The next day was the same as before, but time did not allow Su Yang to continue wasting time.
She had no choice but to lie quietly on the coffee table and do her homework.
Yan Huai took a look, stood up and went to the refrigerator to get a cup of mango sago for Su Yang.
Su Yang took a look, and just as he looked up, he heard Yan Huai say, "There is Coke, but drinking too much is not good for your health."
After taking a look at it, Su Yang thought that this mango sago was also good. It was purely handmade and healthy. She also wanted to learn how to maintain her health.
Seeing Su Yang like this, Yan Huai sat back. There was a thermos cup at his side. The low-key and luxurious gold-painted shell destined it to be extraordinary. Yan Huai opened it, blew away the wolfberries floating on the surface, and drank a sip of water.
Yan Huai used to be the leader of the compound who smoked, drank and did everything, but now he has become an old man who takes care of his health.
After finishing the math test, Su Yang took out the source of all evil, the Chinese composition, without even looking at it.
A pen, a notebook, and an hour will create a miracle.
Yan Huai listened to Su Yang's silence for a long time. After a while, he asked, "What are you doing?"
Su Yang didn't even raise his head as he wrote the last paragraph quickly. He counted the words and found that it was exactly eight hundred.
"Writing composition is here."
Yan Huai stared over there, wearing glasses. He could clearly see the little girl's wild handwriting, a composition that she wrote with the momentum of someone roaming the world with a sword.
Su Yang took a sip of his drink and began to read selectively. "I had a great uncle who was very kind to me. I vaguely remember it was a summer night, the breeze was a little impetuous, and the air was hot and humid. I tossed and turned in bed in the heat. I finally got up under the starlight, and my shadow was stretched very long under the starlight."
There was a hint of weirdness on Yan Huai's expression, but he still comforted himself, thinking that with this trend, everything was still normal.
However, Su Yang forced the descriptive and lyrical content to revert back to its original form and added a narrative.
"I cautiously went to the living room, thinking of looking for a Coke in the refrigerator to relieve the stuffiness of the summer night. Suddenly, I saw that the light in my uncle's room was still on. The light was dim, but it was still very obvious against the backdrop of the night."
When Su Yang read this, Yan Huai already had a bad feeling, but he was still willing to listen to Su Yang continue reading.
Su Yang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his tone became higher, showing a sense of surprise, but it seemed particularly artificial.
"I leaned in to take a closer look. It was my uncle! The uncle who hadn't smiled a word during those hundred days! The uncle who was so serious and unapproachable! But the uncle who always held a high position in my heart was now, under the light, stitching and sewing for me the clothes I had torn while playing around during the day! The light was dim, I knew, because it was not easy for my uncle to raise me alone. He usually saved as much as he could, and he naturally didn't want to waste the expensive electricity."
The story had become increasingly out of control at this point, but Yan Huai continued to listen. He wanted to know how many more surprises Su Yang could bring him.
"The faint light shone on something, but it refracted light. That light flashed into my eyes, causing them to hurt. Tears soon welled up in my eyes, but soon, my tears were like a river bursting its banks, unable to be stopped. I clearly saw silver strands beneath my uncle's jet-black hair."
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