Wei Qingfan didn’t understand the thoughts and intentions of his mother and sister, but he was really not enthusiastic about it.

First of all, he did not have a clear similar idea about Li Wanyi;

Secondly, if he really shows similar intentions, it is likely that Li Wanyi will be alert and guarded, and her favorability for her sister and mother will be greatly reduced.

Compared to chasing Li Wanyi, he hopes to maintain the current situation and let his mother and sister have a good relationship with Li Wanyi.

This is more beneficial for hugging the thighs.

My sister and Li Wanyi went to school for evening self-study first. Wei Qingfan soaked some leftover buns at noon and fed them to the dog. Just as he was about to go back to the house, he heard the sound of a motorcycle and his father was back.

"I just got the girl who lives with your sister?"

Wei Peng took the motorcycle parking shed, then went to wash his hands, and turned around to ask his son.

Wei Qingfan nodded, "You met?"

"I met at the intersection and said hello to me."

Wei Peng said, pausing his hand washing action, then looked back at his son and sighed.

His expression at this moment was very similar to that of Mrs. Wang when Li Wanyi left after seeing the house yesterday, and he was disgusted and helpless as if he was disappointed.

"I think your son is not worthy of others?"

Wei Qingfan helped his father speak out, then rolled his eyes in anger, "I'll go upstairs to read books now!"

As soon as he turned around, he heard his father sighing behind him: "This is not just about academic performance."

"What do you mean?"

Wei Qingfan was unhappy now, "Am I not handsome enough?"

"Handsome, handsome."

Wei Peng seemed to be amused by his son's behavior, wiped his hands and said with a smile, "Okay, go read the book... Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten, my mom has left you a meal."

Wei Qingfan was a little worried and went upstairs to read a book.

The school’s evening self-study is from 6:30 to 8:20, and senior high school students should extend their "for a while" until 9:30.

Wei Qingfan was still reviewing in the study. When he was about nine o'clock, his mother came up and said she wanted to go to bed first, so he asked him to look at the door later and remember to lock it.

Wei Qingfan agreed and continued to do the questions. I don’t know how long it took, but the door was suddenly pushed open. Wei Qingchan leaned in and said in surprise: “Are you really reading a book?”

Wei Qingfan looked back at the elder sister, looked up at the time, and it was already ten o'clock.

He got up and stretched, and asked, "Is the senior sister here?"

"I'm here."

Li Wanyi's voice came from outside, and then came over, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, when you come back, I'll go lock the door."

Wei Qingfan picked up the key, Wei Qingchan gave him a blank look and said, "I have locked it up, are you still counting on you?"

After all, Li Wanyi is an outsider and it is impossible for her to give her the key to the door, so she only gave her the key to the door, but Wei Qingchan took the key to the door.

"Okay, do you want to use the bathroom? If you don't, I'll brush my teeth first, and I'll be sleepy."

The two girls still had to take a shower, so Wei Qingfan went to wash up first and went back to the room to sleep.

Overall, the move in did not have much impact on his life. The most obvious difference is probably that the bathroom upstairs became clean to the naked eye.

Wei Qingfan once worried that two girls would be embarrassed to throw the sanitary napkins into the trash can, which might cause sewer blockage. However, if he talked about this topic, he would be very likely to be beaten by his sister, so he would not mention it. Anyway, he might not need to talk about it now, so he could ask his mother to indirectly in the future.

A week passed in a blink of an eye, and the first phase of Wei Qingfan's review plan was completed smoothly. The overall framework has been built. The next step is to overcome some difficult points. If you can't hurry up, there is no need to be too anxious.

Wei Qingfan spent an hour making a new plan. In addition to reviewing, he also left time to read and understand current affairs.

He is not accurate and distracted from starting a business too early. Although starting early has the advantage of starting a first-mover, he also needs to pay attention to the timing.

The grade is too young and the popularity is still far away. Instead of spending too early to manage these things, it is better to lay a solid foundation in advance and make the wings as full and firm as possible.

One day when the wind blows, it will soar up.

To do this, it is not enough to rely solely on foresight and hard reading. The so-called foresight is sometimes a burden, and the knowledge in books is lagging behind, and many wrong views will not be corrected in time.

So in the next few days, Wei Peng and Wang Shuhua were surprised to find that after their son suddenly changed his temperament due to love, he had another quirk:

Watch the news!

He dropped the morning and evening news every day for a minute, and he stood in front of the TV on time and watched it very seriously.

