to my grandma to taste."

He didn't ask where He Xinchun's parents were, and He Xinchun wouldn't ask why his father went abroad on New Year's Eve.

The two relaxed as if showing timidity occasionally but holding on to each other.