Chapter 11: I think the young lady is doing well.

When he entered the bedroom, Ji Mingyue surprised himself with this expression: "Lin Feng, I wouldn't expect you to please my dad!"
Lin Feng knew that Ji Mingyue's "pleasing" was not derogatory. It simply meant that he would take the initiative to please his elders. There was no other meaning, or he coughed a little unnaturally: "... What is unexpected?"
"Also." Ji Mingyue thought, in fact, if it wasn't for Lin Feng who was too indifferent to him some time ago, he was still in the impression that Lin Feng was handsome and gentle at the time of classmates. Until now, he was a little bit Ye Ye was blinded, "You're as stupid as me ... hey, come and see the cat!"
Two kittens have been returned, and they were identified as two little male cats. They were still placed in a towel-lined shoe box. When the two two-footed beasts squatted down in front of each other, the two little heads of the brothers lifted up, and their four round eyes looked curiously and looked lovely.
In fact, the secretary Zhang who was in charge of "escorting" them also bought them exquisite cat nests, but they still loved the humble paper shoe box, and they were willing to "jailbreak" from the cat nest again and again, and rushed to the shoes The orientation of the box. Several times back and forth, Huang Shuxiang simply moved them back to the original nest.
"Secretary Zhang told me that the pet doctor said that they were not old enough to be vaccinated, and they were resistant, so they did not need to be vaccinated first." Ji Mingyue stretched out his pinch of Chaplin's small meat pad and said "I first performed in vitro deworming and ear mite tests. Doctors said that they should have been kept at home before, and they were clean and healthy."
"That's okay." Lin Feng nodded and said, "I didn't have such a small cat before. I don't know if I can't get vaccinated. Then I'll go and fight."
Ji Mingyue touched the bowl filled with the cat milk powder that Huang Shuxiang had prepared before, and felt the temperature was appropriate. Then he took a small half of the tube with a syringe and gently squeezed the mouth of the "shocked face" to feed it slowly.
"Shocked Face" is not as fond of eating as Chaplin, and Ji Mingyue is used to feeding it first. "Shocked Face" lazily held the syringe and swallowed bit by bit, and "Chaplin" seemed to get used to it, put his head on his two front paws and tilted his head quietly to see Ji Ming The more he feeds his little brother.
"Lin Feng, what is your cat like?" Ji Mingyue asked the cat while he was feeding, "Where is it now?"
"It's gone."
"……Ok?!"
"It's very old," Lin Feng whispered. "It's a white Chinese idyllic big cat, called a bean bag. It's usually lazy. No one cares about it except when eating. When Chinese New Year, it suddenly runs Come and lick my hand, and then disappear. "
during the New Year? That happened almost after Lin Feng's accident ...
"Maybe it's spiritual." Ji Mingyue moved, blurted out, "I don't want to be your burden at that time."
"... at what kind of time?" Lin Feng turned his face to look at him, his eyes clear and sharp, and Ji Mingyue slammed into his heart.
"Yeah, yeah." Ji Ming lowered his head to feed the cat without looking at Lin Feng's eyes. "Just ... at the time of the New Year, everyone was too busy to die. How can I manage the cat ..."
He buried his head and fed the two cats, then stood up and pulled the paper over the desk, trying to divert his attention: "Well, Lin Feng, would you please describe your baggage again? Or, do you have a photo?"
"I have a photo on my phone. What's wrong?" Lin Feng followed him and asked.
"I'll draw a picture of your beanbag, how about it?" Ji Mingyue said, "I draw very beautifully, believe me! Go back and put its portrait in your wallet. Maybe it will come back to see you someday." La……"
Of course, Lin Feng knew how skilled Ji Mingyue's painters were, and even he felt that some of the magazine comics he had occasionally read in the newsstand before had not yet been drawn by Ji Mingyue casually. He paused for a moment and said, "OK."
After laying out paper and pencils, Ji Mingyue began to draw at the brown-eyed white cat in Lin Feng's mobile phone.
He is familiar with painting, and while painting, he can also chat with Lin Feng casually: "Yes, Chaplin and Shocked Face have no big names yet! Let's give them a name, now this name, just follow Feng Rui ’s nickname is ...

"I think he's up pretty well."
"... Sink ?!" I didn't expect that Lin Feng would actually tease him with this, Ji Mingyue crooked and almost painted the cat's beard to the sky, "Are you kidding me ..."
"No." Lin Feng's face wasn't red and he didn't beat, and he laughed. "I just talked about it. I don't know how to name it, or should you?"
"Okay ..." Ji Ming began to reluctantly recall the strange names of watermelon peels and pumpkin peels that he saw when he sucked cats on Weibo Cloud. 6699? Five million after tax? ... this pair of brothers is special, the names must be paired, and it is better to have a better meaning ...
Thinking about it, the light bulb above his head lit up: "Will it be called New Year and New Year?"
Lin Feng froze: "Why is this called?"
"Big year and small year are all years, years are together with years-" Ji Mingyue said with a whisper, "There are fish every year!"
Lin Feng almost laughed at the moment when he reacted.
