Evening breeze brings summer

Not long after, Xia Wenliang found the notebook in his neat pile of books, turned to Song Yan and said, "Ayan, I found it, you can take it back to read at night, and just return it to me when you finish reading it."

Song Yan reluctantly agreed.

Seeing his appearance, Xia Wenliang sighed helplessly, "If you don't want it, forget it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yan stepped forward and took the notebook in Xia Wenliang's hand, "Who said I don't want it anymore, I'm just afraid that I won't be able to understand it alone."

Xia Wenliang smiled lightly and said: "It's okay, you can ask me if you don't understand." Looking at the time again, Xia Wenliang reminded: "Let's do our homework quickly, you write first, if you don't know, leave it empty, I will I will finish my homework soon, and when I finish, I will teach you how to do it."

After Xia Wenliang finished his homework and looked at Song Yan's, he felt that he was not well. Except for math and English in the morning, Song Yan's other homework basically did not move. Xia Wenliang was surprised: "Why don't you have anything? Write."

Song Yan rubbed his nose and said with a smile, "Isn't this impossible?"

Xia Wenliang could only helplessly say: "How can there be so many?" After thinking for a while, he said: "Then I will teach you some basics in the afternoon, and then you can finish writing tomorrow. By the way, if you don't know it, you can shoot it." Send me the photo."

After hearing this, Song Yan's eyes lit up, and he said impatiently, "Okay, okay."

At six o'clock, Song Yan's cell phone rang. It was Zhao Qing who urged him to go home, saying that his father, Song Yuanjun, had returned from a business trip, and Song Yang, who picked him up, also clamored to see his brother.Song Yan could only say hello to Xia Wenliang that he was going home. When Xia Wenliang sent him out, Yang Lan, who was cooking in the kitchen, came out and asked, "Is Xiao Yan leaving so early? Don't you eat at home?" ?"

Seeing Yang Lan coming out to ask, Song Yan smiled and said, "No, Auntie, next time, my mother is urging me to go home now."

"Well, then come to play at home next time. Wen Liang, you can go and see Xiao Yan off."

Xia Wenliang responded with a cry.

Song Yan said goodbye to Yang Lan: "Goodbye, Auntie."

Xia Wenliang and Song Yan went downstairs, and Song Yan said: "Wen Liang, go up quickly, I'm leaving."

Xia Wenliang shook his head, "I'll accompany you to pick up the car and take you to the entrance of the community."

Song Yan had no choice but to take Xia Wenliang to pick up the car before leaving.

As soon as Song Yan arrived home, Song Yang pounced on him. Speaking of which, they hadn't seen each other for almost a week. Seven-year-old Song Yan happened to be in the first grade this year, so he lived in Zhao's house with Zhao Qing's mother for pick-up and drop-off. Otherwise, Zhao Qing and Once Song Yuanjun got busy, no one took care of Song Yang.

The next Sunday, Song Yan didn't wake up until after ten o'clock in the morning, and was still woken up by Song Yang. After getting up reluctantly, Song Yan took Song Yang downstairs for dinner.

Just after eating, there was a message on the mobile phone. Song Yan ordered Song Yang to take the mobile phone from the table to have a look, and it turned out to be a message from Xia Wenliang.

Xia Wenliang still got up early, memorized vocabulary for a while, finished breakfast, picked up his phone and thought of Song Yan for some reason, so he went out to buy vegetables with Yang Lan in the morning and wanted to ask him how his notes were. , and whether the things taught yesterday are useful, and whether the homework is smoother.

Song Yan watched Xia Wenliang ask him about his studies, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. It was already eleven o'clock after he finished his meal. How could this be? !He could only return to Xia Wenliang and said: "I haven't had time to read the notes yet."

"Well, then you study hard, and I won't bother you."

Seeing the news of Xia Wenliang's return, Song Yan gave up the idea of ​​going to play games and prepared to go upstairs to do homework.

In the afternoon, Song Yan took Xia Wenliang's nap time and sent a message to ask Xia Wenliang for advice. Although some questions were really idiotic, Xia Wenliang answered Song Yan patiently.

On the other hand, Zhao Qing, who had been following Song Yan, was surprised that her son had started studying.