Father Lin and Mother Lin looked at each other and saw smiles in each other's eyes.
They turned their heads again and saw three people except Wang Ruian looking at them.
"You guys talk, I'll make you some food." Lin Ma smiled and waved to them, took off her coat and entered the kitchen.
Wang Ruian didn't react until he heard the voice. His face was a little red, and he greeted Lin's parents and Lin's mother. After looking at the time, his eyes widened: "It's so late, Uncle Lin and Aunt Lin, please rest. ,I go first."
"Eat something before we leave," Lin's mother stopped him, "I must be hungry after studying for so long."
"Can……"
"Stay there," Father Lin said, "or I'll call your home and I'll share a room with you and Huaizhou tonight."
It is common for the children in the compound to eat and drink together from house to house since they were young. Occasionally, it is not uncommon for the parents to be busy at work, so it is not uncommon for them to live together. But since they are so big, it would be a bit awkward to hold them together.
Wang Ruian scratched his head: "I'd better go home."
"Then we'll leave after dinner." Father Lin pressed his shoulder and asked him to sit down again.
Lin’s mother made noodles with soybean paste, and while the four of them were eating, she went to clear away the scraps of paper on the coffee table. You wouldn’t know it if you didn’t clean it up, but at a glance, there are twenty or thirty sheets of paper filled with words, as well as the work notes, which are also filled with words.
Lin Ma casually picked up the work notes and saw that the words were sharp and definitely not Lin Nianhe's.
She wasn't sure whether it belonged to Wang Ruian or Su Yuncheng. When she turned to the previous night, she saw Lin Nianhe's name written neatly on the top of the title page.
Lin Ma frowned suspiciously and turned to look at Lin Nianhe.
Lin Nianhe was eating noodles, which required a lot of mental work. She was really hungry.
Sensing Mother Lin's gaze, Lin Nianhe instinctively raised his head: "Mom, what's wrong?"
She saw the red work notes in Lin's mother's hand, and her heart sank slightly.
The biggest difference between her and the original owner is probably the handwriting.
The original owner's handwriting is neat and delicate, and he looks very well-behaved. Her writing is sharp and unruly.
She had deliberately practiced the handwriting of the original owner, and her writing was eighty-point similar, but that was the result of deliberate control. For example, when she was taking notes in the machine factory today, she still wrote in the font she was most familiar with.
Sensing Ma Lin's doubts, Lin Nianhe's expression remained the same and he looked at her calmly.
Mother Lin came to her senses and shook her head: "It's okay, you eat."
"Oh." Lin Nianhe lowered his head and ate the noodles again as if nothing happened.
Mother Lin tidied up the scattered papers and flipped through the work notes unconsciously.
The notebook is new, and it only contains various notes from the machinery factory, without any intuitive comparison.
But this word, Mother Lin was pretty sure it wasn't Lin Nianhe's... So, it was Su Yuncheng who wrote it for her, right?
After the meal, Su Yuncheng and Wang Ruian said goodbye and left. Lin Huaizhou also returned to the bedroom on crutches. Lin Nianhe said good night to his parents, yawned and went upstairs without even taking the work notes and manuscript paper on the coffee table.
Mother Lin put away the dishes, looked at the work notes on the coffee table and hesitated for a long time, then took it and went upstairs.
Lin Nianhe's room was still lighted, so she knocked on the door: "Nianhe, are you still asleep?"
"Well, I haven't slept yet." Lin Nianhe responded in the room.
Mother Lin pushed the door open and went in. Seeing that she was still writing at the desk, she walked over, put a hand on her shoulder and said, "I've been exhausted these past few days, why don't you sleep?"
Lin Nianhe showed her the textbook in his hand, with crooked eyes: "The book Brother Wang gave me is very good. I want to read it for a while."
Next to her is another notebook, with many words written on it, neat and delicate, the handwriting familiar to Lin Ma.
Mother Lin breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, put her work notes and manuscript paper on the corner of the table, and said to her: "We are not in a hurry now. Your body has always been weak, so you should go to bed early."
"Okay, I'm going to sleep now." Lin Nianhe put a bookmark into the book, closed the pages and put them back on the corner of the table. She caught a glimpse of the work notes, suddenly picked it up as if she remembered something, and opened it as if offering a treasure. Mother Lin looked at it, "Mom, look, do my handwriting look like my father's handwriting?"
"Huh?" Mother Lin was stunned.
As soon as she saw the notes Lin Nianhe was taking, she really thought that the words in the notebook were written by Su Yuncheng. Now Lin Nianhe suddenly reversed the situation for her, and she really couldn't react.
Lin Nianhe held up his notebook and looked at Mother Lin expectantly.
Mother Lin looked carefully and could vaguely see a little bit of Father Lin's handwriting. She nodded: "It's somewhat similar... but why did you remember to practice your father's handwriting?"
Lin Nianhe's face was slightly red, and he was a little embarrassed: "I am now a teacher. I always felt that writing before was very like a child..."
Mother Lin was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
She was a little annoyed. She had been so nervous recently that even her own daughter began to doubt her.
She rubbed Lin Nianhe's head and pulled her up from behind the desk: "Okay, Teacher Xiao Lin, go to bed quickly. Only when you have enough energy can you teach students."
"Okay, mom, go to bed early too."
Lin Nianhe obediently got into bed and waited until Mother Lin tucked her in before closing her eyes.
Mother Lin turned off the light for her and left quietly.
The small matter of handwriting was brushed aside lightly. Mother Lin no longer struggled with the issue of handwriting, and she didn't have time to think too much. She still had a lot of work to do, so this matter couldn't cause too much trouble.
The Lin family has been very lively recently. I don’t know which day started, but more and more people came here at eight o’clock in the evening. From four people to six, eight... and finally there were twelve people. The original group communication was now a bit... The battle for extracurricular study classes is over.
Some of them are researchers at the institute like Wang Ruian, and some are serving in the military. They are all young people of the same age. They are not restricted in talking about anything, physics, chemistry, mathematics, anything. One day they even listened to Su Yuncheng He and Lin Huaizhou set up a sandbox and killed a group of military strategists on the spot.
When the foundation is solid to a certain extent, the collision of ideas will spark countless sparks in an instant. Not only Lin Nianhe felt that his thinking was broadened, but others also felt the same way. They jokingly called this "Miss Lin's living room", which made Lin Nianhe roll his eyes.
Such movement will certainly attract others' attention. However, the Lin family is a single-family house and has a unique geographical advantage. There are two human radars in the house, Su Yuncheng and Lin Huaizhou. It is absolutely impossible to lean under the door and listen to the walls. When all the parties involved were questioned, they all said the same thing - Lin Huaizhou was injured and came to visit.
As for why we need to visit every day... Anyway, no one said that we are not allowed to visit patients every day, right? They just sent Xiao Tieci, why can't they come and see him every day?
Lin Huaizhou himself never expected that his injury would be complimented and recognized because of this incident.
If he was asked to choose, he would rather say that these guys came to play cards with him.
