Mid-December.
The full score of the monthly exam this time was 60 less than the last midterm, but Ling Song's total score increased by more than 20, and his ranking finally entered the top 1000 in his age.
When the test paper was handed out, Ling Song was so happy that he rolled his face on the report card.
Wen Yuanchu pressed his head: "It's all ink, get up."
Ling Song asked him excitedly: "With my score, what university can I get into?"
Wen Yuanchu glanced at him, couldn't hold back his blow, and said honestly: "If you don't get three hundred, you won't even be able to go to college."
… never mind.
"Don't worry too much. You still have more than 200 points before finishing the class. When you catch up with the progress, it will not be difficult to get a total score of 500. Moreover, the full score of the college entrance examination is 750."
Ling Song said "Oh", thought for a while, and then asked: "Wen Yuanchu, what about you, with your grades, you must be able to go to the best university, right? Are you going to Beijing?"
"talk later."
"What do you mean by that?"
Wen Yuanchu didn't want to continue this topic: "I'll talk about it later, it's still early."
Ling Song didn't bother to ask, and before the teacher came, he turned on his phone secretly, and showed Wen Yuanchu the advertisement received on WeChat: "The new Ocean Park opens on Saturday, and my grades have improved so much. You have contributed the most. Please, please!" Dad is going to play in Ocean Park, shall we?"
Ling Song's eyes were bright, looking at Wen Yuanchu, it was clear that he wanted to go.
Wen Yuanchu didn't expose him, coughed lightly, and said, "Okay."
Zhang Yang in the front row turned around: "Girl, are you going on a date in Ocean Park? Don't you bring your dad along? It's so unfilial."
Ling Song ignored him.
What kind of father are you.
Only Wen Yuanchu is my father.
He just wanted to play with Wen Yuanchu, so he didn't want to bring a bunch of annoying oil bottles.
In the following week, Ling Song was as happy as a bird, counting the days on his fingers every day, and bought the tickets on the WeChat official account early in the morning.
Early on Saturday morning, before eight o'clock, he went out after breakfast, and Wen Yuanchu was already waiting for him outside.
Ling Chaochao followed: "I heard that you are going to Ocean Park? I am going too."
Before Ling Song could refuse, Wen Yuanchu nodded in agreement.
Ling Song was not happy.
His face collapsed in an instant.
Ling Chaochao took the seat next to Wen Yuanchu, chatting to him while walking.
Ling Song followed them two steps behind, drawing circles for his little nephew in his heart.
At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, his father went to play with him. What's the matter with you, a little kid
Hate.
Wen Yuanchu stopped in his tracks, turned around and saw Ling Song muttering behind him, and raised his chin at him.
Ling Song trotted a few steps to catch up, and looked straight at Wen Yuanchu, as if he was wronged.
Wen Yuanchu didn't know what to say for a while.
Ling Chaochao said contemptuously: "Uncle is like a little girl, cheapskate."
"Stinky boy, what are you talking about, let's beat you!"
Ling Song raised his hand to strike, Ling Chaochao made faces at him, and ran forward laughingly.
Wen Yuanchu looked at Ling Song, with a teasing smile in his eyes, Ling Song's face became hot from his stare, and he raised his voice: "What are you looking at?"
Wen Yuanchu looked away: "It's nothing, let's go, don't dawdle."
They took the subway there, and it took an hour to get to Ocean Park.
After getting in the car and sitting down, Ling Chaochao took out his mobile phone and started playing King of Glory.
Ling Song disliked him a little, so he leaned into Wen Yuanchu's ear and whispered, "Why did you agree to bring him here? He's so noisy and annoying."
Wen Yuanchu seldom wanted to laugh, so he licked the corners of his lips and said, "He is your nephew, what does it matter if you take him out to play?"
Ling Song was speechless.
But he just wanted to play alone with Wen Yuanchu.
It's so annoying.
It was just after nine o'clock when we arrived at Ocean Park, and the place was already crowded with people.
Before going in, Ling Song chose a Peppa Pig mask to hang on his head from the booth at the entrance, and approached Wen Yuanchu with a smile: "Is it fun?"
Before Wen Yuanchu could answer, Ling Chaochao said first, "You're so stupid."
Ling Song ignored him.
Wen Yuanchu nodded calmly: "Very good."
Ling Song was elated, and chose another Daddy Pig mask, and put it on for Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu hesitated again and again, swallowed the words that came to his lips, and endured not picking them up.
Ling Chaochao ran away quickly, for fear of being harmed by Ling Song.
After entering the garden, Ling Song became even more crazy about playing, wanting to try anything new when he saw it, and his energy was frighteningly high.
Jumping machine, roller coaster, big pendulum... There is nothing he dare not play.
Even on the jumping machine, with snot and tears, crying and shouting "Dad, I'm afraid at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty", after getting off, I still feel unsatisfied and want to come back again.
Ling Chaochao didn't go up, and went to buy the stupid photo of Ling Song with tears flying down his face, which was captured by the machine, and showed it to Ling Song, who was chased and beaten by Ling Song.
