Song Xuan's expression was calm, as if he was saying "I am a human being" and other established facts.
There was even a hint of pride in his tone.
Wen Qing was flustered by what he said, it's too embarrassing for a dog or something.
And it was in front of Fu Ranxiu and Jiang Yan.
Fu Ranxiu was calm, he didn't even lift his eyelids, and he wasn't surprised at all.
As for Jiang Yan, he raised the corners of his mouth, with a complex expression, and a hint of speechlessness in the coldness: "You are not young, and you play pretty perverted."
Song Xuan chuckled: "You are getting older, you play more fancy, and your clothes are also fancy."
The two were arguing and starting to move again.
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, lowered his head and wiped his hands, put the towel back in its original place, and walked out of the bathroom.
As soon as he left, Fu Ranxiu followed.
Immediately afterwards, Song Xuan and Jiang Yan also stopped.
The two looked at each other, staring at Fu Ranxiu closely.
Wen Qing noticed the weird atmosphere between the three, but he didn't want to talk to him, and he didn't know how to solve it.
He glanced at the phone's battery, 50%.
Wen Qing picked up the phone, returned to the original position, clicked on WeChat, and asked Io straight to the point: [Why is it different this time?]
Io responded to the message in seconds.
Yi Ou: [The country of Hua does not support idlers.]
Wen Qing: [...? ? ?]
Io: [I'm still working hard on the planning assignment.]
The implication is that he is doing his homework, so why should the other parts be idle
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then glanced at the thick pile of homework on the table.
I thought, although he asked Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan to do their homework, it doesn't really matter if they are disobedient, right
Probably knowing what he was thinking, Io sent a new message.
Io: [If you ask them to write, they will be obedient.]
Wen Qing: [?]
Wen Qing: [Why?]
Io: [No reason, just be obedient.]
Io: [Listen to you.]
Wen Qing stared at the two messages in a daze, and poked the keyboard after a while.
Wen Qing: [Then are you obedient?]
Io: [Be obedient.]
Io: [I listen to my wife.]
Wen Qing: […]
Wen lightly suppressed the heat on his face, put down his phone, and covered it on the table.
When he looked up, he saw that Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu had already started their homework.
Jiang Yan set up a small chopping board opposite him, and began to cut the fruit into a fruit platter.
The living room was very quiet, and the wind outside the building could be faintly heard.
Wen Qing suddenly had the illusion that they were a family.
There will be noise and fights, but they will still sit at the same table and be with each other.
Wen Qing was dazed.
After Jiang Yan finished cutting the fruit, he pushed the fruit plate in front of Wen Qing: "Eat it."
Wen gently lowered his head, ate the fruit slowly, and looked at Fu Ranxiu's English homework.
Fu Ranxiu got all the questions he could do right.
For the questions he couldn't do, Fu Ranxiu even marked the reasoning in the questions and reading comprehension.
As if deliberately giving him the look.
Wen Qingfa was dazed for a while, feeling drowsy gradually, unknowingly lying on the table, and fell asleep.
Seeing him falling asleep in a daze, the other three people on the table breathed lightly and moved in unison.
Jiang Yan looked at Wen Qing's side face quietly, this was the only time when he had no mission, no threats from others, and was peacefully with Wen Qing.
Very ordinary daily life, once a luxury.
He enjoys this kind of daily life very much. If the high school students on the left and right are not there, he will enjoy it 100%.
Thinking, he glanced at Song Xuan on the right.
Song Xuan stopped doing his homework the moment Wen Qing closed his eyes.
He half-closed his eyes, turning the pen casually, and suddenly remembered that his wish in elementary school was to have someone to accompany him in his homework.
Song Xuan snorted lightly.
Fu Ranxiu finished writing a paper, put down his pen, glanced at his watch, and said in a low voice, "It's evening."
Jiang Yan didn't speak, just walked lightly and walked towards the kitchen.
...
When Wen Qing woke up, he could smell the aroma of food.
He looked up sleepily and saw a table of meals.
In the next second, someone rubbed his head.
Jiang Yan's voice sounded behind him: "Wash your hands and you can eat."
Wen calmed down for a while, then slowly stood up and went to wash his hands.
Song Xuan walked out of the kitchen with the dishes, and when he saw Jiang Yan's actions, he cursed at him, "Speak as you speak, don't move."
Jiang Yan: "My hands are itchy."
Song Xuan: "I fucking think you're itchy."
Fu Ranxiu didn't participate in their quarrel, looked at Wen Qing, and shouted, "Teacher."
The next second, Jiang Yan and Song Xuan said in unison: "Fu Ranxiu, come here!"
"Go to the kitchen for dinner!"
The quiet living room became lively again.
Wen Qing's footsteps paused, and the corners of her lips raised involuntarily.
After washing your hands, return to the original position.
The food on the table is clearly divided into three areas, which are triangular in shape.
