My Husband With Scholar Syndrome

The lounge chair was of Grandma White, who liked to sit under the sycamore tree and waved a fan for the cool. And she and Shirakawa love the swing under the tree.

"Brother Shirakawa." A little girl with a pigtail braid ran in from the gate of the schoolyard carrying a schoolbag. She ran all the way into the house behind Mu Xiaoya.

Mu Xiaoya followed in subconsciously.

The little girl ran into the room with great skill, and smashed a schoolbag on her shoulder next to the teenager who was seriously reading, which scared the teenager.

"Brother Shirakawa, after school, let\'s go out and play." The teenager didn\'t speak, and his face seemed a little unwilling, but the girl forcibly pulled people out regardless of the teenager\'s wishes.

"I want to swing, can you push me? I\'ll push you later." The girl sat on the swing first, and turned back to let the teenager push her. The teenager couldn\'t help urging and gave a slight push.

"You\'re more vigorous, push it with all your strength." The teenager finally understood the girl\'s requirements in the urging of the girl over and over, and then pushed the girl into the high sky with all her strength. But the girl didn\'t tell the teenager what to do next, so when the laughing girl swinged from the highest point of the parabola back to the bottom of the valley, the teenager who was standing still was directly hit and flew out.

"Brother Shirakawa!" The girl desperately pulled up the teenager, and when she saw the nosebleed on the teenager\'s face, she cried out in shock, "Woohoo ... don\'t die."

The girl did n\'t know the first aid, only knew that she wiped the blood on the teenager\'s face with her sleeve, and wiped her tears after she wiped the blood, so when the white grandma heard the voice coming out of the room, there were two more in the yard. A child with blood on his face.

The girl knew that she was in trouble, afraid and sad, and couldn\'t stop crying. Until the teenager with a tampon on her nose, in her grandmother\'s surprised eyes, she raised her hand and covered her eyes: "Don\'t cry."

Mu Xiaoya remembered that this was the first sentence Shirakawa said to her.

Taking off his glasses, Mu Xiaoya directly faced Shirakawa\'s eyes. The teenager in the picture grew up and learned to smile: "Little Ya, Happy Qixi Festival."

"Thank you, Brother Shirakawa." Mu Xiaoya put her ar glasses tightly in her arms and shouted a long-lost title.

Shirakawa smiled even more happily. Then he took an invitation from his pocket and gave it to Mu Xiaoya: "I designed the game, the press conference, you come to participate."

Mu Xiaoya took it with both hands. This invitation card carried all the achievements of Shirakawa\'s career so far, and she was fortunate to share it together.

Late at night, Mu Xiaoya was lying in the arms of Shirakawa and asked a question she wanted to ask a long time ago: "Why did you suddenly talk to me that day?"

Shirakawa suddenly spoke to her that day, and Grandma Bai was startled, because before that, Shirakawa couldn\'t say three words a year.

"I\'ve been talking to you." In fact, Shirakawa has been talking to Mu Xiaoya. From the girl pulling her out of the study to being hit by a swing, Shirakawa has been talking, but outsiders seem to understand what he said. Shirakawa was also accustomed to this situation at that time, and did not show anything strange. Until Mu Xiaoya was crying, she kept crying, crying for an hour, and the tears didn\'t stop, making him yell out loud in a hurry.

Since then, Shirakawa suddenly found a way to communicate with the outside world.

After the Tanabata Festival, the weekend is two days later. Because Shirakawa strongly discouraged someone from going to his and Mu Xiaoya\'s new home, the removal process was particularly deserted. It can be said that one person dragged a suitcase and moved into their future home.

Mu Xiaoya felt a little deserted, but Shirakawa liked it.

There are a pair of slippers, a pair of toothbrushes, a pair of chopsticks, a pair of tea cups, a pair of towels ... as if the whole world is wrapped in a pair of things, this is a strong satisfaction The obsessive-compulsive disorder in Shirakawa\'s heart.

Seeing Shirakawa happy, Mu Xiaoya took out a watch from his bag. This watch was given to him when he left the villa. There is a gs positioning system in the dial. Mu Xiaoya wants to wear this watch as a gift to Shirakawa. In this case, Shirakawa should not throw it away.

"Ogawa." Mu Xiaoya called out to Shirakawa who was looking for everything in the room.

"For you." When Shirakawa approached, Mu Xiaoya handed the watch to Shirakawa.

Shirakawa took it, glanced at the dial, and frowned hardly.

Was it found? Mu Xiaoya thought about Bai Bai\'s throwing a positioning watch before, and asked with a guilty conscience: "You ... don\'t like it?"

"The watch is broken," Shirakawa replied.

"Broken, where is it?" No, this watch is so expensive. She just checked the invoice just now, hundreds of thousands of watches. That\'s right, the grandpa Bai sent a gift, and even brought it with the invoice. He didn\'t mind other people being scared.

"Two seconds slower every hour," Shirakawa replied.

"..." Can all this be seen?

Mu Xiaoya thinks she probably found the reason why Shirakawa threw the watch that year, feeling that he thought the watch was bad: "Then ... then I\'ll take it back for repair."

"Um." Shirakawa nodded and returned the watch to Mu Xiaoya.

Mu Xiaoya truthfully reported the situation to Bai Ye on the spot. Bai Ye was also silent for a long time, and then she knew it.

