It was not dark, and there were a lot of traffic on the road, and Uncle Qian was not driving as fast as before. He first sent Zongque to the entrance of the community.

"You pack up tomorrow morning and call Uncle Qian, just ask him to come and pick you up." Ling Shuo looked at the person who got out of the car, moved his seat, sat by the window and said.

"I can go there by myself because I'm not far away." Zongque said to the young man who was standing by the car window.

"The security in our place is very complicated. Just ask Uncle Qian to pick it up." Ling Shuo said, "Don't be afraid of trouble."

"You're welcome, Uncle Qian does this job." Uncle Qian turned his head and said, with an extremely enthusiastic attitude towards Zongque.

"Okay, see you tomorrow morning." Zongque said, taking two steps back and said.

"By bye." Ling Shuo waved his hand, lifted the car window, started, and the figure standing by the car went away. He couldn't help but turn around. The other party had turned around and entered the community, and the slender figure disappeared into the darkness.

Ling Shuo didn't catch the feeling of that moment, just leaned against the window and took out his cell phone. He wanted to play two games casually, but Zong Que's words in his mind inexplicably rang out, and it was almost done.

Wearing glasses is looking at gentle, but it is like ridicule for him, a poor student.

Others are learning to learn myopia, he is playing games, he is simply finding a reason for his mother to beat him.

Ling Shuo took out the wireless headphones from his pocket and put them on. He turned on the music software and played a piece of music casually. He leaned against the seat and looked out the window.

The traffic flows through, and the light and rhythmic melody makes Brother Shuo feel particularly good, and his fingers will occasionally jump to the music.

When one ends, the melody of the other is connected, Ling Shuo's originally beating hand stopped.

He has heard this song many times. The tone is light and soothing, the lyrics can go smoothly, and there are not many variations. He hums a few sentences casually without any burden. He used to be a song he likes to listen to and play repeatedly, but new songs are endless. If he listens too much, he will be put aside when he sings too much.

Young and frivolous.

Different from what I heard on KTV, the left and right sounded in my ears, and there was a feeling of whispering in my ears. I used to think it was nothing, but when the melody went down and the familiar sentence was about to ring in my ears, Ling Shuo subconsciously raised his ears.

You in your dreams are blurred, have you ever remembered your youthful recklessness...

The original singer's voice was good, but it seemed to be a little less cold. Ling Shuo touched his headphones, and what sounded in his mind was the sentence singed by Zong Que. He felt that this sentence seemed a bit insufficient, but he seemed to want to hear the same melody again.

He was a little restless, and he felt a little irritable, but he couldn't find a breakthrough for a while.

The car turned into the community gate and parked directly on the empty ground. Ling Shuo took off his headphones when he got off the car and planned to turn off the song, but saw a new message prompt.

Zongque: Various precautions for using eyes

It was a long picture. Ling Shuo clicked while walking home. The first one: Don’t look at your phone while walking.

Ling Shuo: "..."

He was silent for a moment, put away his cell phone, walked quickly towards the door of his house, and said hello as he entered the door, went upstairs, entered the bedroom, sat on the sofa and watched quietly.

Brother Shuo committed countless crimes in various eye-use matters. Don’t look at your phone in a dark environment, don’t lie down, sit upright, and don’t lower your head. He is simply counting his crimes.

Ling Shuo roughly glanced past, not very patiently, and went straight to the place thick with the red mark.

There are not only words, but also pictures, which show him very specifically the shape of his eyes after myopia and the dimensionality reduction suppression of appearance by glasses with degree, which hits Brother Shuo's heart.

It is precisely because of his age when he is addicted to his handsomeness and constantly dressing up, his eyes become bald and ugly, which is like stabbing a knife into his heart.

Ling Shuo subconsciously sat upright, pulled his phone a little further, and turned back to the top of the various precautions.

I used to roam because nothing happened. Now it's almost done, so I must not be able to roam anymore.

