Ms. Qin's kitchen has no door, and the sound of preparing dishes is clearly transmitted to the living room. It is doubtful that the soft conversation in the living room may also be accurately transmitted to the ears of a third person.
Song Yunran was taken aback.
In the past, he underestimated Qin Ke, but he didn't expect this person to be so bold. He was not afraid of being discovered by his mother, and he recognized someone as his father outside!
Although the father's cry was reasonable and reasonable, Song Yunran was still cowardly.
He stared angrily, and said coldly: "Yes, you are not worthy."
Then he turned his head proudly, and met Qin Nianrong's hesitant eyes.
"..."
Qin Nianrong turned around to face the living room at some point, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, as if he could execute Song Yunran on the spot at any time.
His back turned cold, he thought badly, and he didn't know how much Ms. Qin had heard.
Fortunately, Qin Nianrong just said, "Qin Ke, come and help."
Qin Ke replied "Okay", and said to Song Yunran before getting up, "Dinner is probably still a while away. If you are tired, you can go to my room to rest for a while."
Song Yunran couldn't wish for it.
He always felt that Qin Nianrong looked at him a little strangely, and it would be nice if he could escape for a while.
This house has a layout of two bedrooms and two halls.
Qin Ke's room is a small second bedroom. Looking out of the window, you can see the public sports field of the community. At the moment, there are a few boys who look like middle school students playing basketball below. The intensity is inversely proportional to the scoring efficiency. Nearly ten minutes did not score a goal.
Song Yunran was served by them, and he didn't want to look any further, so he turned his gaze back to the inside of the room.
Unlike Song Yunran, who had an independent study since he was a child, Qin Ke's bedroom is like most children in ordinary families, with a small desk placed against the wall.
Above the desk is a combined bookcase, which contains the textbooks he used in high school and a few simple photo frames.
One of the photos is a group photo of Qin Ke's high school graduation class. Seventeen or eighteen-year-old Qin Ke is standing at the far left of the last row, a special bordered position, but it doesn't affect him being the most eye-catching one among all of them. .
Song Yunran took a closer look, then froze for a moment.
He remembered that Qin Ke was born in Yan City, but the name of X City No. 1 Middle School was written on the top of his graduation photo.
"Hey, didn't he go to high school in Yan City?"
Song Yunran muttered to himself, pulled out the chair and sat down, searched the Internet with his mobile phone, and soon found a piece of information organized by fans.
According to the data, during the years from elementary school to junior high school, Qin Ke would transfer schools every two years on average. It was not until the beginning of the first year of high school that he settled down in the city X where they are now, and completed three years of study safely. .
Afterwards, as everyone knows, he was admitted to the Film Academy in Yan City and made his debut as an artist.
Song Yunran blinked, and found that he didn't know these experiences at all, but the content that was not written in the book belonged to a blank unknown world in his concept, and he didn't even know as much as the fans.
It's outrageous!
Song Yunran criticized himself, you can't be regarded as a qualified father, nor can you be regarded as a qualified boyfriend.
In the kitchen on the other side.
Qin Ke skillfully shredded the beef and was about to put it on a plate when he saw his mother holding a cabbage and sighing.
The moment their eyes met, the resentment in Qin Nianrong's eyes almost burst out.
"..." The scene was so weird that Qin Ke couldn't ask, "What's wrong?"
Qin Nianrong said distressedly: "President Xiao Song doesn't seem to like talking to me."
Ever since Xinghe artists showed their talents and praised the boss, Mr. Song's title has long been popular among netizens. It was a waste of Qin Ke's good intentions when he recorded "Holiday Slow Tour".
Qin Ke raised his eyebrows: "You don't seem to talk to him much?"
"Isn't it hard for me to meet the real person, am I too excited?"
In front of her son, Qin Nianrong's chatterbox opened up, "You know, when I get excited, I tend to say wrong things, so I have to say less and make less mistakes, so as not to be misunderstood by others."
Qin Ke was silent for a few seconds and asked, "What are you excited about?"
He still knew his mother a little bit, and it was inevitable that he would feel a little uncomfortable when he rejoined the workplace after divorce. He suffered a few times because of his emotional fluctuations, so he was forced to take the route of pretending to be cold.
But for a moment he couldn't figure out why Ms. Qin was so excited about Song Yunran.
Qin Nianrong broke open a cabbage leaf: "Of course it's because I like him."
Qin Ke: "?"
Qin Nianrong said: "He is so cute, with round eyes, like a puppy. Sometimes when he smiles, my heart melts. If he curls his lips when he is unhappy, my heart will also be broken. "
Qin Ke: "..."
"The first episode of the show was when you bought him fried potatoes. You don't know, I watched him sit there and eat obediently, thinking that if this was my child, then he must have something to eat, I'll buy him whatever."
Qin Nianrong paused for a while, and added, "Yes, and I need to buy two more, so that he can eat his fill."
Qin Ke was speechless.
He finally knew what was going on.
Song Yunran was a guilty conscience and didn't dare to chat too much with the aunt he met for the first time; Qin Nianrong saw that he was not as lively as in the variety show, so she worried that she didn't treat guests well, so she became more and more nervous; Wide open, frantic panic inside.
The two of you come and go, testing each other, and it's hard to tell the truth from the truth.
The final consequence was that Song Yunran was so frightened that he behaved carefully, while Ms. Qin staged a heartbreaking scene of a big mother fan.
New Year's Eve, why bother.
Qin Ke pondered for a moment: "Wait a minute."
After speaking, he washed his hands and called Song Yunran out of the bedroom.
