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When Ding Xian got home at night, Ding Juncong sat alone on the sofa.

"Where is my parents?"

Ding Xian asked while lowering his head to change his shoes.

Ding Juncong held the pillow and stomped on the sofa and said, "I'm going out for a walk. Oh, sister, are you really good to Brother Zhou Siyue?"

When he moved into the alley, Ding Juncong was eight years old and now he is in the first year of junior high school. To him, the name Zhou Siyue was strange and familiar. At that time, they were still little kids. Zhou Siyue and Jiang Chen were a group of big brothers. I often heard that Brother Zhou Siyue in Dongxiang was very powerful, handsome, and a math genius. He was admitted to Tsinghua University in his third year of high school; Brother Jiang Chen had a quarrel with his family in winter and went to join the army; Brother Ziqi was admitted to the pilot.

Later, the children were quite awe-inspiring, and so did Ding Juncong. When he was a child, he was ignorant and spoiled. He liked to fight Ding Xian. He grew up over the years, and Ding Xian didn't often stay at home after going to college, so sometimes he really missed her.

Ding Xian could also notice that Ding Juncong had actually changed. Over the years, he has been spoiled. When he was in the countryside in the early years, those children spoiled him. When they arrived here, except Ye Wanxian, everyone was spoiled in school. No one spoiled him. The children's emotions were the most direct. They couldn't make any close friends and knew what their problems were. After becoming sensible, their personality became much more restrained.

Ding Xian changed his slippers and put them in the cabinet, making a faint nod.

"Do you have a lot of talented people in your school? Is he still so outstanding in your school?"

Ding Xian thought for a while, "What is your definition of excellence?"

Ding Juncong couldn't say it. He always felt that he was living a confused life, "What do you think?"

Ding Xian looked at him and said, "A person who dares to pursue his dreams barefoot and does not compromise in the face of major issues, everyone has a different definition of excellence. In my eyes, he is of course the best."

Ding Juncong nodded as if he was ignorant, asked a few more questions, and Ding Xian answered them one by one, then he went to do his homework with satisfaction. Before leaving, he turned back and said, "Let him teach me math next time?"

Ding Xian was lowering his hair and text message. When he heard this, he thought of his thirteen-point math book. He looked up at him, "You'd better stop looking for abuse."

"..." Ding Juncong: "Why?"

"You don't understand the questions you come from the Olympics."

"Hmph, stingy." Ding Juncong gritted his teeth and went to do his homework.

On that day, Ding Xian was talking on the phone with Zhou Siyue. Ding Juncong passed by. When he heard that it was Zhou Siyue, he shouted at the other end of the phone, "Brother-in-law, I heard that you have won the first prize in the Olympic Games in mathematics, please give me advice!"

Ding Xian covered the microphone and pushed the person out, "Are you giving advice? You're rehabilitation."

Ding Juncong stuck out his tongue at her.

Zhou Siyue was writing a program with a phone clamped in. He could hear it without missing a word. His keyboard was typing quickly, and he replied in a low voice: "Your brother?"

Ding Xian nodded, "You don't have to pay attention to him, be yours."

Zhou Siyue thought about it, looked down at his watch, closed the computer, and said, "It's okay, please let him choose a time."

Ding Xian was stunned and glared at Ding Juncong, thinking about how many days he would be before going abroad, and said, "Zhou Siyue, you really don't need--"

There was only a small desk lamp in the room. The night outside the window was thick, as if it was dyed with thick ink, and it was pitch black, but the moonlight fell into her window. A light sentence came from the microphone, "Just think I want to see you, huh?"

The word "do not care about him" was swallowed back into her stomach by her, and suddenly it became quiet.

Ding Xianxin was pounding wildly, her face couldn't help but turn red, she lowered her head slightly, and her smile spread across her face.

This man is indeed capable.

A casual word made her distracted.

Ding Juncong looked at the sister who had become gentle and shy in front of him in a daze, and said in a disgusting way: "Sister, why are you blushing?"

Ding Xian is froze.

A chuckle rang out from the other side of the phone, and a casual tone: "Is this blushing? You are so thin."

The good atmosphere was wasted, and there was also a kind of embarrassment of being exposed. Ding Xian was so angry that he pushed Ding Juncong out and shouted at the other end of the phone: "Yes, you're just thick-skinned."

Zhou Siyue sat on the sofa, leaned forward with a smile, holding the phone with one hand, turning on the computer with the other hand, glanced at it quickly, and teasing her in the lazy tone: "I'm not thick in skin, have you touched it long ago?"

He couldn't get a good deal, so Ding Xian said a few words and hurriedly hung up the phone, covering his little heart that was beating wildly, and he felt unwilling to say: You can't always be led by him!

"Bang bang bang!"

Ding Juncong knocked the door without rhythm outside the door.

