"This year, Jia Ran is the provincial champion in the specialty painting high school category again."
"As expected, I took a look at the work when it was handed in at the end of last semester, and it was definitely not something that mortals like you and me could draw."
"Is this the gap between people? Let's be honest. I'm a little envious."
"What's there to envy?"
"Aren't you envious? If I win an award, my dad might be so happy that he would set up a banquet with 30 tables."
"I'm not envious. My knees have been numb from kneeling for a long time anyway, hehe."
"... ... what a psychopath!"
The person who was talking sneered at him and sighed, "I really envy Jiaran, she's good-looking and good at drawing, it must be easy for her to find a partner, unlike me."
"Hahahaha! I knew you guys were short-sighted and were paying the most attention to this."
"Actually, I don't think so. Maybe Jia Ran is harder to find than you."
"Are you saying that Jia Ran doesn't like to talk?"
"Yeah, don't you think Jia Ran is a little too cold... No, it's not cold, it's just too introverted? He's so quiet, and it always feels like he's not easy to get along with."
“Indeed, this is a bit difficult.”
"Wait, what's with you acting like a mother who's worried her son won't find a wife???"
"Are your thoughts too weird?"
A girl puffed her cheeks and said, "Those who think it's hard to get along with someone have never gotten along with them before, right? Jia Ran isn't hard to get along with, he's a nice person, and he has a very good relationship with Liang Sunian from Class 19. They've been going to and from school together since they were in high school, so they have a very close relationship."
"Liang Sunian, is this what they call only playing with good-looking people?"
“… It hurts.”
"I think actually, it's just... are they too close? I met them outside of school before, and Jiaran seemed particularly well behaved when he was with Liang Sunian. Liang Sunian took care of him like a little kid. Are they real brothers?"
"They are not brothers. Liang Sunian is the only son. I think they are just friends?"
"I know this question. My friend's level is too low. They are childhood sweethearts. They have been playing together since they were young. I have a friend who went to the same junior high school as them. They were said to have been together all day long since they were in junior high school."
"Their home isn't far away, in the same district, just a few streets away, I think."
"That's great! I wish I could have two childhood sweethearts as handsome as this one qaq"
"Don't you have a brother?"
"Come on, my brother is a fool. Not only does he not take care of me, he even fights with me for the remote control at home..."
When Xie Jiaran came back from the office, the back door of the studio was ajar. Several classmates were blocking the door and discussing something heatedly. They did not control their volume, and he heard every word of their conversation.
The hand pushing the door paused.
Thinking that going in now might make them embarrassed, I waited patiently for a while. I finally waited for them to change the subject, but I didn't expect that the topic would end up with that person again...
It wasn't until the class bell rang and the talking stopped that he blinked and pushed the door open.
It’s the last class, and we’re done with school.
Two minutes before the end of get out of class, his phone vibrated twice. He took it out and unlocked it, using the drawing board as a cover. It was a WeChat message:
Ranran, my car has been repaired, I can take you home, see you at the school gate~(*^▽^*)
It was a very short sentence. Xie Jiaran's gaze paused for more than ten seconds before he turned off the screen, raised the corners of his mouth, and put the phone back into his pocket.
The school dismissal time for the first and second year of high school is the same. As soon as the bell rings, a large group of people slowly gather from each classroom and each floor, and squeeze towards the door at the slow pace of a snail.
Teacher Lin spoke for a few more minutes and when he came out of the studio, there were no longer as many people as during the peak hour after class.
The early autumn wind blew into the corridor. The students stretched and yawned, then began to put on their coats one after another.
Xie Jiaran was in a hurry to go out in the morning and forgot to bring his coat. He only wore a short-sleeved shirt inside. His white arms were exposed, making him the most eye-catching presence in the corridor.
The girls said goodbye to each other and went downstairs. Xie Jiaran happened to be walking behind them and heard them laughing and talking about where to get the best milk tea, which street had a new clothing store, and which skirt was the best looking.
When they were not far from the school gate, the discussion suddenly quieted down, and then the topic changed: "Hey, look over there."
"Who is it?"
"Liang Sunian, he's waiting for someone again."
The girl who was speaking looked back immediately and found Xie Jiaran who was lagging behind them as expected.
The girl next to him also saw it soon, looked at each other knowingly, smiled, waved goodbye to him, and walked away quickly hand in hand.
Liang Sunian seemed to have noticed something. He looked away from his phone and looked over lazily. Then he smiled brightly, put away his phone, strode over, and stopped in front of Xie Jiaran.
