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Cheng Jing got off work late, often even later than Cheng Wang, who was doing self-study at 9:[-] in the evening. Sometimes Cheng Wang would do homework in class for a while, and then go out when Cheng Jing arrived at the school gate.

On the way back, Cheng Jing asked: "Is the boy who came out with you just now a new student in your class?"

Cheng Wang: "Yes, he was in class one before, and he failed the monthly exam this time."

Cheng Jing held many parent-teacher meetings for Cheng Wang, and knowing that the class was full of students with terrible grades, he half-jokingly said: "Oh—so it turned out that the person who snatched away the number one in my brother's class."

Cheng Wang was still very convinced of Qiao Beixin's academic performance, "He is better than me in his studies, and he is not as biased as I am. It is normal for him to do better in the exam."

While talking, he told himself that he was depressed, Cheng Wang held his face and exaggeratedly sighed, "Why is it so easy for others to learn."

Cheng Jing laughed loudly, and took advantage of the red light to rub his little brother's hair.

When the car started again, Cheng Jing suppressed her smile and said in a low voice, "He will go home in two days."

It's about Cheng Wanyu, the father of the two brothers.

The relationship between the Cheng family is a bit complicated. Cheng Jing and Cheng Wang are very different in age. Cheng Wang is still a sophomore in high school, and Cheng Jing has been working for several years.

In terms of looks, the two of them couldn't find the slightest similarity: Cheng Jing is a handsome Zhou Zheng guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, while Cheng Wang's facial features are more delicate and delicate.

Neither of them looks like dad, like mom.

In other words, the two are half brothers.

This is a confused account left by Cheng Wanyu when he was young.

When Cheng Wanyu was young, he first met Cheng Wang's mother, Wang Yan. Wang Yan was a beautiful shrew with nothing but a face.The Cheng family did not agree to let such a woman in, and Cheng Wanyu was tired of the embroidered pillow beside him, so he married Cheng Jing's mother, Jiang Shi, without telling Wang Yan.

Jiang Shi is different from Wang Yan, she is an ordinary-looking woman with high intellectuals, who can help Cheng Wanyu in his career. Although his personality is a bit strong due to work reasons, at first glance, this happy event is well-matched.

It's just that men are always like this, despise beautiful women for being incapable, and fear that capable women are too domineering.

Not long after getting married, Cheng Wanyu hooked up with Wang Yan again somehow.

The matter finally came to light because of Cheng Wang's birth.

Cheng Wanyu is quite decisive and determined like a businessman. He resolutely refused to recognize Cheng Wang, nor allowed Cheng Wang to enter the family. He ignored Wang Yan and even tried every means to drive the woman and son out of Qinshi.

But Wang Yan was not so easy to handle. She hid outside with Cheng Wang for a few years, and came back here quietly, and waited until Cheng Wang was eight years old.

The eight-year-old is too old, but cannot go to elementary school because he does not have a household registration.Somehow Wang Yan persuaded Cheng Wanyu, and finally got him to recognize the child.

At the same time, the affair of her husband's long-time lover and illegitimate child finally came to Jiang Shi's eyes.

When Jiang Shi learned about this, he didn't waste a minute, and quickly divorced. Because he was a lawyer, he was very good at handling emotional disputes, and he even took away half of Cheng Wanyu's property during the divorce.

At that time, Cheng Jing was already 16 years old, just passed the boy's most rebellious period, and Jiang Shi taught him very well, he hated Cheng Wanyu and Wang Yan, but he always restrained himself and didn't take it seriously. The grievances were vented on the innocent little brother.

In Ji Mao's home here, the two brothers actually felt a little dependent on each other.

Cheng Wang scratched his head when he heard this, and whispered, "I know, Dad told me."

Cheng Jing let out a "huh".He is still in the busy season of work, his off-duty time is uncertain, and he really doesn't want to let his younger brother spend time alone with his disliked father.

"Why don't you go to the dormitory for the next two days?"

Cheng Wanyu has found a new lover in the past two years, and he probably knows that his two sons don't like him. He doesn't go home often, but Cheng Jing still helps Cheng Wang apply for a dormitory. Every time Cheng Wanyu goes home, if When I was not there, I rushed to the dormitory.

