Before Wen Ying could digest Shan Yao's information well, the nanny's voice sounded from the kitchen, "Yingying is back? Your parents are not here for dinner, so I cooked your favorite dishes for you two. "
"Thank you, Auntie."
Wen Ying thanked her sweetly, put her schoolbag on the sofa, and looked at Shan Yao's hand, "Are you all right?" She touched the bandage wrapping his arm.
"without."
He answered casually, holding the remote control in the other hand, switching channels at will, but his attention had already turned to her. The girl sat next to him, leaning over to look at the injury on his arm, with a serious look on her face.
"Where did he fight? Did you fight, or did he unilaterally ask someone to beat you?" After she finished speaking, she was still a little surprised, "Why did he beat you?"
He switched another channel, and stopped when he heard the words, "You don't believe me?" Could it be that he would hit himself
"... I just want to ask why."
As soon as she entered the door, she tried to sit on his left hand side for convenience. When she saw his injured right hand, she couldn't help leaning forward. Shan Yao threw away the remote control in her hand and put her hand on the sofa at will, but the force of his pressing down made the soft The sofa fell into an area, Wen Ying lost her strength and leaned forward, almost hitting him.
He immediately grabbed her waist and picked her up.
This reminded Wen Ying of the night at the school celebration party, when his palm almost melted into the warmth of the skin around her waist. She unconsciously raised her head to glance at him, just in time to bump into his staring gaze, both of them paused for a moment, and their reaction was half a beat slow.
Shan Yao suddenly whispered, "Hand." The slightly hoarse voice added a touch of ambiguity to the atmosphere in the air.
Wen Ying suddenly realized that in order to balance herself, she unconsciously put her hand forward on his leg, and she could feel the tight skin and explosive muscles against his thin layer of summer fabric strength.
She withdrew her hand abruptly, her face blushing.
Not only does he study well, but he also loves to play basketball since junior high school. He didn't feel it when he was wearing school uniform, but when he changed into home clothes with white t-shirt shorts, the feeling of his fingertips would not be deceiving. Looking down, the line of the calf also outlines an explosive arc...
Shan Yao lowered his head and saw the blush on the tips of her ears, and her tongue carefully licking her lower lip.
He could hardly take his eyes off it.
In the kitchen, the auntie nanny came out while taking off her apron, "The food is ready, I have something to go home in the evening, is it okay for the two of you to stay at home by yourself?"
The voice of the third person besides them suddenly awakened the two of them. Wen Ying immediately moved her butt, and stopped when she bumped into the schoolbag she threw, and assured her aunt in a little embarrassment: "No problem!"
"Your brother is injured and can't eat with his left hand. If you have any problems, please help him." The aunt was still worried and told her.
She has been taking care of Wen Ying at Wen Ying's house. After Wen Ying's mother remarried, she invited Wen Ying back to help Wen Ying adapt to the new home as soon as possible. She has been in love with Wen Ying for many years, so she naturally hopes that she can better integrate into this family, and she always stands in her perspective when speaking and doing things, and considers her.
Wen Ying agreed.
The door was locked with a "click" as the aunt left, and the room became quiet, and the ambiguity that had just been suppressed in the air revived, faintly surging.
Wen Ying had already forgotten all the questions she was going to ask just now, she picked up her schoolbag, "I'll go upstairs to put the bag first..."
As soon as she took a step, her right hand was caught.
Shan Yao subconsciously used a third of his strength, not only because he was afraid that she would break free, but also because of his intense inner struggle. No matter what decision he makes, he is very decisive, and he has never been so indecisive. He has never let himself regret his decision to break up. For him at that time, it was to stop the loss in time. When the income may not be as good as the expenditure, it can make you lose a little less. You can There is enough principal to make other investments. This cold approach comes from his father. It has been learned for many years, and it is easy for him to learn.
But now? Under the same circumstances, the choice he made should be the same.
However, he heard himself asking: "Ninny, have you ever thought about being with me again?" He saw her eyes slowly widen, as if she didn't expect him to say such words at all.
Wen Ying was indeed shocked by him. When the two got along well, it was not that he didn't have such a "tender and sweet" tone, but in their current state—since the relationship between the two was exposed at school, their state of getting along has been unprecedentedly chaotic, and his role in Seniors, elder brothers, and suitors are constantly switching, and she is the same. On different occasions and in different states, she will switch between a good baby and a rebellious girl.
Everyone has countless masks for different people, but their identities are too special. She wants to act obedient and alienate him from a distance to anger him, but also wants to knock off his masks all the time. She can't accept that he doesn't come by her side. To restrain her and teach her, they were caught in the crack of role transformation, in a dilemma, so their emotions were kneaded into a ball of hemp rope.
It's not that she didn't feel his depression and restraint when he approached her.
The identity of the suitor can only be felt in the occasional heaviness that leaks out of the air, and it is the least present. She thought he had given up on this possibility, and a forced kiss represented his moving face. Another shackle was placed on this moving face.