"It's so windy, why don't you wear a coat?"
Liang Sunian wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth he realized that Xie Jiaran was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, so he changed the subject, frowned, took off his coat while speaking, and naturally put it on Xie Jiaran's shoulders.
His coat was naturally one size larger than Xie Jiaran's, and it still carried the temperature of its original owner, wrapping him warmly and spreading along his skin, bringing an inexplicable sense of security.
It seemed as if I felt more at ease all of a sudden.
"I forgot to bring it."
He obediently put his hands into the sleeves and put them on. The sleeves were long enough to cover the entire back of his hands.
The oversized jacket is really comfortable to wear.
"You are so forgetful, little brat."
Liang Su Nian sighed, but couldn't bear to say anything harsh to him: "Next time if you forget to tell me earlier, I will send you the coat sooner."
Xie Jiaran looked at him: "If you brought it to me, what are you wearing?"
"I can just borrow some from my classmates, or I don't have to wear it. Anyway, I'm in good health and don't catch a cold easily. You are more important."
Liang Su Nian said, and suddenly leaned closer: "Huh? Why is there paint on your face?"
He raised his hand and wiped it with the tip of his thumb, as if he had discovered something. He held up his face with his other hand and said, "Of course, have you lost weight again?"
Xie Jiaran blinked blankly: "No?"
He has been eating normally recently.
"Then why is your face smaller again?"
Liang Su Nian easily covered his entire face with one hand: "Look, it's almost smaller than my palm. Are you secretly losing weight behind my back?"
"No."
Xie Jiaran puffed up his cheeks, dodged his hand, and muttered: "And even if I lost weight, I didn't hide. You almost ran away to Jincheng, and you still have the nerve to say that I hid..."
"Stingy guy, why are you still thinking about this? Didn't I not go?"
Liang Su Nian laughed when he heard this, and the curve of his lips was like the swirling autumn wind, cool and gentle.
"You're all here, where can I go?"
He stuffed the hot milk tea into his slightly cool palm, and rubbed his head habitually: "Don't worry, I won't leave, I will stay with you alone, don't think about losing weight secretly under your brother's nose."
"I haven't said anything."
Xie Jiaran was stubborn and turned his face away, and where Liang Sunian couldn't see, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
"Okay, if you don't have it, then you don't have it."
Liang Su Nian smiled and put his arm around his shoulders: "Let's go."
The autumn rains in Miancheng begin to increase.
The previous rain had just stopped not long ago, and it must have rained secretly while they were still trapped in the classroom.
The ground was still wet and covered with leaves from the trees along the roadside. The bicycle wheels made a slight rustling sound when pressing on it, and occasionally, when they rolled over a puddle, there was also the sound of water splashing.
Xie Jiaran was wearing Liang Sunian's coat and sitting in the back seat of his car, with one hand around his waist and the other hand drinking milk tea seriously.
It has coconut flakes in it, and it tastes soft and crispy, which is his favorite texture.
“How does it taste?”
Liang Sunian asked him: "I have never tried this brand, but since it is newly opened and has many customers, I want to buy some to try."
“A little too sweet.”
Xie Jiaran smacked his lips and tasted it carefully, then said pertinently: "But it has a strong strawberry flavor, as if strawberry jam was added."
Liang Su Nian: "Okay, got it. I'll buy you 70% candy next time."
"No ice, I don't want to drink hot water."
"There's no room for negotiation. We'll talk about it in the summer."
"... ..."
Instead of going straight home, they parked their bikes in front of the coffee shop on the corner as usual.
Xie Jiaran walked briskly in front, and when he entered, he just met the store manager coming out of the kitchen.
He came here frequently and became very familiar with the store manager, who greeted him with a smile: "Good afternoon, little classmate. You seem to be in a good mood today."
Xie Jiaran swallowed a mouthful of strawberry-flavored sweetness: "Well, it's okay."
The store manager wanted to say something, but his eyes fell on the person who came in right after him. Then he looked at Xie Jiaran, whose eyebrows were slightly happy, and smiled knowingly, "Are you finishing school?"
"Well, good afternoon, boss."
"Haha, good afternoon. Good afternoon."
The owner smiled and walked behind the cash register: "What would you like to drink today?"
"Still two cups of cappuccino and one tiramisu."
"Okay." The shop owner skillfully took their order and handed them their number plates: "Go sit down and wait for a while."
It's still the same old seat, in a corner by the window, far away from other seats. Looking outside, you can see the people and cars passing by on the street.
"Hey, where's the old man selling oden?"
