Sunday.
Ling Song didn't go out again, and obediently read books and did exercises at home.
Wen Yuanchu said that he arrived after three o'clock in the afternoon, Ling Song was absent-minded, and glanced at his watch from time to time.
He just couldn't wait to taste the candied fruit that Wen Yuanchu brought back.
Um.
Absolutely nothing else.
After lunch, it was the most sleepy time. After writing two pages in the exercise book, Ling Song's eyelids started to fight.
Soon, his head was bit by bit, and he lay down on the desk.
In the dream, he seemed to smell the very pleasant smell on Wen Yuanchu's body again.
Wen Yuanchu approached him, and lightly touched his cheek with his fingertips, making him reluctant to back away.
It wasn't until his legs were too numb that he couldn't stand it, so he rubbed his calves and sat up straight, only to see Wen Yuanchu, who came back at some time, sitting at his desk, checking the exercises he had done in the past few days.
Ling Song was stunned.
Almost thought I was still dreaming.
"You, when did you come back?"
Wen Yuanchu's eyes did not move away from his exercise book: "Just arrived."
"You fell asleep and didn't call you."
Ling Song hurriedly raised his hand to wipe away the haha that flowed from the corner of his mouth in his sleep, feeling a little embarrassed.
After a little hesitation, he ran to the bathroom to wash his face, and then sat back at the desk.
She smiled flatteringly at Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu had already checked the questions he had done in the past few days.
Ling Song's eyes wandered.
When Wen Yuanchu said he was given a vacation, he really didn't write much, and he didn't write a few pages.
Now that Wen Yuanchu sat in front of him, he felt a little guilty unconsciously.
But Wen Yuanchu didn't care about this with him.
He put the exercise book aside, took out the contents of the plastic bag on the ground one by one, and showed Ling Song.
They are all special products he bought from Beijing.
Except for the candied fruit from the shop near the Guozijian that Ling Song ordered by name, the others were also famous northern pastries from various time-honored brands.
Ling Song swallowed: "You bought so much?"
"Well, I brought it to your parents, brother-in-law, Chaochao and the others. I gave it to them before I came up. This one is for you alone. These snacks... I don't know if you have tried them before, you can try .”
Ling Song stretched out his hand to touch it, and smiled brightly: "Thank you Yuanchu Dad! Dad has a heart!"
He unwrapped the packages one by one and tasted each one.
Most of these snacks existed four hundred years ago, but now there are more recipes and more flavors.
Wen Yuanchu asked him, "How is it?"
Ling Song swallowed the candied fruit in his mouth and took a sip of tea.
He didn't know what to say.
The taste is indeed all right, but it doesn't seem to be as fragrant as he has tasted before.
"It doesn't taste the same as what I've eaten before."
Wen Yuanchu: "The recipes of these traditional snack shops have been adjusted and improved all the time. They are indeed different from the previous ones. Moreover, the food now generally has a lot of food additives. The products produced on the factory assembly line are not as delicious as those made by hand. .”
Oh, I see.
Ling Song suddenly felt dull.
No wonder he felt that this candied fruit was not as delicious as the one that Xiao Dezi secretly bought for him back then.
What a disappointment.
Wen Yuanchu seemed to see through what he was thinking, and asked hesitantly, "Don't you like it?"
Ling Song's words came to his lips, and he changed his words: "Why, my father brought it for me at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. Of course I like it. Thank you, Dad, okay."
Wen Yuanchu's clear pupils reflected his smiling face, and his heart was full of joy.
Ling Song picked up a piece of peach shortbread and stuffed it into Wen Yuanchu's mouth.
Then put away the rest and put them in your own small refrigerator.
"I'll keep it and eat slowly."
Wen Yuanchu nodded: "If it's not to your liking, don't force yourself to eat it."
Ling Song waved his hand: "Don't worry, am I that kind of person?"
He will not wrong himself.
Wen Yuanchu took out another gift for him, which was a set of chess sets.
The chessboard and chess pieces are made of jade, very exquisite, and it looks like it is still old, so it is worth a lot of money at first glance.
Ling Song held up a white jade and looked carefully at the sunlight outside the window. The quality of this jade was quite good, not the fake jade that can be seen everywhere outside this era.
Thinking of the chess set in his dormitory back then, he sighed for a moment.
"You're giving me this? It's expensive, isn't it?"
Wen Yuanchu explained: "This is my aunt's. The dowry was specially made by her family when she got married. It's a very good chess game. When sorting out her belongings, my cousin said she didn't know how to play this game, so she gave it to me. Last time you Didn’t you say you want to play chess? I just wanted to play it for you.”
Ling Song thought for a while and said, "Don't you say you will? Really?"
"meeting."
"Then you try with me in the next game."
