school grass is not white

On Saturday afternoon, a rare leisure, Lin Bubai watched the NBA broadcast in the living room.

There are two or three small pink glass bottles on the coffee table, which are the rose sauce that Curly gave him yesterday.

When he saw the intermission, he stood up and picked up his teacup, ready to pour himself some ice water from the refrigerator to quench his thirst.

"It's not for nothing." Father Lin suddenly appeared behind the sofa and shook his hand at him, "Come here."

Lin Bubai walked over. His father was uncharacteristically serious today, as if he had something very important to tell him, so he couldn't help but get serious.

"It's not in vain, look, I'm old too, and your mother is too busy and doesn't have much time. Our family is neither big nor small. You are old too, and it's time for you to take on the important responsibilities of the family." Father Lin Patting Lin Bubai on the shoulder, "Before your mother comes back, I have a very important mission for you!"

Lin Bubai nodded, not knowing what to do.

"Dad, what is it, I will try my best!"

"Hey, good son!"

Lin's father put the mop in Lin Bubai's hand directly, and said, "Hurry up and mop the floor before your mother comes back!"

Ji Dian's complexion is not very good recently, Lin Bubai secretly guessed the reason, but he couldn't, so he told Lin's mother.Mother Lin was shocked, she killed the chicken, boiled ginseng and ground black beans, and waited for the family.

During dinner, Lin Bubai deeply felt the pain of "other people's children".

In particular, this "child from someone else's family" who lived in the legend has a concrete image.

Lin Ma served the soup, finally sat down, and said suddenly: "Hey, let me tell you something funny."

"Please."

Lin Bubai stood up and gave Ji Dian a spoonful of ginseng chicken soup. The astragalus in the soup gave off a faint fragrance of traditional Chinese medicine.

"A colleague of mine bought a rice cooker for 5000 yuan recently."

"So expensive?"

Lin Bubai obediently picked up the shrimp that Ji Dian had caught for him in the bowl, and carefully pushed aside.

"That's right, the ones from South Korea have super intelligent voice control, and can understand human speech!"

"What's so funny about that?"

"You listen to me, drink, in the end, that rice cooker can't understand Chinese!"

Lin Bubai was so violently poked at the point of laughter, he stretched out his chopsticks in the air and shook them.

The shrimp he peeled for Ji Dian fell into the soup bowl in front of Ji Dian, splashing out a small splash of astragalus flavor.

After dinner, Lin Bubai was rushed back to his room to study.

Ji Dian followed behind and went upstairs, holding the fruit plate that Mama Lin gave him in his hand.

Lin Bubai stood in front of the desk, and shook the high math test paper in his hand full of strange symbols, and there was a "crash, clatter".

"What is this!" The wheat-colored lines looked aggrieved under the light, "What the hell is this!"

Lin Bubai would rather run another ten kilometers every morning than sit here and stare at the test papers like an old monk.

Ji Dian held down the slightly impatient wheat-colored man, inserted a piece of cantaloupe with a fork, and stuffed it into Lin Bubai's mouth.

The wheat-colored skin is full of youthful vigor, the shirt is rolled into half sleeves, and the figure is slender and lined.Lin Bubai licked the juice from the corner of his mouth, and the sun was shining between his brows.

"Hey, Ji Dian, help me read this topic."

After eating cantaloupe, Lin Bubai decided to work hard.

"This." Ji Dian glanced at Lin Bubai's exposed neck, his eyes were dim, a little absent-minded. "You have to figure out what the questioner thinks..."

Lin Bubai stared at the question again, his eyes widened, and he turned the pen in his hand.

"The author of the question wants to..."

The tip of the pen stood on the paper, leaving a dot of ink on the blank test paper.

"He thought, let me hang up."

At six o'clock in the morning, Lin Bubai woke up, stretched himself, and opened the window.

The wind in mid-spring is fragrant, and the smell of green grass and dew is mixed in the morning. When it blows on the face, people seem to be kissed by nature.

A slight coolness can be felt at the tip of the nose, and there is also a ready-to-go warmth. The sun has fully risen, but it is hazy under the cover of atmospheric clouds and mist, emitting a cool light.

Lin Bubai was fully dressed, opened the door, and took a deep breath of the morning wind.

He started running from the path outside his home, and the wind passed through his face, neck, and chest, carrying the mist of the lake.

The neighbor's cat curled up and meowed at passers-by.

The little yellow dog by the path sniffs the moss in the crevices of the stones, and licks it with his tongue from time to time.It saw passers-by running by, and couldn't help but run along.

Lin Bubai couldn't help but smile, and slowed down a little, waiting for the panting little yellow dog.

The wind in the morning brought playfulness again.

At seven o'clock, Ji Dian walked out of the guest room, his consciousness was a little fuzzy. In fact, he had woken up a long time ago, and vaguely heard the sound of Lin Bubai going out.

As soon as he walked into the living room, there was a soft rustling sound, and the door was opened.

Lin Bubai, who ran out in the morning, bought his breakfast. He was walking towards him in a cool breeze, with a twilight shining through the top of his head.

On the TV, the news of the local channel is being broadcast.

"Now I'll break in a piece of news for you. Today, there was a bizarre indoor near-death incident in a company in the south of the city. After police investigation and doctor's speculation, the man named Tian fainted and entered a state of suspended animation due to staying up late and working overtime. The incident had a huge impact on the company where the man worked, and the employees said..."

Father Lin switched the channel, and suddenly turned to Lin Bubai beside him.

"Son, do you have a friend who always likes to work part-time?"

"Huh?" Lin Bubai picked up the oranges on the table and began to peel them, "Yes, it's Song Letian."

"This child is working too hard. You can persuade others to read this news. Keeping healthy is the most important thing!"

Father Lin was very moved, and Lin Bubai felt that his words made sense, so he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Curly.

- Lin Bubai: Just now the news said that a young man named Tian became ill due to overwork and was on the verge of death.

I heard that you recently considered working a part-time night shift in a bar. After reading this news, have you learned any lessons?

After a while, the message on the phone rang, and Lin Bubai picked up the phone again.

-Curly hair: A young man named Tian is on the verge of death because of staying up late?

I have been taught, this is to advise everyone not to be surnamed Tian.