They are all home-cooked dishes with similar appearances. Just by looking at the dishes, the naked eye cannot tell the difference between the chefs, it can only be based on the area where the dishes are placed.
Obviously, Song Xuan, Jiang Yan and Fu Ranxiu all cooked.
As soon as Wen Qing sat down, there was an extra bowl of rice in front of her.
Fu Ranxiu said lightly, "I cooked the rice."
Song Xuan: "I did the dishes."
Jiang Yan: "I cut it all, I have good knife skills."
Wen lightly blinked and picked up the chopsticks.
Jiang Yan continued: "The other skills are not bad."
Wen Qing: "..."
He was about to pick up vegetables, but in the next second, three pairs of chopsticks fell onto his bowl, forming a small pile of vegetables.
Wen gently lowered his head and ate seriously.
He is used to eating vegetables before meat, and after eating two mouthfuls of vegetables, he heard Song Xuan say, "Why do you keep eating grass?"
"Eat more meat." After speaking, Song Xuan gave him another piece of meat.
As soon as Song Xuan moved, the other two also started to move.
In the blink of an eye, there were more vegetables in Wen Qing's bowl than rice.
Wen Qing said slowly: "You eat by yourself."
Song Xuan paused with his fingertips, and looked at him with burning eyes: "Can I eat anything?"
Wen Qing: "... eat by yourself!"
After the meal, the dishes and chopsticks were cleaned up, and night fell.
I don't know who turned on the TV, and the host of the news network broadcast the domestic and foreign news in a correct manner.
Several people watched quietly, without arguing or bickering, as if a family watched TV together after dinner.
After some time, the news broadcast ended.
Song Xuan came back to his senses, and immediately looked away.
He tilted his head to look at Wen Qing, and said casually: "Teacher, I am full of warmth and lust."
Wen Qing: "...then you can do your English homework."
Song Xuan: "..."
Jiang Yan nodded in agreement, and put his arms around Wen Qing's shoulders: "It's up to adults to be full of warm thoughts."
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then got up and walked to the dining table beside her.
It was too close to them on the sofa.
Song Xuan rolled his eyes at Jiang Yan, and said with a sneer, "You can rely on your own efforts."
After speaking, he walked to the dining table beside him and started to do the questions again.
The four returned to their original seats.
Time passed minute by minute.
Wen Qing felt that Jiang Yan's gaze on him was getting hotter and hotter, without lust, just looking at him purely.
Wen Qing was a little uncomfortable, looking at the paper for a while, and touching the phone for a while.
Seeing this, Jiang Yan raised his hand to his chin, chuckled and said, "There is only one hour left."
"Meng Meng, let me take a good look."
He sighed.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.
last hour.
If they are part of Io...
"In an hour, you—"
Knowing what he wanted to ask, Jiang Yan interrupted: "Of course we are going where we should go."
Wen pursed his lips lightly, and asked, "What is the place to go?"
"Go back to the original world?"
Jiang Yan smiled without explaining.
Wen Wei frowned slightly, picked up the phone, and was about to ask Io.
Just after typing a word, Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids and said, "Teacher."
"During work, don't touch fish."
Song Xuan picked up the paper and walked to Wen Qing's side: "I agree with Fu Ranxiu's words for the first time."
He took out the mobile phone in Wen Qing's hand, and said casually: "Mr. Wen, you are not allowed to fish."
After the words fell, a big hand appeared in Wen Qing's palm.
Song Xuan put his hand in his.
"But you can pet the dog."
Wen Qing: "..."
Jiang Yan: "..."
Fu Ranxiu: "..."
Wen Qing withdrew her hand, put it on her lap, and said dryly to Song Xuan, "I don't want to touch it for now."
Song Xuan shrugged indifferently, he pulled away the empty chair beside Wen Qing and sat down, closing the distance between them.
After facing Fu Ranxiu and Jiang Yan's eyes, he said casually: "When I was young, my parents were busy with the company and work, and they were rarely at home."
"No one has ever accompanied me to do my homework, eat, watch TV."
Jiang Yan: "Not independent."
"..."
Song Xuan ignored him, and continued to say to Wen Qing, "It's different from me."
"The neighbor's dog is taken out for a walk every day. Even if it is windy and rainy, he will go out in a raincoat."
Song Xuan said lightly: "So I always feel that I am not as good as a dog."
Jiang Yan nodded: "When you grow up, you will become it."
Song Xuan: "..."
Wen Qing raised her eyes slowly, looking into Song Xuan's eyes.
Song Xuan didn't look directly at him, but looked away.
It seems to be a little embarrassed.
He is telling the truth.
Wen gently flexed his fingers, and patted the back of Song Xuan's hand lightly to express his comfort.
He knows that he has this problem of being soft and not hard, but he can't change it.
He didn't drive Song Xuan back to his original position, and let him sit beside him.
Jiang Yan couldn't see Wen Qing's little comforting gestures from his perspective, but Fu Ranxiu could see it clearly.
