There were still broken glass scattered all over the floor of the living room outside, but there was no sign of the tall man.

Just when Wei You was wondering if the other party had gone out, he suddenly heard a snoring sound coming from the sofa. He walked over and saw that Wei's father had indeed fallen asleep on the sofa drunk.

Perhaps it was the expression after deep sleep that softened the sharpness of his facial features. When Wei You looked at the man now, he felt that he was not as ferocious as before, and he looked quite young, at most in his early thirties.

He did not stay by the sofa, but went to the kitchen first, got some ice cubes from the refrigerator, wrapped them in a clean towel, and brought them into the room to reduce the swelling on Wei Xu's face.

The towel blocked the unique burning sensation of the ice, leaving only a cool touch. When applied to the swollen and hot face, it greatly reduced the pain.

Wei You put a towel on his cheek and applied ice for a while, then asked, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"

Wei Xu stared at the screen and nodded.

"As long as it works." Wei You turned the towel over from time to time, trying to use the softer side to apply to his face.

He watched a movie with Guazi for a while, and then he found that the child's eyes were not always on the tablet.

In addition to watching movies, those kitten-like eyes would occasionally glance at the takeaway bag.

He glanced at it and wrinkled his nose, as if trying to identify some smell.

Wei You thought his actions were a little too cute, and asked with a smile, "Do you smell it?"

Wei Xu raised his head and looked at him in confusion.

Wei You suddenly thought of a possibility: "You haven't had dinner yet, have you?"

Wei Xu paused and nodded.

"!" Wei You almost cursed, but he held it back in front of the child.

He put the towel wrapped in ice cubes in Wei Xu's hand, picked up the takeaway bag and said, "You apply it first, I'll go heat up the food for you."

·

After such a long wait, the takeaway has already gone cold.

Wei You put the two takeouts into bowls as intact as possible, heated water in a steamer, and at the same time, set up another pot to make soup with the seaweed and dried shrimps he bought last time.

Before the meal was ready, Guazai came out with a towel in his hands covering his face, smelling the fragrance.

Wei You heard his unique footsteps and turned around to see him standing at the kitchen door. He was about to comfort him by saying "The meal will be heated up soon" but he turned and left.

But Wei You knew that he did not return to the room because there was a "ding-ling-bang-dang" sound coming from outside.

Wei You didn't hear any other noise, so he didn't pay any attention to it. When he brought out the meal, he saw Wei Xu sitting obediently on a chair next to the dining table, watching the Doraemon movie.

The broken glass from wine bottles from the kitchen door to the dining table was cleaned up exceptionally cleanly. I guess that's what the other party was doing with the clanging sound just now.

After placing the eel rice in front of Wei Xu, Wei You went to the kitchen and brought out octopus balls and freshly cooked seaweed and shrimp soup.

Seeing Wei Xu put the towel and ice cubes aside, he sat on the seat next to the boy and asked, "Is it done?"

"Yeah."

"Look up, let me see."

Wei Xu raised his head obediently.

Wei You touched both of his cheeks to compare them, and felt that they were soft and nice, so he couldn't help but pinch them. Then he smiled softly, "The swelling has indeed gone down a lot, and it's not noticeable anymore."

Wei Xu blinked and asked him, "Is the melon cub still cute?"

"Of course," Wei You pushed his slightly long bangs aside and said without hesitation, "Guazi is the cutest kid in the world."

Wei Xu felt relieved after hearing that. Although he showed no expression, his eyes revealed bright emotions.

"Okay, let's eat quickly."

Wei Xu responded, picked up the iron spoon in the bowl, scraped off a piece of eel meat, mixed it with rice, and stuffed it into his mouth in big mouthfuls. His cheeks puffed up like a hamster again.

"Is it tasty?"

"Yeah." The boy nodded vigorously and swallowed the rice in his mouth. "It tastes just like I imagined."

Wei You raised his hand to wipe the rice grains from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "If you like it, I will bring it to you next time."

Wei Xu lowered his head and did not respond.

Wei You just thought that he was concentrating on eating, and then looking at the boy's happy look as he ate with big mouthfuls, he couldn't help feeling a little hungry too.

Ever since he finished his shift as a temporary salesman at a supermarket, he has been switching between the two worlds several times and still hasn't had a meal.

But it was too late now and there was a lack of food at home. He was too lazy to cook anything else and just ate a few octopus balls to get by.

·

When everything was tidied up, the clock on the cabinet showed that it was only a few minutes to half past nine.

It only took Wei You half an hour to go back, and when he came back here, tomorrow would be another Monday and he would have to get up early to go to school.

The Doraemon movie had not yet finished, so Wei You paused it and urged Guazai to wash up quickly so that he could go to bed and rest early.

However, when I returned to the room, I saw that he had sat upright at the desk again and took out books, paper and pen from his bag.

Wei You was surprised: "You have two days off, and you haven't finished your homework yet?"

"There is also word dictation." Wei Xu explained in a soft voice.

Wei You, who had been away from campus life for a long time, was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what "dictation" was.

However, this assignment is indeed difficult to complete without the cooperation of others. No wonder the usually obedient kid hasn't finished his homework yet.

"Word dictation, right? I'll tell you." He leaned over to the desk, picked up the Chinese textbook and asked, "Which words do you want to dictate?"

