The sound was so low that it was almost inaudible, but no one was talking at this time, and the plot on the TV happened to have no sound, so it seemed particularly clear.

Ye Yaodong's face turned dark.

If this kid hadn't been sitting a little further away from him, he wouldn't have been able to rush up and hit someone just because he called him a few nicknames. Otherwise, he would have suffered a lot from his butt.

Lin Xiuqing coughed a few times, and Ye Chenghu belatedly turned around to look at his father's face, which was about to turn black. Then he quickly shrank his head, turned around and ran upstairs.

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When Ye Chengyang saw his brother running away, he glanced at his father and ran away too.

"What are you running for? You came down to do your homework. Every day when you come back, you don't just watch TV, you run around and play. You never think about doing your homework right away. When it gets dark, you remember that you haven't done your homework yet. Where are you?"

Just cramming."

"How can you still get 100 points on the test? The sun is about to set in the west. I don't know where the bad habits come from. I don't know how to rush until it's urgent."

"Come down yet!"

He roared solemnly, and the two people upstairs quietly walked to the edge of the stairs, and then slowly moved down one step at a time.

Ye Chenghu moved his buttocks and glanced at him with small eyes.

Ye Chengyang moved his butt downwards behind him. Only after moving two steps did he remember, "I don't have to do my homework?"

After saying that, he turned around and climbed up quickly.

"Fortunately, I didn't listen to my brother's lies at noon..."

Ye Yaodong originally thought his second brother was a bit smart, but now he felt so stupid?

Why doesn't their family have a smarter person?

"Come down quickly, run up the stairs as fast as a rabbit, and run downstairs like a tortoise. If you wait a little longer, your bastard will be stewed tomorrow."

"don't want."

After he shouted, he immediately came down.

Ye Yaodong didn't like him at the moment, so he took his schoolbag to the table and prepared to stare at him while writing. Otherwise, half an hour later, he might still be sitting there with empty eyes.

Ye Chenghu slowly moved over, then sat at the table and asked weakly: "Can't I write after dinner?"

"Do you have anything important to do at the moment?"

"I have a stomachache, something's wrong with me...I'm hungry..."

Thinking of the consequences of being made to stand without food because he pretended to have a stomachache, he quickly changed his mind.

"Believe it or not, I gave you a pain in the butt? What homework?"

"There is an outline in the Chinese language book..."

Ye Yaodong took out his Chinese textbook, which contained a lot of outlines. They were all folded in a mess and randomly inserted into the pages. He took out all the ones he disliked, and in the end he also pulled out a bunch of little heads on cards.

Ye Chenghu rushed to the table with quick eyes and hands, then swept it into his arms and put it in his pocket. He moved quickly and quickly, and then looked at his father warily and fearfully.

"I think you can go out to work with me early." Ye Yaodong looked at his eldest son hopelessly.

Ye Chenghu nodded quickly.

His face suddenly dropped again, "Hurry up and write, and find which one you want."

Ye Chenghu hurriedly looked through the pile of outlines on the table. The paper was so thin that he could clearly see both sides.

And those outlines were all handwritten by the teacher and then printed with ink. He folded them in a mess, and when they were unfolded, some ink was stained on the blank areas, and some of the handwriting seemed to be blurred.

"This one, I've written all the others."

Ye Yaodong feels that the current educational conditions are really poor, and the children of the future will be really happy. The paper is so transparent that it can imprint the patterns on the pages of the book, and the pencil can easily poke a hole with a little force.

Thinking this way, his voice softened a little and became less serious, "Hurry up and write."

"oh."

He continued to touch his schoolbag and took out a pencil that was only half the length of a chopstick. The other end of the pen tip was full of sawdust teeth marks, and the eraser he took out looked like it had been picked to pieces.

Then, under his father's watchful eye, he bit the bullet and started writing slowly.

Seeing him sitting there writing in a decent manner, Ye Yaodong was also relieved, and then he got up and walked towards Lin Xiuqing.