Although I don’t understand it, it’s better than playing games in an Internet cafe anyway, and the couple doesn’t interfere.

On Saturday 27th, Wei Qingfan came to the library again and returned all three books he had borrowed - he had not finished reading "Records of the Grand Historian 1", but he still paid it back.

Because the book I borrowed was too few comments and there was no full text translation, I couldn't understand it.

He finished reading recent newspapers in the library and borrowed another book with more detailed notes, including the full text translation of "Records of the Grand Historian 1" and a thick book of "Das Kapital".

The summer homework has been written. Wei Qingfan is not going to do the questions in the past two days before school starts. After returning home, he starts to continue reading "Records of the Grand Historian".

The next morning, after dinner, my parents went to Tianhai Campus to buy goods. Wei Qingfan was reading books at home, and Cao Ze came again.

"Why, no money?"

Wei Qingfan asked strangely, then raised his eyebrows, "I'll lend you."

"No……"

Cao Ze glanced at him and looked in front of him, "What are you looking at?"

Wei Qingfan illuminated the cover for him.

"Records of the Grand Historian?"

Cao Ze's round face wrinkled, "What do you think of this thing?"

Wei Qingfan said angrily: "The masterpiece of the historians, the Li Sao without rhyme, why did he become a junk person when he came to you?"

"It's not interesting."

Cao Ze curled his lips, "I feel a headache when I see Zhihu. I can't even understand the bullshit. There are also ancient poems, and I don't know what the meaning of memorizing them all over and over."

Wei Qingfan said: "Just let you recite what you have. If you don't understand now, you will know in the future."

"Go." Cao Ze sneered.

Wei Qingfan glanced at him and smiled and said, "Why would I show you something interesting?"

"What?" Cao Ze's expression was very suspicious.

Wei Qingfan didn't say anything, picked up a pen and wrote it on the blank draft paper.

Cao Ze came over to see him and saw that he wrote like a poem:

"A thing is always six inches long, sometimes soft and sometimes hard. It is as soft as a drunk man, as hard as a wind monk, and as crazy as a wind monk. It is a skill to go out of the female and enter the Yin, and it is written in the hometown under the waist and navel. It is born with two sons with you, and he has fought with a beautiful woman for several games.

Cao Ze looked over and over again several times, and suddenly he seemed to understand something. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Wei Qingfan, as if he was a little unbelievable."

Wei Qingfan asked a little amusedly: "Don't understand?"

He held the ballpoint pen and continued to write:

"…Beauties have always been a place to compete for, and have been the land of gentleness of heroes since ancient times.

What is its color? What is its ice and snow in deep winter? What is its quality? What is its fresh cotton in early summer? What is its flavor? What is its shape in spring? What is its shape? The autumn waves are rippling.

When moving, it is like a serene jade rabbit, and when quiet, it is like a lazy white dove. It is lofty, its flesh is trembling, its pink and tender, and its watery spirit is snatching the soul of a man and making a woman feel sexy.

I look down on my haggard head, and I look at your twin (jade) peaks, just like a boat entering the harbor, like returning home. Apart from the cold wind and rain, I will devote myself to the warm ocean.

Deeply intimate, shallow, intoxicated, flying.”

Cao Ze continued to look wide, looked over and over again and again several times, swallowed, turned around and looked at the closed study door, and lowered his voice, "Where did you see it?"

"Don't think wrong."

Wei Qingfan curled his lips and smiled, "These are all famous works. The first one comes from ancient classics, and the second one comes from the hands of the great revolutionary martyrs, the initiator and advocate of the new culture. It is not the kind of mess you think."

"It's true, why haven't I heard of it?"

Cao Ze blinked his round eyes twice, looking like "Although I don't study much, don't lie to me like this."

Wei Qingfan said: "It means you have seen too little and seen too much, and there are so many such things."

Cao Ze glanced at the two things he wrote again, and then whispered: "Is there any more?"

“There are so many.”

Wei Qingfan rolled his eyes and wrote half of the essay "Qinyuanchun":

"The orchid breasts are faintly lit up, and the fat is condensed and the fragrance is faint.

Like the green leaves of Luoluo, the newly hung tung tung seeds; the purple tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung tung

Dou Xiaohanquan, flowers are full of dew, and the two Wufengs are the most heartbreaking.

Adding melancholy, a thin coat is a red wall."
To be continued...