The weather in September is still relatively hot. After the teacher arrived, he gave a brief self-introduction, and then gave the students a dose of vaccination: "Ah, students, since the weather is relatively hot, our opening ceremony will not be held. It's too long, don't be afraid."
The freshmen below began to cry, the sun was shining outside, and they didn't want to go out for a second.
"What are you screaming? Really, can you escape the opening ceremony and the military training?" The teacher tapped the podium with chalk, and said cruelly: "Walk around and go out."
The students voluntarily queued up, no teacher watching, and no class cadres around to organize...
This is impossible in high school.
"Where are you going?" The tall Wen Ling called out to the good baby who wanted to step up and line up.
"I'm short, I'm in the front..." An Wuyang replied, holding the cheap backpack he used in high school.
"Then you shouldn't be sunburned?" Wen Ling pointed to the vacant seat in front of him: "Let's queue here, someone will help you shade."
Hearing this, the buddy in front glanced back at Wen Ling.
He wanted to see who was so sloppy!
"Hi." Wen Ling showed him a polite smile, and said shamelessly, "Between classmates, help each other."
"Pfft..." An Wuyang thought it made sense, so he walked over to fill in the vacancy, and it seemed that he really didn't post: "Thanks, Wen Ling."
The boy behind touched his chin: "Your name is An Wuyang? Why do I think this name sounds familiar?"
An Wuyang froze in his heart, has he been recognized
Think about it too, I have been on the news a lot, and it is normal for someone to recognize it.
"Safe and sound?" Wen Ling snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "Your parents really know how to choose names."
"Hey?" The boy who thought he had exposed his identity was hot and embarrassed, do you really think he is a household name!
In fact, it is no wonder that the real name of An Wuyang is not circulating on the Internet. Fans prefer to call him Tiantianan and Xiaotiantian, and he is carefully dressed every time he goes on camera.
Suddenly wearing a big shorts and a T-shirt, it's weird to recognize it.
Those who can be well-known and recognized as soon as they go out can only be first- and second-tier stars who are photographed every day.
Being safe and sound is nothing. First, there is no work and second, there is no time for precipitation. The recognition degree among the masses may not be as good as that of a small Internet celebrity.
"It's so hot." The young man took out a small fan from his bag and blew it on his face.
"You actually still have such a thing?" Wen Ling was a little suspicious, afraid that he had met a gay
"My family helped me install it. I still have it here." An Wuyang took out a spare and generously lent it to a new classmate: "Here, it's cool."
Wen Ling took over this artifact. Since it was prepared by the family, it was just a child with a happy family, not gay.
"Thanks." He opened it and blew it, don't say it, it was really cool.
An hour later, the opening ceremony finally ended amid the intense discomfort of the students.
Everyone rushed to buy water and go to the bathroom.
An Wuyang slowly took out two water bottles in his bag, one with sour plum soup and the other with boiled water.
First drink a mouthful of plain water, then drink a mouthful of sour plum soup, and then drink a mouthful of plain water, very thirst-quenching.
Wen Ling looked at him and didn't know what to say. The delicate boy said, "Cough, I'll go buy some water to drink, and the fan will be returned to you later."
An Wuyang: "Well, you go, it's okay, don't worry."
The small fan that was still running blew the bangs on his forehead, revealing his fair forehead.
This must be a happy child, with a good family education and a good personality... Wen Ling was blowing the family's small fan, and thought coldly in his heart, a simple little sheep, who was cheated and gave back to the number of people, tsk tsk.
Not long after, Wen Ling came back, took out an Alpine lollipop from the pocket of his trousers, and gave it to An Wuyang: "Please have some candy."
This candy is one five yuan, and An Wuyang can remember it clearly.
"Thank you." He looked at it, it was chocolate.
"Ah, Wenling is fine, and I bought candy for the same table." Hai Qiong, the girl at the front table, turned around, just in time to see An Wuyang dismantling the candy.
After taking apart the An Wuyang that was going to be stuffed in his mouth, the girl looked at him enviously, how could he be embarrassed to eat it: "Why don't I give it to you."
Of course Hai Qiong was embarrassed to accept: "I..."
"Give it to me if you don't want to eat it." Wen Ling grabbed it with a smile, ready to eat it himself.
Hai Qiong teased him a few times, and he looked like he didn't care.
After calming down, Wen Ling returned the lollipop to An Wuyang: "Quickly lick it."
The first lesson for the little sheep is that good things must be owned by themselves, and don't let others have the opportunity to covet them.
An Wuyang was stunned, and felt that this tablemate's operation was too arrogant: "..." But he really hadn't eaten an Alpine lollipop for a long time, so he quietly covered his mouth with his palm and hid to eat it.
After a while, the teacher came over, said a few words to them, and let them go.
The students go to eat when they eat and go back to the dormitory.
The glasses men's book patted An Wujie's shoulder: "Classmate, go to the cafeteria?"
An Wuyang hesitated for a while, and asked Wen Ling, "Are you going?"