Liang Sunian looked outside for a while, but didn't see the familiar pushcart stall: "Why didn't you come today?"
I am always there every day and will not leave until they finish their homework and leave.
Xie Jiaran said: "It seems that he doesn't want to sell it anymore."
Liang Sunian asked: "Not selling it anymore? Why?"
"He went back to his hometown."
Xie Jiaran said: "His son made money and returned to his hometown to develop. He also renovated the small courtyard house into a big villa and brought his grandfather home to enjoy a peaceful life."
Liang Sunian's first reaction was that the old man was in poor health. He heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that. "That's good. It's hard to run a small stall selling oden. It's really not suitable for the elderly. It's a pity that you won't be able to eat oden with such rich ingredients and thick soup in the future."
He sighed for a few words before thinking of something, and curiously asked Xie Jiaran: "Of course, how do you know so clearly?"
They have known each other since elementary school and their homes are not far from each other. It is no exaggeration to say that they grew up together. He knows Xie Jiaran's personality better than anyone else. He is quiet and doesn't talk much. He rarely communicates with classmates, let alone chatting with strangers.
When they were together in the past, Liang Sunian was always the one who stood in front of him and helped him to continue the topic. All Xie Jiaran had to do was to follow him obediently and wait for food and drink, and wait for him to hold his hand and go home.
"Grandpa told me."
Xie Jiaran loosened the straw and put down the milk tea: "Two days before school started, I passed by to buy oden, and my grandfather asked me why I was alone. I said you were going to transfer to another school, and I would be alone from now on."
He looked up into Liang Sunian's eyes and said slowly, "Then he asked why you left me alone to go to a different school when we were doing so well. I couldn't answer him, so I had to change the subject. Then he told me about his family."
Liang Sunian was silenced again.
I was both angry and amused. I gritted my teeth and pinched his nose. "You little vengeful person, I didn't really transfer, but you spread the word that I transferred everywhere? You make me sound like a heartless person. How can you be so deceiving?"
Xie Jiaran said with a nasal tone: "You mentioned it."
Mentioning it is equivalent to transferring it, and mental infidelity is also infidelity.
Scumbag.
"To be honest, it was my parents who said that because I was annoying to go home every day, not me."
Liang Sunian stopped and said, "I didn't agree. How can I transfer to another school when you are so delicate and can't leave me alone?"
"I'm not squeamish and I can't live without people."
"Okay—" Liang Sunian dragged his voice: "I am a spoiled child, I can't live without people, I wish I could turn into a god and sit on your shoulder all day, okay?"
That's it.
Xie Jiaran was satisfied, but asked again: "Why is it the ear-reporting god?"
"It's convenient to give you the answers when you are doing math papers and exams."
Liang Sunian raised his voice and said, "I heard that someone's test results this week were not very good?"
"... ..."
That's not even talking about that.
Xie Jiaran glared at him and silently took out the math test paper.
This is his only homework today: correct all the wrong questions and hand them in tomorrow.
"It's not too bad. I was only two points away from passing."
He said sullenly, "Give me your test paper quickly. I need to copy the answers."
Liang Sunian happily agreed.
But halfway through, he remembered something and turned to Xie Jiaran and said seriously, "But Ranran, let me give you a heads up first. Don't laugh at me after you read the test paper."
Xie Jiaran's eyes lit up: "You got zero on the test?"
"Can you please think of me a little?"
Liang Sunian placed the test paper lightly in front of him and said, "I just filled in the wrong name."
Xie Jiaran looked down and saw that the name column on the test paper had obviously been smeared with ink. Under the messy horizontal bar was the neat and beautiful handwriting of "Xie Jiaran", with a big red question mark next to it. Next to it, someone awkwardly added a "Liang Sunian".
Xie Jiaran tapped the test paper with his pen: "What is this question mark?"
"It was our math teacher who called me."
Liang Sunian didn't feel guilty at all: "He originally thought that the test papers were mixed up, and he went to find your teacher to find out that it wasn't. Today, he simply brought the test paper to the classroom and held it up on the podium for us to recognize the notes. Now the whole class knows that I wrote your name in the test."
Xie Jiaran imagined the scene and wanted to laugh: "Didn't the teacher criticize you?"
“It’s not really a criticism.”
Liang Sunian said honestly: "It's just a reminder for me to remember to confirm my name when I write it in the next exam. The examiners of the college entrance examination don't have the patience to take a test paper and ask slowly."
Xie Jiaran still smiled.
