Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

Fang Yan did what he said, so that night, he took the brand new textbook that was handed out this semester to go to Professor Huang and asked him to focus on himself.

Gu Rong was very helpless about this and didn't know what to say. Seeing his serious appearance, he sighed deeply.

"You just came back, so if you are not busy taking a rest, go to review first?"

"Next week will be the final exam. After the exam, it will be summer vacation. There is some time to play." Fang Yan said without looking up, "It's not a few days away. I have to read all these contents in these few days. You can't drop a subject, and you can't let Professor Huang down."

Can’t let Professor Huang down, just let me down?

Gu Rong had thousands of grievances in his heart, but he couldn't even say a word.

He took a deep breath, then spit it out for a long time, and said, "Let it go. I'll review it for you tomorrow."

"I'll be fine after reading this chapter."

"that……"

Fang Yan interrupted him without raising his head: "Brother Gu, go to bed first. I will pay attention to it myself. I will not forget to rest."

Gu Rong had no choice but to go wrong.

The lights were on in the study, but the bedroom was dark. Gu Rong looked at the dark ceiling, puzzled.

Others are Xiaobiesheng newly married, how come their family is like a seven-year itch?Standing in front of the inkstone, he almost made all the seductive movements. As a result, the inkstone was still unmoved, and he was even attracted by the textbook.

Gu Rong didn't want to admit that his charm was not as big as a textbook.

But the inkstone is still reviewing in the study!

Gu Rong was so wronged in his heart. He originally wanted to wait for Fang Yan to come back to sleep, but later he fell asleep unknowingly, and didn't even know when Fang Yan went to bed.

Early the next morning, he opened his eyes, turned his head and looked at the location beside him, and he was relieved to see Fang Yan still asleep.

Gu Rong lightly got up from the bed, got up and walked outside. He closed the door gently and went to the kitchen to have breakfast. Fang Yan was almost awake when the breakfast was on the table.

Fang Yan opened the door and walked out: "Morning, Brother Gu."

"Good morning, Yan Yan." Gu Rong smiled softly: "Today is Saturday, how do you plan to arrange it?"

"Huh?" Fang Yan raised his head innocently to look at her: "I promised my mother that I will visit him today."

Gu Rong was stagnant.

"By the way, Brother Gu, are you okay today? If so, give me the car key and I will go by myself."

Gu Rong: "..."

He wiped his face and said solemnly, "It's okay, I'll take you there, just right, I haven't visited my grandfather for a long time."

"Really?"

"Really!"

Fang Yan responded without saying anything more.

After breakfast, he called Fang's mother. After Gu Rong took the bowl out of the dishwasher, the two drove to Fang's house.

On rare days off, even Fang Ke and Fang Huai were at home.

I haven't seen my younger brother for a long time. As soon as Fang Yan appeared, Fang Huai immediately leaned over, pulling Fang Yan to look left and right, his face suddenly hesitated: "Inkstone? You really went to the countryside? Why? It looks like..."

"What does it look like?" Fang Yan was blank.

"It doesn't look like it has changed at all!" Fang Huai exaggerated. As he said, he touched his face. He called out even more exaggeratedly: "You said you go in the wind and rain every day, even sunscreen. I didn't apply the cream. I stared at the sun every day and went to farm. How could my skin be so good? Brother Gu went for a week before, but his face became darker when he came back. You are fine. It is exactly the same as before. There is no difference. "

I don't know if it was his illusion. Not only did it not turn black, but the skin condition was better than before.

As a public figure, Fang Huai is very fond of his appearance. The men in his family have the most skin care products. On the contrary, Fang Yan is the person who is the least good at maintenance. Every time Fang Huai sees him empty. The table was sighing, and he bought several sets of skin care products for him, but Fang Yan found it troublesome, and it was useless.

No matter how powerful skin care products are, and how powerful is the spiritual spring water in the space?

For his own health, Fang Yan used to drink a glass of water mixed with Lingquan every day, even when he went to the countryside. This habit was maintained, which made Fang Huai envious.

Fang Huai is often away from home and flies around every day. On the contrary, he doesn't often drink Lingquan water, but other people in the family are different. They are transformed by Lingquan every day. After a long time, Fang Huai almost doubts his life. She also secretly pulled Fang's mother and asked if he didn't inherit the good skin to him when he was born.

"Okay, don't tease your brother." Fang's mother pulled Fang Huai away: "Do you still have no idea what the inkstone looks like?"

Fang Huai replied aggrievedly, leaning on the side and looking at Fang Yan unwillingly.

"Inkstone, you left early yesterday, come, tell me today what happened to you there." Fang's mother pulled Fang Yan and sat down on the sofa: "Gu Rong told us a little bit. But he hasn't been there for a few days. You have been there for several months, so many things I don't know have to happen."

Fang Yan naturally had no objection, and sat beside her, obediently telling everything he had experienced.

He talked about Er Niu’s dream of a pilot, chubby’s dream of a star, and talked about the shy Xiaojun, and other children in the school. At the end, Fang Yan couldn’t help but abducted other people Body.

"Right, mother." Fang Yan asked, "Do you know someone whose surname is Song?"

"Song?" Fang's mother remembered in her heart and nodded: "There are several people surnamed Song in the capital, what's the matter? Are you looking for someone?"

"No, I met someone there. He came from the capital. I think he doesn't seem to be of low origin. You probably should know him."

"Song?" Fang's mother shook her head: "What's his name? I have never heard of any child who went to such a remote place like you. According to you, they have stayed for so many years. This is hard to think of. Only then will the children be sent there to suffer."

"His name is Song Changdong."

"Song Changdong?"

Mother Fang recalled carefully, but still had no clue.

"I know this." Fang Huai interrupted: "I've heard of it."

"you have heard?"

"I used to play with the children of the Song family. He told me that he had an uncle who had gone abroad. He hasn't come back yet. His name is Song Changdong." Fang Huai said; "But the uncle went abroad. No, it’s not the remote place where the inkstone stays."

Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, his eyes lit up: "It's him!"