Come To the Question

After Song Man left school, he went straight to Starbucks.

She skipped a night of self-study, and she definitely couldn't go home at this time.

On the night of early autumn, with some coolness, she put on a mask and walked into the Starbucks.

It was quiet here, and the bitter aroma of coffee in the air also made people feel very comfortable. After ordering a drink, she found a seat and sat down, took out her mobile phone and read some news casually.

After returning to his seat with his drink, Song Man opened the question bank and prepared to write the questions.

Some questions can be answered at a glance. Song Man chose the option in his heart without blinking. The light reflected from the screen made her look a little indifferent and difficult to approach at the moment.

When there are some difficult questions, Song Man will stop and think, analyze the steps in his mind, and then deduce the answer.

To outsiders, she seemed to be just staring at the phone in a daze.

Song Man wrote down the process on the question board on the screen, took a sip of the hot drink he ordered occasionally, and wrote the questions for 40 minutes at Starbucks.

She didn't log out of the question bank software until the alarm on her phone rang, and walked towards the door with a drink.

A gust of cold wind came from the door, Song Man drank his last drink, threw it into the trash can at the door, and took a taxi home.

Swipe the card to enter the community, then swipe the card to enter the apartment building, and finally swipe the card to enter the elevator. The security measures here are too cumbersome.

Song Man pushed open the door and saw someone applying a mask on the sofa.

"dad."

Song Man shouted, attracting the attention of the man on the sofa.

"School is full, didn't you go out to fight today?"

Xu Qinglang looked at Song Man's entire body and beckoned to be sure that nothing was out of the ordinary.

Song Man shook his head and sat next to Xu Qinglang.

Song Man was no stranger to the fact that his father put on the mask.

"That's good, girls, why do you always go out and fight? Studying hard is the right way. Did you listen to the class today?"

Song Man responded.

"That's good, it seems that changing schools still has an effect. What was the atmosphere of that school before, your grades were so good before, but it turned out to be like that. Fortunately, Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School has the highest enrollment rate. You're in high school, don't let your father's hard work."

Song Mandu was tired of hearing these words, he had already learned how to put his left ear in and out his right ear, and nodded perfunctorily.

Xu Qinglang was still talking about something, Song Man was already wandering.

"You, it's still the same."

Xu Qinglang tapped Song Man's forehead, looking at his daughter a little helplessly.

"If so...you later..."

"What's wrong with this? Anyway, I can't read, so you can let me play. It's not that the family can't support me, and that my sister is still here. If my sister loves me so much, she will definitely support me."

Song Man took Xu Qinglang's hand and said with a smile.

"I'm taking a shower, bye."

Song Man waved his hand, and was pulled by Xu Qinglang to feed him a mouthful of fruit, while chewing and saying vaguely.

Song Man glared up the stairs, saw Song Qinglan standing there in the corridor, and smiled at her.

"Sister, good evening."

Song Qinglan was wearing pajamas, her hair was loosely draped on her sides, and her eyebrows and crescent eyes looked gentle and freehand.

"Going out to fight again?"

"Don't dare to talk nonsense, how dare you, right? You've already made a small report. How can I go out?"

Song Man shook his head, a well-behaved look.

"If you change sex, and the solar energy comes out from the west, don't think I didn't know you went anyway, it's quite amazing."

"Cough, low-key and low-key."

Song's face was full of smiles, suppressing the coldness in his heart.

"You remember to help me talk to my parents, and let them stop forcing me to learn. They don't know what I am, and they have to help me up."

Song Man hummed lightly, looking like he was a fool.

"Dad is also for you."

"You said the same thing, aren't you in the same camp as me? Don't say anything, go take a shower."

Song Man waved his hand, looking old and unhappy, and opened the door of his room.

As soon as the door was closed, the expression on Song Man's face changed.

She scratched her hair, why is it so annoying.

She threw herself on the bed, froze for a while, then picked up the photo frame beside the bed and sighed long.

There are four people in the photo frame, she, her mother, her father, and Song Qinglan.

Song Qinglan is her sister, but not a real sister.

Song Qinglan was the child of her mother, Ms. Song's original husband, but the man died of cancer. Xu Qinglang was Ms. Song's second husband.

Although she is not a sister, Song Man has regarded Song Qinglan as her sister since she was a child.

The two also got along like normal sisters, and Song Qinglan even tolerated her very much.

Song Qinglan didn't know what to do recently. She never cared about her fighting and drinking before, and she was even happy to condone it. However, two days ago, she actually reported to her parents that she was going to fight, which caused her to be watched seriously. .

And what she did in the afternoon, Song Qinglan knows now, and she doesn't know which of her ears and eyes told her.

Song Man was a little upset, his eyebrows furrowed.

She put the frame back and sighed again.

worry.

It doesn't matter if my sister is not my sister. Fortunately, my father is still my father, and my mother is still my mother.

As for why Song Man's surname Song did not follow her father's surname Xu, of course, it was because her father was married.

The structure of their home is not the same as others, and even a little upside down.

Like the world of women who are inserted into the world of men.

