you and the champion are mine

The next day, Song Yang woke up a little late, and the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to check the news on his phone.

The little penguin lit up.

He nodded excitedly, and closed his eyebrows and eyes.

All are messages from the classmate group. Due to the 2G network limitation, all the messages received are——sorry, it is inconvenient for your client to view this message.

There is a sense of isolation.

Song Yang washed up and went downstairs, and saw Mr. Song doing a live broadcast.This is a new function launched by the online school to facilitate students to ask questions.Not only that, Song Jingshan often conducts free live broadcasts on Weibo, and has accumulated nearly a million fans. He is often called "an old Internet celebrity in economics and trade" by his colleagues.

This year's exam time is approaching, and Mr. Song is not stopping at home.

Song Yang is used to this, but his father usually broadcasts live in the study, and today he moved to the living room for some reason.

Something weird.

He added some water to the dog's basin, then went to the refrigerator to find some sliced ​​bread and stuffed it into his bag, ready to take it on the subway.

"Where are you going again?" Song Jingshan stopped him.

Song Yang didn't expect his father to be distracted during the live broadcast, he was stunned, and threw out an old excuse: "Go to the library."

"Why do you go out in the wild all day long? Your mother ordered you not to go out today." Song Jingshan said.

"why?"

"No reason, isn't there a place for you to do your homework at home? You always go to the library."

Song Yang finally understood that his father squatted outside to block him, because his mother suspected him of falling in love.

So he pretended to compromise and went upstairs, and ran away while his father was not paying attention.

But he didn't expect his father to suspend the live broadcast to catch up.

Song Jingshan grabbed his schoolbag and said, "Who do you want to see now? Are you running so fast?"

Song Yang staggered, turned around, and smiled all over his face: "Did you play for real today, Dad? Don't you always broadcast live?"

"Your mother doesn't allow you to go out," Song Jingshan said while dragging him back, "Stay at home obediently today, and don't go anywhere. Don't delay my class."

Song Yang picked up an osmanthus tree in the hospital, and did not let go: "You are restricting my personal freedom, which is against the law. If I file a lawsuit, you will be finished."

Song Jingshan was amused by his son's theory, but he still didn't let go: "If I let you out today, I'm finished."

"What?"

"Your mother has to deduct one month's salary from me."

Song Yang chuckled, his eyes were bent with joy, and he hooked Song Jingshan's neck in every way: "Dad, why don't we form an alliance? Tell me when my mother will come back, and I will definitely be home early, so I won't hinder you." Take living expenses, and how about I give you an extra 500 yuan a month?"

"You think I'm engaged in intelligence work?" Song Jingshan pushed his palm on his back, "Hurry up and write the papers for me in the house. The compulsory exam questions your mother bought for you just arrived today. Not willing to tear it down."

"..."

In this way, Song Yang lost his job in the archery.But to him, the loss of his job is not worth mentioning. The point is that the relationship between master and apprentice that has just warmed up is shattered.

He went back to the room, clutching the 2G mobile phone, sent a message to Li Xun impassionedly, edited and edited a small essay, explained the whole story, and explained the suspected relationship together, and finally expressed his apology helplessly, saying that the umbrella I'm afraid it will have to be sent.

He thought that Li Xun should give him an analysis of how to deal with this situation. After all, Li Xun was one of the few adults he knew who seemed very intelligent.Even without these, there will probably be some comforting words, for example, it's okay, I will teach you later.

Since the "cultural relic" does not have a background login function, you have to lift the lid to know if there is any information coming in. In half an hour, he picked it up and put it down countless times, and the lid was almost broken by him.

Finally, the little penguin on the interface flickered.

Only one word.

Ok.

He wasn't even rewarded with any unnecessary care.

It made people feel as if he only read the last line and replied.

Song Yang closed the phone and collapsed on the bed in a daze.

Today's temperature is not high, and the weather is not very good. There are dark clouds drifting here in the distance, and it looks like it will rain again.

The bed was bought when I was in elementary school, and it was only 1.9 meters long. He had long hands and legs, and when he was fully stretched out, he would always kick a piece of wood at the end of the bed, so he had to take the pillow and push it against the head of the bed.

I don't know if it was the weather or some other reason, but his chest was a little stuffy, which made his already bad mood even worse.

He thought that after getting along with him last night, Li Xun would regard him as a friend...

Perhaps it was because I had high expectations for the word "later" that Li Xun casually mentioned.

He thought that his appearance or departure might not matter to Li Xun, just like the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus smelled by the roadside, nothing would be left behind.

At this time, Li Xun was "crossing the catastrophe" in the hospital.

Li Chuyi didn't know what he had eaten in the morning, and he started to have a stomachache, vomiting and diarrhea, and cried until he crowed.

On weekends, the hospital was full of people. Li Xun hugged her to queue up for registration, and ran into an old lady who jumped in line. She finally got the number. The child had a stomachache. Paper towels, buying water, finding outpatient clinics, I was so busy that I was dizzy.