He looked at Liang Sunian, his eyes flickered, and he quietly tightened the pen in his hand, and suddenly asked him softly: "Brother, why did you write the wrong name?"
Liang Sunian, who had been talking eloquently, suddenly became silent.
Xie Jiaran looked him straight in the eye and asked again, "What were you thinking about during the exam?"
Liang Sunian's fingertips made rhythmic tapping sounds on the table.
Just when Xie Jiaran thought he could hear the answer, the hands reached out and gently pressed on his head: "Mark the test paper carefully, you are dawdling again, be careful not to finish it soon."
"... ..."
The aroma of coffee spread around the two of them.
Occasionally someone would pass by on a bicycle, and the bicycle bells would ring.
Xie Jiaran wanted to correct the test papers and eat cake at the same time. He had to put down his pen and grab the spoon after finishing two questions. His greedy look made Liang Sunian laugh.
"Let me do it."
Liang Sunian reached out his hand, and Xie Jiaran thought he was going to help him copy the answers. He was still struggling in his head about what to do if the teacher recognized his handwriting, but his hand had already honestly pushed the test paper over to him.
It turned out that Liang Sunian's target was the piece of cake next to him.
"What are you thinking about?"
Liang Su Nian pushed the test paper back mercilessly: "Study hard, correct your mistakes, and don't think about finding someone to do it for you."
Xie Jiaran curled the corners of his mouth and snorted, then continued writing.
"Open your mouth."
Xie Jiaran subconsciously followed the instruction and opened his mouth, and was fed a mouthful of soft and sweet food.
Liang Sunian discovered a new interest: it turns out that feeding cake to others is more interesting than eating cake himself.
I happily fed Xiao Xie the tiramisu, and Xiao Xie finished copying the test paper.
Driver Xiao Liang rode his bicycle and dutifully sent the man to his doorstep: "Of course, I'll still be waiting for you downstairs tomorrow morning. See you tomorrow!"
Xie Jiaran nodded and watched him wave goodbye with his back to her.
Zhou Wenyue and Lu Shang were at home. They didn't wait for him and had already eaten dinner. Seeing him come back, Zhou Wenyue pointed in the direction of the restaurant and said, "Ranran, the food is still hot on the table. We came back a long time ago and didn't wait for you. Eat by yourself."
Xie Jiaran agreed, put his schoolbag on the cabinet in the entrance hall, pulled out a stool and sat down at the dining table.
He had just eaten a piece of cake. He wasn't actually that hungry, so he only took a few symbolic bites of food with his chopsticks and couldn't eat much.
On the other hand, Zhou Wenyue was almost driven crazy by Lu Shang in the living room.
The kid, who is already in the third grade of primary school, is incredibly stupid. He can add one plus one for a while, has to think a little longer about one plus two, and is stuck when adding twelve plus thirteen.
Xie Jiaran looked straight ahead, with his ears perked up, and slowly ate the sweet and sour pork ribs as Zhou Wenyue tried to suppress her breakdown and be patient.
This is Lu Shang’s favorite dish, and he got the upper hand again.
"... ... Shang Shang, be good, let's do the math. If there are eight apples on the tree, two fall off, and two are eaten by birds, how many are left?"
She pulled out Lu Shang’s hands, curled up his thumbs, and patiently taught him step by step: “Eight, minus two, minus two again, how many are left?”
Her patience had not yet run out, but Lu Shang's had already run out, and he waved his hands angrily: "I don't know! I don't want to do the questions anymore! I don't want to do it! I want to go play Superman cards!"
"Shang Shang, why are you playing Superman cards when you haven't finished your homework?"
Zhou Wenyue restrained her temper and said, "Be obedient. After you finish these questions, I will buy you a full set of Superman cards..."
Xie Jiaran was listening with great interest when his cell phone suddenly lit up. It was a message from Liang Sunian, informing him that he had arrived home.
Previous years:/Pictures
Last year: There was a beautiful black butterfly at the door. I caught it and made it into a specimen for you to play with
Is your first reaction when seeing a living thing to make a specimen
Problem.
Xie Jiaran replied him with six dots while biting his chopsticks.
Liang Su replied with an emoji of a cat rolling around:
In previous years: Oh no, it flew away.
Previous year: I'll catch it for you next time^_^
Xie Jiaran has become accustomed to Liang Sunian's nonsense.
Hearing Zhou Wenyue's increasingly irritable voice in the living room, he pressed the voice button to record a full minute and sent it to Liang Sunian.
