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"hiss--"

Cang Erdong was scalded by the hot soy milk, bit the tip of his tongue and inhaled, stared at his mother's back in the kitchen for a while, then picked up the thermos and walked upstairs.

But when one foot stepped on the steps, he was stopped: "Dongdong? Have you finished your breakfast?"

Cang Erdong turned half of his body and came over, blinking: "En, um."

Chen Nian looked amusedly at his son's thermos cup and the hot air floating around, walked over and pinched his face: "The soy milk is too hot, let it cool for a while, you are so serious about studying recently, it's hard to stay in the room." I can't come out."

The child stood on tiptoe and begged for another close kiss. He muttered a few words that he didn't do his homework well, so he sloppily went upstairs, leaving Chen Nian alone at the bottom of the stairs to recall his time in high school, not every day When he went out to play, he just copied Fang Yu's homework. He was very pleased that his son could study so hard.

It's a pity that Cang Erdong who walked upstairs was not thinking about such serious things as reading - his hand holding the thermos was trembling uncontrollably, and the milky white liquid had suspicious ripples.

Before entering the door, he took a deep breath. From the angle he was standing, he could see that the study room was not closed. His father was sitting in front of the computer and looking at something. During the break of drinking tea, he saw him looking towards him and casting a questioning look at him.

Cang Erdong fled back into the room, panting with his back against the door, but before he could calm down, the devil came to the door.

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"Little ones!"

Cang Erdong was so loud that he dropped the pen in his hand, but when he looked up, he saw a drone carrying a mobile phone hovering outside the window, and his godfather's face took up the entire screen.

"Dad, can you go play with my mother? My mother is busy and my godmother is definitely not busy."

Fang Qiusheng waved his own father away, not to mention Cang Erdong who was so unintimidated, even he hadn't recovered yet.

——The two of them were doing their homework seriously, but in fact they had just cleaned it up not long ago. The messy bed behind them still hinted at the absurdity just now, and they were doing even more shady things.

His hand along Cang Erdong's thigh had already reached the point where it was about to be triggered, and the other party pinched the pen to leave a long line of unknown meaning on the homework, and in a few seconds, it would not be the current serious study scene.

But in the end, the teasing was abruptly interrupted, Fang Qiusheng smiled, and the pen under the table had been broken, but fortunately, he couldn't see anything from the angle of the drone.

Qiu Sinian obviously didn't have the functions of mind reading and clairvoyance, so he continued to harass with excitement: "Don't be so indifferent, school will start in a few days, let's go for a walk with Dad!"

"Who walks who is not sure."

Fang Qiusheng responded angrily, propped his chin and peeked at Cang Erdong, there was still powder on the other's face, floating on his cheeks, which made him feel better for no reason.

In fact, when I was young, my father always took the two of them out to activities from time to time. Although he didn't know his identity, he would pretend to draw a number to draw him, and then satisfy his own psychology of kissing and hugging his son in front of the public.

Speaking of it, I still miss those days. After all, most children like to be the focus of the public, but later I found out that when he was on stage, Dongdong would be hugged and pinched by various staff members. After that, he was not very happy. As I grew older, I no longer cared about such funny tricks, and I didn't participate in any activities of my father anymore.

"Is it the movie promotion?"

Cang Erdong finally came back to his senses, bit his pen and asked, he vaguely remembered that the classmate who invited Fang Qiusheng had mentioned this day.

"Ah, godfather is so touched, Dongdong is such a caring little baby!"

Cang Erdong tilted his head to look at Qiu Sinian's exaggerated face on the phone, and frowned: "Is the godfather too angry?"

Qiu Sinian choked for a moment, tried to put on a smiling face and denied: "How is it possible! Why does Dongdong think so?"

"Because you haven't called us before." Cang Erdong looked at Qiu Sinian seriously, "It's okay godfather, celebrities always have to pass their time."

The drone dangled in the air, and before Qiu Sinian could say anything, it crashed.

At the same time, Fang Yu's voice came from upstairs: "Qiu Si Nian, the crew called to ask about the drone, when did you secretly bring the drone back?"

After the question was over, the atmosphere became rare and quiet. The two children sat at the desk, finally regaining the feeling of being as calm as water before the Chinese New Year.

The big star downstairs hid from his wife like a paparazzi, squatting in the bamboo forest used for decoration in the community, pitying the mobile phone he won in the lottery during the company's year-end event, tried a few times, and turned it on again.

He fiddled with it in surprise, and found that the video recording function was turned on when the plane got up just now, so he opened it curiously.

On the disjointed screen, the scene flew up unsteadily. Behind the window, two children were sitting in the warm winter sun, both absent-mindedly doing their homework, their bodies unconsciously leaning toward each other.

After he yelled loudly, Cang Erdong tended to fall. Fang Qiusheng didn't even lift his eyes, but pinched his wrist precisely and quickly, and pulled him back. In the end, only his hands fell to the ground. in a pen.

When the video was put here, the screen of the phone flickered and disappeared again. Qiu Sinian held its corpse and thought with some emotion, who did Fang Qiusheng look like? He was so gentle and reliable, probably himself. .

In the distance, Fang Yu had already spotted the drone that had fallen downstairs, and two children stood by the window to point out his direction.He squinted his eyes and looked at the past, vaguely thinking of the place under his feet in the past, children liked to dig a few small holes and played with a few crystal clear marbles tirelessly.

When the marbles hit each other, they made a crisp sound, refracting rainbow-colored light, just like the feelings of young people, irrelevant, but also a good feeling.

It's just that there are a few of them that are a bit expensive to make, and they are all lost. Now he is digging the soil, wondering if he can make a fortune so that his wife can beat him lightly.