He lowered his eyelashes, got up slowly, walked to Wen Qing's side, and pointed to a question: "I don't know how to do this question."
Xueba can't even do it, and Wen Qing feels that she can't even more.
He looked down at the paper and filled in the blanks with ancient poems from the Chinese test paper.
[I only hope that your heart is like mine, _____.]
Fu Ranxiu asked in a low voice, "Does the teacher know the next sentence?"
"If you don't know, you can use your phone to check for me."
Wen Qing really knew the next sentence, and said directly to him: "I will definitely live up to my love."
"Well," Fu Ranxiu responded, looked down at him, and said slowly, "I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will definitely live up to your love."
His tone was gentle, rather than reading the question, it was more like confessing his love with this love poem.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then realized that she had been tricked.
Fu Ranxiu made him read this love poem on purpose.
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then said to him, "Do your homework."
Fu Ranxiu responded, instead of returning to the seat on the left, he also sat opposite Wen Qing.
Wen Qing didn't catch up with Song Xuan, and of course he wouldn't catch up with Fu Ranxiu either.
He lowered his eyes, being asked questions by Song Xuan for a while, and for Fu Ranxiu for a while.
"What's the question?"
"I have no idea about this big question."
"The teacher seems to know love poetry very well, what about the next line?"
…
Jiang Yan looked at them without making a sound.
He leaned back in his chair and snorted lightly.
The Lord God is really a chicken thief.
They did not come alone, but together.
The three restrained each other, even if they wanted to do something, they couldn't do it.
Wen Qing is also soft-hearted.
"I'm going to eat and smoke a cigarette." Jiang Yan rubbed his fingertips, got up and walked to the balcony.
He leaned against the wall, took out the cigarette and lighter that he carried with him, looked at Wen Qing through the glass window, raised his head and slowly exhaled smoke rings.
The balcony door was closed, but there was still a faint smell of smoke.
Wen Qing glanced at his watch, then at Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan didn't know how many cigarettes he had smoked, he was surrounded by smoke and couldn't see his expression clearly
But Wen Qing felt his gaze,
He is still looking at himself.
Wen lightly pursed his lips, got up and walked to the balcony.
Pushing open the door, Wen Qing couldn't help coughing twice.
He stepped forward to open the window and said to Jiang Yan, "Smoking less."
Jiang Yan blew out the smoke ring and extinguished it casually: "I won't smoke in the future."
Wen responded lightly, and the moment he turned around, something soft brushed against his lips.
Jiang Yan quickly pecked his mouth.
Wen Qing froze for a moment, a faint smell of smoke lingered on the tip of his nose.
Jiang Yan asked softly, "Do you hate it?"
Wen shook his head lightly, and said truthfully, "I don't hate it."
Jiang Yan looked at his expression and said lightly, "I know."
"I don't hate it, and I don't like it either."
"Mengmeng," he paused, then said to Wen Qing, "I won't smoke in the future."
Wen Qing was a little puzzled, why Jiang Yan was so obedient all of a sudden.
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, and continued to say the second half of the sentence: "You will like me too."
Back in the living room, the clock in the living room was ticking.
The voice that could not be heard before was exceptionally clear at this moment.
It's the last minute.
Wen Qing opened his mouth and was about to speak when suddenly, a hand covered his eyes.
"goodbye."
Wen replied softly: "Goodbye."
His cheek was pinched and his lower lip was bitten.
The touch is fleeting.
When he opened his eyes, the room was empty.
The living room was still the same as before, homework was placed on the table, and there was a faint smell of tobacco in the air, as if they hadn't left yet.
The phone vibrated and a message popped up.
Wen Qing lowered her eyes, it was news from Xuanxuan's mother.
Xuan Xuan's mother: [Xiao Wen, it's very late, have they finished their homework?]
Wen Qing: [It's all finished, they are very good.]
Xuanxuan's mother: [That's good, you go back and rest quickly.]
Wen Qing: [Okay.]
Xuanxuan's mother: [I'll call you Alipay for the money, and I'll call you again next time I need it.]
Wen Qing: [Yes.]
At 12:30 in the evening, it was the access control time for the dormitory area of Nancheng University.
Wen Qing couldn't go back to the dormitory, so she had to go back to the 18th floor.
Open the door, the huge house is empty, and there is no sound.
Only him.
When Wen Qing was alone before, she didn't think there was anything wrong, but in the past few days, she frequently got along with and parted with them.
When I am alone again, I always feel empty in my heart, as if something is missing.
Wen Qing changed his shoes and entered the room, sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.
After watching for two seconds, I couldn't help picking up my phone and sending a message to Io.
Wen Qing: [Did you let them come and go on purpose?]
Io: [Well, it was on purpose.]
Wen Qing: [? ? ?]
Just admit it directly? Not hiding it at all? !
Io: [I want you to fall in love with me quickly.]
Io: [Can you like me a bit?]