But now he still asked her this question, and Wen Ying unconsciously had goosebumps on her skin. The longing question made her unable to connect it with Shan Yao, as if he was begging for something. Probably it was the fact that he tried to show his emotions during the school celebration, but almost hurt her, which changed him.
But-
"Have you thought it through?"
Her expression was condensed like never before. For a moment, Shan Yao even felt that the roles of the two were reversed.
"I… "
Before he could make a statement, she asked again in front of him, "The first time you gave up on me, it was because of family factors, because I became your sister, so you succumbed to reality. Now, what will you do?" Are you affected by it?"
"You are now in the third year of high school, the most important stage of your life. If we are together, our relationship will be exposed in school. Are you sure you can bear the pressure?"
"You want to be a role model in everyone's eyes. Even if you rebel, you only hide it behind your back, but this time it's different. It's putting an unpopular thing in front of everyone, and you have to tear it apart completely in front of them. The mask of a top student, endure their pointing at you, have you thought about it?"
Shan Yao stared at her intently, unable to look back for a moment.
He also couldn't believe that she asked himself these questions. He thought that she would have various answers. She might mock him again, or sneer, or there might be even a little possibility of agreeing. able to cope. He was waiting for a trial in which she would declare his life and death, and he had only to obey.
The only thing he didn't expect was that she would become another self, as if she had penetrated into his heart and uncovered one problem after another that was suppressed by the turbulent emotions.
But now, he just didn't want her to ask such a question. He felt so inexplicably powerless that he felt a little restless.
"Why do you ask these questions?" When he was determined to ignore them, she wanted to put them in front of her eyes instead. He frowned and asked, "Don't you think I'm too rational and want me to obey my heart?"
"Really?" Wen Ying stared at him with soft eyes, but there was an undisguised sharpness in her eyes, "I made you ask such a question, it was I who wanted the two of us to be together, because I wanted to, so you Just do it for me?"
"Should I be touched that you care so much about me?"
The obvious sarcasm in her tone gave Shan Yao a headache, "That's not what I meant."
She was already impatient, "Let go."
He held her hand tightly again, and after a while, he slowly let go of her hand under her biting lip and staring.
The two fell into the cold war again. During this period, Wen Ying called Gong Xuan and wanted to ask him why he beat someone, but the other party kept showing that the phone was turned off, so she could only temporarily give up asking.
On weekends, she and He Wei made an appointment to go to the hot springs. She packed up her things and was going to say hello to Shan Yao before leaving. Both parents were away on business trips, and there were only the two of them at home. The elder made the decision, and she had to report to him.
"How long?" he asked.
"One day and one night, and I will be back the next morning."
"With whom?"
"He Wei."
"No boys?"
"No."
"It's inconvenient if there are no boys to follow." He said, "I'll go too."
She had to confess, "... He Wei's boyfriend is going too."
He raised his eyes with a smile that wasn't a smile, as if he knew it. He put down the book in his hand, "One boy and two girls? I don't worry about you going alone. I'll go with you."
"Our rooms are all booked! There are no extras!" She refused, "And your hands are not well."
"Just right, I sleep in one room with her boyfriend, and you two girls sleep in one room. Hands are not a problem, as long as I don't take a hot spring." He said, "No matter what, my parents are away, I should take care of you .”
Wen Ying hesitated for a while but agreed, at least in terms of her life safety, he has always considered her. Going out to play, even if it's just a short distance, it's more at ease to have one more boy with you.
It's a pity that saying so, she almost regretted it when she got to the place.
On the opposite side, He Wei and her boyfriend were kissing each other, feeding sweetly, whispering in their ears, completely ignoring their existence. Sitting across from them, she and Shan Yao had almost nothing to say, and could only watch them show their affection. The big difference in the atmosphere between the two sides can be described as weird.
He Wei found a time to ask her in a low voice, "What's the matter with you and your brother?" After knowing the relationship between the two of them, she stopped calling Senior Shan and replaced it with "Your brother", which sounded like a relationship Good brothers and sisters.
"nothing."
"Really..." The other party obviously didn't believe it.
In the evening, after soaking in the hot spring, Wen Ying, at He Wei's begging, carried her pajamas to the boy's room that had been reserved. Standing at the door, she was a little embarrassed, and explained to Shan Yao, "She said that she rarely had time alone with her boyfriend, and wanted to exchange two hours, and change it back when she was sleeping."
Shan Yao nodded and closed the door after she came in.
Even though they are in the same room, they still have their own way. He was lying on the bed reading and reviewing as usual. Wen Ying was originally sitting on the sofa watching TV, but when she felt a little sleepy, she ran to the bed, occupying a corner of the bed, and there was a gap between the two of them. Milky Way.
"Just watch, leave me alone." Her words stopped him from getting out of bed.
"good."
Shan Yao tucked her in the quilt and dimmed the lights a little.
After their room became quiet, the movement in the room of the stranger next door suddenly became obvious. The sound insulation effect between each room here is obviously very poor. The creaking sound of bed boards penetrates through the wall, and there is the sound of heavy objects hitting the wall, making a dull "boom" sound, which matches the low sound. low panting.