The love value of fast crossing space

Chapter 10

The sound of a bicycle axle turning gently.

The thin and tall boy pushed the cart into the somewhat dark alley.

A family's dog pricked up its ears and barked a few times when it heard the movement.

However, as the boy got closer, the Doberman seemed to recognize him, and gradually became quiet.

When the person pushed the cart to the front, Du Bin stepped forward and rubbed the other party's school uniform trouser legs, and let out a few soft whimpers in his throat.

Bicycles are parked in the carport.

The boy leaned over and locked it.

A nearby household heard the movement, and the hostess came out yawning and saw him, "Xiao Ling is back."

Song Ling responded, put both hands in his pockets, stepped forward with long legs, and walked into the door of his house.

Seeing her son after a busy day, Song's mother couldn't help overflowing her brows with joy. She shook off the water drops from washing the vegetables on her hands, "The meal is ready, and it's on the table. I have another dish at hand. Don't wait for me, you Let's eat first with my brother."

Song Ling murmured, but still walked into the kitchen, her deep black eyes drooping, "Mom, let me do the washing."

The young man's thin and tall body immediately set off the already simple and narrow kitchen even lower. Compared with his son, the woman's figure was immediately shorter by a large amount, and she looked extremely thin.

She took the sink back and said without looking back, but with a smile on her lips, "Oh, no need to help, it will be ready soon, you go eat first."

Song Ling paused, then slowly turned around and left the kitchen.

Beside the dining table, a young man who was also thin and handsome, who looked almost like Song Ling, had been sitting there pushing a wheelchair for an unknown amount of time.

He was holding a book to read, when he heard the voice, he raised his head and called out, "Brother."

His voice is exactly the same deep and pleasant as his brother's.

Song Ling looked at the dining table.

A rare new tablecloth, already covered with plates full of food.

Three vegetarian dishes, two meat dishes, and one soup.

Although there is not a lot of meat in the meat dishes, and the dishes are not very rich, but this is already very solemn in his family.

It is only available during the holidays.

"Happy birthday." Song Ling said in a low voice, and took out a model airplane from his schoolbag with his long fingers. His long eyelashes were half-down, calm and focused.

The eyes of the boy who had been quiet on the opposite side slowly lit up, as if they were covered with stars.

However, thinking of something, his eyes slowly calmed down again.

He put away the model plane carefully, and finally said softly, "Thank you brother."

Even though they agreed to eat first, the two of them still sat facing each other, neither moved their chopsticks first, they were all waiting for the busy figure in the kitchen.

The dinner table was quiet for a while, Song Ran pushed the book in his hand over, "Brother, I don't understand a question."

Song Ling looked at the conic section formula above, his eyes were calm, and his voice was low, "Have you previewed the knowledge of the sophomore year?"

If his younger brother is not sick, he should still be in the first year of high school now.

"Well. Anyway, being idle at home is idle."

Song Ran's tone was casual.

Song Ling looked at the title, he raised his hand, and Song Ran had already handed over the pen.

He lowered his eyes, focused his gaze, and clearly listed the process one by one.

After several methodical derivations and calculations, finally, the tip of the pen paused and the answer was obtained.

Song Ran looked at the side with burning eyes, "Brother... this is a competition question, and you... only spent 5 minutes."

Although he always knew that his brother's grades were very good, but seeing it with his own eyes, he still asked in disbelief, "Have you never done this question before?"

Song Ling nodded, took a sip of water, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.

Song Ran took a breath, calmed down and read the steps written by his brother.

After a while, he raised his head and asked, "Brother, have you won an award recently?"

Song Ling nodded, didn't say much, took a physics book to read, and said in a low voice, "How do you know?"

Song Ran paused, "Sister Miao Miao said."

(End of this chapter)