The embarrassment of the riddle (20)

  "Alas." Song Min sighed and fell onto the sofa with a pillow, "How can celebrating the new year make me feel like I'm just going through the motions?"

  If Song Hao hadn't injured his leg, they could have traveled together as a family, but now they can only stay at home with him.

  "Go write." Song Hao "crunch crunch crunch" bit into an apple, eating with extreme delight.

  "Keep your voice down." Song Min raised his head and glared at Song Hao, who had slept late last night and woken up early this morning, with a dull ache in his temples.

  Song Hao looked down on Song Min with a slight shake of his head, a look that was reminiscent of a small dog wagging its tail.

  Song Min rolled his eyes and glanced at the fruit platter on the coffee table, "Get me an apple."

  "I don't have an extra hand." Song Hao stared intently at the TV and didn't even plan to serve her once.

  Song Min was almost lying on the sofa, struggling to lift his butt, grasping Song Hao's clothes corner, trying to make his voice pitiful, "Song Hao..."

  "Song Min, I'm still injured!" Song Hao brushed off Song Min's hand and struggled to lift his buttocks to move over a bit, as if Song Min would catch a virus just by touching his clothes.

  "Song Hao, I'm your sister." Song Min sat up, roughly tidying her disheveled hair, and said seriously.

  Song Hao looked at Song Min for a moment, took the apple out of his mouth, "Song Min, I'm your brother, real one."

  "Oh." Song Min turned his head back to watch TV and stopped looking at Song Hao. This younger brother was really infuriating!

  "You two, clean up quickly! We have guests coming soon. Look at you both, what a mess! One of you is uglier than the other!" Song Mama came out of the kitchen with an apron on and a spatula in hand, and as soon as she saw her son and daughter, they immediately looked embarrassed.

  "Mom says you're ugly." Song's mom went back to the kitchen to busy herself after which Song Hao immediately followed up with a gloating remark.

  "Haha, you're even uglier." Song Min glared at him, was this kid really bad at understanding language or just stupid?

  "Help me back to the room." Song Hao held an apple in his mouth and leaned on a single crutch, waiting for Song Min to help him up.

  ……

  Song Min looked at him without saying a word.

  Song Hao widened his eyes and gave Song Min a look, indicating that he should help him up. He had an air of entitlement on his face, as if she was born to serve him.

  Song Min rolled her eyes inwardly, helped Song Hao up, but unexpectedly he put all his weight on her. With great effort, she managed to say, "You're so heavy... did you eat a scale weight?"

  Song Hao didn't even bother to respond to Song Min, instead taking the apple out of his mouth and biting into it one bite at a time, crunching away with a "crunch crunch" sound that made Song Min feel an overwhelming urge to kick him into a corner.

  Song Min used all his strength to carry Song Hao back to the room, went to the bathroom to recomb his hair, and prepared to go back to the room to code.

  The doorbell rang at this time.

  "Song Min, go open the door." Mom yelled from the kitchen.

  "Oh." Song Min replied and opened the door.

  A tall and slender uncle and a gentle aunt stood at the door.

  It's warm words from Dad and Mom.

  Two people with great personalities have come to our home as guests after the new year.

  Song Min subconsciously called out "Uncle and Aunt are well."

  "Ah, hello." Dad's voice was very warm and gentle, giving people a feeling of being in the spring breeze.

  Wen's mother was gazing at Song Min with a warm and gentle smile, making her feel uneasy in her heart, as if Wen's mother had looked at her with the same eyes when she came home last time...

  The anti-theft door opposite suddenly opened, and a gentle voice came out first, "Dad and mom, you..."

  Then Wen Yan carried out big bags and small bags, and as soon as she saw Song Min, she stopped talking and didn't say anything else.

  "Please come in, uncle and aunt." Song Min took out slippers from the shoe cabinet, retreated two steps back, making space at the entrance.

  After changing her shoes, Wen Yan's mother warmly held Song Min's hand and asked, "When does school start?"

  "February 28." Song Min was extremely unaccustomed to Wen Yan's mother's enthusiasm and smiled unnaturally.

  "Mom, don't..." Wen Yan spoke up to stop his mother with a tone of great helplessness.

  Wen's mother cut him off without giving him any face, "I've always liked this child Song Min, can't I ask a few questions?"

  Warm words: "......"

  "Ah, Old Wen." Song Dad finally carried a set of tea utensils out from the kitchen, "We meet again!"

  "Yes, it seems that in the future I will have to come and live here at Wen Yan's place often." Wen Dad smiled brightly, as if he and Song Dad were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

  Two men sat down and started making tea, very professional. The two dads met for the first time last time, it was like they had known each other before, they clicked immediately, with endless things to talk about.

  "It's all over, these two are going to drink tea again." Wen's mom smiled helplessly and patted Song Min's hand, "I'll go to the kitchen to help your mom."

  The living room was just filled with so many people, but suddenly it seemed like only Song Min and Wen Yan were left, making the atmosphere very awkward.

  "Hmm... Song Hao is in his room, go find him."

  "Uh-huh."

  "I'm going back to my room." Song Min threw out this sentence and escaped back to her room, she always felt that when she was with Wen Yan, there was a kind of inexplicable awkwardness... maybe it was because they weren't familiar...