MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 47

It took more than an hour before the two arrived near Song's house. When passing by an alley, Song Zhaolan said, "I'm almost there after crossing the road, you should take a taxi back later."

Yu Tingfeng didn't get motion sickness, and Song Zhaolan knew this very well.

Yu Tingfeng nodded as if nothing had happened, and didn't know if he listened or not.

"If I find that brat Yu Tingfeng, I'll have to skin him." Yu Huan's voice suddenly came from the alley.

Yu Tingfeng was taken aback, and subconsciously grabbed Song Zhaolan and squeezed into the corner next to him, hiding in the shadows.

Song Zhaolan asked angrily, "Why are you avoiding her?"

After a while, Yu Tingfeng replied: "...I'm used to it."

Song Zhaolan was silent for a while: "Because of your parents?"

Yu Tingfeng did not respond, it was a tacit consent.

When he was a child, he always heard Yulong and his wife's harsh words and warnings, which made him restless every time, and wanted to find a place to hide and stay away from these two psychopaths.

At this time, he heard Song Zhaolan sigh indiscernibly, and reached out to pat his back lightly.

Yu Tingfeng's body was tense, and he lowered his eyes in the darkness, looking at his face seriously. The place touched seemed to be ignited by a fire. It was hot and scorching, spreading to the whole back. A thin layer of sweat soaked on the skin, itchy and numb. The whole person couldn't help but take another step forward. Get closer to your partner, give your back a little more room, and expect more places for your partner's hands to go through.

This area is full of old houses with narrow alleys. After he approached, the two of them were almost chest to chest, listening to each other's breathing quietly.

In the current atmosphere, I always feel that I should say something, Yu Tingfeng looked at him sideways, his lips moved, and was about to speak, but Song Zhaolan suddenly stretched out his index finger and blocked his mouth.

Yu Tingfeng's eyelashes trembled a few times, and then he heard Ma Jingyang's voice: "Don't be too anxious, maybe he just went out to play with his friends and forgot the time."

Yu Huan anxiously said: "What kind of friends does he have? He has a very weird temper. Except for Song Zhaolan who was brought home to play last time, I haven't heard him mention anyone else. It's fine if he doesn't come home on time, and he doesn't answer the phone. Really driving me mad."

"Aren't we going to Song Zhaolan's house to find him? Maybe he's eating at his house and having a good time." Ma Jingyang comforted.

Yu Tingfeng heard the footsteps getting closer, and when he was approaching the entrance of their alley, he held his breath, but heard the high heels suddenly stop.

"My feet are a little soft." Yu Huan squatted down.

"I've been searching for a long time. You must be tired. Come on, I'll carry you." Ma Jingyang knelt down in front of her.

But Yu Huan was unmoved, hugged his knees with both hands, buried his face in it, and said in a low voice: "The child is really big, I can't control it anymore."

"Yes, yes." Ma Jingyang turned around and patted her head, "If you are really worried, let's call the police."

Yu Huan shook his head: "He must be angry with me. I saw him at the school gate today, but I told him that I came to see you. Is he throwing a tantrum? Damn, my mother gave me a hand I'm old, what's wrong with falling in love?"

Ma Jingyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Just tell him that you were called by the director?"

"Hmph, this stinky brat is causing trouble all day long. I don't know how many times I have been called by the director. He is shameless and I want shame." Yu Huan said angrily. If you want to tell him the truth, don’t those classmates laugh at him?”

Ma Jingyang smiled: "You are so duplicity, does your son know?"

"Who's duplicity?" Yu Huan raised his head, rolled his eyes at him, stood up and patted his buttocks, "Go, if Song Zhaolan's family can't find anyone, I will sever the mother-child relationship with him!"

"Okay." Ma Jingyang said with a smile, "Don't cry if you can't find you."

"Stop **** nonsense and lead the way quickly."

The two walked all the way to the main road, and after a while, two tall figures walked out of the alleyway.

"What should we do now?" Song Zhaolan asked, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

"It's not because of hide-and-seek, the ringtone will reveal my location, so I turned off the phone." Yu Tingfeng said.

Song Zhaolan couldn't help feeling: "For the game, you really sacrificed a lot."

Yu Tingfeng rubbed his head: "Tsk, do me a favor."

 …

"It's here." Ma Jingyang stood at the door of the fourth floor according to the address information sent by the head teacher of Class A, and checked the accuracy of the address again.

"Never mind him, just ask." Yu Huan rang the doorbell loudly.

After a while, a gentle and decent middle-aged woman opened the door: "Hello, what can I do?"

Yu Huan immediately stiffened like a primary school student, clasped his hands in front of his stomach, and nodded politely: "Hello, that...Excuse me, is this the home of the handsome Song Zhaolan, ah no, the little classmate Song Zhaolan?"

"Yes you are?"

"I'm Yu Tingfeng's mother, that's it, I want to ask him..." Before Yu Huan finished speaking, he saw Yu Tingfeng poking his head out from behind Zhao Qinghong holding a job bowl , immediately opened his eyes wide, "You are indeed here!"

