Self-cultivation with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs

"You're living a leisurely life." Sitting on the sofa, Yao Jian said while flipping through the sketchbook in his hand: houses, animals, superheroes, materials drawn in the style of elementary school students, but the drawing is more detailed and can be read for a long time After all, it's also a bit interesting.

With a thought in his mind, he raised his head and said, "Why don't you wait until you go back and ask someone to teach you."

Song Xiaowu was just bringing out the dishes, and when he saw the things in Yao Jian's hands, he realized the meaning of his words, and shook his head: "It's just drawing to pass the time, and it's better to learn it specially."

Yao Jian watched him set the plate, got up and walked over, and asked after sitting down, "You still don't want to go back?"

Song Xiaowu's hand holding the vase froze for a moment, and then he said, "I think it's pretty good to be here."

Yao Jian didn't expose him, seeing that Song Xiaowu lifted the soup pot to scoop up the soup for him, so he passed the bowl over.

Song Xiaowu really has no talent in cooking. He has lived in the manor for almost three months. After inviting the chef and Dr. Liu away, he has been cooking for almost a month. At this level, good or bad taste is entirely a matter of probability.

I still learned that Yao Jianjian was here today. Song Xiaowu deliberately stewed a pot of mung bean tripe soup when he got up in the morning. The finished product now has nothing to do with deliciousness. The material is clean.

He drank half a bowl of soup as a reward, and the two brothers had nothing to say for a while, so they bowed their heads to eat.

"Brother," Song Xiaowu opened his mouth again when he was about to finish eating, "I'll go back with you later to see Dad."

Yao Jian knew that he meant to come back to live here after watching it again, but he didn't persuade him.

It was a cloudy day, and the two of them packed up after dinner and set off down the mountain.The car passed by the lake area, and there were guests from the manor sitting in the shade of a tree fishing and chatting. Song Xiaowu saw him and asked, "Did dad go fishing recently?"

"Going less," Yao Jian said, "The weather is too hot. Dad's health is not as good as before." After saying this, the car drove for a long way, and Yao Jian seemed to remember something, and said, "Where is the Yuan family?" Bian... all the relatives you invited have returned to Jinzhou, and only Yuan Zhizhang was left behind, who seemed to be busy with some serious business, and even said several times that he would come to visit you."

Song Xiaowu still remembered that this person was Yuan Ke's cousin - not because he was careful about this matter, but because the other party had shown a willingness to get close to him since he came to Beijing, inviting him out again and again Play.At that time, Song Xiaowu was full of thoughts, and he was afraid to avoid the Yuan family members, let alone have any contact with him in private; I don't think Yuan Zhizhang is a good friend worth making, so the two have never had much contact.

Hearing Yao Jian's mention at this time, Song Xiaowu was silent for a while, and finally asked: "Then... where are Uncle Yuan and Yuan Ke?"

Yao Jian hesitated for a rare moment, then said, "Yuan Ke is still in the capital."

As soon as he said this, he didn't seem to want to talk anymore, until the car stopped in front of Yao's house, the two brothers didn't talk any more.

After getting out of the car, before entering the door, I saw two people who I never expected to meet were slowly walking towards the door: Mr. Yao and Song Yunmei.

The old man is dressed in a homely way, casual and still has a noble air, while Song Yunmei is wearing a light-colored improved cheongsam, her hair is simply tied into a bun, which is rare and elegant.Both of them were smiling and talking, although their manners were very polite, they were in a very harmonious situation.

Song Xiaowu was stunned for a moment, and in his heart he only said that something was wrong, and he quickly reacted, and walked forward in a few steps: "Mom, why are you here?"

Seeing him, Song Yunmei burst into a smile, called "Xiao Wu", and came to hug him, and then stretched out her hand to rub his face after letting go: "I'm still sad to hear your father say you're playing outside, and finally came here I didn't even see you once, but it just so happens that you're back now."

Hearing this, Song Xiaowu unconsciously glanced at the old man. Seeing the latter looking at him calmly, he breathed a sigh of relief and let Song Yunmei pull him to look him up and down. Black, why are you covering white?"

Song Xiaowu was dumbfounded by her question, so he could only say: "Am I lazy? I hide in the room when I have nothing to do."

Song Yunmei smiled even more, and glanced at the old man again: "Secretary Yao, since Xiao Wu is back, I'll pick him up for dinner the night after tomorrow, do you think it's okay?"

When the old man was at the grassroots level, the first position he held was the deputy secretary of the general party branch of the organization. Song Yunmei still called him that, as if it was a bit nostalgic, but she came here this time, and she did not behave like that at all. Intend.

But for a woman who is still beautiful and has a past with him, ordinary men will be extra tolerant, even the old man is no exception.With a smile, he said: "Of course it depends on whether his child has time, so I will not allow it?"

Song Xiaowu thought about the old man's thoughts, and said kindly: "I just came back, I will stay with my father for two days before going to see you."

Song Yunmei thought for a while: "It's also in time. Mom will pick you up the night after tomorrow, and the car will be parked on the side of the road outside. I'll call you to avoid having to go through the inspection." She smiled at the old man again: "Excuse me. "

Song Xiaowu was originally wondering how she got into Yao's house. Hearing what she said made her even more suspicious. However, looking at the current situation, it was not suitable for him to ask carefully. Moreover, he did not want Song Yunmei to have more contact with the old man. Seeing her leave , and took the initiative to send her out.

When there were only mother and son left, Song Yunmei talked more, asking Song Xiaowu how he was recently, what he was busy with, how the old man treated him, whether the elder brother gave him face, and blamed Song Xiaowu for being heartless. , I didn’t go to see myself for such a long time, and I couldn’t even get through the phone, forcing myself to come to the door to manage Yao’s son.

Song Xiaowu himself was indeed hiding a lot of things from him. Hearing her scolding, he couldn't help feeling guilty, and didn't dare to answer seriously. He could only say a few perfunctory words of good news but not bad, and asked her how she was doing.

Song Yunmei stopped the rambling just now, and smiled, seemingly embarrassed, but also a little unpredictable: "Mom will tell you when I have dinner the day after tomorrow."

Song Xiaowu probably knew it in his heart, but he didn't know if it was the one Song Yunmei met when he went to Mingzhu Island last time. He still hoped that it was the same person: anyway, the time of dating is not too short.

After walking for a while, there was indeed a car parked on the side of the road. Song Yunmei stepped forward and opened the car door familiarly. Song Xiaowu glanced at the driver who was obviously not of Asian race in the front seat, and suddenly felt unreasonable worries Come, but then he tried his best to suppress this emotion, waved to Song Yunmei who sat in, and watched the car gradually go away.