Although Dong Jie talked about Han Fei's disparagement, she actually felt sorry for her son. After venting her anger, she went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Well, today's art test must have taken a lot of brain and energy to prepare for her son.
Red dates, walnuts and black chicken soup, right?
Han Xiao made a gesture to clear the alarm to his son, then turned on the TV and took out two game controllers from the drawer of the coffee table. He was about to throw one to his son, but found that he had already stood up.
"You can play by yourself, I want to be quiet." Han Fei waved his hand and entered his room without looking back.
Dong Jie had actually been staring at the movement here. When she saw it, she quickly called Han Xiao over: "Hey, what's wrong with our son today? He doesn't even play the game console?"
Han Xiao lowered his head and hummed, but said nothing. Dong Jie got angry when he saw him like this and slapped him: "What are you humming about? I asked you what's wrong with your son."
"That's not you. You beat him and yell at him all day long. Our son is no longer in the third grade of elementary school. He is already in his third year of high school. He is already eighteen years old. You have to save some face for him." Han Xiao.
He whispered, with worry in his tone.
Dong Jie stared at Han Xiao and said with a smile: "Face? Give him face? Does that mean I have to save face for you too?"
Han Xiao didn't seem to realize that the danger was approaching, and he groaned: "Then, leave some for me if you should."
As soon as he finished speaking, the muscles on his face twitched. Dong Jie had a smile on her face and her hands had already pinched the soft flesh of Han Xiao's waist: "Really? How about I give you some extra pocket money?"
Han Xiao grinned in pain and quickly shook his head. Dong Jie clapped her hands with satisfaction and glanced at Han Xiao sideways: "From now on, don't use your son's name to benefit yourself. It's useless here!"
With one stroke of the knife, he chopped off the chicken head on the chopping board.
Han Xiao swallowed with fear, facing the bright kitchen knife, he could only give in.
Although the rebellion has been suppressed, her son's problem still needs to be solved. Dong Jie finally has to ask her husband for advice: "Hey, do you think our son is a little weird today?"
Han Xiao shook his head blankly: "There's nothing wrong. The guy I'm hooking up with is still the same poor guy, but he boasts a little too much. Even the Beijing Film and Television Academy dared to boast, and he got perfect marks in the acting subject...
....."
"I didn't learn that from you. This is called the upper beam being out of alignment and the lower beam being crooked." Dong Jie was also amused and slapped Han Xiao angrily.
Han Xiao rolled his eyes helplessly: "Okay, the bad things are all inherited from me. My son's handsomeness is inherited from you. I don't know how you learned biology in high school. I guess your biology teacher can't even cover the coffin now."
Live."
Just as he was talking, the doorbell suddenly rang outside. Dong Jie and Han Xiao winked at each other: "Who is it? At this point? It's not like your gang of friends who stepped on the food to get food, right?
?”
Han Xiao shook his head blankly: "It shouldn't be...right?" He was about to open the door but Dong Jie stopped him with a look.
Dong Jie raised her head and went to open the door. Han Xiao didn't even notice. He secretly cursed in his heart. If he opened the door, he couldn't put down the knife?
Suddenly there was an exclamation at the door. Han Xiao was startled, but he immediately felt something was wrong. The voice did not sound like the rough voices of his gang of gangster friends, but more like the voice of a girl. She was very young and pretty.
familiar.
Han Xiao quickly ran out of the kitchen, only to find that it was her.
The girl at the door was wearing a high school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, while my wife was already laughing and hiding the bright kitchen knife behind her back.
"It's Ya Nan, come in quickly, um, I'm cooking. I didn't scare you, did I?"
The girl shook her head, the black ponytail behind her head swaying in the air. She had an oval face, a high nose, and a perfect beauty. The only shortcoming was that she was a little flat-chested.
"Oh, it's okay, Aunt Dong, I'm... okay." The girl glanced at Dong Jie's right hand holding the knife with lingering fear.
Dong Jie seemed to have remembered something, and her face turned pale. The situation was very embarrassing for a while. Han Xiao quickly smoothed things over: "Hey, why are you blocking the door? Why don't you let Ya Nan in quickly?"
