The warm wind blew over the blooming potted plants on the study windowsill, causing the green leaves and flowers to dance lightly, and then quietly faded away, carrying the fragrance of the flowers. The curtains swayed a few times and then returned to calm.

In the study, Mu Qingji and Qin Nianqing sat side by side on a blanket in front of the sofa. In front of them was a marble table. Mu Qingji was tapping the mouse and working on the laptop keyboard.

Qin Nianqing was mumbling to him, reviewing the knowledge points quietly. Although he was already very smart, reviewing could help him get a higher score, so why not?

What's more, as long as he can stay by Mu Qingji's side, it doesn't matter to him what he does. It's already very good to be next to Mu Qingji.

The day after tomorrow is the oath-taking ceremony. All students have to wear school uniforms and go to school. They will stay there for just one morning. After the oath-taking, everyone will go home and return to their mothers.

Although Qin Nianqing felt that the school's behavior was a bit confusing, he could also understand their nervousness. After all, the college entrance examination was no joke. The students were nervous, the teachers were nervous, the school was nervous, and the parents were even more nervous.

Qin Nianqing was writing ancient poems on a piece of draft paper with a pen in his hand. He was currently memorizing ancient poems that might be tested on him. Although he was already very familiar with them, he still wanted to memorize them again in order to get full marks on the ancient poems.

Qin Nianqing's handwriting is as beautiful as ever. He had written very beautifully when he was a child, and gradually developed his own calligraphy as he grew up. It is vigorous and powerful, soft yet firm, and not flamboyant, but neat and clean, just like him, pure and extraordinary.

While Mu Qingji was typing, he occasionally turned his head to look at Qin Nianqing. Seeing that even the draft was written neatly and tidy, he couldn't help but curl his lips and smile silently. His baby was still as excellent as ever.

Qin Nianqing stopped writing after writing "Jiang Jia" and "Guanju". He turned his sore wrists, crossed his legs to adjust his posture, picked up the pen again, and was about to continue writing when Mu Qingji's slender hand reached out to him.

"Guoguo, how about giving these two poems to your brother?"

Qin Nianqing turned his head to look at Mu Qingji, and he was rubbed on the head by him. The sound of his subwoofer came to his ears, and his ears were a little red because of this sound. He reached out and held his hand, looked at him and raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Brother, why do you want these two poems? Do you want to collect my calligraphy?"

Mu Qingji slid his hand to the back of his neck, and with a calm look in his eyes, he gently pinched the flesh on the back of his neck, causing him to shrink his neck and laugh a little itchy. Then he said, "What do these two poems mean? Guoguo, do you still want your brother to explain? If not to your brother, who else do you want to give it to? Hmm?"

"Okay, okay, here you go," Qin Nianqing felt very itchy from Mu Qingji pinching the back of her neck. She handed him the piece of draft paper as if begging for mercy, and acted coquettishly towards him, "Brother, please stop pinching the flesh on my neck. It's really itchy."

Mu Qingji raised his eyebrows slightly, then reached out to take the draft paper, and then let go of the poor flesh on his neck. Qin Nianqing reached out to rub his neck, puffed his cheeks, and then suddenly leaned against Mu Qingji, picked up the book and started to recite it. He didn't recite it from memory, and the whole person was lazy, "It's still the most comfortable this way."

Mu Qingji adjusted his sitting position lovingly, letting Qin Nian lean on his legs. Then he folded the piece of draft paper carefully and tucked it into the book at hand.

"Brother, I find that you look even better from this angle," Qin Nianqing lay on Mu Qingji's legs, staring at Mu Qingji's handsome face with her eyes wide open, a gleam of joy flashing in her eyes, "Brother, we should take a few pictures!"

"Can."

As Mu Qingji spoke, he handed his phone to Qin Nianqing. Qin Nianqing consciously put the book on the table, unlocked the camera with his fingerprint, and the moment he sat up, he was hugged by Mu Qingji. He did not refuse and took the first photo in this position.

In the photo, Qin Nianqing was grinning at the camera, while Mu Qingji was leaning on his cheek, with the corners of his lips raised and his eyes full of doting smiles.