There are many things to pay attention to. Ling Shuo has read it for a long time and has never memorized the text so seriously.

...

The morning of the weekend was relatively loose, and Zongque got up at six o'clock, but the time for running was extended a little, preparing a simple breakfast, tidying up what he wanted to bring after taking a shower, changing his clothes and dialing Uncle Qian's phone number.

The promise was very readily, so he just asked him to walk out. Zongque guessed that the place where Ling Shuo lived was not too far from here. According to the time and speed of the other party's wake up, it was at most ten minutes' drive.

And without waiting for a few minutes, the car had already stopped in front of him.

"Good morning, Uncle Qian." Zong Que greeted him as he sat in the co-pilot.

"Good morning, you haven't been sleeping in this weekend. You're worthy of being a top student." Uncle Qian greeted him and turned the car and smiled, "It's thanks to you last time. I usually think it's nothing. I was shocked when I checked. You saved my life."

"You are kind." Zongque put his seat belt on.

"Hey, let's not be polite, let's just say anything in the future." Uncle Qian said.

"Okay." Zongque responded.

There was not much traffic on the weekend, but the whole group went smoothly. Although it was only a dozen minutes' drive, the place where the car turned into was very different from the many surrounding communities.

From the beginning of entering the gate, it shows magnificence and luxury everywhere. It is not so close to the city, and the floors are different from the surrounding buildings. The highest is only three floors, but the floors are very high.

The road here is very wide, with almost no vehicles. Even if there are, there are luxury cars to travel. The cars arrive directly and park in an extremely spacious garden, which belongs to the three-story villa.

"You can just go down and enter the door directly. Xiao Shuo should have said hello. If not, call him." Uncle Qian said.

"Okay." Zongque thanked him and got out of the car, and walked towards the door.

Unlike the doors elsewhere, the doors here are wide open, and you can already see the busy people when you get close to them.

Zongque knocked on the door when he approached. The person who was cleaning looked up and was stunned when he saw him and said, "Are you Xiao Shuo's friend?"

"Hello." Zongque said, "I am his classmate."

"Xiao Shuo said, I don't know if I have gotten up now." The man looked up at the upstairs and said, "You can go up directly at the second room on the left hand upstairs."

"Okay, thank you." Zongque went in. When he passed by the sofa, he looked at the woven blanket on it and went up the stairs. The decoration here was very spacious and gorgeous, with golden tiles, gorgeous ceilings and huge crystal lamps. However, the piled flowers and plants I saw were placed halfway up on the coffee table, and the red lanterns that had not been removed on the escalator seemed to be incompatible with the decoration pattern here, but it filled the atmosphere of life.

Before he could reach the second floor, the door of the second room in his left hand opened from the inside. The young man poked out from inside was wearing pajamas, his hair was covered with indentations from the night, and it raised a lot, making him look like he was lazy when he woke up in the morning.

"Here." Ling Shuo grabbed his hair and waved at the person wearing a white shirt and dressed in a straight and upright manner, "You don't sleep in on weekends?"

"It's five minutes and eight o'clock left." Zongque raised his hand and looked at the time.

He seemed to get up early, but trivial things took up a lot of time. He got up late at this point at about eight o'clock.

"Come in first, Wang Xin and the others probably haven't woken up yet." Ling Shuo felt that they and the academic master had a different definition of time, so he made way out, "You sit there casually, I'll wash up."

"Yes." Zongque brought the door behind him, found the sofa in the slightly chaotic room, put down his backpack, and did not move the clothes there, and found an empty seat to sit down.

The room is very spacious, with the windows that should be floor-to-ceiling, but the curtains are not opened, but the ceiling lights are on, illuminating the entire room.

The tiles are paved very brightly, very similar to the outside color, and the bed is very wide, both bookcases and wardrobes will be topped, and they are quite large. The reason why it looks messy is that the wardrobe is open, and the clothes hanging inside are not divided by seasons, and they are all hung together. The bookcase contains some books, but more are various game figures and some mecha models.

