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After dinner, grandma went to dance in the square, and He Zhao was doing homework in the room.

After a while, his door was knocked lightly, making a little noise, which could not be heard without listening carefully.

He Zhao opened the door, and He Han was standing at the door, holding a paintbrush and a painting in his hand. He Zhao stepped aside naturally to let her in, and asked her with a smile, "Did you draw it? It's really good."

Grandpa is strong, grandma is strong, father is strong, and mother looks gentle, but a teacher who teaches and educates people, growing up in such a family, He Han, who is already docile, seems a little shy and shy.

He Han put a box of crayons in his hand on the table, glanced at He Zhao, and said in a low voice, "Sister Xiaoyu gave it to me. She said it was from you, brother."

Sister Xiaoyu?

He Zhao's first reaction was that Liao Xiaoyu has become an older sister.

It seems that grandma mentioned that Xiaoyu and He Han have the same piano teacher, and He Zhao's piano teacher back then, even though he gave up after a few lessons.

"Ah yes, I remembered, I met her on the bus that day." He Zhao smiled.

It was the day I met Yi Shi.

Hey.

It's time to think about it.

"Brother, do you not like us?" He Han asked suddenly but sincerely.

Her eyes were very clear, the clearness and transparency unique to children, and she just looked at He Zhao like that.

He Zhao was slightly taken aback, unable to explain his feelings for a moment: "Why do you feel this way?"

"They all said brother, you are very funny and love to laugh, but you don't smile at me, and you don't smile at Xiaoxi either." He Han answered seriously, with a serious look, like a good student answering the teacher's questions.

"Who told you?" He Zhao asked.

"Sister Xiaoyu, little cousin, little cousin said you love to laugh." He Han said.

"You are my younger sister, how could I not like you." He Zhao smiled, "My brother used to be in a bad mood, and sometimes he forgot to smile at you, but he won't anymore, can you forgive him?"

He Han nodded ignorantly, and asked again: "Why are you in a bad mood? Because you were scolded by your father?"

How to say this.

He Zhao could only nod his head: "Yes."

"I'm also very afraid of Dad, but I'll tell you secretly, every time Dad scolds you, grandparents will talk about him." He Han said.

He Zhao smiled, and just watched He Han lying on the floor coloring her painting.

He praised a few words casually, and He Han pursed his lips and smiled.

Actually, not to mention that He Han seldom sees him smile, he also rarely sees He Han smile.

"Xiaohan, you may hear different opinions in the future, but you are my own sister, and this can never be changed." He Zhao touched her head, "I will never dislike you."

"Brother, can you go home more often?" He Han looked up at him and said softly, "You are at home, the house is so lively."

He Zhao was stunned for a moment, he thought that He Han would not like him to go home, he quickly replied: "But my brother has to go to school."

"Brother Luo Hao is your classmate, doesn't he also go home every day?" He Han's tone sounded a little confused, "I know your mother and father are divorced, and they can't live together after divorce, but you can't half Time with your mother, half time here?"

He Zhao didn't know how to answer her question, so he could only smile and say, "You are so reasonable, I will come back more often in the future."

"Brother, the teacher said that you used to learn piano, but you stopped after a while, didn't your father, grandpa and grandma scold you?" He Han continued to draw with his head down.

He Zhao has been an individual since he was a child, and he has been dealing with the big brothers of the He family all year round. He feels that as a senior who grew up in the He family, he can provide He Han with some experience and guidance.

"Yes, just cry if you scold me." He Zhao said.

"Crying?" He Han looked up at him.

"When I was your age, I was able to cry. Tears came as soon as I could say them. But this crying has to be skillful. You have to cry silently and aggrievedly. It can't be too loud. If it is loud, it will be annoying. At last The important point is that crying is useless to dad, it is only useful to grandparents, so don’t get it wrong.” He Zhao said, pinching her face, “Crying is a baby’s magic weapon, sometimes you don’t cry, Grown-ups won't notice how unhappy and unhappy you are."

"But my mother said that crying can't solve the problem, and you have to talk about everything." He Han said.

"Of course you don't cry if you can talk about it and solve it properly. Sometimes no one listens to our children." He Zhao said, "And whoever said that crying is to solve the problem, crying can also vent emotions."

He Han blinked, and He Zhao made a booing gesture to her: "You can't tell others."

He Han nodded obediently.

After a while, Aunt Xu knocked on the door: "Come out, Xiaohan, don't disturb brother's study."

He Han went out with her drawing and crayons, and smiled at He Zhao when closing the door.