Cheng Wang picked up the seat belt, thought for a while, and said, "Forget it, brother, don't be too nervous, Dad didn't treat me too much."

Cheng Jing sneered, "Our old Cheng family has bad genes. Our immortal grandpa was not a good person when he was young, and grandma kept staring at him. As for Cheng Wanyu—" he cut it, " Who knows if he will infect you with some rotten disease."

"It's not that exaggerated..." Cheng Wang felt a little headache, the relationship between his elder brother and his father had always made him powerless.Both sides are relatives, but he can't persuade both sides. Cheng Jing has always been unwilling to communicate, and as time goes by, Cheng Wanyu doesn't bother to talk to the eldest son.

After returning home, Cheng Wang took the time to do his homework.After he picked and finished the part he wanted to do, the hour hand had slowly moved towards the 12 o'clock position.

Cheng Wang stretched his waist and muttered softly, "It's not that I don't want to do my English homework, I'm really sleepy, let's talk about it tomorrow..."

After he packed his things and finished washing, he lay down on the bed and it was almost 12:30.WeChat prompted a new message, he clicked in, it was a friend request.

The profile picture is pure white, and the nickname is a simple Joe.

Cheng Wang clicked Pass, exited the WeChat interface, and went to set the alarm for tomorrow morning.

Cheng Wang's mobile phone has always been set in the do-not-disturb mode from 11:7 p.m. Waiting for news from Cheng Wang.

The listening session was played over and over several times, but Qiao Beixin missed the key information every time, and the tip of the pen hung in the air and could not fall down.After finally finishing this question, Qiao Beixin picked up his phone and looked at it again. In the chat dialog box between him and Cheng Wang, there was still only the lonely sentence "I am Qiao Beixin".

He stared at the dialog box for a while, but couldn't wait for the other party's reply.

Cheng Wang's WeChat avatar is a Q version of an anthropomorphic orange, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.Qiao Beixin clicked on the orange, and saw that the man's nickname was "A Big Orange", and his signature was also a small pattern of three oranges.

Qiao Beixin stared at it for a long time, then lowered his head and laughed silently.

The next morning, Cheng Wang was almost late again. He had just sat down in his seat when the chemistry teacher walked into the classroom.The chemistry teacher is rigorous, and he really dislikes the students making small moves in class. Cheng Wang didn't dare to make mistakes, so he had to stuff the fried dough sticks that he hadn't had time to eat into the drawer.

It happened that the morning self-study and the first class were both chemistry classes. The chemistry teacher sent out the test papers for everyone to do. When the class started, he called a few students and asked them to project their answers on the screen.

Cheng Wang was good at chemistry, and was the first to be called up by the teacher.He shyly put his test paper under the projector.

The chemistry teacher squinted his eyes for a while and asked, "Cheng Wang, tell me, is what you wrote silicon (Si) or sulfur (S)?"

Cheng Wangru was struck by lightning: "It's carbon (C)."

The chemistry teacher was also convinced: "How can your carbon dance? This waist is twisted."

Cheng Wang's handwriting is not good-looking, which is a headache for almost every teacher.

It’s no wonder Cheng Wang, he went to school late and did not enter elementary school until he was eight years old. At the age when boys love to paint and paint, no one taught him to write. Two pieces of chalk were scribbling on the ground.

He didn't develop good habits since he was a child, and even the posture of holding the pen is very strange. In addition, his hand speed can't keep up with the speed of his brain to solve problems.

After class, Qiao Beixin went to the water dispenser in front of the classroom to fetch water. When he came back, he saw Cheng Wang lying on the table listlessly, holding half a deep-fried dough stick in his right hand, stuffing it into his mouth from time to time.

He touched the top of Cheng Wang's head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Wang said lazily: "The handwriting is ugly, I'm not happy."

Sitting on the right of Cheng Wang is also a boy named Xiao Guo, everyone calls him Xiao Guoer.Xiao Guo'er couldn't help laughing when she heard Cheng Wang's words.

