Carry the handle and tell me not to leave after school

Hang Yiwei frowned uncertainly, "I don't understand a lot."

He is especially not confident in his studies. After all, he has always been a poor student. Even if he is not stupid, he is not necessarily smart. Xiao Yin's learning method is too difficult for him.

Xiao Yin looked at him, "Trust me, huh?"

Hang Yiwei pursed his lips. It's not that he doesn't believe in Xiao Yin, it's that he doesn't believe in himself.

After walking two steps, he lowered his head and said hesitantly, "I want to get into C University."

Xiao Yin paused.

He wants to be admitted to C University. Last year, the score line of C University exceeded the standard line by more than 60 points. With his current score, he might not be able to pass the test.

Smart as Xiao Yin, of course he knew what Hang Yiwei was thinking, he was silent for a while, and then looked at Hang Yiwei seriously, "Hang Hang, you don't have to be admitted to C University, the Chinese language major of C University is not as good as A big."

"I can change my major, and the law department of University C is also very good." It's just that the admission score is too high.

Hang Yiwei held back what they both knew.

Xiao Yin stood in the light and shadow, with a complicated look on his face.

"Hanghang..." He raised a hand and pressed his eyebrows, and looked at Hang Yiwei intently, "You don't have to go to the same university as me, it doesn't matter which university you want to go to, and what major you study It has to be based on your own preferences. Don't change your original intentions for anyone, you know?"

How can these things about life and the future come to hasty results for another person; the future is walking by itself, and no one will follow along the way.

Xiao Yin doesn't want Hang Yiwei to wrong himself for him; when Hang Yiwei has no direction, he can guide him to find the direction in his own way, but he can't take him with him. Hang Yiwei may not like the future he likes.

How can young people understand these principles.

At this age, there are a lot of inexplicable thoughts, thinking that "to save others with self-love and selflessness" is true love. I have never thought that two independent living bodies, living environments are very different, how can they be so self-sufficient. Human empathy.

The current Hang Yiwei couldn't understand Xiao Yin's words very much.

After hearing these words, he could only think that Xiao Yin was not that serious about this relationship; the alarm bells that Qiao Zhuo had sounded for him more than once had paid off.

Even Qiao Zhuo knows that he plays with men, and this play is not a playful relationship.

In fact, Hang Yiwei is particularly unwilling to mention Xiao Yin's past, they are all men, who can understand.

"My original intention is to make money." Hang Yiwei twitched his lips, and walked straight forward without looking at Xiao Yin.

He didn't break away from Xiao Yin's hand, Xiao Yin followed behind as if being dragged away by him.

He has no spiritual needs, and even material needs are difficult for him to meet, so what is the spirit.

So he doesn't care where he goes to college, as long as he chooses a major to make money in the future.Going to C University and being with Xiao Yin might satisfy his only extravagant spirit.

Xiao Yin wanted to say something at first, but when he saw Hang Yiwei's back, he was a little bleak and thin, did he hold back those words.

He followed Hang Yiwei to the house, and Hang Yiwei poured the porridge into the pot to warm it up, but Xiao Yin threw him a sentence of "go to a book" and pushed him away.

Seeing Hang Yiwei tiptoeing around, he felt that this kitchen was not the place for Hang Yiwei to stay.

Hang Yiwei was so happy that he didn't cook. He sat on the shabby fabric sofa in the living room and took out the English paper to write, which was due early tomorrow morning.

Now he doesn't copy his homework anymore, at most he gives Xiao Yin his homework to look over and ask Xiao Yin to correct it for him.However, after this kind of homework is handed in, it is still considered plagiarized.

About 20 minutes later, the smell of food wafted from the kitchen. Hang Yiwei was already hungry. He was at the age of growing up. He ate three bowls at noon every day, and his stomach was flat in the last class in the afternoon. Coo.

In the evening, he just ate a piece of bread, and he would be very hungry by now. When he smelled the aroma, he threw away his pen and went straight to the kitchen. came in from the outside.

"Where did you get the food?" Hang Yiwei looked down at the cabbage on the plate in surprise.

Xiao Yin raised his eyebrows, "I found it in the refrigerator, the bottom floor."

Hang Yiwei scratched his head. He doesn't know how to cook, so he doesn't know what dishes are in the house. Anyway, he heats up the food when there is food, and cooks noodles when there is no food.

Stir fry?nonexistent.

"Take out the dishes, you eat first. I'll fry another potato." Hang Yiwei pushed him out with his elbow.

"Still fried? The two of us..."

Xiao Yin didn't look at him, and started pouring oil directly, "The food in the cafeteria is not nutritious; you should eat more now, or you won't grow taller."

The previous words still seem to be the same, but the latter words simply do not respect the facts at all.

Hang Yiwei glanced at him contemptuously. At 175, he was already tall in the class.Even Xiao Yin didn't know what to eat. He felt that Xiao Yin was a little taller, but then he thought about the height of the Xiao family, and none of them was short.

"Why are you standing there stupidly?" Xiao Yin went to get the chopped potatoes, and looked sideways to see that Hang Yiwei was still standing.

Hang Yiwei caught his gaze unexpectedly, and looked away awkwardly, "I'm going out."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out with his back stiff while carrying the dishes.

Xiao Yin raised his eyebrows slightly, Hang Hang walked smoothly.

Hang Yiwei put the dishes on the table, filled the porridge, sat on the stool and waited for Xiao Yin to come out.

So when Xiao Yin came out with the last fried hot and sour potato shreds, he immediately saw Hang Yiwei who looked like a kindergarten kid obediently sitting on a stool waiting for his parents to pick him up.

He couldn't help but walked over, "Hang Hang." He put down the dishes and sat down beside Hang Yiwei, "Do you know what you look like now?"

Hang Yiwei frowned and looked at him suspiciously.

Xiao Yin raised the corners of his lips, leaned close to his ear, and said in a low voice, "Like my son."

Depend on!

"You fucking—"

"Ok?"

Just as Hang Yiwei was about to swear, Xiao Yin's sharp gaze swept over him, and Hang Yiwei subconsciously held back the next sentence he was about to curse.

Xiao Yin was particularly satisfied with his reaction, "Be good, eat."

Be good, sister!

Hang Yiwei's earlobe was a little hot.

He picked up the bowl and wanted to drink porridge, when suddenly there was the sound of turning a key outside the door.

Hang Yiwei and Xiao Yin were taken aback for a moment, they immediately looked towards the door, and Hang Ma pushed the door open and entered.