Chapter 4

Although Dong Jie said that Han Fei had been demoted, she actually felt sorry for her son. After venting, she went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Well, today's art test must take both brain and physical strength. Make a red jujube walnut black chicken soup for her son?

Han Xiaochong made a gesture to his son to clear the alarm, then turned on the TV and took out two game handles from the coffee table drawer. He was just about to throw one to his son, but found that he had stood up.

"Play by yourself, I want to be quiet." Han Fei waved his hand and entered his room without looking back.

In fact, Dong Jie had been staring at the news here. She quickly called Han Xiao over: "Hey, what's the matter with our son today? He doesn't even play with the game console?"

Han Xiao bowed his head and hummed, but did not speak. Dong Jie was angry at him and patted him: "what's the matter with humming? I asked your son what's the matter."

"That's not you. You beat him all day and yelled at him. Our son is not in the third grade of primary school now. He's a senior three. You have to save face for him. Han Xiao whispered, worried in his tone.

Dong Jie stared at Han Xiao and said, "face? Give him face? Do you want to save face for you?"

Han Xiao didn't seem to be aware of the approaching danger. He said, "well, you should leave some for me."

As soon as the voice fell, the muscles on her face twitched. Dong Jie smiled and held the soft meat between Han Xiao's waist: "yeah? Why don't you just add some pocket money to you?"

Han Xiao grinned in pain and shook her head quickly. Dong Jie clapped her hands contentedly and gave Han Xiao an oblique look: "don't borrow your son's name to seek welfare for yourself in the future. It's not useful for me!" after that, she cut off the chicken head on the chopping board.

Han Xiao swallowed his saliva with lingering fear. Facing the bright kitchen knife, he could only give in.

The rebellion was suppressed, and her son's problem still had to be solved. Dong Jie finally asked her husband, "Hey, do you think our son is a little strange today?"

Han Xiao shook his head blankly: "there's nothing wrong. Those who hook up with me are still the same smelly poor. It's just that the cowhide is blowing a little big. Even the Beijing Film and Television Academy dares to blow, and they also give full marks for the interpretation of the subjects..."

"I didn't learn that from you. It's called that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked." Dong Jie was also amused and patted Han Xiao angrily.

Han Xiao turned his eyes helplessly: "OK, the bad ones are inherited from me. The handsome son is inherited from you. I don't know how you learned biology in high school. It is estimated that your biology teacher can't cover the coffin now."

Just then, suddenly a bell rang outside the door. Dong Jie and Han Xiao winked at each other: "who? This point? It's not your friends who deliberately stepped on the rice point to rub the rice?"

Han Xiao shook his head blankly: "I don't think so..." he was about to open the door and was stopped by Dong Jie's eyes.

Dong Jie tilted her head and opened the door. Han Xiao didn't see it. She was secretly disgusted. She opened the door when she opened the door. Can't she put down the knife?

There was a sudden exclamation at the door. Han Xiao was startled, but he immediately felt something wrong. The sound was not like the rough voice of his friends, but like the voice of a girl. It was very young and familiar.

Han Xiao hurried 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 her daughter-in-law had smiled and hid the bright kitchen knife behind her.

"It's Asian man. Come in. Well, I'm cooking. Didn't I scare you?"

The girl shook her head. The black ponytail at the back of her head was shaking in the air. She had an oval face, a high nose and a proper beauty blank. The only disadvantage is that she was a little flat.

"Oh, it's all right, aunt Dong, I'm... OK." the girl glanced at Dong Jie's right hand with a knife.

Dong Jie also seemed to think of something. Her face turned pale. The scene was once very embarrassing. Han Xiao quickly rounded up the scene: "Hey, why are you blocking the door? Why don't you hurry to let Asian men in?"

The tone was once arrogant. Dong Jie glared at Han Xiao angrily, and then smiled at the girl: "look at my brain. Come on, Asian man, come in. Let's stay at our house for dinner today? Aunt will stew chicken soup for you."

