You’re A Liar

Chapter 14: It's dad

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On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ling Song was woken up early in the morning by his mother, who told him to go to Wen's next door to give gifts.

"At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, I helped you make up your lessons every day, and you didn't even go to the provincial competition team. How dare you, send these things over quickly. When you see his parents, remember to be sweet and call him, don't be like a log who can't speak. "

Ling Songxin said that he is not a log, only Wen Yuanchu is a log.

He reluctantly picked up his things and went out.

In addition to moon cakes, grapefruit, and hairy crabs, there are also several high-end gift boxes. It was Wen Yuanchu who came to open the door.

Ling Song was holding things in both hands, looking at him and smiling like a fool.

"happy mid-Autumn Festival."

Wen Yuanchu took the things over and let him in.

Mother Wen came from the garden at the back and greeted Ling Song with a smile: "Xiao Song is here, why are you so polite, what are you doing with so many things, sit down quickly."

Ling Song greeted her blankly.

This mother Wen actually looks the same as the mother of the dead ghost regent's Mrs. Yipin. Is it such a coincidence

Sitting down on the sofa, Ling Song was a little cautious.

Mother Wen asked Wen Yuanchu to serve tea, and asked Ling Song about his study progress with a smile.

Ling Song answered one by one, afraid that Mother Wen would feel embarrassed that she had delayed her son's study.

Mother Wen didn't care about this at all, and said happily: "It's good for you to make up lessons at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. Now he is willing to go out. He is not bored in the room all day like before, and he will go to class reunions. Me and his father They are all very happy, and it doesn’t matter if he is recommended or not, he can pass the exam anyway.”

"I'm afraid that if he keeps being so bored, he won't be able to find a wife in the future."

Ling Song: "..."

Ma'am, you think too much, your son is really popular.

Wen Yuanchu wanted to beg for a wife, and there were probably no girls in his school who were unwilling to marry.

"Mom," Wen Yuanchu frowned and interrupted his mother, "I took Ling Song upstairs."

Ling Song: What are you doing upstairs

Wen Yuanchu raised his chin with him: "Let's go."

Walking into Wen Yuanchu's room, Ling Song walked around with his hands behind his back, commenting.

"Why is the color in your room either black or white, so depressing, can't you be a little bit more sunny?"

"Why do you not have the vitality of a high school student at all, and live like an old-fashioned unearthed cultural relic?"

"You're so bored, who did you learn from?"

If he hadn't repeatedly confirmed that this person had no past life memory, he would have suspected that this person was the dead ghost regent.

The same... In the words of the people here, it is called frigidity.

Wen Yuanchu ignored him, turned on the TV, and took out the game console from the cabinet.

"Play?"

Ling Song immediately shut up and sat down.

"You even have a game console in your room?"

Ling Songdong looked around: "Your parents don't talk about you? A few days ago, Wang Zide told me that he was playing games secretly under the covers, and his father found out and beat him up. Will your parents beat you?" ?”

Wen Yuanchu's gaze moved over, and he could hear the unconcealable excitement in Ling Song's tone, so he didn't answer.

Ling Song got even more excited: "Tell me, will your parents beat you?"

Just think about it, when Wen Yuanchu, who had the same face as the regent, was hit by his parents in mixed doubles, Ling Song was so happy that his toes curled up.

"Playing games won't delay my studies, why would my parents beat me?"

Ling Song choked.

"It's you, you were beaten by your father every three days when you were a child, and you often fought with Chaochao who was younger than you. You are not ashamed."

"You're talking nonsense."

Ling Song refused to admit it.

It wasn't him anyway.

Wen Yuanchu stopped talking nonsense to him, took a magazine and sat aside to read it.

Ling Song ignored him and began to study those games by himself.

half an hour later.

Ling Song sat cross-legged on the ground, Super Mario was playing vigorously.

This is much simpler than King of Glory.

fun!

Wen Yuanchu listened absently to the non-stop ding ding ding on the TV, and looked up at Ling Song from time to time.

Ling Song was concentrating on it, I'm afraid he had never been so serious in his previous life when he was in charge of the government.

Mother Wen brought fruits and snacks. Seeing Ling Song playing games, instead of saying anything, she was very happy, and reminded her son: "You play with Xiao Song, greet guests well, don't always read books."

Wen Yuanchu said nothing.

Mother Wen sighed: "You poor boy, you are not cute at all."

Ling Song chuckled.

When Mother Wen left, he simply fell to the ground laughing, overjoyed.

Wen Yuanchu looked at him expressionlessly: "What are you laughing at?"

Ling Song made a strange voice: "Brother Yuanchu, you're not cute at all."

Wen Yuanchu's mind moved slightly, he moved to Ling Song's side, and held his wrist.

"… What are you doing?"

"What do you call me?"

"Call me brother," Ling Song said casually, "Why don't you call me dad?"

It seems that everyone here likes to call themselves father, will Wen Yuanchu like it

Wen Yuanchu: "...No need."

"Why not?"

The more Wen Yuanchu said that, the more Ling Song wanted to ask the truth, and put it in front of him with a smile: "What's wrong with being called Dad? You help me with my lessons every day, and you are like my reborn parents. That shameless Zhang Yang dares to call himself my father." , shouldn't I call you daddy?"

Whether Ling Song was sitting or not, they were too close, and Wen Yuanchu didn't remind him.