"What's wrong?" Yu Tingfeng looked blank.

"Why didn't you answer my call?"

"out of battery."

"Why don't you go home?"

"Aunt Zhao's food is delicious, besides, aren't you on a date?"

"..."

Yu Tingfeng smiled suddenly: "Could it be that you are looking for me and feel sorry for me?"

"Fart, I'm here to see if you ran away from home and walked a little further." Yu Huan said.

"Then I go?"

"You go."

"I can leave as soon as I say."

"Let's go!"

"Hey, if you want me to go, I'll go? I won't go. Is there any supper at home?"

"I know how to eat in a day, but my mother can only order two noodles, whether I like it or not."

"Lay two more eggs." Yu Tingfeng nodded in satisfaction.

Zhao Qinghong saw that the mother and son had been bickering since they met, and wanted to persuade them, but she didn't know how to persuade them. Seeing Ma Jingyang smiling at the side, she knew that this might be their way of getting along, right?

It's a little strange.

"Hurry up and get the old lady home after dinner, what's it like to disturb someone else's house here?" Yu Huan said.

"Understood." Yu Tingfeng looked impatient, but still obediently said goodbye to Zhao Qinghong, then looked back at Song Zhaolan, "Let's go."

Song Zhaolan nodded.

Yu Tingfeng then followed Yu Huan home.

After the people left, Zhao Qinghong was still recalling the situation just now. Seeing Song Zhaolan sitting back at the dining table, she asked, "Where did you two go today? You two suddenly ran home together to ask me for food. I was really shocked." , I thought you guys did something bad outside."

"I went to visit the children in the orphanage."

"Then it's a good thing, why did the kid keep it from his mother?"

Song Zhaolan gnawed at the bone and said, "Probably because of the ancestral pride?"

Zhao Qinghong was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "I told you several times, don't stay up late secretly, why are you always disobedient, believe it or not, my mother will cut you?"

Song Zhaolan was silent.

Zhao Qinghong asked in a low voice, "Isn't it strange and against harmony?"

"Yes."

"Okay." Zhao Qinghong gave up this trick. Sure enough, the way of education varies from person to person.

 …

When they arrived downstairs at Yu's house, Ma Jingyang said goodbye to them: "I'm going back, you guys should rest early. The weather is getting colder, Huanhuan, remember to pack more clothes."

"You too, remember to wear the scarf I knitted for you." Yu Huan instructed.

Yu Tingfeng: "That thing you tore into a ball with wool deserves to be called a scarf?"

Yu Huan: "..."

Ma Jingyang said affectionately: "Don't worry, I wear it every day, and the students can testify. Recently, the discipline in class has improved a lot. Everyone is looking at my scarf. It must be moved by our relationship. They are single. I can envy you."

Yu Tingfeng: "No, we're just looking at what kind of thing you're wearing around your neck."

Yu Huan glared at him, then stretched out his hand pretentiously: "Old horse."

"Huanhuan."

Seeing that the two were about to embrace each other, Yu Tingfeng rolled his eyes in his heart, felt that it was unnecessary, turned around and went upstairs first.

In the middle of the night, he was a little sleepless.

After tossing and turning for a long time before falling asleep, I vaguely dreamed of the scene in the alleyway again, my chest rose and fell, my breathing intertwined, and there was a vague smell belonging to another person.

Yu Tingfeng opened his eyes, it was not yet dawn, he lifted the quilt, looked down at his wet pants, and went to the bathroom depressedly.

Yu Huan yawned, opened the door in a daze, and saw Yu Tingfeng rubbing his underwear: "Ah... ahhh."

"What are you looking at!" Yu Tingfeng pushed the door violently, finished washing his pants angrily, opened the door with a worried face, and went to the balcony to dry the clothes.

Yu Huan became more awake, leaned against the door and smiled, went into the bathroom to wash his face and brushed his teeth, saw him drinking water in the living room when he came out, and couldn't help asking: "Kid, who did you dream about?"

"Pfft." Yu Tingfeng covered his mouth, swallowed the water, and then said fiercely, "None of your business."

"Hey, I'm your mother after all. Although you don't have a real father, you can still tell me about this matter." Yu Huan didn't know what to think of, "By the way, I stood with you at the school gate yesterday. The girl with you is pretty, what's her name?"

"Liu Zhuizhui."

"You didn't go home yesterday, could it be because you went on a date with her?" Yu Huan asked.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yu Tingfeng said straightforwardly, "She's just my sister."

"Oh~ sister~" Yu Huan's expression was even more meaningful, "I understand, I understand everything."

You know what a fart you know, telling us about our relationship and identity scares you to death, Yu Tingfeng secretly slandered.

"I'm going to the store. You can go downstairs to have breakfast by yourself." Yu Huan hurriedly cleaned up, saw him still sitting in the living room, and told him while putting on his shoes, "It's so early, go to bed again."

Unexpectedly, Yu Tingfeng got up suddenly and put on his shoes: "Let's go."

"Go? Where are you going?"