"What's laughing." Ji Mingyue looked up at him, but he couldn't help laughing. "What a good meaning this name is!-There is no shortage of delicious food, it is my sincere blessing to them!"
"Good blessing." Lin Feng smiled in his eyes and raised his hand and rubbed Ji Mingyue's hair. "They will thank you."
This action was made very naturally, and the moment they realized, there was a moment of stiffness.
Ji Mingyue looked up at Lin Feng from the bottom up. The air seemed to be sticky, wrapping them silently.
"Mingyue, Lin Feng, came out to eat." Ji Hong knocked the door symbolically twice, while twisting the door and pushed the door directly open, the probe came in, "What are you doing?"
"... do nothing!"
Lin Feng retracted his hand in an instant, and Ji Mingyue sat almost immediately, and continued, "I just draw a picture ..."
Ji Hong didn't really want to figure out what they were doing. He just asked them casually, and treated them as if they were ordinary boys. He waved and said, "Don't draw, hurry out to eat, your aunt Huang Everything you cook! "
Ji Mingyue nodded quickly: "Oh, good!"
In fact, Ji Mingyue feels that if Ji Hong did not return, Lin Feng might not be willing to eat at his house, but now he has caught up. With Ji Hong's enthusiasm for dinner, Lin Feng will stay with them. Had this dinner together.
The Ji family has no relatives. It has not been so lively for a long time at the dinner table. Although Lin Feng didn't talk much, he was just right at answering and inserting new topics. Have a drink ".
After dinner, Lin Feng and Huang Shuxiang left. Ji Mingyue gave the painting to Lin Feng, and then sent the person downstairs. When he came home and entered the door, he paused for a while in the porch.
Ji Hong was in the study. At this time, the mobile phone did not have so many smart functions, so he was still dealing with the computer. Hearing Ji Mingyue pushing in the door, Ji Hong looked up and smiled, "Come back?"
"Um." Ji Mingyue walked up to him, and unconsciously glanced at Ji Hong's computer screen. "Dad, what are you looking at?"
On the screen are dense charts of real estate investment calculations, and a three-dimensional perspective map of a certain area. Although Ji Mingyue was a cartoonist in his life, he was not completely out of business. He could actually understand some of these contents.
Ji Hong didn't think what a high school student could understand: "It's nothing, the company's investment matters." He turned sharply, "Ming Yue, listen to your aunt Huang, you have been late late home?"
If it is a previous life, Ji Mingyue may think that Huang Shuxiang is "playing a small report", but after more than ten years of experience, he can understand her and said: "There is no" du ", this is only a few days before school starts." He hugged Ji Hong's shoulders and shook. "And, Dad, you saw it. I'm playing with Lin Feng now. He returned to the ten years before the exam. How could I be bad?"
When Ji Hong called him, his tone softened a lot: "I didn't say you went bad ... Lin Feng's top 10 grade? Then don't delay others' study."
"Am I the kind of person!" Ji Mingyue accused, "You look down on me too."
"Xing Xing Xing." Ji Hong laughed. "Yes, didn't you say you wanted to make up for the lesson two days ago? Did you find a teacher?"
"I ... didn't find it." Ji Ming paused a moment, and still said, "I don't think the teacher's teaching method is suitable for me. I want Lin Feng to make up for me."
"Lin Feng?" Ji Hong was obviously a bit surprised, she groaned. "You asked him to make up for you? He is not a teacher and knows how to teach students? And, do you know if he wants to? People still have to learn and have time to control you? "
"Lin Feng has talked to me. I think he can understand me better than the teacher." Ji Ming Yue said earnestly. "Also, Lin Feng is already working now. If he spends his time working, Come and teach me. I can make up for his tuition and make it easier and more profitable than working by himself. "
Ji Hong didn't really care about his son's "willingness to pay higher tuition fees than ordinary wages." He thought that as long as it was good value for money, his concern was: "Isn't Lin Feng a high school student, why should he work?" Is his family scarce? "
"Yes." Ji Mingyue didn't conceal and said everything he knew about Lin Feng's family. "... I heard it was like this."
Ji Hong thought for a moment without a word, and suddenly said, "Lin Feng told you?"
Ji Mingyue moved in his heart and said without blinking, "No, I listened to what others said. He never told me that even part-time workers just said that he was making pocket money."
Ji Hong looked at his son up and down. He used to feel that the baby was too simple, so he was unwilling to restrain him casually, and was somewhat worried about him. Who knew that after a new year, Ji Mingyue still had the sincerity in his eyes, but it was more clear than before.
"... You decide for yourself." Ji Hong was finally relieved. "Tuition fees are in your card, whatever you decide."
"Yeah!" Ji Mingyue didn't hide his excitement, he hugged Ji Hong and hugged him a bit, "Dad you are the best!"
"Smelly boy." Ji Hong let him hug for a while, until Ji Mingyue began to let go, only to show a disgusting expression, Hu frowned his hair, "Go back to the house to do homework when I'm fine, I There is something else! "
"There is something." After solving Lin Feng's filing problem, Ji Mingyue glanced back at the screen and said that he had typed a long draft, "Daddy, I don't think you can invest here."