In the villa of Qin's family, the girl was lying on the sofa, holding her face in her hands, looking at a book of "Selected Poems of Haizi".

Her feet wearing white cotton socks were slapping lazily, like a mermaid leaning over the reef on the shore and basking in the sun.

"Xiao Min, have you been worried recently? It's always absent-minded when you come back."

Mu Junlan tidied up her clothes, came out of the room, saw her daughter on the sofa, and asked softly.

"No."

Qin Min shook her head.

Mu Junlan looked at her for a while and asked in a low voice: "Is it related to your deskmate?"

There were ripples in Qin Min's eyes and she fell into a brief silence.

"I knew it was."

Mu Junlan lowered her head and looked at the tip of her shoes.

"Have you had a conflict with him?"

"No, just confession was rejected."

Qin Min pursed her lips, feeling a little aggrieved.

"Mom, what's wrong with me? I think I'm very good to him."

"Hey, yes. Song Yi is so smart."

Upon hearing this, Su Hang smiled for a long time.

This was also an unexpected surprise for Komatsu Yi.

Perhaps it was from that time that his love for books grew day by day.

From those books, he could find the same language as his father.

"Dad, is oil-splashing noodles delicious?"

Komatsu Yi was a little surprised.

Whether it is a TV series or a novel, the oil-splashed face can be regarded as a strong and inspiring feature in "White Deer Plain".

"Dad thinks it's delicious. Do you want to eat it?"

Su Hang said with a smile.

"think!"

Xiao Songyi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Mom can do it, please let her do it for you."

Su Hang is gentle and authentic.

"Um!"

Su Songyi trotted out of the study.

Mu Junlan was sitting on the sofa at this time, flipping through the piano score.

Xiao Songyi sat down next to her, hugged her arm and began to act coquettishly.

"Mom, can you make oil splashing noodles?"

"Do you want to eat oil splashed noodles?"

Mu Junlan closed the piano score and was light and authentic.

She couldn't hear the temperature or the joy of sadness when she spoke, like a puppet without a soul.

"think!"

"Okay, then let's eat oil tonight."

After Mu Junlan said that, she got up and went to the kitchen.

Mu Junlan was dating, and he watched from the side.

"Do you want to learn?"

Looking at Xiao Songyi's curious look, she lowered her head and asked.

"think!"

As a child, he had expectations and fantasies about anything beautiful.

"Okay, be careful."

While kneading, she explained to the child, but she didn't expect him to understand. She just hoped that he would understand more.

"In the future, if you learn to sprinkle oil on noodles, you can make it for girls you like."

Mu Junlan's tone was very calm when she said this.

"Do you like a girl? Then I want to make it for my mother."

Komatsu Yi is very innocent and authentic.

Mu Junlan listened, and a smile appeared quietly on her face, which had always been cold.

"You have to wait a while to cook noodles, don't worry."

"Okay, then I'll go back to the study room to read the book first."

Xiao Songyi jogged back to the study and reported the good news to Su Hang.

"Dad, let's eat oil and splash noodles today."

Seeing his son dancing happily, Su Hang also chuckled softly.

He has no relationship with Mu Junlan, but the relationship formed by this child is the bond that maintains the family.

The deficit in the financial statements made him exhausted. After trying various ways to remedy it, his mood was inevitably a little depressed.

"Songyi, can dad smoke a cigarette?"

"Would you be fine if you go outside and read a book? It's hard for you to be by your side when Dad smokes."

Su Hang asked softly.

"Well, dad, smoking is not good for your health, you should smoke less."

Xiao Songyi sensibly picked up the small stool and went out.

When his son went out, Su Hang couldn't wait to take out the cigarette box, and the shiny metal lighter made a crisp buzz.

The stimulation brought by tobacco made his tense mind and sore neck relax, as if he had a dose of anesthetic.

"Huh~"

The rich blue smoke and orange-red light spots appeared and disappeared.

Cigarette butts piled up in glass ashtrays one by one.

"The noodles are ready, come and eat it!"

"Dad, I've eaten noodles!"

"good!"

Su Hang pressed the cigarette into the ashtray and put it on the dining table.

The noodles with oil-splashed chili are very fragrant. After being boiled in the pot, the aroma of the chili is released without reservation.

Drizzle a spoonful of fragrant hot oil and add braised beef, which is very fragrant.

Both father and son were very satisfied with eating.

"Songyi, don't make noises when eating noodles, don't be as rude as your father."

Mu Junlan said, picking the meat and noodles from his bowl into his bowl.

"Bald~"

Su Hang still whispered his face.

Xiao Songyi's mouth was still covered with spicy and red oil. She looked at her father, then at her mother, and slowed down her noodles.

The habit of not making noises when eating noodles is influenced by Mu Junlan.

Later, Su Songyi used this habit to restrain Fang Zhihua.

A child’s life is accompanied by the marks left by his parents.

"Dad, the author added something to the book you read before. I don't know the word ", he is a Frenchman."

"That word is pronounced miu, Camus, and that book is "Outsider."

Su Hang ate the noodles in big mouthfuls, put the chopsticks into his son's bowl and picked up two pieces of meat.

Mu Junlan didn't put meat in his bowl, and she still resented the interruption of her conversation during the day.

"Well, that's the book."
To be continued...