After He Han went out, the room was very quiet. It should be said that the whole house was very quiet. He Zhao patiently worked on the questions for a while, but couldn't hold back, so he took a photo of the question and sent it to Yi Shi.

After 2 minutes, Yishi replied: The first question was wrong

……

He Zhao took out the wireless earphones, returned a voice call, and Yi Shi quickly answered it.

"What's wrong?" He Zhao aggressively tapped on the title with the tip of his pen, regardless of whether Yi Shi could see it or not.

"Look for yourself, don't do it if you're not in the mood for it." Yi Shi's words were straightforward, but his tone was not harsh. He Zhao's ears were numb when he heard it coming from the earphones in a low voice.

"Oh..." He Zhao elongated his voice.

He knew that this question was very simple, especially the first question was more basic, so he shouldn't make a mistake.

"What are you doing?" After a few seconds of silence, Yi Shi asked.

"I'm listening to you attacking me." He Zhao said.

"It's not bad." Yi Shi said.

"My sister just drew a picture here, and she drew a morning glory, which is quite decent, and she is as talented as I am." He Zhao said.

"Are you still used to it?" Yi Shi asked.

"It's okay, it's better than I imagined, but the food my grandma cooks is too bland. She said that the salt intake should be controlled, but I still eat a lot. I'm busy today, and my grandpa opened a private The forum, visiting the supermarket with grandma, and I just taught my sister how to cry to defeat the enemy." He Zhao said.

"Crying?" Yi Shi repeated in a low voice.

"My younger sister is a bit introverted. I don't know Aunt Xu very well, but I know my father, grandparents very well. They are all one-sided people who won't listen to the child's wishes most of the time. They always feel that the child is still Little, how can I have my own thoughts, sometimes if I don't cry, there is no way to attract attention." He Zhao said, "Crying is a very powerful weapon for children."

Yi Shi smiled lightly: "Excellent."

Yi Shi was walking around on the other end of the phone, and He Zhaoguang could tell from the sound that he poured a glass of water from the kitchen, closed the door, walked through the living room, turned off the floor lamp in the living room, returned to the room, and closed the door.

"We have been separated for twelve hours." He Zhao looked at the time on the phone.

He Zhao just came here this morning, but twelve hours felt like a long, long time had passed, and the longing was so long that it fermented and swelled in the quiet night.

"Understood." Yi Shi's tone was calm.

"What do you know?" He Zhao asked.

"You're thinking of me." Yi Shi leaned his back against the back of the chair.

"That's right, I'm going to have trouble sleeping and eating," He Zhao admitted with a smile.

"Aren't you full?" Yi Shi asked in a low voice.

"Didn't you force yourself to eat it?" He Zhao was at a loss for words, "What are you drinking?"

"Hot milk." Yi Shi said.

"You stole my milk." He Zhao responded quickly.

He Zhao drinks a cup of hot milk every night, but Yi Shi seldom drinks it.

"Didn't steal it." Yi Shi rested his finger on the glass that He Zhao drank milk every day.

"Then I don't care, you drank my milk, you have to accompany me tonight." He Zhao said.

"How?" Yi Shi asked.

"Don't hang up the phone and do homework with me." He Zhao twirled the pen with his fingers meaninglessly, and his face became hot when he said this.

It was too clingy to leave for a while, he secretly complained to himself in his heart.

"Okay." Yi Shi agreed decisively.

In fact, He Zhao is not used to making phone calls. There is no particular reason, but he has procrastination, and he prefers a way of chatting that does not require an immediate response and can delay procrastination.

But he likes talking on the phone with Yi Shi very much. Yi Shi's voice is low and deep from the phone call, and his heart is throbbing and soft.

He never thought that in this era, there are still people who are willing to chat on the phone in such an inefficient and unnutritious way, sticky and refuse to hang up.Forget it, Yi Shi did the same.

Yi Shi's side was very quiet, only slight voices could be heard from time to time, but He Zhao listened with peace of mind.

He Zhao wrote the interview paper, rubbed his hands, and was about to speak when his grandma knocked on the door and came in: "Come out and eat some fruit. I've been studying for hours. Take a walk, it's good for your spine."

It stands to reason that He Zhao should have hung up the call before leaving the room, but he didn't want to hang up, and Yi Shi didn't mention it either.

He Zhao plugged in the wireless earphones and walked out of the room. Grandpa was watching TV with the sound turned almost silent.

He Zhao used the remote control to increase the volume for him: "The volume is so low, can you hear it?"

"Aren't you studying?" Grandpa said.

"It's okay, I won't be affected." He Zhao said.

"Study with full concentration." Grandpa said.