Song Yunran was busy re-planning the route of becoming a father, because he was too involved in the planning, and for a moment he forgot the previous fear.
It wasn't until he followed Qin Ke into the kitchen that he suddenly stopped and looked at the mother and son in a panic, fearing that Qin Ke would come out impulsively before he knew it.
So should I kneel down now, cry and say "Auntie, I didn't force him, we are true love"
Song Yunran couldn't help feeling a little anxious. He had never knelt down to anyone in his two lifetimes. Could it be that he was going to make an exception for Qin Ke today
But the picture was quite touching when he thought about it, and he wanted to cry for it.
As a result, when he was thinking about it, Qin Ke suddenly said: "Let's introduce it again. My mother, Ms. Qin Nianrong, is also your mother..."
Song Yunran turned pale with shock, shouldn't he change his mind
He's not ready yet!
Fortunately, Qin Ke spoke fast enough and finished in time: "... Mom fan."
As soon as the words fell, Qin Nianrong finally lost control and covered his face: "How did you say that!"
She rarely chases stars—of course Song Yunran is not a star either—but anyway, after her careful observation, those "mothers" who like to call Song Yunran on the Internet are actually girls in their teens and twenties.
Even though they are still mixed with little girls at a young age, fans of old mothers are still a little shy in their hearts.
Song Yunran watched helplessly as a female version of Qin Ke revealed his true feelings in front of him, and the character collapsed. After an accident, the stone in his heart finally fell down.
It turned out that Qin Nianrong didn't dislike him, but liked him too much.
But it doesn't matter, Song Yunran bent his eyes and smiled.
Since his last life, he has been particularly good at dealing with mother fans.
For the next whole night, Qin Ke, as the son of both parties, witnessed a touching scene of running in both directions.
Song Yunran was able to have a large number of mother fans in his previous life, and he did have some skills.
Whenever Qin Nianrong did something, he stuck there like a little tail, either watching or helping, and then finding the opportunity to give high praise.
Moreover, the tone of his praise was sincere and there was a trace of admiration, Qin Nianrong was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear the whole time, as happy as he had never seen a child with such a sweet mouth.
The picture of a loving mother and son being filial is especially suitable for this day of family reunion.
Qin Ke should feel very relieved after seeing it.
—if he hadn't been left out in the cold the whole time.
At ten thirty in the evening, the mother reminded the two children that it was time to go to bed.
There are only two bedrooms in the house, so it is self-evident where Song Yunran should sleep.
After saying goodnight to his aunt, he went back to the second bedroom, squatted on the ground and rummaged through the suitcase for his pajamas.
"Who will take a shower first?" He asked proactively.
Qin Ke replied lightly, "Anything is fine."
The mood does not sound high, and even faintly reveals a sense of fatigue.
Song Yunran raised his face in doubt: "No way, you're really sleepy before eleven o'clock?"
He shook his head and couldn't help sighing, "You don't have the vitality of contemporary youth at all. Dad is very disappointed in you."
Qin Ke leaned lazily against the desk: "Really?"
Song Yunran glanced at him and suddenly felt something was wrong.
He put down his pajamas and walked over, touched the other person's forehead with his hand, and said after a few seconds of silence: "You don't have a fever, why are you listless, are you feeling unwell?"
Qin Ke replied in a low voice: "Well, a little bit."
He grabbed Song Yunran's wrist, guided him down slowly, and finally stopped his hand on his chest, "Maybe no one cares all night, and I feel uncomfortable."
Song Yunran: "..."
Qin Ke lowered his eyelashes and said softly, "But it's okay, as long as you like my mother, you don't need to consider my feelings, anyway, I don't even deserve a New Year's gift."
Oh, the original point is here.
Song Yunran thought silently, Qin Ke is so addicted to dramas, it seems that he can't just say "I want a gift", and he has to beat around the bush to play a show with him, it's really hypocritical.
But after thinking about it, he felt that with Qin Ke's clinginess, it was not impossible for him to feel lonely.
Hasty.
Song Yunran felt sorry for himself, thought for a while and said, "I am teasing you during the day, do I look like the kind of person who doesn't give you gifts?"
Qin Ke nodded: "Like."
"???"
Song Yunran's face was at stake, and what was even more embarrassing was that he really didn't have time to prepare.
Looking at each other, he had an idea, and said: "Actually, I have prepared your gift a long time ago, but I can't take it out now. I must save it for tomorrow as a surprise."
Qin Ke glanced at him: "Really?"
"Of course it's true. When did I lie to you?"
Song Yunran couldn't pretend anymore, and hurriedly pushed the person away, "Okay, go take a shower quickly, I suddenly remembered that I have some work to deal with."
After finally sending her boyfriend away, Song Yunran hurriedly took out his phone to make up lessons urgently.
There are many suggestions on gift giving on the Internet, but due to objective conditions, most of them are not suitable for him.
Seeing that Song Yunran's hope was getting more and more bleak, a comment suddenly broke into his field of vision.
[I have a little trick. When you forget to prepare a gift, just tie a ribbon around yourself and say "I am the most precious gift".]
Song Yunran was shocked, he never thought that there is a good way to get materials locally!
And more importantly, he thinks he can afford such a description.
It's just... Qin Ke doesn't seem to have any ribbons at home.
Song Yunran looked around, and his eyes fell on a scarf lying quietly in the suitcase.
After a moment, he clapped his hands.
Well, it's decided to be it!
The author has something to say: The difference is a thousand miles away, these eight words, I hope Mr. Xiao Song will think carefully (.