Wen Ling euphemistically said, "The cafeteria may not suit my taste. I'll go back to the bedroom to eat." By the way, he asked An Wuyang, "Which bedroom are you in? Why didn't I see you?"
"I don't live on campus." An Wuyang had no choice but to reject Xueba and said, "I'd better go home to eat, after all, I don't need to come over in the afternoon."
"So you are a day student." The man with glasses looked him up and down: "There must be mines in your house."
His parents told him that those who own houses in Beijing are local tyrants.
"Haha." An Wuyang said with a smile, "Tomorrow I'll bring you handmade dumplings, tasted in Beijing."
"What about me?" Wen Ling glanced at him.
"You too." An Wuyang packed up his things, said goodbye to his new classmates, and went home happily.
"Auntie Zhang—I came back from school—"
The man who waited for An Wuyi all morning twitched the corners of his mouth expressionlessly: "..." It seems that the person the other party misses the most is not Aunt Zhang.
"Hey, where are you at home?" An Wuyang asked him in surprise, then rushed into the kitchen to look for Aunt Zhang: "Aunt Zhang, Aunt Zhang, quickly prepare the materials to make dumplings, and invite our classmates to eat dumplings tomorrow."
"Okay, let them taste Auntie's craftsmanship." Auntie Zhang cooperated with a smile, if this is her grandson, she can't afford to defeat this family.
"By the way, I haven't seen Dun Dun yet." The boy rolled up his sleeves, ran out of the kitchen, and found his precious son on the solid wood bed in the living room: "So you are here?" He put down the backpack on his shoulders and teased happily. Son: "Little Dundun..."
The cot is full of jingle toys, Dun Dun can be so foolish, he can play for a long time alone.
Dundun heard a familiar voice, dancing with little hands and feet, so cute and miserable.
An Wuyang lied on the edge of the cot and teased him for a long time, and the father and son giggled happily.
"..." President Huo Da didn't say a word, his work was very serious.
Just occasionally remind the basis lightly: "Be careful to wipe his saliva, don't choke."
"Okay."
Dun Dun likes to grin and drool. He laughs so hard when he plays that he sometimes chokes.
I have asked the doctor about this situation, and the other party said that it is not a disease. Maybe I will adjust myself when I grow up.
"Are you so busy today?" An Wuyang and his son came to an end, and finally looked up at Huo Yunchuan who was writing and drawing.
"It's okay." Huo Yunchuan put down the pen in his hand and looked at him: "How do you feel on the first day of school?"
An Wuyang suddenly laughed and described enthusiastically: "The atmosphere in the school is very good, everyone is very friendly, and no one recognizes who I am..." He scratched his head embarrassedly: "I also invited me at the same table. Eat candy."
Huo Yunchuan frowned suddenly: "I told you..."
"Don't eat junk food, right?" I knew he would say that.
An Wuyang slumped his shoulders in disappointment, and didn't want to talk about the school anymore: "I will pay attention to it in the future. I will go to the kitchen to help Aunt Zhang make dumplings."
Huo Yunchuan sat on the spot, glanced at the boy's back, and then at his lovely son: "..." A strange irritability rose in his heart, but he couldn't say what was wrong.
During lunch.
"Zhangjie, come here." The handsome man patted his leg.
"Uh?" An Wuyang raised his head, then showed a 'please' expression, and said embarrassingly, "I'm not a child anymore, you don't have to do this..."
The man who was rejected has his eyes stagnant...
One year ago today, a well-behaved teenager would sit in his arms and eat with dependence.
After giving birth to Dun Dun, there is no more.
"As you like." Huo Yunchuan gave up calmly without reluctance.
After eating, An Wuyang plunged into the kitchen and followed Aunt Zhang to make dumplings, making hundreds of them.
In the evening, he took a plate he made, served with sauce, and walked into Huo Yunchuan's study.
"Hi." An Wuyi looked gentle, picked up one with chopsticks, blew it to cool, and sent it to the tight-faced lover's mouth: "The beef stuffing specially made for you, try it?"
Huo Yunchuan glanced at the chubby dumplings, and then moved his eyes to the expectant boy: "I don't want you to grow up."
Safe and sound: "… "
An Wuyang put down the dumplings in his hand, broke the chin of the eldest young master at home, and bit his tight lips: "People will grow up, and Dun Dun will grow up in the future, and then leave us, but I will not leave. You, even if you're old enough to lose all your teeth, we're still together."
President Huo's irritability was immediately eased by the little angel's relief.
"I also like to sit on your lap, but when there are outsiders, it's not called fun, I don't want to lose face?" The young man sat on those sturdy legs, the safest place to go, and then picked up the dumplings , smiled and fed the object dumplings.
"...I can give you this face." Huo Dashao was coaxed to the point of elated, but he wasn't enjoying himself.
"Well, thank you then." The super-tempered boy fed himself one and asked vaguely, "Send me to school tomorrow, because there are too many dumplings."
Huo Yunchuan looked at him like this and thought, who wouldn't like him.