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Song Yan's father and Cheng Ran's father are colleagues.

The two families live opposite each other, and the two little boys are worthy of the name, um, bamboo horses and bamboo horses.

Song Yan liked to run to Cheng's house when he was a child.

Uncle Cheng is a big kid. Every day after work, he takes the two kids to play cats, dogs, and kites to catch grasshoppers. Scream and laugh.

Cheng Ran's mother is He Mingxi, a well-known fashion designer, gentle, gentle, and elegant. Everyone praises Aunt He for her temperament, and standing with Uncle Cheng is a perfect couple.Every time Song Yan came to the house, she would put down the design draft in her hand and go to the refrigerator to get him chocolates with a smile.The chocolate has black and white patterns and various shapes of shells. Cheng Ran said that it was brought from Belgium by her mother's friend. It is very expensive and delicious.

Cheng Ran likes to eat chocolate, but He Mingxi is afraid that he will eat too much tooth decay, so only when Song Yan comes to play with him, he will take out chocolate and give each of them two pieces.Cheng Ran is caught by gluttons every day. Eating chocolate is like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, but after two mouthfuls, he licks the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on the two pieces in Song Yan's hand: "A Yan, I'll play for you." Let me play with my little tin train all afternoon, can you give me some chocolate?"

Xiao Song Yan obediently gave him the chocolate.

Of course, he didn't want to play with the tin train either, he always watched Cheng Ran play with it.Song Yan felt that playing with toys was not as interesting as watching Cheng Ran play with toys.

"Go ahead and play," he pushed the little train back to Cheng Ran's hand, "I won't, just watch you play."

Cheng Ran laughed, showing his bald front teeth that were only in primary school. He patted Song Yan on the shoulder and said in a serious manner: "A Yan, you are so kind, we will be brothers for life!"

Song Yan nodded, looking at Cheng Ran's smiling face like a sunflower, he suddenly wanted to poke his fat cheek.

"Good," he said.

Song Yan played at Cheng Ran's house for a day, until the short hand of the clock pointed to "5", he told He Mingxi: "Mom told me to go home for dinner at five o'clock."

Cheng Yingfang, who had just got off work, asked him to stay for a while: "Stay here for dinner, your Aunt He must have cooked some good food."

"No," Song Yan ran to the porch to put on his shoes, and told Cheng Yingfang, "If you come home late, mom will be angry, and then she will quarrel with dad again."

The couple looked at each other, but no one spoke.

"Ayanna, will you come to my house to play tomorrow?" Cheng Ran poked his head out of the room, "I'll ask my dad to take us fishing in the suburbs!"

Song Yan frowned, looking a bit embarrassed: "My mother said that tomorrow I will memorize words at home and do Mathematical Olympiads, so I can't go out."

"Okay—" Cheng Ran dragged his tone, unable to hide his disappointment.

Song Yan returned home.

Across two anti-theft doors, it was so quiet that one could hear one's breath.

"It's already five o'clock three," Fu Sheng said while giving Song Hengsheng soup, "how many times have I told you to come back before five o'clock, you are good, you can't hold back when you play a few more times, isn't it? You don’t even want to read books anymore? Don’t think that you are only in the first grade now, if you don’t pay attention to it, you will be left behind by others if you are not careful, and there will be no time to cry!”

"It's okay, okay, can you say a few words less, I can't even eat a meal!" Song Heng stopped Fu Sheng impatiently.

"Song Heng, what do you mean? I quit my job for this family. I was so busy and disgraced because of you two. Now I am annoying you if I say a few words for Xiao Yan? When I get old, don't you just want to put me in a hurry?" Am I thrown into a nursing home?!"

Song Hengben was annoyed by things at work, and happened to find a reason to explode. He said impatiently: "Aren't you finished! I'll let you say a few words when you eat, where do you get so many opinions!"

Fu Sheng threw his soup spoon on the ground vigorously, and the sound of porcelain shattering was harsh: "I am endless? You don't have to worry about family affairs when you are in love, you are relaxed!"

