The early morning sun slanted in and pulled out a long line that cut the living room into light and dark halves.
There are several pots of succulents on the windowsill, and the slightly upturned bud tips are sun-dried with a fluffy halo.
"Click" the door rang, and a neatly dressed boy walked out of the east bedroom.
This sound was like a signal, and the bedroom door at the other end of the living room also opened, and a middle-aged couple came out.
"That, Yang Yang, you got up so early? Don't you have a little sleep?" The woman squeezed her hands, a little embarrassed.
Lin Yangyang smiled at her, "Well, I went out for a run and made an appointment with my classmates to study in the library."
The man who hadn't spoken for a while immediately said, "Ah? Like this, that uncle will buy you breakfast. You can't go out on an empty stomach."