The other party replied one minute later:
In previous years: /applause/applause/applause
Previous year: Wonderful, awesome! My brother's brain can be sold as new, it has hardly been used, no damage.
Liang Sunian doesn't like Lu Shang and Zhou Wenyue, and he has never concealed this attitude in front of Xie Jiaran.
To a certain extent, they share the same hatred for the enemy. He will continue to lose his rationality towards people who are not good to Xie Jiaran, and he will not be able to look at them with a dialectical and objective perspective.
Lu Shangben was stupid and bad because he was spoiled at a young age. Zhou Wenyue was partial to her two sons and she had to favor the smaller and more useless one. This was Liang Sunian's entire impression of the mother and son.
It's no longer something that can be described simply as bad.
From this point of view, it is really normal for him to hate them, even though they are Ranran's closest relatives.
And Xie Jiaran certainly wouldn't be angry about this. After all, respect out of family affection is one thing, and being tired of reality is another.
He and Liang Sunian are in the same group.
Xie Jiaran glanced towards the living room, turned off the keyboard sound and typed with one hand: It was even funnier just now, but I forgot to record it for you.
Liang Sunian grasped the key point in one second.
In the past: You used to be the first one to share your complaints with me/feeling wronged
Xie Jiaran bit his chopsticks and smiled: Yes, but I just remembered that I forgot to return my school uniform jacket to you.
Previous year: It’s okay, there is another one at home.
Previous year: Tomorrow is the weekend, how about your brother taking you to eat barbecue after school
Jia agreed: OK
Previous years: /Shake Coke
Su Xi Nian Shang: By the way, your mother and your brother are arguing over there, why are you still joining in the fun in the living room? Go upstairs quickly, or you’ll get sparks again.
Liang Sunian's mouth seemed to be blessed. As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Jiaran was immediately called out by Zhou Wenyue.
"Ran Ran, have you finished eating? Come over here and show your brother these elementary school math problems?"
She looked a little tired, or perhaps mentally exhausted: "The teacher suggested that I practice more. If I win a prize in the Mathematical Olympiad, I can get extra points in the entrance exam."
"... ..."
Sometimes, Xie Jiaran really wanted to ask his mother how she could still have such grand and brilliant fantasies about Lu Shang even after he showed extremely mental retardation and low IQ.
It all feels a little abnormal.
He didn't want to be abnormal like Zhou Wenyue, so he put down his chopsticks, took his phone and stood up: "Mom, I have a lot of homework today, a few test papers, and some manuscripts that I haven't finished yet. I'll go upstairs first."
Zhou Wenyue couldn't, or she didn't even have time to think of a reason to ask him to help Lu Shang with his homework first, because he had already disappeared at the stairs.
"I don't want to do it anymore! I want to play games! I want to play games!!"
Lu Shang slapped the coffee table and started making a fuss again.
Zhou Wenyue closed her eyes tightly, feeling overwhelmed.
Why are they both her sons, one is sensible, obedient and excellent, while the other can give her such a headache
The next day, Xie Jiaran was picked up to school by Liang Sunian, who was waiting downstairs early, as usual.
It’s not that Xie Jiaran doesn’t know how to ride a bike, but Liang Sunian thinks it’s not convenient for them to talk while they each ride one bike, so it’s better to sit in the front and back seats.
Moreover, there is a section of the way to school that is uphill, and pedaling is very tiring, so it is better not to let Xie Jiaran ride, and he can just carry him.
"Brother." Xie Jiaran poked him on the back and asked the question he always wanted to ask but always forgot: "Which university do you want to apply to?"
They are all in their second year of high school and will be in their third year next year. Yesterday, the head teacher spent the entire class giving them ideological education, which made him a little nervous.
Liang Su Nian did not answer, but asked him: "What about you? Which university do you want to apply to?"
"I don't know. I haven't thought about it yet."
Xie Jiaran sighed.
His professional performance is excellent, but his academic performance is not so good. He wants to go to the same university as Liang Sunian, but he is afraid that his academic performance will not be able to keep up.
"Tell me yours and give me some reference." He poked Liang Sunian again.
Liang Sunian said: "I haven't made up my mind yet. Hmm... What do you think of Tsinghua University?"
"... ..."
Xie Jiaran silently calculated the cultural score line of Tsinghua University in his mind, biting his cheek and remaining silent for a long time.
Liang Sunian: "It's not necessary. It depends on where you want to go."
Xie Jiaran said: "Where I go, will you go?"
Liang Sunian: "No problem."
Xie Jiaran: "No, I have a problem." He muttered in a low voice: "People always strive for higher positions, why would they always follow the inferior ones..."