"Do you have to mess around like this?"

"Huh? Don't you just dislike me! I have no skills and culture, and I will be a small employee until my death. I can't compare with you, and of course I can't compare with the big designer next door!"

"What designer, I really don't know what you are thinking all day long!"

Song Yan took it for granted, after changing his shoes, he went to the kitchen to wash his hands, served his meal, went to the dining table to pick up his favorite dishes, and brought them back to his room.

The door lock clicked, and Song Yan began to eat.

The commotion outside started to get louder. While eating, he turned on the small radio to listen to the English broadcast that started at [-]:[-] on time. After listening for a while, he turned up the volume.

It was loud enough to cover the sound of Fu Sheng smashing things and Song Heng's loud scolding.

After eating, Song Yan put the bowl and chopsticks aside, and took out the Mathematical Olympiad problem to do.

After finishing this article, they should have finished arguing.

Song Heng and Cheng Yingfang joined the company together, they have similar qualifications, everyone habitually discusses them together.

Song Heng is the taciturn type. He is dedicated to work and willing to study. He has excellent professional ability, and everyone admires him. Although Cheng Yingfang is slightly less capable, he is bright and enthusiastic, willing to solve problems for everyone, and everyone likes dealing with him.

When they reached their age, they begged for a daughter-in-law, and they were often put together by long-tongued women.He Mingxi is an official designer of a big company. He has achieved a lot at a young age, dresses stylishly and is decent, and treats people kindly and gently. I don’t stay at home anymore. I met her on the way to buy vegetables. After chatting for a long time, I would say “I’m going to pick up my Xiaoyan from school” or “I made soup for Song Heng, so I have to go back and have a look”, walking hurriedly. There is no figure, so when talking about her, everyone can only praise her as a good wife and mother, gentle and virtuous.

Everyone thought that Xiao Song was good at everything, but the daughter-in-law he chose was too well-behaved and had a fly in the ointment.

Fu Sheng was personally selected by Grandma Song Yan and arranged for a blind date.Song Heng was cowardly and foolish, and the two got married after a few meetings.Shortly after marriage, she became pregnant with Song Yan, so Fu Sheng simply resigned from the public office and stayed at home with her husband and children.

Those who are interested find out that Song Heng and He Mingxi are high school classmates, they are both top students in their class, and they can be regarded as leaders in their respective industries after graduation and work.The words were hinting at something, which meant that Fu Sheng, a small clerk, was not good enough for Song Heng.The rumors are repeated three times and two times, and finally they can always be passed back to the ears of the person concerned. Song Heng has always been dull and never cared about such things, and Fu Sheng has been the jewel in the palm of a well-off family since he was a child, and he has never been underestimated or even ridiculed. , but her upbringing told her that she should not hurt her peace because of such a trivial matter, so she just swallowed her grievances in her stomach.

Song Heng has outstanding abilities and has been promoted step by step. He sat in a high position at a young age, so he naturally spends more time on work, and it is common for him to be away from home for two or three days.Fu Sheng had been listening to non-existent rumors for a long time, and always felt that Song Heng despised her, and felt uneasy, and frequently found excuses to quarrel with Song Heng.

Maybe she subconsciously felt that as long as Song Heng was still willing to quarrel with her, then he still had her in his heart.

"Do you think that an ignorant housewife like me is embarrassing you? Hmph, that's such a pity. You have no one like Cheng Yingfang, and you married a well-known designer as your wife!"

The process is long, with countless trivial outbursts, which grind the two hearts to the blood, and grind out a layer of numb cocoons.They weren't close enough at first, and then they went further and further away.

Finally one day--

"Fu Sheng, now I really, don't know why I married you in the first place. I can't even figure out how you became like this."

"If it wasn't for the fear of affecting Xiao Yan, you thought I would be willing to live with you!"

There was another long silence, and the couple had mixed feelings.

