You’re A Liar

Chapter 13: The first time I saw a movie, I was very excited.

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Wen Yuanchu bought him Coke and popcorn.

He put popcorn into his mouth one bite at a time, biting it loudly.

When queuing up to check tickets, Lin Qiuyi who was standing behind asked him in a low voice: "Ling Song, Wen Yuanchu bought all your snacks, right?"

"Yes, do you want to eat?" Ling Song didn't feel wrong at all, and generously sent the popcorn to her to share.

Lin Qiuyi was speechless.

"no thank you."

"Keep it for yourself, eat more."

If he doesn't eat, he won't be able to eat enough for one person.

Ling Song's ticket was next to Wen Yuanchu's.

After sitting down, he looked around and wondered.

There are so many entertainment methods for modern people, and this way of watching a play is more enjoyable than the emperor's old man.

When he was wandering in the sky, the phone screen suddenly lit up, and Ling Song looked down.

It was a WeChat message from Lin Qiuyi who was sitting in the first two rows.

Lin Qiuyi: I heard that Wen Yuanchu never participated in this kind of group activities before. He is willing to come today. You asked him to come, right

Ling Song: That's right, he's so bored, he needs to go out for a walk and communicate with people.

Lin Qiuyi: Oh.

Ling Song:

Lin Qiuyi: The old lady was wrong, the dog boy, wasting the feelings of the old lady, it turned out that the old lady was the dog who was abused.

Ling Song:? ?

Why did this girl suddenly change what she said, and even swear

Lin Qiuyi: Forget it.

Ling Song: Forget what

Lin Qiuyi: Daughter, let's have a good time with him.

Lin Qiuyi: Mom blesses you.

Lin Qiuyi: The old mother sheds tears in the wind.jpg

Ling Song: ...

You are a ghost.

The person beside him reminded him: "Don't play with your mobile phone in the cinema."

Ling Song was reluctant.

"Influence other people, pay attention."

Ling Song silently put away the phone.

The movie started quickly, and they chose a comedy, and there was no peeing during the whole process.

Ling Song leaned forward and back together happily, hahaha all the time.

Wen Yuanchu looked sideways several times.

His mind was not on the big screen at all, only the person beside him who was laughing wantonly was in his eyes.

When the end credits came out, Ling Song ate the last popcorn and squinted at Wen Yuanchu.

"You man, it's fine if you don't watch the movie, what do you keep watching me? I don't have any flowers growing on my face."

"Not good-looking." You look better.

Wen Yuanchu didn't say the latter sentence.

"It's not pretty, is it?"

He was dying laughing, the people here are so funny, and the movie they made was so fun.

His bumpkin emperor opened his eyes.

Wen Yuanchu had already stood up: "Let's go."

It was already sunset when we came out of the movie theater.

The classmates dispersed one after another.

They took the subway back to school to pick up the car alone.

There are more people in the car than when I came in the morning, and there are no seats.

Ling Song was squeezed into the farthest corner at one end of the carriage, and Wen Yuanchu stood facing him, with one hand propped on the carriage wall beside him.

There were passengers with their backs facing them, it was very crowded, and there was no room for them to move.

It was too close, and Wen Yuanchu's breath was almost in his ears.

Ling Song blushed for no reason, feeling very uncomfortable: "...don't get so close to me, I'm hot."

Wen Yuanchu whispered in his ear, "I can't move it."

annoying.

Sweat broke out on Ling Song's forehead.

Wen Yuanchu's body was close to him, with his arms around him, he could even hear the sound of the other person's heart beating.

One click, clear and powerful.

Ling Song couldn't stand anymore.

His legs are weak.

The voice was also soft: "Wen Yuanchu..."

"Um?"

Wen Yuanchu's low and hoarse voice seemed to scratch the tip of his heart, very itchy, but it seemed that something was missing.

"What are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Wen Yuanchu's lips almost touched his earlobe, "Don't move around, it's very crowded."

Ling Song wants to cry but has no tears.

He really wasn't used to being stuck like this.

And this person is Wen Yuanchu.

"I, let's talk."

In order to ease the embarrassment, I had no choice but to find something to say.

"Well, you say."

Ling Song took a deep breath, held it back for a long time, and said, "I'm hungry."

For the hot pot at noon, he is not used to eating other people's saliva, and he hardly used his chopsticks.

I ate a lot of popcorn, but that was not enough.

Going back to school to pick up the car and then back home, it will take at least an hour before he can eat. He is really hungry.

"Get off at the next stop."

As soon as the car door opened, Wen Yuanchu put one arm around Ling Song's waist and protected him from going out.

After finally getting out of the subway, Ling Song almost didn't sit down: "You let me take it easy."

"very tired?"

Ling Song has squatted on the ground.

He had always been pampered and pampered, standing in the cramped and narrow space for so long, it was stuffy and cramped, plus Wen Yuanchu made his nerves highly tense, it was really uncomfortable.

Wen Yuanchu stretched out his hand: "Get up."

Ling Song cheated: "I don't want to move anymore, you find a sedan chair to carry me away."

Wen Yuanchu ignored him.

After a while, he knelt down in front of Ling Song and motioned him: "Come up, I'll carry you on my back."

Ling Song was taken aback, this person is so easy to talk

"No, no, I'm joking."

He stood up quickly.

Good arms and good legs make people forget, but he doesn't have such a face.