Her tone was very arrogant for a while. Dong Jie glared at Han Xiao angrily, then smiled at the girl and said: "Look at my brain, come on, Asian man, come in quickly, will you stay at our house for dinner today? Auntie will make chicken soup for you.
.”
The girl changed her slippers and listened to the chicken soup. Her face turned pale with fright, and she waved her hands repeatedly: "Auntie, don't be busy. I came to see Han Fei for something. You're so welcome. My mother is waiting for me to come home for dinner.
"
With that said, the girl pushed open Han Fei's door, and then there was a dull sound.
Han Fei was sitting on a chair thinking about life. He was so frightened by the sound that he almost fell off the chair. He quickly looked up and saw an oval-faced beauty with her arms folded in front of her chest, looking at him up and down.
"Male?" Han Fei blurted out. The reason why he remembered it so deeply was because this was his childhood sweetheart. Bah, no, it should be a shadow of his childhood.
Han Fei's father, Han Xiao, and Li Yanan's father, Li Weiguo, grew up in a small courtyard. Of course, in Dong Jie's words, they are just two stinky pieces of shit that have been separated for many years. They share the same odor and are both embarrassed.
Who do you dislike?
The relationship between the two families has been good since their parents' generation. Han Fei and Li Yanan were born in the same year. At first, Dong Jie recalled that Han Fei and Li Yanan still had a slight advantage in the confrontation before they were five years old. For example, they often snatched Li Yanan's toys.
Pulling her pigtails and the like, (it's a pity that Han Fei has no memory of these glorious years.)
After he was six years old, Li Yanan began to beat Han Fei in various ways. Originally, Han Fei thought that he would be able to take revenge when he entered junior high school. However, he found that he was too naive. Girls develop earlier than boys, so Han Fei entered junior high school.
They were still suppressed for three years, and they stopped fighting in high school, but the fear of Li Yanan had already been deeply ingrained in this body, almost forming a muscle memory.
Li Yanan raised her chin condescendingly, but she soon discovered that the Han Fei in front of her seemed a little different from the one she remembered. Except for his natural reaction when he just entered the door, there was no fear in his eyes at all.
The look of fear was, instead, looking him up and down with a very inexplicable look.
How should I put it? This feeling was very uncomfortable. She seemed to have seen similar looks before, but it had been so long that she couldn't remember clearly.
Li Yanan snorted angrily, took out a large pile of papers from his schoolbag, threw it on the desk in front of Han Fei, and said: "This is the homework assigned these days. Don't think that taking an art exam will help you avoid it."
Do the papers. I want to see these papers ready and put on my desk tomorrow morning for self-study!" After saying that, she was about to leave. For some reason, Han Fei's eyes made her heart beat faster and she had the urge to run away.
Han Fei was actually secretly complaining about the original owner's aesthetic vision. In his memory, such a beauty was actually a demonic figure, which was a waste of natural resources. However, Li Yanan's words made Han Fei stunned.
Immediately, Han Fei said disdainfully: "Humph, I've already passed the art exam, but I still need to write papers? I'm kidding."
Li Yanan turned around suddenly, with an angry look on his face: "Come on, it's just you? Do you know what the annual enrollment ratio of Beijing Film and Television Academy is? 0.5%! Who of the people who take the art exam don't have special skills? In addition to special skills, you
If you can eat it, what are your other specialties?"
Hey, are you looking down on him outright? Han Fang couldn't help but secretly complained about the original owner's character - it was really funny, but he pretended to be unconvinced and said: "Well, how about we make a bet, if I pass the exam?"
Just do something for me. No matter what it is, don't refuse. If I don't pass the exam, I'll let you do whatever you want... You don't dare, right?"
Li Yanan turned his back to Han Fei, struggled for a while, then turned around and gestured to Han Fei with his middle finger: "Crazy!" and then walked away.
"When did this silly girl become so smart and actually see my provoking method?" Han Fei looked at Li Yanan's back thoughtfully, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance lingering in the air.
"Wait!" Han Fei suddenly thought of an issue that he had ignored. Art candidates actually have to take the college entrance examination, but their grades in cultural courses can be slightly lower. In other words, no matter how good his score in the art exam is, he still has to take the college entrance examination.
To be admitted to the Beijing Film and Television Academy, you still need to pass the college entrance examination three months later, and your scores should not be too bad.