Ding Xian threw down his cell phone and opened the door, "He said, let you choose a time."

Ding Juncong said: "It is better to choose a date than to meet the day, so let's go tomorrow."

"Where is the location?" Ding Xian held the door handle and suddenly realized that the kid had grown taller than him.

Ding Juncong suggested: "McDonald's? KFC?"

"You can do whatever you want, but you can make it your first choice. You can ask him for a tutoring, whether it is McDonald's or KFC, you can pay the money yourself."

"No, you're too stingy."

"Say one more nonsense and cancel."

"Okay, I'll just go out, I'll go out, my elbows are so fast."

Ding Xian acted to beat him up, but Ding Juncong saw that the situation was wrong and quickly escaped.

Tutoring is about to be at KFC.

When Ding Xian and Ding Juncong arrived, Zhou Siyue had already found a seat and had a computer in front of him.

Seeing them coming in, they put away the computer and stood up. Ding Juncong walked over and said cheerfully: "Brother-in-law."

Zhou Siyue smiled and lowered his head and said no.

Ding Juncong happily carried his schoolbag to the front desk to order orders. The two looked at each other. Zhou Siyue rubbed Ding Xian's head, "What should I eat?"

Ding Xian answered the question that he didn't ask, only caring about his trip to Africa: "Have you packed your things?"

He handed in his pocket with both hands and looked at Ding Juncong who was still queuing up. His voice dissipated, "Absolutely."

"You have to take good care of yourself when you get there."

Zhou Siyue didn't answer, his eyes were bright, black and white, and he looked at her quietly with his eyebrows hanging on his back.

"Did you hear it?" Ding Xian repeated word by word.

He leaned against the table, lazily raised his head and rubbed his neck, and turned around and said slowly, "I'll do it, how many times have you said it." Then, he put his shoulders on his back and lowered his head to her ear, "I can't bear to part with me so much?"

He always took nothing seriously. She was nervous about Xixi's instructions here, but he looked like he didn't care about anything, and he was still in the mood to joke with her.

Ding Xian was so angry that he was dying.

Zhou Siyue patted her shoulder with relief, "I'll go see your brother."

Ding Juncong had already lined up, and he lit up a string of slender and clean arms deep beside him when he lowered his head to pay.

He turned his head suspiciously.

Zhou Siyue handed the money to the cashier and said indifferently: "Add a chicken leg burger."

Ding Juncong hurriedly said, "No, no, I'll treat you today."

Zhou Siyue smiled, "Did your sister tell you something?"

Ding Juncong lowered his head and said nothing.

Zhou Siyue reached out to take it, put it in his pocket, leaned against the side to wait for food, looked down at him, glanced at him, and said, "Don't worry about her, just listen to me."

Ding Juncong couldn't help asking: "Does my sister listen to you?"

He smiled again: "Who is it important to listen to?"

"It's important. My dad usually listens to my mom, but at critical moments, my mom will still let my dad make decisions. Don't look at my dad being so timid, it's actually much scarier to get angry than my mom. When he gets angry, my mom actually doesn't dare to speak. A man's family status is quite important."

Zhou Siyue looked at the little boy in front of him, but in fact he was not as heartless and chaotic as Ding Xian said.

"No matter who you listen to, you have to listen to her."

Ding Juncong muttered, "You just said that I'll listen to you."

"I listen to me about this, and I listen to hers."

The waiter put everything on a plate and pushed it out, "Sir, your stuff is ready."

Zhou Siyue turned his back to him, looked back, patted Ding Juncong on the shoulder, turned around to hold the plate, and "Go."

The height of 1.8 meters is also eye-catching in the crowd. With this face, Ding Juncong discovered that several girls in the team were secretly looking at Zhou Siyue with their eyes, and the cashier, who spoke in a coquettish voice, and suddenly began to sweat for Ding Xian.

This is too attractive.

Sitting at KFC for an afternoon.

Although Ding Xian had prepared for Zhou Siyue before, his younger brother's math skills were not average, because he didn't like to study when he was a child, and he might be born with a lack of science thinking, his grades were indeed a little worse.

Zhou Siyue looked at the thirteen-point paper on the table. The difference seemed to be a little bit bad, but his expression was still loose.

Although there were people coming and going in the restaurant, their corner seemed to be isolated and the atmosphere was quiet.

"Are the primary school textbooks still there?" he suddenly spoke.

Ding Juncong glanced at Ding Xian: "It seems... still here."

"Go back and find it." Zhou Siyue leaned on the chair, took a sip of Coke, and swept it leisurely with the paper. Then, he leaned forward and pushed the paper in front of him: "I will talk about the paper today."

Zhou Siyue is like a robot doing things. He joked with you in the last second, and he will immediately recover and devote himself to work in the next second.

Ding Xian asked him several times, you made it by a machine, right? Why are you so relaxed?
To be continued...