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Qi Zhongshan raised his head just right when the noodles were cooked, quickly packed up his things, and helped bring the noodles to the table.

"What a coincidence?" Ling Yifeng looked at him, "You won't keep looking here, will you?"

"No, it's too dark, I can't read clearly," Qi Zhongshan said helplessly, "I just got up to pack my things."

"So you didn't tell your mother?" Ling Yifeng looked at the clock, "What time is it? Even if you eat outside, it's still late, right?"

"My mother isn't that strict with me." Qi Zhongshan came over with two pairs of chopsticks, "It's not like you don't know about them."

"Can you compare to me in stocking?" Ling Yifeng glanced at him, "I bet you, as long as the proprietress doesn't talk to my brother, even if I disappear for a week, my brother won't find out."

Qi Zhongshan looked up at him in surprise, picked up noodles with his chopsticks, and didn't make a sound.

Ling Yifeng knew that he had made a mistake, so he could only eat the noodles in silence.

Although I'm used to it, in fact, a few years ago, Ling Yichen and Qi Ming really didn't stock up to this extent. I don't know if it's because he has grown up and the two are relieved, or because they are too busy now. Take care of yourself.

However, no matter what it is, Ling Yifeng can't say that their approach is wrong.

Raising him is a matter of love, and not raising him is a duty. In this regard, two brothers who are only half the same blood as him are considered as benevolent and righteous.

After all, if all the camouflage is torn away and the bloody reality left behind, he is an illegitimate child who was born to live in cracks and dark corners.

It was Ling Yichen and Qi Ming who made him live in the sunshine.

"Yifeng," it was Qi Zhongshan who finally broke the strange silence and changed the subject, "I said... there is a power outage here, so it's not convenient for you to take a shower, it's really impossible..."

"I'll go find Qi Ming." Ling Yifeng had already recovered from the sudden power outage, and picked up Qi Zhongshan's words, "You can still go to the school district room."

Qi Zhongshan sighed, and finally did not raise any objections, finished eating the noodles quietly, and went to the kitchen with the bowl.

Ling Yifeng picked up the noodles carelessly while watching Qi Zhongshan wash the dishes.

Qi Zhongshan's wrist is very beautiful, even with his slender fingers dipped in the foamy water, it is inexplicably interesting.

People who play the piano for a long time are different. When washing dishes, their fingertips seem to be dancing.

Qi Zhongshan seemed to have noticed that the person behind him was looking at him, turned his head to look at him, raised his chin, and signaled him to bring the bowl too.

"I haven't finished eating yet," Ling Yifeng turned his head back, "But I can't eat anymore."

"Aren't you hungry at night at this tall age?" Qi Zhongshan was a little puzzled, "My mother said that I can eat my family down now."

"I don't eat much when I'm young." Ling Yifeng rested his head on his arm and looked at him on the table. "Qi Ming said that I didn't eat as much as the orange cat at the owner's house."

Qi Chongshan laughed when he heard the words, and after Ling Yifeng got up and dumped the remaining noodles into the trash can, he took the bowl and washed them together.

"Go home when you're full." Ling Yifeng supported the edge of the pool with his hands, looked at him and said, "Don't rely on me."

Qi Zhongshan didn't make a sound, but was very serious about washing the bowl in his hand.

His dark pupils were hidden in the gradually darkening sky, and no expression could be seen.

Ling Yifeng looked at Qi Zhongshan's long eyelashes casting a shadow on the side of his face, and inexplicably sensed a sense of loneliness.

Suddenly I feel a little soft-hearted.

"Can you stop acting like I've bullied you?" Ling Yifeng couldn't help but said, "Why do you still feel wronged after eating and drinking my food?"

"I don't feel wronged," Qi Zhongshan looked up at him, "I just don't know what to say."

That feeling of loneliness was fleeting, Qi Chongshan's eyes were only surprised by Ling Yifeng's sudden questioning, and there was no expression similar to distress.

"Then say goodbye." Seeing that he looked normal, Ling Yifeng felt relieved, threw a rag to him, and motioned him to wipe the bowl clean, "Let's go."

Qi Zhongshan didn't say anything more, packed his things and went out.

Ling Yifeng sat at the dining table in a daze for a while, his eyes slowly shifted to the books beside the table.

Qi Zhongshan's workbook.

He stretched out his hand to open it, and the strong and powerful font came into view, which was as handsome as himself.Some notes and key points next to it are scattered and casual, mixed in fragmentary drafts, probably some brief marks that only I can understand, and others need to think carefully about it.

Qi Zhongshan, who has never deliberately revealed his inner thoughts to the outside world, may also need to be speculated by others when they read it.

Thinking of what happened just now, Ling Yifeng suddenly became a little irritable. Before it was completely dark, he packed all the things he wanted to take back into his schoolbag, hesitated for a while, and brought Qi Zhongshan's homework with him .

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Qi Chongshan didn't really leave here directly, but waited until Ling Yifeng came out of the house safe and sound, and after confirming that there were no people following him around, he turned around and left here.

As long as there is nothing wrong with Ling Yifeng now, there is no need to rush to talk about the strangeness in the house just now, let's remind him when there is a suitable time in the future.

It was almost nine o'clock when Qi Zhongshan came home, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no one at home.

Don't look at him being so calm in front of Ling Yifeng, in fact, he really didn't think about how to explain it.

When he entered the room, he almost bumped into the electric steel placed at the corner of the living room, and couldn't help sighing.

In fact, he no longer plays the piano, not even the electric piano. I don’t know why Xu Li is so persistent and refuses to sell it second-hand. Maybe he wants to keep it as a memory, to commemorate this person who has been with him for more than ten years. musical instruments of the year.

It's like Xu Li couldn't understand why he had to bring a box of things with him when he moved, and didn't show it to others.

Probably just to commemorate the person who was involved in his life at the same time as the piano.

Nostalgic, in this he is very similar to Ling Yifeng, or in other words, very similar to the Ling Yifeng in his memory.

Qi Zhongshan turned into the bedroom and casually threw his schoolbag on the ground.

His room is not masculine, it is similar to the room of ordinary high school boys, it is also a mess, and he refuses to ask his parents to help clean it up.The only difference is that he can always accurately find what he wants in a pile of messy things, and at the same time clean up the clutter in the room, so Xu Li just couldn't see it and didn't take any action. Strong means to solve the problem.

Qi Zhongshan tugged at the tangled quilt and clothes on the bed, and fell on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

He suddenly didn't know what to do.

There was silence all around, much quieter than at Ling Yifeng's house just now.

Only the mobile phone that I forgot to bring was vibrating beside the bed.

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