don't try to lie to me

The colorful clouds in the evening dyed half of the sky in Rongzhen red.

A gust of wind blew by, and a group of ostentatious teenagers rode bicycles and galloped past the roadside stalls in the Shili Back Street of Rong Town.

"It's these brats again, they have nothing to do after reading, and they ride so fast." The uncle who was frying noodles in a pot at the stall cursed.

"I almost bumped into my fruit stand last time, and you smiled at me, these boys." The old man at the fruit stand next to him responded.

"Who is riding in the front?" The young customer who was waiting for fried noodles asked casually, "The young man is a bit handsome."

"Who else could it be, that brat of the Han family. You can see your face clearly while riding so fast. You have good eyesight."

The group of teenagers separated at the first alley deep in the street.The alley is narrow and the street lights are dim, only the lights from the windows of the houses on both sides illuminate the night road in the deep alley when it is dark.

Wu Zhijie stopped at the entrance of the alley holding the handle of the car, and howled into the alley with one foot on the ground: "You really don't want to go to my place to play games?"

The young man inside didn't turn his head, and waved his hand while holding the handlebar with one hand: "You only have a computer at home, and you don't even get enough points."

But it's clearly said.

Wu Zhijie turned his head depressed and looked at the face of the boy next to him: "Are you still going? Your father is still playing mahjong at my house."

"Go." Han also glanced at him, kicked his foot, and the car had rushed forward several meters.

"Hey, wait for me." Wu Zhijie hurriedly pedaled his bicycle, jumped up and excitedly followed behind.

Two windy teenagers walked through the high and low yards in the depths of the street. One braked suddenly and stopped in front of the iron fence gate of a double-decker courtyard.

There was a crash of mahjong in the room.

Wu Zhijie carried the car into the yard and shouted into the house: "Mom, I'm back."

After parking the car, he took a look at Han Ye, and when he saw him swing the schoolbag hanging on the front of the car over his shoulder, he clicked his tongue.

It's good to be handsome, and it's very pretentious to do anything.

The two walked into the hall.

Wu's mother, who was standing beside Wu's father and focused on watching mahjong, finally noticed her son's return, and immediately had a doting smile on her face: "Hey, son is back? Have you eaten yet?"

Father Wu touched a card and glanced at the two brats by the door: "These brats get together, and you're still worried that you'll starve them."

Han Dongmin, who was opposite Father Wu, also quickly took the time to glance at his son: "Boom—they always have something to eat together."

Wu Zhijie has long been used to their teasing at the mahjong table, and he listens to it at least three times a week.He was too lazy to deal with it and went straight to the kitchen to get food.

Yu Han also faced alone in the lobby.

Sure enough, when the elders saw a tall and handsome guy like Han Ye standing in the living room, all the teasing words fell on him.

A table of people joked that Han Dongmin would give birth to a son who was so handsome that he looked as if he had been pulled out.

Han Dongmin said something, touched the mahjong tiles and glanced at his son, but the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed.

At this time, someone changed the subject and asked in a hurry: "Do you know how the Huo family child is doing now? That child is also a clothes hanger."

Han Dongmin paused while touching the mahjong tiles.

Father Wu: "I heard that he also has a grandma."

The man said: "Grandma's a fart. I heard that the relatives of this grandma don't want to recognize anyone. Such a handsome guy, they can be cruel."

Han Dongmin said angrily: "If you say you don't recognize it, you don't recognize it. It's not your grandson. What will you do if you don't recognize this child?"

Wu Zhijie came out with two pieces of ice cream and a few buns, and beckoned Han to go upstairs as well.

After handing a piece to Han Ye, he tore off the ice cream wrapper, took a bite and asked, "Did you hear what they said? It's the house of Grandma Huo, where a family of three died in a car accident. She gave us popsicles several times when we were young. Their family There is also a grandson who seems to be as old as us."

Han also leaned back on the sofa, took a big bite of the ice cream, and hummed.

"I haven't seen Grandma Huo's grandson, but I always heard from my mother that she complained about his pity every day." Wu Zhijie said vaguely while biting the ice cream, "She said that he has good grades and is handsome. Hmph, she didn't Who is to blame for being born?"

Han also didn't seem very interested in this matter, so Wu Zhijie didn't say much, and turned on the host computer.

Wu Zhijie's computer is not connected to the Internet, so the two can only play stand-alone games to relieve their addiction.

One person takes one round, and the rest one plays a game console that is about to be eliminated or does homework. The allocation is very reasonable.

When they heard footsteps on the stairs, the two immediately turned off the computer quickly, hid the game console and pretended to be nestled on the sofa to read a book, and they cooperated very well.

When Wu Ma walked in, she gave them a suspicious look, and brought the apple in her hand to Wu Zhijie's desk.

Wu Zhijie casually picked up the book in his hand, and at this moment he was secretly looking at his mother.

Wu Ma: "No homework, what are you doing with history books?"

When Wu Zhijie got nervous, he immediately tensed up and said dryly, "I'm interested in history now."

As a result, he closed the book and took a look.

Good guy, there are two big characters written in the book-mathematics.

I was very confused at the time.

Han also muffled his head and laughed.

Wu Zhijie glared at him resentfully.As a child who has played since he was a child, he is the one who is mischievous and embarrassing in the eyes of adults.His mother would say this every time, look at how well-behaved Han Ye is.

He sometimes wonders if his mother has Han Ye's filter or really has bad eyesight.

How can Han Ye match up with Guaiai?

Wu Ma gave Wu Zhijie a blank look, she didn't bother to argue with him, so she shifted her gaze to Han Ye.

She watched Han Ye grow up from a young age.This child has always been eye-catching, and his grades are good. The key is that he hangs out with his son every day.But the grades are one sky and one bottom.Wu Ma is a person who hates iron but not steel.

But seeing Han Ye, she couldn't help but think of another child.They were still discussing downstairs.She has only met that child of the Huo family a few times, and he has been very eye-catching since he was a child, with red lips and white teeth, which is very cute.It's just a pity...

She sighed to herself.

The heartless son beside her suddenly looked at her and asked, "Mom, what will happen to the Huo family's child you just mentioned?"

Wu Ma glanced at her son, how did she know: "Don't meddle in other people's business, stop talking nonsense, and do more homework."

Wu Zhijie was speechless, he thought that it wasn't you who whispered in my ear every day whether this was good or that was good.