Brother Xia's favorite

Xia Yifeng discovered that Song Chen's greatest hobby was reading, no matter what kind of books he read, his own textbooks and homework were still the tomes brought back by Xia Jianguo, Song Chen could read with relish all day long with a small dictionary in his hands Xia Yifeng was speechless.

Xia Yifeng asked Yang Shuzhen: "You don't read stupidly, do you? It's hard to talk."

Yang Shuzhen raised her hand and flicked on Xia Yifeng's forehead: "I don't like reading and still think of your younger brother? School is about to start, can you finish your homework? I don't want to be asked by your teacher to be a parent again. It's embarrassing." Shame!"

Xia Yifeng clutched his forehead and rushed back to the room, walked around Song Chen lying on the desk sullenly for half a circle, mustered up the courage to get the homework on the desk, finally let out a discouraged cry, and fell down Go back to the bed and put a big character.

Song Chen turned his head inexplicably, Xia Yifeng waved his hand at Song Chen impatiently: "Reading your book, your brother is annoying."

Xia Yifeng is really annoying. None of his group has good grades. Zhou Mao called yesterday to ask him to take homework and copy it back. Bear the thunderous wrath of the old class.

In the past, the old class would at most pull Yang Shuzhen over to take a parent-child education class, and then Yang Shuzhen would go home and play a women's singles game for Xia Yifeng.But this year when Xia Jianguo was at home, Xia Yifeng was a little uncertain about Xia Jianguo's reaction. Xia Yifeng thought he might not be able to bear Xia Jianguo's fist that looked like an iron hammer hitting him on the back.

Thinking about Xia Yifeng made him even more worried, but he was unwilling to do homework on his own. He tossed and turned the pancakes on the bed, and kept muttering in his mouth: "You know your homework when you do your homework. Why don't you let the rhubarb next door gnaw a few bites into pieces?" ?”

Song Chen turned his head and looked at Xia Yifeng silently for a while, pouted his head and thought for a while, then walked to the bedside with a few math homework books, flipped a page casually before Xia Yifeng's eyes.

Xia Yifeng stared: "What's wrong? I won't do it!"

Song Chen tapped on the exercise with his delicate fingertips, Xia Yifeng glanced at it, then his eyes widened suddenly, he got up quickly, pulled the homework in Song Chen's hand and looked over and over in amazement.

Someone had already filled in the answers to each question with a pencil. Xia Yifeng randomly found a simple one, counted with his fingers for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion that the answer was correct.

Xia Yifeng looked at Song Chen with bright eyes: "You did it?"

Song Chen nodded, with no expression on his face.

Xia Yifeng was surprised: "You can also do the fifth grade questions?"

Song Chen nodded again.

Xia Yifeng was immediately overjoyed, he was not at all ashamed to ask his three-year-old brother to help with his homework, Xia Yifeng went through the math homework side by side, and found that Song Chen had filled in everything without any hesitation, and guessed it was correct The rate is quite high.

Xia Yifeng was overjoyed, raised his head and laughed three times, suddenly pulled Song Chen over, bent down and kissed Song Chen hard on the face, and praised Song Chen by smashing his mouth after the kiss. Chen: "My brother is really capable!"

Song Chen was stunned for more than ten seconds, then suddenly came back to his senses, pushed Xia Yifeng away with a look of disgust, and rubbed his arm on his small face for a long time.Xia Yifeng looked at Song Chen's small movements and laughed straight away: "Oh, you still hate your brother's slobber? Come on, don't be hypocritical, come and help your brother with his Chinese homework!"

In addition to doing two exercise books for Chinese homework, the teacher also asked me to practice a copybook every day.Song Chen, who was dragged to the desk, looked at it in embarrassment, raised his eyes and told Xia Yifeng cherishing the words like gold: "The words are different."

Xia Yifeng curled his lips indifferently: "There are so many homework in the class, who would notice it! Write quickly, and your brother's life will be in your hands."