"Although it is said that most boys are ugly in handwriting, there are really not many who reach Cheng Wang's level."

Cheng Wang stuffed the last mouthful of fried dough sticks into his mouth, wiped his hands, picked up the draft paper on the table, crumpled it up and threw it on Xiao Guoer.

He pinned his hopes on the new classmate, and hoped that Qiao Beixin could comfort his wounded heart a lot, "Am I the ugliest handwriting in the class?" His face had an expression of "I'll cry for you if you say so" .

Qiao Beixin pressed down on the corners of her mouth, but said the truth: "Probably so."

Cheng Wang: QAQ

He took out his mobile phone, tapped it a few times and handed it to Qiao Beixin, and called up an emoji to show Qiao Beixin.

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It's a little rabbit crying with clenched fists.

I really laughed out loud.Qiao Beixin waved to Cheng Cheng and said, "Come on, I'll teach you how to write."

He sat in his seat—but only half of the chair was occupied—and wrote Cheng Wang's name casually, and handed it to him.

"Wow! Your handwriting is really good-looking! Then teach me!" Cheng Wang just turned sideways.

Qiao Beixin gave him the fountain pen she had just used, and said, "I learned a little bit when I was a child. My mother said that my dad was able to catch up with her by relying on good handwriting, so when I was young, she insisted that I practice calligraphy." .”

"Really? Then they used to write letters to communicate? It's so romantic." Cheng Wang put his face on his back and simply sat back on the chair, looking at him with sparkling eyes.

Qiao Beixin: "Well, they can only write letters. My dad is a soldier, and they don't usually see each other."

Cheng Wang: "It's hard work... Then don't you often not see your father?"

Qiao Beixin smiled and said nothing.He waited for a long time, but no one sat on the half of the chairs he gave up.Helpless, he moved back by himself.

Qiao Beixin reached out to hold Cheng Wang's right hand, put the pen into his hand, and pushed the draft to Cheng Wang's side.

"Come on, try the correct pen-holding posture first."

No one taught Cheng Cheng to look at this, and he didn't know what the impact of the wrong pen holding posture would be. He just relaxed and asked Qiao Beixin to move his thumb away to prevent the thumb from pressing on the index finger, and adjusted the penholder from the tiger's mouth to the The base of the index finger.

Qiao Beixin: "You get used to the posture of holding the pen first. It's not easy to hold the pen like you did before. I think you always float when you write."

It is really difficult to correct the posture, especially for someone like Cheng Wang who has been wrong for so many years. Every time the pen holder slipped a little bit, Qiao Beixin would tap the back of his hand and help him retrieve the pen.

"You may not get used to it at first, try to change it first, and take your time."

Qiao Beixin taught very seriously, but his tone was gentle and gentle. Cheng Wang nodded and wrote his name on the paper again.

Later, Qiao Beixin also turned sideways, held Cheng Wang's hand in an awkward posture, and led him to write the word "Cheng Wang" on the paper.

Qiao Beixin was very good at using force, and the written words slightly penetrated the draft paper, leaving a slight mark on the bottom sheet, but he didn't scratch Cheng Wang's hand.

When writing the last stroke, Qiao Beixin pulled a little tail and wrote the word "Wang" playfully and cutely.

Cheng Wang still couldn't write well when he wrote by himself, so he was inevitably a little discouraged after practicing for a while.

Qiao Beixin comforted: "Don't worry, just take your time, anyway, I will teach you."

Cheng Wang asked: "Then after the next monthly exam, what if you go back to the first class? Will you teach me too?"

Qiao Beixin: "Well, I will teach you as long as you need."

Cheng Wang cheered: "That's a deal!"

They were so close that their foreheads were almost touching.

Cheng Wang has a nice scent, very neutral, neither the fresh scent that girls like, nor the woody scent that men's perfumes often have - teenage boys, so what? Will use men's perfume.

Qiao Beixin couldn't describe it, all he knew was that it smelled really good.

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The author has something to say:

About how to hold a pen, I came from Baidu. To be honest, I write uglier than Cheng Wang.