Wen Yuanchu's eyes moved: "Do you want me to let you?"
Holding the chess piece in Ling Song's hand, he remembered that he had indeed complained to Wen Yuanchu last time, saying that the unreasonable dead ghost regent never wanted to let him go.
But let's play chess, if you really want to give up, it doesn't really mean anything if he wins.
"What you said, you know that I must not be as good as you before you even play?"
He still doesn't believe it, if he can't beat that dead ghost, can he even lose Wen Yuanchu's bet
Wen Yuanchu didn't say any more, and dropped the first son silently.
Twenty minutes later, Ling Song frowned, looked at a large piece of his white pieces on the chessboard, and said angrily, "Come again."
Wen Yuanchu glanced at him and let him play first this time.
The second round was even shorter, within a quarter of an hour, Ling Song was completely defeated.
Holding back his anger, he became more and more courageous with frustration: "Continue."
Third inning, fourth inning, fifth inning.
After the five kills, Ling Song pushed the chess piece indiscriminately, lay down on the chessboard, and began to cheat: "Why are you like this, can't you let me? It's too embarrassing. Dad has changed, and he is no longer the one who loves me. Zai Zai's good father..."
Wen Yuanchu reminded him expressionlessly: "You won't let it go."
annoying.
Can't you secretly let him know? I really don't know how to behave.
He really didn't expect that this person's chess skills were on par with that dead ghost, and his chess playing style was similar.
Straightforward attack, murderous intent, and quick decision made him helpless.
He almost thought that Wen Yuanchu was possessed by that dead ghost.
Ling Song was very depressed.
Very depressed.
Wen Yuanchu picked up the chess pieces one by one back into the chess box.
Ling Song stared at his fair and slender fingers, feeling in a daze.
A moment later, his claws stretched out, grabbed Wen Yuanchu's wrist, pulled it to his mouth, and bit it hard.
There was fleeting surprise in Wen Yuanchu's eyes, but he didn't move, letting Ling Song bite him.
Half a minute later, Ling Song let go of his mouth, made two peeps, and fell back onto the chessboard.
I have been holding back the anger for two lifetimes, and I can't vent it like this.
So angry.
Wen Yuanchu stared at the tooth marks on his hand for two seconds, then calmly pulled down his sleeves.
"Stop making trouble, get up."
Ling Song sat up awkwardly, but didn't want to look at him, lowered his eyes and whispered, "Take the chess set back, I don't want it anymore."
"Let me go, if you want to win back a victory, I will accompany you at any time."
Ling Song curled his lips, it's not that easy.
He never beat the regent once in his last life until his death.
"Just wait, sooner or later I will win you once."
In the evening, Wen Yuanchu stayed at Ling's house for dinner.
Ling Jie just came back from the outside, looked at the snacks that Wen Yuanchu brought back, and asked him casually: "These are bought from famous shops with time-honored brands in Beijing, right? To buy them all, you have to go all over the city of Beijing. It must be Xiao Song who deliberately troubles you. Whatever you do with him, get used to him."
Ling Song: "???"
Injustice.
Wen Yuanchu took a look at Ling Song and said, "No, it's not troublesome. In fact, I wanted to eat it myself, so I bought more by the way."
Ling Song asked him in a low voice: "So you like to eat these?"
Wen Yuanchu didn't say much, but responded vaguely.
Huh
Wen Yuanchu actually likes to eat sweets
Ling Song seems to have opened the door to a new world, this boring gourd actually likes to eat sweets.
The regent doesn't like to eat sweets. Not only does he not like to eat them, he even forbids them to eat them himself.
Wen Yuanchu was really different from a dead ghost.
Ling Song thought to himself.
Well, that's fine too.
After dinner, they went upstairs to their room.
Wen Yuanchu opened the book and began to lecture.
Ling Song reminded him: "It's not yet seven o'clock, it's still half an hour away, let me rest."
"You have been resting for several days, and you have an extra half hour of class today."
Ling Song's face was broken: "Why? Does it have to be like this?"
Wen Yuanchu was unmoved: "It must, otherwise the progress will not be able to catch up."
"... Dad is so strict."
Ling Song complained a few words, but still didn't give up: "Dad Yuanchu, good dad, can I treat you to a lollipop tomorrow? Don't be so serious."
Ling Song approached Wen Yuanchu with a smiling face, winking.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him quietly.
He raised his hand and touched his face.
Ling Song was taken aback, and quickly backed away like a monkey's butt on fire, muttering: "What are you touching, what are you playing hooligans, shameless..."
"If you don't eat lollipops, you are not allowed to make trouble and go to class." Wen Yuanchu was stern and selfless.
Ling Song hummed a few times, and reluctantly picked up the pen.
