Quick Wear: BE cannon fodder does not follow the routine

Chapter 401 The Cold School Prince Is Affectionate (17)

The man rushed into the room. Shi Yujiao shook her head helplessly, put on an apron and went to the kitchen.

Song Taohan saw his cheap father carrying a bag out of the room, sitting on the sofa and saying: "I originally planned to go home more often, but due to work issues, I only came back after so many years, but the gifts are inevitable."

On the table were tanks, fighter planes, rocket launchers and pistols made from bullet shells.

"Like it?"

"like."

After spending half a year with Gu Yuxi, Song Taohan knew how to communicate and ease the atmosphere. He held up a tank model and asked, "Dad, have you ever driven a tank? The cool kind."

It is awkward for a man who doesn't know what to talk about, and seeing that his son was interested in his military career, he picked something he could talk about.

Shi Yujiao, who was in the kitchen, was happy to see the father and son getting along well. When she brought the noodles out, the man was still talking loudly.

"Eat something first. We'll have something to talk about when we get back home tomorrow."

"I'll just talk to my son."

"You."

At ten o'clock in the evening, Song Taohan, who had almost finished packing, saw Gu Yuxi coming out.

"Yuxi, you are here."

Seeing that there were some bullet shell ornaments on Song Taohan's desk, she pretended to be angry and said, "Not welcome? It seems that I will have to hang out in the library every day from now on."

"My dad is back home and he won't leave. When I go to college, my mom won't have to worry too much."

"This is indeed a good thing. Your bullet shell craft is quite beautiful."

Song Taohan began to show off: "This is what my dad made from the bullet shells he used during training. Do you like it? Pick any one you like."

Gu Yuxi looked at each one and finally said, "Each one is beautiful and they are all made with great care. Only children make choices. I like them all."

"Then I'll give it all to you. I think this bomber looks nice, and it has my name on it."

"Your name is on each one. It seems I can't get any."

The man in the opposite room opened his sharp eyes and said to the woman beside him, "There's someone in Xiaohan's room."

"Don't talk nonsense at night. Is your son not a human being?"

"No, I just heard someone talking to him."

"Why can't I hear it? Maybe he is chatting with foreign netizens, or helping his friends and classmates with homework."

"Impossible, that's Chinese, intuitively..."

Shi Yujiao became irritated and said, "Don't talk so late at night. My son is still staying up late to learn English and he has to go back home tomorrow. Go to bed."

The man who was holding back his doubts fell asleep quickly because of the long journey. Perhaps he was overthinking.

The next morning, several people got up early to catch the bus and took the first bus.

Walking on the country road, Shi Yujiao saw Song Taohan carrying the painting again, and carefully protecting it. She couldn't help but complain: "Xiaohan, you always carry this painting with you. Could it be that a fairy ran out of the painting?"

Father Song said, "Wife, that's an angel. I came back yesterday and saw some students carrying them."

"Ask your son about this."

"What does this have to do with my son? He's not dying his hair in weird shapes, getting ugly tattoos, or wearing beggar pants."

"Those businesses are the best at advertising. Didn't your son win the national runner-up and the Asian silver medal in the Mathematical Olympiad? Those people said it was because your son was carrying this angel picture of a top student. Now many high school students around us are imitating your son and carrying a transparent shoulder bag and carrying the angel picture of a top student when they go out."

Song's father, who was carrying a shoulder pole, smiled and said, "Maybe it is. It means that this painting has spiritual power and blesses my son to make progress in his studies. That's what the boss lady advertised yesterday."

"Those students are easy to deceive, but Xiaohan brought her a wave of business. She made the paintings into pendants, mobile phone cases, book cases, school bag illustrations, etc. She made more than 100,000 yuan this time. If I had known earlier, I would have set up a stall to sell this."

"Isn't this a lie?"

"How can it be considered a scam if the demand is insufficient to meet the supply? It's a pity that I don't have time, otherwise I would have asked my son to endorse it for me and I would have set up a small stall to sell it."

"as long as you are happy."

After returning to their hometown, Shi Yujiao and her family of three cleaned their home. The old house here has been renovated. They only come back during the holidays. They sleep on the second floor, and the first floor is used by the family to store things.

"Mom and Dad, this is a gift for you."

"It's good that you're back. Don't leave again."

"Don't go."

"Xiaohan has made great progress and is now a handsome young man."

Several men were herding pigs, the scene was very lively, while the women were chatting and picking vegetables on the side.

"Quick, put it on the rack, don't let it run away again."

Because there were many banquets near the New Year, the Song family did not slaughter the New Year pig until New Year's Eve. The pig raised by the old man weighed only about 200 pounds. They thought it would be more lively if Song Taohan and his mother, who were celebrating the New Year in the city, could come back.

More than a month ago, because Song Taohan was admitted to university without taking the entrance exam and won an award, one of the three pigs he had raised was killed to celebrate.

Father Song said, "You guys chat, I'll go help my eldest brother and the others kill the New Year pig."

The boy wearing a floral apron and holding a pig's leg was very down-to-earth. No one would have thought that he was a clean-looking and weak scholar just a few minutes ago.

"Xiao Han, push this pig's head down a little."

"The fat on this pig is quite thin, the pork belly must be delicious."

Because it was New Year’s Eve soon, every family was busy. Three tables of people came in and everyone gathered together to eat and chat.

"Before I knew it, the eldest grandson of the old Sun family has brought his girlfriend home. It won't be long before his family is bustling with activity."

"Time flies. Grandpa Song, your three grandsons have grown tall and strong. It won't be long before your family will have new members."

"The second daughter of the Su family didn't come home for the New Year. I heard that she went to marry someone else. She has to be busy again on the eighth day of the first lunar month."

"That girl is already 21 years old. These young people change every year. Before you know it, they are already at the age of getting married."

As night fell, Song Taohan entered the room, only to find it dark. However, the next second, many lights lit up around the room. He walked in, closed the door, and all kinds of fireworks were set off around him.

He saw Gu Yuxi, wearing a festive red dress, playing with a fairy wand, but the way she played was different from what he had seen before.

She just waved it casually, and everything around her would light up, as if the whole world was lit up. After seeing him, she handed him a small fairy wand.

"Hanhan, do you want to play? New Year's Day is coming soon. I'll take you to see different fireworks." She blinked her eyes and smiled as bright as the sun.

He took the fairy wand, and a sense of anticipation surged in his heart. "It's really different." He said softly, with a curious light in his eyes.

"Let's go. No one will notice us now. The curtains and door hangings are all drawn."

Song Taohan let Gu Yuxi pull him and walked a few steps. The other party stomped his feet lightly, and the heels hit the floor with a crisp sound. He subconsciously closed his eyes.