"Brother, are you never ugly?" Mu Qingji looked at the photo of Mu Qingji, who looked handsome even without smiling, and asked a soul-searching question, "No, I have to take a few more photos."

As Qin Nianqing spoke, he came out of Mu Qingji's arms and took pictures of him from various angles. No matter how he was photographed, he was so handsome that Qin Nianqing thought his photography skills had made a qualitative leap again.

Mu Qingji just sat there and let Qin Nianqing make a fuss. After he had been making a fuss for about ten minutes, he said seriously, "Guoguo, you can't use taking pictures as an excuse to not study."

"Okay, okay, right away, the last one!"

Qin Nianqing said as she took five more selfies. Then she ran to Mu Qingji, returned the phone to him, and kissed him on the lips with a playful smile. Then she leaned contentedly on his shoulder and sat cross-legged to read a book.

Mu Qingji sighed helplessly, then rubbed Qin Nianqing's head, put his phone casually on the table, and continued his work.

Qin Nianqing secretly glanced at Mu Qingji's computer desktop. The dense financial content made him feel dizzy. He looked away and decided to read his book seriously.

It was lunch time and Qin Nianqing had just put down his book when he received a video call from Song Lianqing. He leaned against Mu Qingji to answer the call. So when Song Lianqing was looking at the screen happily, looking forward to seeing Qin Nianqing, he was first angered by Mu Qingji's profile.

"Baby, where are you at Mu Qingji's house?"

Song Lianqing pinched his thigh secretly, forcing himself not to be angry, not to be angry, the cabbage is still there, the cabbage is still there, but the facts proved that he was wrong.

"Yes, I just finished reviewing and am going to eat." Qin Nianqing watched the video and smiled, holding Mu Qingji's hand and playing with it very naturally, "Is Dad filming over there okay?"

"Dad is fine." Song Lianqing's eyes were attracted by the hands of Qin Nianqing and Mu Qingji. He stared at their hands and spoke with gritted teeth. "Dad called to tell you that after you finish the college entrance examination, Dad will take you to Director Lu for an audition. Do you understand?"

"Audition?"

Without waiting for Qin Nianqing to speak, Mu Qingji sensitively captured the important information. As soon as he asked the question, Qin Nianqing gave him an explanation first.

"Yes, my father Lian Qing asked me to go film with him during the summer vacation. I thought it would be fun, so I agreed. I think my brother will be very busy then, but it's okay. I should be back soon."

Qin Nianqing looked up at Mu Qingji, smiled and said this before looking at Song Lianqing. Mu Qingji rubbed Qin Nianqing's head and said, "Don't be busy. I'll accompany you."

"Really?" Qin Nianqing turned his head and looked at Mu Qingji, and said with some surprise, "Brother, are you really going to accompany me? Then we can go around the neighborhood, and I can go on a small trip after I finish filming."

"Um."

Mu Qingji nodded and followed Qin Nianqing's decision. Song Lianqing, who had witnessed everything, was feeling very uncomfortable, but he couldn't show negative emotions in front of his precious son, so he asked him with a smile.

"Baby, shouldn't you ask your dad?"

After Qin Nian finished listening, he turned his head and looked at Song Lianqing with a pair of innocent and pure big eyes, and asked with a smile, "Oh, so Dad agreed to let brother go together, right? I know Dad is the best."

The best dad Song Lianqing nodded with tears in his eyes, "Yes, dad is the best, you can come with your brother, I will send you the time and itinerary."

"Okay, thanks Dad!"

Qin Nianqing and Song Lianqing chatted for a while before hanging up the phone. Mu Qingji rubbed Qin Nianqing's head and asked him softly, "What does Guoguo want to eat?"

"I'll eat whatever my brother eats." Qin Nianqing said this, and then he lay on Mu Qingji's back, super clingy, "I want my brother to carry me."

"Okay, I'll carry you on my back."

Mu Qingji lovingly carried Qin Nianqing on his back and walked out of the study with him. The young couple was very sweet together, while Song Lianqing was crying heartbrokenly.

Song Lianqing: Wow...all my advice over the years has been in vain.

Qi Xiangyu: Wife, don’t be sad, you still have me, come, give me a hug.

Song Lianqing: Get out!

Qi Xiangyu:……