Posters are posted everywhere on the wall, which is very cool and noisy. The quilt on the bed is pushed away casually, the computer is placed aside, showing an open state, and the headphones are casually pulled out of the cable and placed on the keyboard.

It's not dirty, and there is no wreckage of food, it's just messy and casual.

The sound of water came from the bathroom. When Zongque withdrew his gaze, the sound of the door opening came from there. The young man's face was wet with water, and the hair in front was also raised due to water, revealing his smooth forehead and slightly narrowed eyes because of water: "If you are bored, you can play with the computer for a while first. You can watch whatever you want and play whatever you want, don't be restrained."

"Okay." Zongque responded. He was inconvenient to move his things, so he stood up and stopped in front of the bookcase that almost occupied a wall, looking at the various figures in it.

These things are within the affordability of ordinary people. This wall is almost full of things and the cost is definitely not small.

It's indeed rich, so you don't have to worry about money.

The original world line did not record the subsequent situation of his family, but as long as such a wealth is not squandered, it will be enough to be rich for a lifetime.

The ups and downs of the business world will also encounter twists and turns, but it is not that easy to completely destroy a big ship. In addition, you must keep a line in your work. Such a family foundation gives him enough confidence to live freely.

Whether to go to college is not a necessary option for him in life, and there is no need to force him to do so at this point.

"Who do you like?" The inquiry sound came from the side with footsteps.

Zongque turned his eyes, and the young man wiped his face, carrying the unfinished water vapor on his body, taking away the slightest trace of laziness in the morning with the flowing water, leaving only the vitality on his body.

"All are very good." Zongque said.

"Pick it whatever you want, pick it up and take it back." Ling Shuo wiped his face, pulled his hair casually, and put a towel on the back of the computer chair.

Zongque looked at his movements and was silent for a moment: "No need, just look."

"That's fine, I'll come here often in the future." Ling Shuo stopped in front of the closet and looked for clothes. He picked up one and started taking off his top.

He was already wearing very tolerant short-sleeved shorts and was very casual at home. Now he pulled his collar and took it off, and his flexible waist was exposed. Because he lifted it and inhaled it, even if he had muscles, he looked very slender.

He had no scruples, and Zongque turned his eyes away and looked at the bookcase again.

Although the souls have agreed to each other, they have just met this world and this person. He is him, but they have to recognize him as a brand new person.

The sound of footsteps came from behind again. Zongque put an arm on his shoulder and added a person's weight. The young man who had dressed in the clothes asked, "Let's go and have breakfast first."

"I've eaten it." Zongque said this, and followed his strength toward the door.

Ling Shuo was a little surprised: "When did you get up?"

Zong Que's out-of-light glance glanced at his clothes on the back of the chair and the unshutened computer and said, "At 6 o'clock, are your computer turned off?"

"I'll come up to play later." Ling Shuo opened the door, "Wang Xin and the others will come at least ten o'clock, starting at six o'clock. This is when I go to school. It's usually a fatal blow to let them get up six o'clock."

"When did you wake up?" Zongque asked.

"It's past six o'clock, but as long as you haven't left the house, you won't get up." Ling Shuo patted his shoulder and let go when he went downstairs. "The academic master is worthy of being a academic master."

He went downstairs first, his steps were light, and his slightly loose clothes outlined a very leisurely figure. His hair was covered with a hint of wetness because it was stained with water, but it was not so erect. It was fluffy and full of vitality, and he looked very handsome and decent.

But lifestyle habits... need to be adjusted.

Zongque went downstairs and followed his figure.

"You sit first." Ling Shuo went downstairs and pointed at him at the dining table, went to the kitchen and asked, "Aunt Wang, do you have breakfast?"

"Yes, the ingredients are ready, just wait a few minutes." A simple and refreshing voice came from the kitchen.
To be continued...