"Is there something wrong?" Jiang Fuyue turned her head to look at him.
Lin Shumo didn't say another word, he directly took the thermos bucket into her arms, and walked away.
Jiang Fuyue: "?"
Wang Haojun not far away: "!"
Jiang Fuyue didn't have doubts for too long, and soon a text message came in, an unfamiliar number.
The soup that Zhong Ziang gave her was handed over by Tuolin Shumo.
Let her remember to drink, and don't forget to apply for friends through his WeChat.
Jiang Fuyue clicked on WeChat and saw that there was a little red dot on the contact person's location.
She thought about it and passed.
Send a message to Zhong Ziang: The soup will be free.
The other end replied in almost seconds: Hey, just send my heart, you can drink it or not.
This trick of retreating into advance is still effective, at least Jiang Fuyue frowned when she looked at the heavy thermos bucket in her arms.
…
Lin Shumo sat in the cafeteria and ate.
No one dared to sit in the empty space in front of him and around him, so a vacuum was created, he was inside, and the hustle and bustle of the world around him was thrown out.
Cold, but also lonely.
He put a blank expression on his face, put a piece of ribs into his mouth, and played an article about "Multi-usertime-energyentanglementswappingbasedondensewavelenhdivisionmultiplexedandsum-frequencygeneration" in the latest issue of "Physical Review Letters" in the earphones. Dense Wavelength Division Multiplexing (DWDM) Quantum Networks for Switched…
"Lin, Young Master Lin..." Someone approached, choosing his words carefully.
Lin Shumo raised his eyes lightly.
Wang Haojun swallowed sharply twice, and put the thermos in his arms in front of him: "Jiang Jiang Fuyue asked me to give it to you!"
After speaking, he turned and ran.
Lin Shumo looked at the intact thermos in front of him, doubts gradually appeared in his eyes.
Are you back
He took out his mobile phone and called Zhong Ziang.
The other end answered quickly, "Xiao Momo, what's the matter?"
Hearing his tone, he was in a good mood, and accompanied by the wind from the galloping sports car, it was the unique high-spiritedness of a teenager.
Lin Shumo sneered, but he didn't know if this guy would still be so excited after hearing what he said next—
He said, "Jiang Fuyue returned the chicken soup."
Unexpectedly, the other end smiled and said "oh", not surprised: "I will pay it back, anyway, I gave it away, hehe..." And got WeChat, blood money!
Lin Shumo frowned: "Is this the reaction?"
"otherwise?"
"I thought you were going to drop your phone and scold your mother."
"Hey, what year is this? I'm already an adult, haven't I heard that the collapse of adults is silent?"
"Heh..." You collapsed? Didn't see it, thanks.
"Since she doesn't want it, you should drink it. Don't waste it. My mother cooked it early in the morning. It's cheap for you."
Lin Shumo snorted coldly: "Who cares?"
"Yes, yes, young master Lin. I beg you to drink it, is it okay?"
Lin Shumo was too lazy to talk to him: "I'm dead."
He put down his phone, couldn't help swallowing when he pursed his lips, and subconsciously rubbed his hands before opening the lid of the thermos.
The moment it was really opened, the heat rushed to the face.
He took a sip, um, it smells so good!
…
On the other side, Zhong Ziang drove all the way back to the old house by the meal time.
It's not the Zhong family's old house, but the Xie family.
The old uncle, this golden bump, couldn't bear to move from Linhuai, so when he went home to have a look, he naturally had to clean up the dust, and his family was called over by his grandma not so early in the morning.
Xie Yunzao is okay, he is too rich, he lacks everything except time.
But Zhong Yunyi...
He actually followed here, it's been a long time.
Zhong Ziang stopped the car and flicked the car keys while walking, but he hadn't had time to take off his sunglasses.
Walking through the garden all the way, unexpectedly ran into Zhong Yunyi head-on.
He froze.
The man was wearing a suit, with a tall and straight figure. He looked like a young man in his forties. He was staring at him and frowning.
Zhong Ziang suppressed his smile, and the originally raised corners of his mouth gradually flattened, and his expression was obscured by his sunglasses.
"Dad." He called, but only once.
Immediately, she stepped up again, brushed past him, and went straight in.
"Zhong Ziang, stop!"
"... What's the matter?" He stopped, but didn't look back.
Originally, the relationship between father and son was not good, and the incident of transferring schools half a year ago almost pushed this precarious father-son relationship to a cliff.
Fortunately, Xie Yunzao intervened to mediate, and finally Xie Dingyuan let him go and took him away.
"This is your attitude towards your elders?!" Zhong Yunyi's voice suddenly sank, and the aura of being in the top position for a long time was overwhelming.