"Look, if you are forced to write like this, you won't start doing your homework as soon as you come back. Usually you just don't look at him and don't urge him to write, so you procrastinate every day and don't do your homework until dark."

"How can I still force him every day until he gets old?"

"Good habits need to be developed from an early age. Just keep an eye on him a few times. When he gets used to it, he won't need to be watched anymore."

"That's easy to say. I don't have to work all day, so I keep staring at him every day? I still have a lot of things to do, and now I have to cook again. You are so good at it, but you keep staring at him."

"I'm just staring. Didn't you see that he's quite self-conscious now?"

"Haha~ Turn around and see what he is doing now."

Ye Chenghu was looking at the TV secretly with his head lowered. After hearing this, he immediately sat upright and pretended to write seriously.

Ye Yaodong turned off the TV and urged him to do his homework quickly.

Lin Xiuqing also stood up and prepared to light a fire to cook.

The old lady just watched happily. She didn't have a TV to watch. She also had a radio.

She cheerfully asked the two little girls to follow her to the door to listen to the radio.

Ye Yaodong was idle anyway, so he sat by the side and watched Ye Chenghu do his homework. Normally, the adults didn't care, so he got used to them cramming him every day.

However, when he finished the bowl of mung bean soup, he looked at Ye Chenghuguang staring at him.

"Write."

He leaned over and took a look. Only his name was written on the outline, and nothing else was touched.

No, there is also a turtle drawn on the paper.

"What's this?"

"Xiaoba!"

Ye Yaodong held an empty fist in his hand. He really wanted to hit him on the head but only landed on the outline. Write it for me quickly, or I will stew you Xiaoba.

He quickly added another class next to his name, and then stopped again.

"Look what I'm doing, write!"

Ye Yaodong stared at him eagerly.

He just started to flip through the book again and said weakly: "I'll look for it..."

Lin Xiuqing looked at the father and son in a funny way, "Your father probably knows about the same number of words as you do."

"Nonsense, I'm much better than him."

As he spoke, he took a pile of newspapers stacked against the wall on the table, randomly picked out the top one, shook it open, and pretended to read it.

But this time, he was a little more serious. He delivered newspapers twice a week, and he didn't necessarily read them all.

Unexpectedly, there was a separate section in the newspaper today about building a lighthouse, so he took a serious look at it.

However, he did not forget to watch his son doing his homework. He would look up from time to time and see where his pen was moving, which made him feel relieved.

The family of three is busy in the main room, which is quite harmonious.

It wasn't until Ye's father and Ye's mother came over for dinner that the harmony in the room was broken.

"The sun comes out in the west?"

"You're so promising, you've done your homework so early."

Ye Yaodong closed the newspaper, "Normally, no one is watching him. He runs around all day long. When he comes back, he leaves his schoolbag behind. If he doesn't watch TV, he goes out to play wildly. He doesn't do his homework until dark. You have to control him and keep an eye on him.

, only then can we do it seriously.”

"Start for two days, and then you will realize it. After such a long time, I should have almost finished writing. Let me take a look..."

Ye Chenghu quickly put his hands on the outline to prevent him from reading it.

"What are you blocking? Take your hands away and eat. If you haven't finished writing, wait until after the meal to write. Once you finish writing, you can finish it happily. There is no need to cram for anything."

Ye Yaodong held his hand and couldn't move it away for a long time. He frowned and looked at him suspiciously.

"Take it away and go wash your hands and eat. Your hands are dirty."

Ye Chenghu immediately dropped his pen and ran towards the back door.

And Ye Yaodong also saw that the outline was empty. What was it like before, or what it was like before?

No, there are several more tortoises.

Moreover, the handwriting was even more blurred by his hand. It was dark here and there, except for the title, line after line was empty, not a single word was written.

No wonder I had to put my hands on it to block him from seeing it. It turned out that I didn't write a single word. I was just pretending to be drawing a turtle with a pen.

"Ye Chenghu! Get over here!"

Ye Chenghu hid in the back door with only one head sticking out, and said tremblingly: "I'll write after dinner..."
To be continued...