The girl changed her slippers and turned pale when she heard the chicken soup. She waved her hand again and again: "aunt, don't be busy. I've come to find Han Fei. You're welcome. My mother is waiting for me to go home for dinner."

With that, the girl pushed open Han Fei's door and made a dull noise.

Han Fei was sitting in his chair thinking about life. He was so scared that he almost didn't fall out of the chair. He quickly looked up, but he saw a goose faced beauty with her hands around her chest and looked at herself up and down.

"Man woman?" Han Fei blurted out. The reason why he remembers so deeply is that this is his childhood sweetheart. Bah, no, it should be the shadow of his childhood.

Han Xiao, Han Fei's father, and Li Weiguo, Li Yanan's father, grew up in a small yard. Of course, in Dong Jie's words, they are two groups of stinky dog shit that have been separated for many years. They smell the same. No one is embarrassed to dislike anyone.

The relationship between Han Fei and Li Yanan has been good since their parents. Han Fei and Li Yanan were born in the same year. At first, Dong Jie recalled that the confrontation between Han Fei and Li Yanan had some advantages before the age of five, such as often robbing Li Yanan's toys and pulling her braids. (unfortunately, Han Fei has no memory of this glorious period.)

After he was six years old, Li Yanan began to sling Han Fei in various styles. Originally, Han Fei wanted to revenge after he went to junior high school. As a result, he found that he was too naive. Girls developed earlier than boys. Therefore, Han Fei was still suppressed in junior high school for three years. They didn't fight in senior high school, but his fear of Li Yanan was deep in this body, Almost formed muscle memory.

Li Yanan raised his chin from a commanding position, but she soon found that Han Fei in front of her seemed to be different from her impression. Except for the natural reaction when she just entered the door, she could not see any fear and fear in his eyes. On the contrary, she was looking up and down at herself with a very inexplicable look.

How to put it? This feeling is very uncomfortable. She seems to have seen similar eyes before, but she can't remember clearly for too long.

Li Yanan snorted angrily, took out a large pile of papers from his schoolbag and threw them on the desk in front of Han Fei. He said, "this is the homework assigned these days. Don't think you can't do the papers if you take an art exam. I'll see these papers ready and put them on my desk tomorrow morning for self-study." then he left. I don't know why, Han Fei's eyes made her heart beat faster and wanted to run away.

Han Fei make complaints about the original aesthetic of the original person. Such a beautiful woman is actually a devil's person in his memory. It's a real Bo Tim tin mat, but Leanne Li's words make Han Fei feel confused.

Immediately, Han Fei disdained and said, "hum, I'm all people who have passed the art examination. Do you still need to do papers? I'm kidding."

Li Yanan suddenly turned around and looked angry: "come on, just you? Do you know what the annual enrollment ratio of Beijing Film and Television Academy is? 0.5%! Which one who goes to the art examination is not with unique skills? What are your strengths besides special food?"

Hey, it's naked to look down on him? South Korea is not the person who secretly tuckles the original owner -- it is jumping, but the mouth is pretending to make complaints about the air passage: "then, let's make a bet. If I get in the exam, you can do something for me, no matter what, you must not refuse. If I fail to take the exam, I will let you handle it."

Li Yanan turned his back to Han Fei, tangled for a while, then half turned and motioned to Han Fei with a middle finger: "crazy!" and then walked away.

"When did this silly girl become so smart and see my motivation?" Han Fei looked at Li Yanan's back thoughtfully, and there seemed to be a faint aroma in the air.

"Wait!" Han Fei suddenly thought of a problem that he ignored. In fact, art candidates also want to participate in the college entrance examination, but the score of culture class can be slightly lower. That is to say, even if he has a good score in the art examination, he has to pass the College entrance examination three months later, and the score can't be too bad.

"This NIMA, pit father!"