Liang Sunian was not happy when he said that: "Don't talk nonsense, our Ranran is not bad at all, she won so many awards before she even graduated from high school, how can she be bad-"
"Then let's go to Tsinghua University."
Xie Jiaran suddenly interrupted him, making a hasty but firm decision: "Brother, let's take the entrance exam to Tsinghua University, okay?"
Liang Su Nian was a little surprised: "Is it decided? Don't you want to think about it anymore?"
"It's decided." Xie Jiaran said, "Please give me extra lessons. If it doesn't work, I can just repeat the year."
"You underestimate your brother." Liang Sunian smiled brightly: "I'll give you extra lessons, and you still want to repeat the year?"
"Hold me tight, it's going downhill ahead."
Xie Jiaran narrowed his eyes and obediently wrapped his arms around his waist.
He arrived early and there were not many people in the classroom.
As soon as he put down his schoolbag, two girls came to him, pushing and shoving each other: "Jia Ran, Jia Ran, can I ask you for a favor?"
"What's the matter?"
"That's right, you and Liang Sunian have a good relationship, right? Do you know if he has a girlfriend?"
Xie Jiaran said: "No."
"Yes!" The girl cheered softly, and then asked him: "Then... can you give me his contact information?"
Xie Jiaran was stunned.
Her eyelashes trembled twice, and she suddenly lowered her eyes and began to organize her textbooks: "I can't make the decision on my own. If you want, you should ask him directly."
"No, I'll be so nervous if you ask me directly that I might even get tongue-tied. Jia Ran Jia Ran, can you help me?"
Xie Jiaran felt uncomfortable, but couldn't show it. Being stared at by them with such hope, he could only say, "I'll ask for you later."
"Yeah! Thanks!"
"fine."
After lunch, Xie Jiaran bought some water and walked towards the classroom. When he passed by the stadium, he heard a burst of lively cheers.
He looked up and saw that there were more people gathered around the basketball court than usual. Several boys on the court were playing enthusiastically. Liang Sunian intercepted the opponent's ball and dribbled past all the opponents, breaking through the blockade and dunking the ball into the opponent's basket.
His teammates were laughing and talking to him. Liang Sunian also laughed and waved his hand to refuse the water handed to him by his teammates. He looked up unintentionally and met the eyes of Xie Jiaran who was far away outside the court.
Then he laughed.
He greeted his teammates, strode past a pair of classmates who were holding water and eager to give him water, walked towards him, and stopped in front of him with vigor and vitality.
Boys of sixteen or seventeen are good-looking no matter what. They have deep and beautiful eyebrows and eyes. The shadows cast by the light seem to be precisely measured with a tape measure. Even with sweat on their foreheads, they don’t look shabby at all. They exude the smell of sunshine.
"Have you just finished your meal?" Liang Sunian asked him.
As Xie Jiaran nodded, the water was taken away from his hands.
Liang Sunian unscrewed the bottle cap naturally, tilted his head back and drank most of it in one gulp.
Xie Jiaran looked at his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and the words to stop him rolled around his lips before being swallowed.
The water is not new, he has already drunk it...
"How can you be so stingy that you're not happy even if I drink a sip of water?" Liang Sunian said with a smile as he screwed the bottle cap on.
"Who is stingy? Drink if you want."
"Is this true? Why is your face so red?" Liang Sunian said, "And my ears."
"... ... The dish I just ate had chili peppers in it."
Liang Su Nian smiled even more brightly, and it was unclear whether he believed it or not.
"I forgot to tell you, come to my house this weekend? We'll cook hot pot at home. My mom bought a lot of dishes. You can eat whatever you like."
Xie Jiaran's attention was still on the bottle of mineral water that he had no intention of returning to her. She was distracted and didn't listen carefully to what he said.
There was a light bump on the forehead.
Liang Sunian had hit the player dirty, so he used his head to hit him: "Why are you in a daze while talking? What are you thinking about?"
"ah?"
"I say, come to my house this weekend to eat hot pot, and I'll help you with your homework, okay?"
Xie Jiaran said, touching his forehead: "Then come and pick me up tomorrow."
Liang Su Nian smiled: "I know, young master."
The time bell rang, and Xie Jiaran was about to leave, but suddenly he thought of something and turned back to Liang Sunian and said seriously, "Next time you play basketball, you can send me a message and I'll buy you some water."
Let him do the job of delivering water, don't bother others.
The author has something to say: I'm a little late, good night, ladies~