At 10:30, after finishing the last knowledge point, Wen Yuanchu closed the book and said, "That's all for today, I have to get up early tomorrow, take a shower and go to bed early."
Ling Song was completely wilted, and waved weakly on the table: "Oh."
When Wen Yuanchu saw him like this, his mind moved, and he reached out to stroke the dense hair on the top of his head.
Ling Song turned his head and just looked at Wen Yuanchu without blinking.
The two looked at each other silently.
Wen Yuanchu's hand was still on top of his head, and after a long time, he gently kneaded it again.
Ling Song was agitated, the itch rose from the place where Wen Yuanchu rubbed, along the back of the spine, and spread to all the limbs in an instant.
His heart trembled, his eyes rolled around, and his voice lacked confidence: "What are you doing? You rubbing the dog."
Wen Yuanchu withdrew his hand and coughed lightly: "You rest, I'm leaving."
Ling Song was a little upset.
They come and go, teasing people so much that they are in a state of turmoil, and they will leave if they pat their butts again, which is too annoying.
He suddenly sat up, took Wen Yuanchu's hand, and gnawed on the place where he had bitten before.
Wen Yuanchu seemed to have gotten used to it, and he was no longer even surprised.
As if venting his anger, Ling Song slobbered heavily, and finally subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked it.
After a long time, Wen Yuanchu's throat rolled up and down: "You... let go."
Ling Song raised his eyes, met Wen Yuanchu who was looking at him, with a somewhat inexplicable look in his eyes, his heart froze, and he finally realized what stupid thing he had done.
Let go of people quickly.
Putting your hands together, begging for mercy: "I was wrong, Dad, I was really wrong, or you can bite me too."
But Wen Yuanchu smells really good, woo woo woo.
He wanted to take another bite.
Wen Yuanchu didn't bother with him, wiped his saliva with a piece of paper, and pulled down his sleeve.
Looking at his actions, Ling Song felt more guilty: "...you really don't want to bite me?"
Wen Yuanchu glanced at him, and threw out three words in disgust: "Stupid thing."
Ling Song almost thought he heard it wrong, and raised his voice: "Who are you talking about stupid? How did you talk?"
"Anyone who likes to bite people is a fool."
Ling Song blushed with anger.
He didn't bite anyone randomly, he only bit Wen Yuanchu in his two lifetimes.
No, he also bit that dead ghost.
In the previous life, the dead ghost punished Xiao Dezi who bought him candied fruit and scolded him. He was so angry that he grabbed the dead ghost's arm and bit it hard.
But then he was discouraged, fearing that the ghost would take revenge, so he didn't dare to provoke him again.
Tsk.
Wen Yuanchu touched his dog's head again: "Don't be angry, I was joking with you,... will you still take my car tomorrow morning?"
Ling Song put the word "no" on his lips, and changed his words by accident: "Sit."
"Well, tomorrow morning we have a morning meeting, so we won't run. Get up early, and I'll pick you up after breakfast."
When Wen Yuanchu left, Ling Song gave up and fell on the bed.
He was so ashamed.
Like an apprentice.
What are you doing
Ling Song was very wronged.
Why do I have those inexplicable thoughts about Wen Yuanchu
... all blame Lin Qiuyi and the others.
He said strange things every day, making him cranky.
Group - sister sister stand up.
Ling Song: Let me ask you a question.
Ling Song: Under what circumstances would you want to bite someone
Xia Langxing: Do you have rabies? If you are sick, go to the hospital for an injection.
Ling Song ignored him.
Yao Nana: Who do you want to bite? Bite a specific person or want to bite everyone
Of course he doesn't bite anyone he sees, and he's not a dog...
Ling Song: A certain person.
Ling Song: It's not me, I have a friend.
Yao Nana: That's obvious, you like someone and you want to bite him.
Ling Song: It's not me.
Lin Qiuyi: You said last time that Wen Yuanchu smelled so good, so the person who wanted to bite it would not be Wen Yuanchu, right
Lin Qiuyi: Dog Head.jpg
Ling Song: It's not me, I have a friend.
Charlene: Cut.
Lin Qiuyi: Spring hasn't arrived yet, has my daughter's estrus period advanced
Ling Song ignored them, he buried his head in the quilt, pretending to be an ostrich.
He likes Wen Yuanchu
impossible.
...absolutely impossible.
At most, at most, it was because Wen Yuanchu smelled too good.
What's more, he had bitten a dead ghost before, and it was obviously because he hated the dead ghost that he bit him to vent his anger.
cut.
in the bathroom.
Standing under the shower, Wen Yuanchu raised his hand from time to time to look at the tooth marks on his right wrist that had been bitten twice.
Touch it carefully.
On the eighty-fifth day after he came back, he bit me again. He was so cute, like a puppy.
Be happy first.