The family is extremely focused on women over men, and the heads of the family always marry men and never marry outsiders.

But not all girls in the family are like this. Most of them should get married, but the head of the family can't.

Men must be married, and women are the masters of the house. This is the rule of the Song family.

Since he was a child, Song Man thought that his father should be beautiful at home, and his mother went out to earn money, but he went to kindergarten and was almost shocked by the outside world.

God, there are still men who go out to make money, and those women actually knit sweaters at home.

Omg.

amazing.

After that, Song Man's worldview began to reorganize.

Song Man, who grew up slowly, understood the situation outside and at home, and also knew that Ms. Song was the head of the Song family this time.

And she and Song Qinglan are the only daughters of Ms. Song.

Song Man put away his messy thoughts and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

There are a lot of small wounds and bruises hidden under the clothes, some of them were fighting today, and some were not good before.

Today the weapon is really not smooth, like a fool.

Song Man hummed a song to wash Xiangxiang, and then rubbed the medicine on himself on the bed. After rubbing the medicine, he took out his mobile phone and continued to brush the questions.

She was very fast, and only slowed down a little when it came to the big questions behind.

The knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, Song Man clicked on the game interface, turned the phone horizontally, and called out.

Song Qinglan walked in with a glass of milk and placed it in front of Song Man's table.

"I always play games, and I don't know how to pay attention to my eyes."

Song Qinglan frowned and said reproachfully.

"Enen got it."

Song Man didn't lift his head to look at the page of such a game, looking like a girl with a severe internet addiction.

"Drink the milk."

"Put it there, I'll drink it later."

"It'll be down in a while."

Song Qinglan, with the appearance of an old god, told the truth in a declarative tone.

"I really don't like drinking."

Song Man put down the phone and looked at the glass of milk with a bitter look.

In fact, I liked it at first, but then I got tired of it.

"Milk is good for the body. It can help you sleep. You are still growing. Drink it."

Song Qinglan looked unmoved, so Song Man had no choice but to pick up the cup, and then put the cup in Song Qinglan's hand.

"After drinking, remember to bring the door when you go out, don't disturb me playing games."

"Go to bed early, don't stay up late."

"Know it."

It looks like a real sisterhood.

The moment the door was closed, Song Man immediately rushed to the toilet and spit out the milk he had just drank.

The smell of the rich milk made Song Man feel sick to his stomach.

It was just pure milk, Song Man knew.

Milk is good, but the milkman is not.

It wasn't until the feeling in his mouth faded that Song Man felt better, washed his face with water, and returned to the bed.

Picking up the phone, he wrote the inscription that he had just finished, Song Man clicked submit, and unexpectedly found that there was a wrong place.

After reading it, I realized that it was a trap question. Song Qinglan was knocking on the door when she was writing this question, and when she came back and continued to write, her thoughts were a little lost.

Song Man corrected it and started to make English papers.

After writing a few questions, the call came.

"Sister Man, if you can't come out to make skewers, I invite you."

Deng Wei's voice sounded over there, and there was some noise beside him.

"Ailan, Xiaomao and the others are here, the old place, just waiting for you."

"It's done, come here, and prepare the crayfish for me."

"Ooke Oak."

Song Man licked his palate, the disgusting milk smell was still there, it was time to eat some crayfish to suppress that smell.

Song Man changed into a set of long clothes and trousers, ruffled his short hair at will, and went out with his motorcycle key.

Xu Qinglang was not in the living room, so he probably had already returned to his room.

Exactly, to avoid a nagging.

Song Man went directly to the garage. There were three locomotives in the garage, all of which were Song Man's treasures.

The Augusta she drove was cool and safe, not suitable for drag racing, but suitable for daily travel.

After leaving the community, Song Man went straight to the place where the skewers were made.

The temperature is a bit low tonight, and the wind seems to be able to pass through one's heart and lungs.

Chu Fengqiu took her little niece's hand to the night market and touched her niece's braid.

When she was just about to wash up and go to bed, the little niece who came to play at home was clamoring for barbecue, so she had to put on a coat and bring her niece out to buy food.

"Auntie, I want to eat small yellow croaker."

"Okay, my aunt will buy it for you."

Chu Fengqiu ordered a lot of things, and will pack them back for the adults to bring some later.

While waiting, Chu Fengqiu heard a roar, from far to near.

It was a beautiful heavy machine that caught the attention of everyone around.

Chu Fengqiu originally thought that the owner of the car would be a young man, but when the car stopped, he realized that it was a girl.

The girl was tall and slender, raised her hand and took off the helmet on her head.

Chu Fengqiu was stunned when the beautiful face slammed into Chu Fengqiu's eyes.

The helmet messed up the girl's hair, she raised her hand to straighten it, a gust of wind blew through her hair, and then gently blew through Chu Fengqiu's palm, bringing a slightly itchy touch.

"Auntie, what are you looking at?"

The little niece pulled Chu Fengqiu's hand, raised her head and asked curiously.

"I'm looking at a little fairy."

Chu Fengqiu rolled his eyes with a light smile on his face.

Isn't she the little fairy who hits people with a magic wand?

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