Because there are not many things brought over, the packing process is relatively simple. The two took out the clothes from the suitcase and hung up their mobile phones and computers with wifi. They spread the washed sheets and quilts on the bed, and everything was done.

"It\'s a short meal, this house has fireworks." It\'s already three o\'clock in the afternoon after finishing packing. Although no one came to the greenhouse, Mu Xiaoya hoped to celebrate with Shirakawa a little. Together, they went to a nearby mall to buy ingredients and seasonings. They originally planned to buy only one meal, but didn\'t want to buy two big boxes back in 1978.

"I\'m going to cook." Returning home, looking at the ingredients and ingredients on the stove, Mu Xiaoya raised her sleeves.

"I\'m going to watch TV." Shirakawa sat smartly on the sofa and turned on the TV, perfectly restoring the blueprint that Mu Xiaoya had painted for him.

"I already knew that I would say I cook and you help the chef." Mu Xiaoya shook her head and smiled, but today is the first meal, let Shirakawa be beautiful for a few days, and then slowly train him into a family cook .

Mu Xiaoya cooks, and Shirakawa\'s mind is not on the TV at all. From time to time, he glances in the direction of the kitchen. Every time he glances, the smile in his eyes increases.

This meal is made for me alone.

Mu Xiaoya\'s cooking skills can only be considered as average, plus only two people eat, so she doesn\'t make a lot, simple three dishes and one soup, even if they are all together. However, she carefully arranged the dining table, elegant and clean tablecloths, beautiful perfume roses, a circle of candlesticks, and Fang Hui gave her red wine in addition to the plants on a terrace.

Sitting at the table, Shirakawa couldn\'t wait to pick up the chopsticks.

"Wait a minute, I\'ll take a picture and send a circle of friends." One of the people in the house didn\'t let in. She had to find a way to tell them that her move was considered a victory. It\'s too deliberate to call, and it\'s natural to send a circle of friends.

As Mu Xiaoya expected, the parents of both the Bai family and the Mu family were worried about their moving. Even if they knew that nothing would happen when they moved, they just wanted to know that the children were settled.

When Mu Xiaoya\'s circle of friends came out, five likes appeared almost at the same time, and then there were comments.

Li Rong: Dinner looks very rich. I didn\'t expect Xiaoya to have such a good cooking skill.

Shen Qingyi: Maybe it\'s a takeaway.

The dismantling of the table from my mother made Mu Xiaoya can\'t help but twitched her mouth. She didn\'t cook at home, so she replied on the spot: next time I go back to cook for you.

"It\'s really not take-away, then I have to wait."

Papa Mu: "And me."

Mu Xiaoya watched the messages for the past two days, and then she froze. After rebirth, she always missed her mother\'s cooking, but she never thought about making a meal for her parents.

"Xiaoya." Shirakawa raised his hand and shook in front of Mu Xiaoya\'s eyes.

"Huh?" Mu Xiaoya looked up.

"what happened to you?"

"Nothing?" Mu Xiaoya cleared her mood, picked up the awake red wine and poured a glass for herself and Shirakawa. "Ogawa, I want to see my parents tomorrow and make a meal for them."

Don\'t remember, don\'t feel guilty, and find out what you\'ve missed, and immediately make up for it. Some things are too late for you to wake up and cannot be changed, so don\'t let it be too late.

"Did they have eaten?" Shirakawa was curious. His father-in-law and Xiaoya lived for more than 20 years. Didn\'t they have eaten Xiaoya\'s meals?

"No, you are the first person to eat and cook with me." According to this life.

"Oh." Shirakawa picked up chopsticks and ate a bite of food. He truly became the first person to taste Mu Xiaoya\'s craftsmanship. After he was certain that this position was unshakeable, he was quietly relieved.

"Tasty?"

"good to eat."

On the other side, after reading the circle of friends, clicking praise, and leaving the house to start eating, all of them suddenly started discussing an issue that had never been considered.

The initiator of the problem is Bai Yan. After reading Mu Xiaoya\'s circle of friends, especially the eye-catching red wine in the photo, he raised a question that they had ignored for more than two decades.

"Parents, will Ogawa drink?" Bai Ao asked.

"..." Father Bai.

"..." Mother Bai.

"It shouldn\'t matter, our family\'s alcohol seems to be pretty good." Father Bai was not sure.

"It doesn\'t matter if you don\'t drink well, big deal, just fall asleep." Bai Mu couldn\'t stop yy.

Bai Ye remembered the scene when he was drinking for the first time. It did not seem to have any adverse reactions, and the degree of red wine was already low. Mu Xiaoya would certainly not let Shirakawa drink more, so he was too lazy to disappoint them.

"Ogawa ... what ... what are you doing?" Mu Xiaoya, who was halfway through her meal, was suddenly taken by Shirakawa to the study and said she was aggressive.

"Solve the problem." Bai Chuan snapped a blank piece of paper with a math problem that seemed to be a knowledge point of the senior year. But where can Mu Xiaoya solve it now? She can remember that this is the subject of senior year three.

"I ... I won\'t."

"Untie it, don\'t sleep." Shirakawa was extremely strict.

"Ogawa ... what\'s wrong with you?"

"Solve the problem." Shirakawa patted the table again, and Mu Xiaoya was shocked.

"Are you ... drunk?" Mu Xiaoya looked at the blush on Shirakawa\'s face.

"Solve the problem!"

So the first night of the new house, Mu Xiaoya was almost tortured by a math problem.