My father is a professor in the Music Department of Qing University, and my mother graduated from Peking Normal University. Qiao Yang has heard of it since he was a child and is very interested in musical instruments and rhythms, but he is not very good at sports.

What the teacher said in physical education class, he did, and was different from others about physical education activities or sports activities. He just wanted to try not to make a fool of himself.

This time when he went out to buy strings, he simply explained the situation to the teacher when the teacher asked everyone to move freely and left early.

Unexpectedly, I met Yang Yang at the school gate and wanted to help him deliver yogurt and fresh milk to Yang Feng's dormitory.

But when he arrived at the door of the dormitory building and looked at the closed door, he remembered that there were more than 20 minutes left before the afternoon physical education get out of class was over.

The window of the dormitory manager's duty room is right next to it. I have a leave note approved by the teacher on my body, but I can find a reason to let the aunt adapt and put it in.

But I don’t know which dormitory Yang Feng lives in, and his people have not come back now, and it’s useless to go in.

It was really hasty, I didn't expect this at all.

Qiao Yang sat depressedly on the steps in front of the dormitory gate, and could only wait for the end of get out of class to ring, Yang Feng met with the dormitory building.

It was already the end of September and the weather was not that hot. Some students, including Qiao Yang, had already changed into long-sleeved T-shirts.

However, because the weather has not completely turned cold, it was still a little hot at noon. Qiao Yang's long-sleeved T-shirt is very thin, and the sleeves are rolled up and there is no difference between them and short-sleeved T-shirts.

It was almost evening again. I sat on the steps. After only ten minutes, a gust of wind blew, he couldn't help but curl his body and tried to warm himself up.

When I arrived at the door of the dormitory building, the dormitory manager who was about to open the door on time, I couldn't bear to feel compassion when I saw the child Qiao Yang's appearance.

"Child, are you in a hurry to go back to the dormitory? Auntie lets you in first."

"No need for auntie, I'm waiting for someone."

Waiting for someone?

The dormitory manager glanced at the two bags at Qiao Yang's feet and was a little confused. Now the boys can be so good, and they will give them something.

"Boy, are you bullied? If you are, just nod."

“…”

"Or are you sending something to your brother?"

Qiao Yang didn't say anything, and the dormitory manager changed his statement.

After carefully calculating your age and Yang Feng, Qiao Yang felt that she was right, so he said, "Well, it's my brother, I'll give him milk for his father."

"Then you brothers have a good relationship."

That's reasonable. The dormitory manager nodded with satisfaction, turned around and went back to the duty room to sit first.

Time passes by minute by minute.

After the bell rang at the end of get out of class, Yang Feng's figure appeared on the cement road in front of the boys' dormitory.

Qiao Yang, who had been waiting for almost half an hour, immediately lit up his eyes, picked up two bags, and ran towards him.

"Yang Feng, you finally got off get out of class. This is what your father brought to you. One bag is yours and the other bag is Xiaoyu. I still have something to do, so I left first."

Qiao Yang handed the two bags to Yang Feng's hand. The latter had just taken them in a hurry. Before he could say thank you, he turned around and found that he had run away, leaving only his back.

"Awesome Yang Feng, you still know this person."

"It's nothing, it's just that he is a classmate in elementary school. Is he very famous?"

The roommate in the dormitory with Yang Feng was full of surprise expressions on his face. Yang Feng looked at the milk in the bag and answered the conversation without being salty or indifferent.

"Why aren't famous? I've seen him on TV before."

"I've seen it, too, but why do I think he's like a little girl when he sees you?"

“…”

Yang Feng was speechless when the two roommates said something and said something. He held two bags in his hand and walked forward alone, thinking that after dinner, he would give her the portion of Xiaoyu during evening study.

Two roommates hurriedly followed.

"Hey, Yang Feng, why are you doing so fast?"

"Are you guilty?"

"You are so guilty. Girls are not as gossipy as you... Go back to the dormitory quickly and then go to the cafeteria to have a meal."

The teaching building is not far from the dormitory building. The three of them have already walked into the gate of the dormitory building after a few words.

In the duty room, the dormitory manager aunt saw Yang Feng holding Qiao Yang's two bags that Qiao Yang had just now, and waved to him to call him over.