Wei Xu opened the book for him: "This is the page."

Wei You glanced at it and thought that there were not many of them, so he should be able to finish it quickly.

"Then get ready, I'm about to start."

"Um."

Wei Xu unfolded the white paper, wrote his name at the beginning, held the pencil and waited for the opportunity.

"The first one," Wei You recited, "singing."

Wei Xu picked up the pen and wrote two words without thinking.

Wei You watched him write the whole thing. He wrote correctly, but the handwriting was a little ugly.

He continued, "Second, eliminate."

…

"The last one, concern."

"Have you finished writing it?"

"Um."

"Would you like to check it again?"

Wei Xu said confidently: "No, they are definitely all correct."

"Indeed, they are all correct," Wei You was amused by his proud face, "But, you really need to practice your handwriting, idiot. You don't have to write beautifully, but at least it has to be neat. You can't have some big and some small words dancing on the paper, right? It would be so uncomfortable for the teacher to see that."

Although he said this with a smile, Wei Xu seemed as if he was criticized and immediately put away the little pride in his eyes.

Wei You thought about it and said in a negotiating tone: "How about this, I'll buy you two calligraphy books tomorrow. After you finish your homework every day, you can practice one or two more pages of calligraphy, okay?"

Wei Xu nodded obediently: "Listen to my brother."

"By the way, I happened to bring you a pen and a notebook this time."

Wei You turned around and took out a black fountain pen and a thick leather notebook from his bag and put them on the table, saying, "The fountain pen is useless now because it has no ink. I will buy you another bottle of ink tomorrow, and you will be able to practice calligraphy with the fountain pen in the future."

In order to facilitate erasure, first and second grade primary school students mostly use pencils and erasers to write. To them, beautiful pens and brand new notebooks are like props that symbolize maturity and growth.

Wei Xu fell in love with the gift at first sight.

He first opened the brown paper cover and touched the snow-white and smooth pages, then carefully opened the cap of the pen and took a look, raised his lively and smooth eyebrows and asked, "Can I use it, Guazi?"

"Of course you can," Wei You said, taking this opportunity to encourage him, "As long as you keep practicing calligraphy, one day you will be able to write beautiful penmanship, which will be a plus in the future, whether in school or when you grow up and enter society."

Wei Xu nodded seriously. As long as his brother thought it was good, he would work hard to learn it.

Wei You rubbed his head and asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"There's one more." Wei Xu said hesitantly.

"What?" Wei You asked, but what he was thinking was why so much homework was assigned when the second grade had just started.

Wei Xu put away his pen and notebook and put them in the drawer. He then took out the math test paper on which he had scored a perfect score from the side of his schoolbag and spread it out on the table. He intentionally avoided Wei You's sight and said, "The teacher said to bring it back for your parents to sign."

Wei You noticed the score on the test paper at the first time and immediately praised: "One hundred points, and it's a math test. You are worthy of being my child, so smart."

Wei Xu hummed softly, and his ears turned red.

"But the teacher asked the parents to sign. Can I sign?"

"Is it okay..." Wei Xu's tone was uncertain.

Wei You thought about it and didn't respond.

Wei Xu suddenly asked: "Is my brother related to my mother?"

"What?"

Wei You didn't react for a moment. After a while, he remembered what Wei's father had cursed outside the door, something like "new pretty boy". He didn't expect that the child had heard it too.

Wei You couldn't say he was angry, he just thought it was a little funny, and said to the child, "I wonder why you always listen to other people and make up all these nonsense in your mind. How old is your mother? How old am I, your brother? How can we get along?"

Wei Xu: "Mom is 28 years old."

The 25-year-old Wei You was speechless for a moment.

"No, no, stop imagining." Wei You was helpless, and simply leaned over to look into Guazi's eyes and emphasized: "Remember, I treat you well, and it has nothing to do with all your family and relatives, do you understand?"

Wei Xu blinked, with an expressionless face, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, he asked, "Can you still sign for me, brother?"

If it weren't for his previous question, Wei You would have signed it directly. But now he felt it was inappropriate. After thinking for a moment, he came up with a bad idea: "How about I sign your father's name for you? What's his name?"

Wei Xu paused and replied, "Wei Shaodong."

Wei You opened the drawer of the desk and rummaged through it, finding an old ballpoint pen inside.

Just as he was about to pick up the pen, he suddenly realized that he was like teaching a child to do bad things, so he stopped and said, "Forget it, just sign my name. Come to me if you need anything."

"What's your brother's name?"

Just as Wei You was testing the writing on paper with a ballpoint pen that didn't produce much ink, Wei Xu asked.

"Me," Wei You tilted his head, "Don't you know my name, you little idiot?"

Wei Xu shook his head.

Wei You smiled and said, "My name is Wei You."

Wei Xu opened his eyes slightly and said, "My last name?"

He probably wanted to say that he had the same surname as him, but he expressed the wrong meaning.

"You're dreaming." Wei You laughed, picked up a pencil and wrote the two words "Wei You" on the dictation paper beside him.

"Look, this is how my name is written. 'Wei' is the 'Wei' in 'Northern Wei', and 'You' is the 'You' in 'game' and 'swimming'. Do you recognize them all?"