The door of the room lying on the side opened, and Song Yan came out with her schoolbag on her back.He went to the tea table, poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, and said, "The Civil Affairs Bureau does not work on Sundays, and there will be staff tomorrow. From 02:30 am to 05:30 am, and from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] pm."

The couple looked at their son, puzzled by his calmness and surprised by his thoughts.

He put down his water glass and went to the entrance to change his shoes, "I'm off to school, I have evening study today."

Song Yan lived in school and didn't go home until Friday.

There is no smell of soup in the kitchen anymore.

Fu Sheng has already moved out, and she has few things, most of which are in the bedroom of the two of them. After moving out, there is no big difference in the house.

They have gone through the divorce procedures, and Song Yan was sentenced to Song Heng.

Not unexpected either.

The small dark green books and the agreement were thrown casually on the coffee table in the living room.Song Yan glanced at it from afar, then went back to his room to put his schoolbag.

——Song Heng works overtime every day, and there is no one at home.

It was getting dark, so he took his keys and went out, intending to go downstairs to buy some fast food to fill his stomach.

When I got to the convenience store shelf, I dismissed the idea out of thin air.

——Really, I don’t want to go back to that lifeless home again.

He put his wallet back in his pocket and walked out of the convenience store, walking aimlessly on the road in City Z.

As we walked, the tall street lamps lit up, casting round pieces of warm yellow one after another.

As he walked, he thought about something—

"If Song Heng works overtime every three days and holds meetings, you should always ask him for some pocket money. How much is more appropriate for a month?"

"Ms. Liu has repeatedly emphasized the last question in the analysis book today. I guess he will give the paper next time, and it is very likely that he will take the exam."

"The black cat at the gate of the school has a bulging belly. It is probably about to give birth. Winter is coming. How do they survive?"

"What if there is a parent-teacher meeting? My mother used to go there, but now I can't even talk."

"Cheng Ran. Cheng Ran should know that the two of them are divorced. This idiot might be sadder than me."

——How could you think of him so naturally?

Song Yan came back to his senses, looked up and looked around, and found that he had already walked downstairs to Cheng Ran's house.

Cheng Ran moved to a new home last year.

He also invited Song Yan to play a few times, but in the end, he got close when he didn't live in the opposite door, and Song Yan couldn't open the door for any reason and go to Cheng Ran like before.

He stood downstairs, looked at the closed unit door, then backed away, and sat down on the edge of the small flower bed.

He dared not ring his doorbell, dared not enter his house.

It's so shameful, a child from a broken family stands in front of a happy family of three.

Though it wasn't his fault, nor theirs.

The wind at night was a bit strong, rustling the leaves of the osmanthus tree, Song Yan stood up.

He was hungry, and since he was not going to bother him, filling his stomach was the most important thing.

I never thought I would have such good luck:

"Ayan?" Cheng Ran's eyes were bright, he saw his friend a few steps away, and his tone was cheerful and pleasantly surprised, "Ha, it's really you! I even told my dad to play golf with you next weekend!"

"En." Song Yan didn't know how to respond to his enthusiasm, so he could only respond vaguely.

"Are you here to play with me?" He walked over, "Don't go up, my parents are fighting again!" Cheng Ran grabbed Song Yan's neck and walked towards the supermarket in the neighborhood with his arms around him. "My dad said it was my mom's turn to do the dishes today, but my mom said it was my dad's turn to do the dishes yesterday and he didn't do it! Oh, what's the point of arguing about how old you are?"

"Then my mother gave me 50 yuan and asked me to go out to play! Ah Yan, let's go buy cookies! The new ones in the convenience store are delicious! You can buy two boxes for 20 yuan! One box of chocolates and one box of milk We can eat instead!"

——Really, childish.

I'm in my first year of high school, and I can still be so happy about two boxes of cookies.

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

——Fortunately, Cheng Ran is still the same.

The author has something to say:

Little abuse... right... the kind that came back after a chapter of sweetness! ! !

I don't know if I can pass level [-]...

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