Song Chen gave Xia Yifeng a blank look with eyes like an idiot, Xia Yifeng pressed him hard, Song Chen was too lazy to talk to Xia Yifeng, took the copybook and began to write stroke by stroke.Xia Yifeng glanced at it casually, feeling a little guilty in his heart. The handwriting written by the little boy who has not yet entered the third grade is much more correct than the handwriting written by his elder brother who is about to be in the sixth grade. Xia Yifeng's handwriting cannot be called calligraphy. It can be called ghosts to draw peach charms.

It took Song Chen three days to finish the homework for Xia Yifeng for the entire summer vacation. Xia Yifeng was so happy that he called Zhou Maoxian to show off: "Fatty! I finished my homework! Can you do it?"

Zhou Mao howled ghostly on the other end of the phone: "We agreed to share weal and woe! You are deliberately cheating me, Xia Yifeng! I am the only one who doesn't do my homework, and the old class still drowns me with spit!"

Xia Yifeng pretended to comfort Zhou Mao: "How can it be? Da Zeng definitely didn't write it. The two of you just happen to be together. This time I won't accompany you hahaha!"

"Xia Yifeng, please remember!" Zhou Mao yelled sadly, "I will isolate you with Da Zeng..."

Xia Yifeng was so happy that he hung up the phone before Zhou Mao complained, and laughed for a long time while covering his stomach.

About Song Chen's schooling, Xia Jianguo had contacted the school early in the morning. He read the same class as Xia Yifeng. According to Song Chen's current progress, he should be in the third grade.When Zhou Mao led Zhou Xiaoguo to wait downstairs at Xia Yifeng's house with a bitter face, Xia Yifeng was frantically packing homework into his schoolbag, and asked Song Chen to peel an egg and put it to his mouth, taking a big bite in a hurry.

Yang Shuzhen stared at Xia Yifeng: "It's not cleaned up at all! Look at your brother, I've been waiting for your boss for a long time!"

Song Chen was dressed vigorously and stood aside with a small schoolbag on his back, his hair was neatly combed, while filling Xia Yifeng's mouth with breakfast, he also poured a glass of water and handed it over.

Xia Yifeng drank a big cup in Song Chen's hand, sighed comfortably, squinted his eyes at Song Chen and smiled straight: "My brother is so good!"

Song Chen ignored Xia Yifeng, and rubbed his toes on the ground impatiently, signaling Xia Yifeng to move faster.

Xia Yifeng threw his bulging schoolbag over his shoulder, and took Song Chen's little hand out the door. Yang Shuzhen told Xia Yifeng loudly from behind: "Watch out for your brother! Remember to take him home after school!"

Xia Yifeng raised his hands, unable to speak with something wrapped in his mouth, he dragged Song Chen down the stairs in two or three steps, and joined Zhou Mao brothers and sisters who were waiting downstairs.

It was the first time for Zhou Mao and Zhou Xiaoguo to see Song Chen. The two brothers and sisters were extremely curious and surrounded Song Chen to ask questions.But Song Chen just followed Xia Yifeng sullenly, no matter what Zhou Mao asked, Song Chen didn't open his mouth.Zhou Mao was depressed, and he frowned and asked Xia Yifeng: "Is your brother a little slow in responding?"

"Slow?" Xia Yifeng raised his eyebrows, and suddenly squeezed Song Chen's face in a gentle way. Song Chen shot almost at the same time, and slapped Xia Yifeng's paw hard.

Xia Yifeng looked at Song Chen and smiled: "Where is it slow? The reaction is fast!"

Song Chen glared at Xia Yifeng with big black and white eyes, pursed his mouth and walked a few steps forward, distanced himself from Xia Yifeng.Xia Yifeng giggled and chased after him, stretched out his arms to wrap Song Chen in his arms, and dragged Song Chen to the school gate with his shoulders and backs in a daze, regardless of Song Chen's desperate struggle.