Fortunately, Zhong Ziang has long been used to it, and since he has stayed in Linhuai for half a year, he is not afraid of him any more: "I've always been like this, what's the problem?"
"Brat, have your wings hardened after being out for half a year?!"
He used to say that Zhong Ziang was a little hypocritical, but now he didn't know that he was used to being beaten by Jiang Fuyue, and he was beaten by her fists, anyway, he is quite calm now.
"Don't you just want to see me stand alone and grow up? It's exactly what you want, why are you still not satisfied? It's so hard to serve..."
Zhong Yunyi's heart skipped a beat.
"It's okay, I went in, it's so hot outside, I really don't know what to do when I come out..."
Zhong Yunyi came out and shook: "?"
"Take off your sunglasses!"
Zhong Ziang frowned: "Whether I pick it or not is none of your business?"
The man suppressed the throbbing pain in his temple, and paused every word: "It's not dignified to the elders."
"Tch, my grandma and grandpa don't think so, do you have any objections?"
"Don't make me say it a second time."
"Grandma said, I'm so handsome dressed up, I can take it off, you have to ask my grandma first if she agrees or not."
"Ang Ang is back~" Said Cao Cao, when Cao Cao arrived, Ms. Fu's gentle and kind voice came, like the sound of heaven.
"Grandma, I'm back!"
"Why are you sweating profusely? Come on, wipe off..." He said, handing over the handkerchief with his own hands.
Zhong Ziang took it over with kindness, and took a sniff first: "Well, it smells so good!"
The old lady raised her eyebrows proudly: "Rose amber, newly tuned, how is it?"
"My grandma took the shot, it must be the best of the best, nothing to say!"
"This little mouth is so sweet..." Immediately, the old lady was elated.
Zhong Ziang glanced at the back and was completely ignored by his own father. He purposely annoyed him: "Grandma, look at my sunglasses, are they handsome?"
The old lady looked at it carefully, then nodded seriously: "Handsome!"
"Hey, then I won't pick it up—" He deliberately let go of his voice so that the people behind could hear clearly.
"Don't take it off, just wear it like this. As expected of my grandson, it looks better than those star fresh meat... Let's go in, it's so hot outside..."
"Okay!" Zhong Ziang followed.
Suddenly, the old lady paused, as if she just remembered her son-in-law, and called back, "Yun Yi, come in too." Rou Cha was gentle, calm and kind.
But he was far from being as close to Zhong Ziang as he was.
Zhong Yunyi nodded: "Come on."
In the house, the food has been served.
Xie Yunzao saw that the old lady ran out to pick up Zhong Ziang again on a hot day, and couldn't help but blame him: "Mom, he's such a big man, it's not like he can't find his way."
Ms. Fu: "I am willing."
Xie Yunzao: "..." There is no way to continue this sentence.
"Ang Ang," the old lady took him to sit on the sofa, her voice was gentle and watery, "It's so early in the morning, what are you doing out there?"
Zhong Ziang stopped holding the phone, raised his head and grinned: "Hey... Grandma, are you trying to trick me?"
Ms. Fu calmly said, "How can this be called a cliché? I care about you. I didn't go to bed early in the morning. I watched your mother cook the chicken soup and went out with a thermos. Has it been delivered to the little girl?"
Zhong Ziang touched the bridge of his nose and smirked: "Yeah."
Wait, something is wrong...
"W-Where is there a little girl?" His eyes flashed.
He got hit!
The old lady didn't expose it, she just smiled and said: "This is the first time you have given away something from home. It's not a gadget that can be bought with money, but a pot of chicken soup..."
Zhong Ziang blinked: "What happened to the chicken soup?"
"It seems that I really like the little girl."
Zhong Ziang blushed, but remained stubborn: "How could..."
Ms. Fu smiled and said nothing.
Xie Yunzao ordered the servants to prepare the meals, then turned to call Zhong Ziang: "Go and ask your grandfather and uncle to come down for dinner."
"Oh." Zhong Ziang ran upstairs.
Seeing Zhong Yunyi's brows tightened: "...still so unsteady."
Xie Yunzao heard the words, and said lightly: "You were not much better than him at your age."
"I'm talking about Zhong Ziang, why are you pulling on me again?!"
"For comparison, what are you in a hurry for?"
Zhong Yunyi: "It is because of you that he is so lawless and defiant as he is now!"
After speaking, he walked away.
Xie Yunzao looked at the back of the man walking away, momentarily stunned, and quickly set the bowl as if nothing had happened.
On the second floor, Zhong Ziang went to call the old man first, then turned around and pushed open the door of Xie Dingyuan's room: "Uncle, eat—" It's time for dinner.
Well!
Before the last two words were spoken, Zhong Ziang froze in place, dumbstruck.