"You like to meet your father everywhere?"

"How did you talk? When did I recognize my father everywhere?"

Can you call your father because you think highly of you

Wen Yuanchu raised his hand and touched his dog's head: "Yes."

Ling Song was taken aback.

He didn't expect that Wen Yuanchu would suddenly touch him, and then he realized that he was too close to someone, so he quickly backed away.

Why does it feel so strange...

Inexplicable.

Wen Yuanchu withdrew his hand.

He took Ling Song's game controller and silently helped him pass the level he had been unable to pass.

At noon Ling Song stayed at Wen's house for dinner. At the dinner table, he saw Father Wen who just came back.

Sure enough, he looked exactly like the old general Wen from his previous life.

Ling Song was very calm.

Anyway, none of these people remember.

Wen's parents smiled and watched their son help Ling Song remove the crabs, with a look of comfort.

Mother Wen sighed: "Our family Yuanchu finally became sensible and knew how to care and help others."

Wen Yuanchu didn't say a word, dipped the cut crab legs in vinegar and put them in Ling Song's bowl.

Ling Song was very embarrassed, after all, under the eyes of his parents, he just sat and waited for Wen Yuanchu to help him, as if he didn't have long hands.

"… I will do it myself."

Before Wen Yuanchu could speak, Mother Wen stopped him first: "No need, you are a guest, so Yuanchu should greet you."

Father Wen poured juice for him: "Come on, let's have a drink with uncle first."

Wen's parents were too enthusiastic, and Ling Song was a little overwhelmed.

Wen Yuanchu continued to focus on helping him remove the crabs.

After dealing with the elder, Ling Song looked at him, suddenly thinking of the dead ghost regent.

At the previous Mid-Autumn State Banquet, Wen Che also opened crabs for him in the same way.

That person always behaved nicely to him in front of others.

Wen Yuanchu raised his eyes inadvertently, and paused for a moment when he met Shang Ling Song's thoughtful gaze.

Ling Song quickly looked away.

Wen Yuanchu didn't say anything, and handed him the removed crab roe.

After dinner, Ling Song originally planned to leave, but when he heard Mother Wen say to bake a cake for a while, he stayed and followed Wen Yuanchu back to his room to continue playing games.

But right now he had just had a full meal, and soon he became sleepy, and fell asleep on the carpet.

Wen Yuanchu put down the handle and covered him with a thin blanket.

Just sit by and quietly accompany him.

Like I've done countless times before.

At half past two, Ling Song woke up refreshed.

The sweet cake just out of the oven was placed in front of him.

Wen Yuanchu was writing.

Ling Song bit the cake and asked him casually, "What did you write?"

"Come out a few questions, and I'll give you a quiz tomorrow."

Ling Song: "..."

It's so unsightly.

He ignored Wen Yuanchu and glanced at his phone. There was a message just sent by Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang: Girl, we have an appointment to play basketball tomorrow, are you coming

Ling Song: I want to learn, don't bother me.

Zhang Yang: Tsk, let's study [with Wen Yuanchu].

Ling Song: What's the matter with you

Ling Song put down his phone, and asked Wen Yuanchu angrily, "Why do they all call me a girl? Zhang Yang is like that, even Lin Qiuyi is like that, what do you mean?"

Wen Yuanchu's eyes were a little subtle.

Ling Song reached out to poke his arm: "You talk."

"You want to know?"

"Can't you know?"

After a moment of silence, Wen Yuanchu hesitated and said, "Don't be angry when you hear this."

Ling Song: "...You speak first, I will listen to it before deciding whether to be angry or not."

Wen Yuanchu made a fist with one hand, and coughed lightly to his lips: "There is a poll in the school post bar, you were voted as the beauty of No. 1 Middle School by high votes, and most of the voters who voted for you were girls who claimed to be your mother fans, they liked it Call you girl."

Ling Song: "!!!"

"Do I look like a girl?!"

Ling Song was dizzy with anger.

Trouble! Trouble! How unreasonable!

Wen Yuanchu dug out the post with thousands of layers and showed it to him.

Seeing the strings of "Girls fly at ease, mother will always be with you", Ling Song was completely choked up.

… He chose death.

Wen Yuanchu looked at him.

Because of getting angry from embarrassment, a thin layer of blush appeared on Ling Song's face, and there was a bright and special color in his flamboyant eyebrows.

Only he himself doesn't know how good-looking he is.

"Unlike girls, they just say that because they think you are too good-looking."

Ling Song was dissatisfied: "What about you? You are also good-looking, why are you the school girl, and I can only be the school girl?"

Wen Yuanchu: "...you look better."

Ling Song fell on his back in anger.

Wen Yuanchu thought for a while, and then said: "The owner of the post is from the student union. Let me tell them to delete this post."

Ling Song threw himself on him and hugged him.

"Dad at the beginning of Yuan Dynasty, you are my real father, woo."

He was so aggrieved, no one would have dared to laugh at him like that in the past except the annoying Prince Regent.

People here are so bad.

Wen Yuanchu's body tensed up, and he carefully raised his hand to caress Ling Song's back.

"... It's okay, don't pay too much attention to it, it's just a joke."

"Woo."

Wen Yuanchu stopped talking.

On the twenty-fifth day after he came back, he called me Dad, which was so strange.

a little happy.