He Wenyan didn't know when he came back. He had already showered and changed into home clothes, and came out of the study. His obsessive-compulsive disorder was that he had to take a shower and change clothes when he got home.

"Dad." He Zhao took the initiative to call out to him.

He Wenyan nodded expressionlessly.

Aunt Xu smiled, and put a cup of hot milk on the table: "Xiao Zhao, grandma said that you are used to drinking milk at night, right? I made you a cup."

"How hot are you? Small fire or big fire?" Grandma asked.

"Little Huo." Aunt Xu spoke softly.

"Small fire won't work, it will destroy the nutrients. Last time I told you that it must be cooked quickly. Why can't you remember?" Grandma frowned.

"Then I'll reheat a cup." Aunt Xu still had a gentle attitude, neither humble nor overbearing.

When Aunt Xu entered the kitchen, He Zhao whispered to grandma, "Why are you scolding people like this? Aunt Xu is not your student."

"I don't teach people, I'm just impatient." Grandma said.

"What are you in a hurry for? Don't worry." He Zhao sat down slowly and ate the fruit plate with a fork.

"Hey, Wen Yan, did you hear, your son is educating me." Grandma wasn't angry, but rather amused.

He Wenyan glanced at He Zhao, and his tone couldn't detect any emotion: "You are used to it, neither big nor small."

"That's better than you. When I was a child, I only knew how to study, but when I grow up, I only know how to work. I'm bored." Grandma began to protect He Zhao again.

He Zhao didn't participate in the conversation between their mother and child, and only focused on eating fruits, picking out the strawberries he liked and eating the guavas he didn't like.

"Eat them all, don't be picky eaters." Grandma found out.

"I can't eat so much." He Zhao's tone was a bit coquettish.

"Then give your dad the rest." Grandma said.

Aunt Xu quickly came out with a new cup of hot milk, put the previous cup in front of He Wenyan, and said with a smile: "Don't waste it, Dr. He, have you drunk it?"

The tone is soft, which is different from talking to other people.

He Zhao has always been a little puzzled. He Wenyan is obviously a workaholic who doesn't care about humanity and doesn't care about his family. He doesn't know why he still has a relationship with the opposite sex.In the past, Lin Peiling was the one who chased him first. He heard that He Wenyan had a blind date with Aunt Xu, and after only meeting him once, Aunt Xu took the initiative to contact him.

In the past, he would feel that He Wenyan and Aunt Xu were dazzling together. He always favored his mother. Lin Peiling was having a bad time. How could He Wenyan be at ease?He Zhao hated He Wenyan's indifference, rationality, and indifference. He attributed most of the reasons for the broken family to He Wenyan, and raised all his thorns against He Wenyan. Now it seems that everything has softened.

Aunt Xu and Lin Peiling are somewhat similar, both gentle and non-aggressive, but Aunt Xu is not as emotional and casual as his mother.To some extent, she is closer to He Wenyan, rational and calm.

After drinking the milk and returning to the room, Yi Shi asked, "Why aren't you talking?"

Yi Shi should have been listening to the sound from his side, and listening to him finish drinking the milk in silence, before asking him after he closed the door of the room.

He Zhao knew what he was worried about.

"I'm not unhappy, I'm just silently lamenting how good my father's relationship with the opposite sex is." He Zhao lay on the bed and said lazily.

Yi Shi said, "Isn't it the same as you?"

He Zhao began to laugh: "Why do I feel that these words sound sour?"

Yi Shi said nothing.

He Zhao added: "My bed is so big, I sleep alone tonight, so lonely."

"You fell asleep?" Yi Shi asked.

"I know, I know, I still have one interview paper to write." He Zhao consciously got up from the bed and sat back at the desk.

By the time He Zhao finished writing the interview paper, it was already late at night, and he got into bed a little sleepy after washing up: "I'm not used to sleeping alone."

"En." Yi Shi responded.

"This bed doesn't smell like you, it doesn't smell good." He Zhao whispered again.

He got up early today and was really sleepy after a busy day, so he closed his eyes gently.

Yi Shi was about to speak when he heard He Zhao's breathing slow down a bit.

He didn't speak anymore, and waited quietly for a while until the breathing on the other end of the phone became even and slow.

The person who just complained that he was not used to sleeping alone just fell asleep.

He Zhao didn't breathe heavily when he was sleeping, but he always loved to cling to him, sometimes he could even feel his stomach rise and fall with his breath, as if he could touch his breath.

After listening for a while, Yi Shi said softly to the sleeping man, "Good night."

After hanging up the voice call, the screen shows 268 minutes of call time.

Yi Shi slightly curled the corners of his mouth, the call time was simply longer than his combined call time in the past few years.