He saw the news in the outpatient room, and the doctor happened to ask him what the child had eaten in the morning. In a hurry, he only had time to reply "um" and put away the phone.

When Li Chuyi heard the doctor said that she was going to get an injection, she cried in fright, and howled in a small voice, and the whole building knew that she was afraid of needles.

Li Xun coaxed her with lollipops and small fish intestines, but it didn't work. Finally, the doctor prescribed some pills to calm her down.

On the way back driving, he always felt that there was something to deal with, but he couldn't think of it. When he got home, he found that the landlady had brought a few people to look at the house.

"I'm really sorry to bother you." The landlady looked at them apologetically, holding a bunch of fruits in her hand, "They are all freshly picked from the orchard. You can try them."

"Thank you." Li Guotao pushed the wheelchair aside, "Just look around, it's just that I haven't cleaned it up in the past two days, and it's a little messy."

The landlady brought in a family of three and wandered around the house.

Li Xun is a bit busy right now, if the landlord hadn't brought someone over, he would have forgotten about finding a house.

Fortunately, the landlord's wife is an enthusiastic person, and she also knows the special situation of their family. She asked an intermediary friend to ask about the house.She dug out a bunch of information on the phone and handed it to Li Xun, saying: "This is some houses I asked the agent to ask about. If you can't see clearly in the pictures, you can go to the site to see it. Or do you have any other houses?" You can also tell me if you want."

There are girls and disabled people in the family, so Li Xun's requirements for the family are quite high.

The house should have a balcony to ensure sufficient light, at least three bedrooms, a clean bathroom and kitchen, close to the primary school, and barrier-free access.

Finally he added: "It's better to be cheaper."

Li Xun has lived here in Shangling District for many years, and the landlord has not raised the rent, and has maintained the house price seven or eight years ago. After looking at it suddenly, he found that the price of the same house outside has almost doubled.

The landlady said, "There is a slightly cheaper one in Xiaoshan District, and the house is bigger."

Li Xun was about to enter the address when he accidentally discovered that the name of this neighborhood matched the historical search records from last night.

Yuqing District.

The place where Song Yang's family lives.

The landlady warmly introduced: "Don't think this place is a bit far away, the environment is very good, there are supermarkets and hospitals around, and the subway entrance is just around the corner, so it's very convenient to go anywhere, the most important thing is I know the head of the household, she is my son's middle school teacher, she is very enthusiastic, think about it, if there is anything you don't understand after the beginning of your family, you can also ask the teacher, how good it is."

"Is the teacher older? Male or female?"

"Female, in her 40s, about the same as me, her wife left early, and she lives alone, so it won't affect you."

Li Xun looked at the photos of the house, it was a small villa, the first floor was for the owner's own use, and the first floor was rented out.

That's good, there is a caregiver upstairs and downstairs, in case Dad bumps into something or something happens, someone will find out in time.Same-sex aunts are not a threat to Chuzhi, they are very safe.

Those who came to see the house were very satisfied with the place, and before leaving, they asked how long it would take for them to move out.

Li Xun did not embarrass the landlady, and said, "We will do it as soon as possible."

Two heavy rains took away the last sliver of summer heat in Nancheng, and the sky began to cool down completely.

Saturday is the Double Ninth Festival, and Song Jingshan sent his son to the old street to buy some fresh and warm Double Ninth Cakes.

Li Huiying yelled in the kitchen: "Buy some more and send some to Teacher Sun's house."

Song Yang gestured for counting money.

Song Jingshan took out four steel coins from his pocket, Song Yang said with disgust, "It's not enough for me to buy a bottle of water."

"You want to buy fairy water, three and five yuan is not enough?"

"Hey..." Song Yang sighed deeply, "Some people, on the surface, are internet celebrities with millions of fans, but they don't even have a whole lot of money behind their backs."

Li Huiying giggled in the kitchen.

Song Yang went back after buying pastries, and saw a moving truck parked by the side of the road. One worker who moved the goods said to the other: "You should take it easy, it's all price-guaranteed things."

Song Yang glanced curiously, then immediately stepped back to take a closer look.

What was handed down from the car was a large cardboard box, which was full of grips and limbs of competitive bows, full of various styles.The things are heavy, and it is a bit difficult for the workers to hold them, and they will be sweating profusely after a while.

In addition, there was a large box of arrows stored in the carriage. Due to the insufficient height of the carton, densely packed arrow feathers protruded.

One of the black and gold ones was quite familiar, and Song Yang's heart skipped a beat.

They were the same type of arrow as the one by his bedside.

For a whole ten years, even if he was only shown an arrow tail, he would not admit it wrong.

"Hey," the worker who moved the goods yelled at him, "Don't touch it randomly, I won't be able to afford it if I break it."

"It's ok."

A voice belonging to another person sounded from behind Song Yang, like the wind blowing around his ears, light and gentle.