"Classmate, come here."

"Just just now, your brother came to you with these two bags of things and sat at the door of the dormitory for half an hour. Why did you carry both bags back by yourself? Don't he keep them?"

Brother? When will this guy Qiao Yang become his brother?

Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, and saw the reproachful look of the dormitory manager. He had a premonition that if he had a sing opposite tune at this time, he would probably have scolded him like his mother.

"He has something to do and I'm going to help him get the dormitory."

"That's good, you have such a good brother to cherish."

"I understand, thank you aunt."

Yang Feng felt a little sweaty in his heart and quickly ran towards his dormitory.

He was a little grateful to Qiao Yang for helping him bring things, but after hearing what the dormitory manager said, he felt awkward again.

Will Qiao Yang not give the things to the dormitory manager aunt? Why are you pretending to be his brother? You are sick.

...

It's time to study at night.

After putting his bag of things in the dormitory, Yang Feng came to the classroom with another bag of things belonging to Yang Xiaoyu.

Yang Feng is still about the same height as Yang Xiaoyu. After telling the teacher that they are siblings, the two sat together smoothly.

However, because Yang Xiaoyu has the habit of taking a shower after dinner, evening self-study is later than Yang Feng’s visit to the classroom.

After arriving at the classroom, I saw the bag under my desk and asked Yang Feng in confusion, "Whose these things belong to?"

"My dad came to school today, and this is what he brought to me, ours."

"The school store sells breakfast milk and yogurt. Why are my dad sending these here?"

Yang Xiaoyu sat in her seat, picked up the bag and looked at the things inside, a bottle of yogurt and a few bags of fresh milk.

In other words, the shelf life is only a few days. It looks more advanced than the yogurt and milk that are often used in the school supermarket for several months and a year, but the taste should be similar.

"Maybe I bought it on the way." Yang Feng said as he took a sneak peek at Yang Xiaoyu's flat chest, "Or worry about your developmental problems."

Yang Xiaoyu paused a little, slowly put it back on the ground, and her fists slowly tightened, "Xiaofeng, is it because my sister is so kind to you? Do you want to ask for a fight?"

Feeling a chill in his neck, Yang Feng moved half of his butt and hurriedly explained: "I mean height, absolutely nothing else, no!"

"Forget it, let you go this time."

There were more and more people in the classroom. Yang Xiaoyu shook Yang Feng's eyes, lowered her head and started looking for exercise books in the drawer to prepare for homework.

"By the way, nothing happened to you and Qiao Yang recently."

"No, I just said twice, why should I ask this?"

"He claims to be my brother today, and you are my sister, so... don't do it, I'm telling the truth."

Seeing Yang Xiaoyu lifting the exercise book again, Yang Feng slapped his exercise book and blocked his face, shrank his neck and said.

"That's his own problem, it has nothing to do with me. If he says it's your brother, I won't stop him if you hit him."

"Sure, according to what you said, he took advantage of me. Next time I find out, I will hit him."

Yang Feng clenched his fists and said confidently.

Logically speaking, Qiao Yang helped his father deliver things to them, and it was wrong to hit someone himself, but for some reason, he always felt that he would have no chance after he didn't beat him up now.

"By the way, sister, there are three days left for the National Day holiday. Do you think Sister Hua will come back to play with us?"

"Won't."

"Why?"

Hearing that Hua Xiaoqian would not come back, Yang Feng lay on the table like a salted fish that had lost his ideals.

"Because if I were her, I wouldn't have come back."

Although I have never read the letter Hua Xiaoqian wrote to Yang Feng, Yang Xiaoyu can clearly feel that their sister Hua has changed a lot in recent years and seems to be more targeted.

Otherwise, even if I was learning to drive all summer vacation, I wouldn’t have time to find them to play. After the college entrance examination, I wouldn’t have summer homework. I should have other things to be busy with.

"But you are not her, maybe Sister Hua will give me a sudden surprise."

"If you think so, just do whatever you want, don't bother me to do my homework."

After saying that, Yang Xiaoyu stopped talking.

Yang Feng had no choice but to open his exercise book.

...

During the National Day holiday, Yang Feng didn't wait for Hua Xiaoqian to come back.
To be continued...