"Send you to the store."

Yu Huan glanced at him in surprise, and by the time he realized it, he was already on the way to the store with him.

"Then what, you'd better go learn electric bikes, you're too heavy!" Yu Huan rode a small e-donkey, and it was hard to climb uphill.

Yu Tingfeng got out of the car, pushed the car up and climbed up, and then sat back down again. His legs felt sore and numb after curling up for a long time, and he snorted, "What kind of broken car is this? I can't afford it."

"No way, poor." Yu Huan said with a smile.

"Buy less useless things and you'll be fine."

"You know what, there is no one in the family who doesn't spend money. You are not in charge of the house and don't know the price of oil and salt." Yu Huan said.

Yu Tingfeng didn't speak any more, and looked up at the streetlights. There were only the two of them on the street, and the cold wind made their cheeks ache.

"Buy more things to wipe your face."

"What did you say? I can't hear you."

"I said, take good care of your old face!" Yu Tingfeng roared.

"Brat, are you starting to dislike your old lady? Do you know that my old lady is a pastry beauty!"

"Pull it down. Xi Shi can wake up from the coffin board with a smile. I have never seen Xi Shi with such rough hands."

"You know what a fart!"

"I understand!"

The two bickered for a long time, and Yu Huan resorted to a trick: "Who did you dream about, tell me!"

Yu Tingfeng finally died down.

After a long time, Yu Huan couldn't help but said again: "Forget it, I won't ask any more, just say something, you can do anything, it's so boring."

Yu Tingfeng: "Then let me ask you, are you a pig?"

"You are the **** pig!"

"Oh, so it's true."

"..."

The pastry shop invited a young man, and Yu Huan and the young man were usually in the shop, and occasionally, if there was something to go out, the man would help look after the shop.

When the mother and son arrived, the man hadn't come yet. Yu Huan opened the door, tied on the apron skillfully, and began to prepare materials.

"Okay, my wife has arrived at the store safely, you can go back." Yu Huan said.

Yu Tingfeng stood at the door of the back kitchen watching her making noodles, walked over to take over her work, and said impatiently, "I won't be able to sleep even if I go back."

Yu Huan smiled: "Okay, then you can try this."

Yu Tingfeng rubbed it twice, paused suddenly, and asked, "When will you make red bean cakes?"

"Why? You want to eat again?" Yu Huan was preparing low-gluten flour. "You have brought a lot of red bean cakes to school recently. You didn't like them so much before. They are for others, right?"

"You don't need to worry about it." Yu Tingfeng said, "You can teach me."

Yu Huan gave him a teasing look: "All right, young man, he has a bright future."

After dawn, Song Zhaolan had breakfast at home, and received messages from his partners asking him about the situation of the orphanage.

Half an hour later, a group of people gathered downstairs in Song's house and set off to the orphanage together.

"I can give lectures to children!" Xue Canming said, "Learning really makes people happy, and I want them to feel this kind of happiness."

Yu Xiaohui: "I can teach girls Kung Fu so that they can protect themselves from being bullied."

Mao Hongxi: "Then I will teach the children how to stance the horse and distinguish fine wine?"

"Fine wine is fine." Zhao Mingdeng said, "Alcohol and meat are taboos, how about teaching them how to maintain a compassionate heart?"

Chen Yuting said: "Then I teach them makeup?"

The partners all looked at him, and Chen Yuting smiled coyly: "Just kidding, just kidding. How about Wu Xiaoyu, what are you going to teach?"

"I don't teach." Wu Xiaoyu said, "These children are from our beggar gang... no, they are all my half-brothers of Wu Xiaoyu, so I decided to donate, and I prepared 100,000 yuan."

buddies:! !

Why is this person exuding golden light all over his body! ?

Song Zhaolan said seriously: "Look, do I still have a chance to join the Beggar Gang?"

After arriving at the orphanage, the dean came out to receive him in surprise, and said with a smile, "Did you agree? Are you all here today?"

"Anyone else?" Song Zhaolan asked.

"That's right, the young man who played with you yesterday, Yu Tingfeng." The dean said, "They are already inside."

Xue Canming was the first to ask: "Leader, why do you play with Yu Tingfeng?"

"We have twelve candidates together." Song Zhaolan stated the facts.

"Oh, that makes sense. That's the twelve of you playing together. It makes sense." After Xue Canming finished speaking, his eyes suddenly froze. "Oops, they won't do anything to the children, right?"

As soon as the words fell, the screams of children were heard from inside.

Several people turned their faces straight, and rushed to the outside of the classroom quickly. Looking inside, they saw Yu Tingfeng, Liu Chasing, Zhang Wei and others sitting among the children. , I saw that the leader of the Demon Cult used Qianlong Finger to seal the lunatic's death spot, the rabbit rose and fell, the lunatic screamed and plopped, and fell in front of the leader. The leader waved Flicking your sleeves, you won't take a single cloud away, but you will look suave and handsome!"

"Wow!" The children applauded.

Wulin Zheng said: "..."

Do you still want face? ah? ?

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