Wen Yuanchu didn't say anything, but also stood up: "Go out."

Tell the family, they have dinner outside.

Wen Yuanchu asked Ling Song to choose, and he chose hot pot again.

Wen Yuanchu was a little speechless: "Why don't you eat at noon?"

"There are too many people, it is inconvenient."

But it smells really good!

This time Wen Yuanchu chose a hotpot restaurant with a better environment, and Ling Song ordered all the dishes he recognized or not.

He murmured: "I used to like to eat hot pot in winter, but it's different from here. What I eat is the kind of copper pot that is burned with charcoal fire, which is more fragrant than this one."

"before?"

Ling Song was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Yes, in my previous life."

Anyway, this person can't understand, let alone believe, and he will only be taken as a joke when he tells the truth.

Wen Yuanchu's eyes moved, but Ling Song, who was immersed in the research of the seasonings, didn't see it.

"Past life?"

"Yeah," Ling Song yelled, nodding indiscriminately, "You won't believe it, I was the emperor in my previous life, Mrs. Ma was my grand tutor, Xiao Dezi was my servant, Lin Qiuyi was my concubine, as for you… "

Wen Yuanchu listened silently to him running the train with his mouth full.

Ling Song raised his head, looked at Wen Yuanchu and continued to say with a smile, "You, you are my enemy. You tried to usurp the throne, but you were defeated by me in the end."

It's a pity, if this ending is really good.

Wen Yuanchu remained calm: "Will you be happy if you beat me to pieces?"

"Of course, it would be cheaper for a rebellious minister who seeks to usurp the throne." Ling Song said bitterly.

After being speechless for a while, Wen Yuanchu lowered his eyes and handed him the chopsticks: "The dishes are here, let's eat."

He didn't say anything more.

Wen Yuanchu's reaction made Ling Song inexplicably uneasy.

"You don't take it seriously, do you? I'm just kidding. You're not the bad one."

Even the regent, he didn't really want people to die, it was that person who was bad and poisoned him to death first.

Can't he still hold his grudge

Wen Yuanchu carefully dipped the blanched meat into the sauce and put it in Ling Song's bowl.

Ling Song looked at him: "Are you really upset when I say this?"

"No, you're joking, I know, let's eat."

Wen Yuanchu's tone was light.

Ling Song heaved a sigh of relief.

After a while, Wen Yuanchu said again: "The charcoal fire and copper hot pot are also available now, and I will take you to eat next time."

Ling Song beamed: "Really? Thank you."

A hot pot meal lasted until almost eight o'clock, and Ling Song was finally full and full, paralyzed in the seat and unwilling to move.

"Xiao Yuanzi, help me up, I can still eat."

Wen Yuanchu ignored him.

This guy really has no sense of humor.

By the way, Ling Song just learned the word cell, and he would occasionally listen to it in class, even if he didn't understand it, he memorized a lot of new words.

Wen Yuanchu went to pay the bill, and bought a can of hawthorn juice drink for Ling Song to promote digestion.

"Let's go, go back."

Ling Song still refused to move.

Wen Yuanchu reached out and pulled him up from the seat.

Ling Song staggered under his grip and almost fell into his arms.

Wen Yuanchu supported him to stand firm: "Be careful."

Ling Song quickly withdrew his hand.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered that "I" had been chasing this person, and even confessed his love to him.

Well…

Awkward.

Wen Yuanchu didn't seem to notice his discomfort at all.

Help him pick up his coat and coat.

After leaving the hot pot restaurant, I still took the subway back.

There are fewer people at this point on the subway, and there is a seat as soon as you get on the train.

They sat down together.

Ling Song lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, Wen Yuanchu uninstalled his King of Glory, he could only play some small WeChat games, he soon felt bored, rubbed his eyes, sleepy hit, drooped his eyelids, his head began to click point.

Wen Yuanchu was listening to music with headphones on, his shoulders sank, his body froze for a moment, and then slowly relaxed.

Carefully adjust the sitting posture so that Ling Song can lean more comfortably.

Five minutes later, the arrival announcement sounded, and Ling Song woke up suddenly. He quickly sat up straight and wiped the corners of his mouth, which was even more embarrassing.

"Sleep if you want."

Wen Yuanchu threw out this sentence indifferently, he was still wearing earphones, and leaned back in the seat with his eyes closed.

Ling Song turned his head to look at him, leaned over and asked, "What are you wearing?"

Wen Yuanchu looked at him: "Don't you know the earphones?"

"Forgot." Ling Song was confident.

Wen Yuanchu gave him half of it.

Ling Song listened.

He is not used to the popular songs here, especially the ones that are sung while talking, like monks chanting scriptures, and don't know what it means.

"Hard to hear."

Wen Yuanchu changed to an ancient song.

It sounds a bit nondescript, but it can be heard anyway.

Sure enough, there is a generation gap between this old man and the kid four hundred years later.

For no reason, Ling Song felt a little desolate and tragic.

After listening to a few words, his eyelids started to twitch again.

Finally unable to hold on, she fell on Wen Yuanchu's shoulder again.

Wen Yuanchu turned his head and stared at his slightly flushed cheeks for a moment.

Ling Song's breathing was very shallow.

After hesitating for a long time, Wen Yuanchu slowly raised his hand and put it under the tip of his nose.

Feeling the warm breath brushing over the knuckles, he suddenly relaxed.