Wen Yuanchu pulled him back: "Let's go, there are still many fun things to do, go and play other things."
Ling Song was like a fish in water, extremely happy.
After playing wildly all morning, they ate fast food at the restaurant in the park at noon, and in the afternoon they went to watch fish in the submarine tunnel.
Walking into the undersea tunnel, Ling Song was an eye-opener for the unearthed cultural relic. His face was almost pressed against the glass wall, staring intently at the colorful sea creatures swimming around outside.
Wen Yuanchu wrapped his arms around his waist helplessly, pulled him back, and reminded him: "Don't stick it on, it's not dirty."
Ling Song was so shocked that he couldn't speak, the underwater world turned out to be like this, the people here are indeed omnipotent,
Wen Yuanchu's voice was next to his ear: "Does it look good?"
Ling Song nodded vigorously, subconsciously turned around to want to say something to Wen Yuanchu, but suddenly froze.
Wen Yuanchu's eyes are close at hand, reflecting the colorful lights of the underwater world, they are extraordinarily gentle.
Ling Song was dizzy.
The pair of eyes that were always as cold as ice in memory have become so...
He didn't know how to describe it, but just being stared at by Wen Yuanchu like this, he seemed to be frozen, unable to react.
Until Ling Chaochao's ghostly voice sounded: "Are you here to see the fish or the people? Haven't you seen enough at home?"
Wen Yuanchu calmly released him, Ling Song blushed and gave his nephew a hard look.
Nonsense!
But the heart was beating so fast,... so weird.
Ling Chaochao muttered softly: "I'm not wrong."
Wen Yuanchu took Ling Song's wrist: "Let's go, look ahead, there's still a lot to see."
Ling Song was pulled forward by him, and his heart seemed to beat faster.
He stared at Wen Yuanchu's back in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.
After coming out of the subsea tunnel, they went to watch the dolphin and sea lion show.
Ling Song was absent-minded, and Wen Yuanchu's eyes flickered in his mind from time to time.
The animal trainer was leading the dolphins to interact with the audience. They were sitting in the first row. The naive dolphin with a bouquet of flowers on its head crawled up to their seats and stopped in front of Wen Yuanchu. Get up, want to give him the flowers on the forehead.
The animal trainer held up the microphone and smiled: "Our dolphin princess has taken a fancy to this handsome guy. This is sending flowers to express his affection. Will the handsome guy accept this face?"
Ling Song: "..."
He suddenly found this dolphin not pleasing to the eye.
Why is everyone thinking about Wen Yuanchu? Does he have such a great charm
Stared at by the audience, under the repeated urging of the animal trainer, Wen Yuanchu calmly took the bouquet from the wagging dolphin.
Ling Song turned his head away, ignoring him.
The dolphin turned around and walked away.
Wen Yuanchu handed the bouquet of flowers to Ling Song, Ling Song didn't look sideways: "The princess gave it to you, why are you giving it to me?"
"Aren't you angry that it will be given to me or not to you?"
Ling Song shut his mouth, that's not what he was angry with.
But he didn't want to say it.
After watching the dolphin show, Ling Song and Wen Yuanchu didn't speak anymore, and the atmosphere between them became a little delicate.
Ling Chaochao turned his gaze between the two of them, pointed to a wooden house with a strange shape standing in front of him, and said, "I want to go to a haunted house."
Ling Song curled his lips and went as soon as he went, he was not afraid of ghosts.
Ling Chaochao was so excited that he dragged them forward with each hand.
After entering the haunted house, the stinky boy left them both and disappeared in an instant.
The head here is very big, it is a maze, the light is dim, and the road ahead cannot be seen clearly, which makes people feel drums in their hearts.
Ling Song muttered, "The thing I fear the most are ghosts," and walked forward with his head held high.
But soon, in the dark room full of mist, he heard those strange and creepy voices in his ears, his steps gradually eased, and he subconsciously clenched Wen Yuanchu's sleeves.
Walking around the corner, Ling Song was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, when a hanged ghost with a bloody face, only white eyes but no pupils, and a long tongue sticking out suddenly appeared from under the ceiling, just a few centimeters away from him in front of the eyes.
Ling Song screamed, turned around and hugged Wen Yuanchu tightly.
"Ahh—Wen Yuanchu—there is a ghost!!!"
Wen Yuanchu put his arms around him, looked at the hanged ghost expressionlessly, and saw that thing's head dangling back in front of him.
He didn't remind Ling Song, but patted him on the back: "Didn't you say you're not afraid of ghosts?"
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow."
Ling Song hid in his arms for two minutes before turning his head cautiously.
The hanged ghost was gone, and he breathed a sigh of relief, only to find himself clinging to Wen Yuanchu like an octopus, very annoyed and embarrassed.
But he didn't want to let go of Wen Yuanchu, the experience just now left him with lingering fears, for fear that something would suddenly pop up in front of him again.
Wen Yuanchu didn't expose him, put one arm around his waist, and led him forward.
In less than five minutes, Ling Song screamed again.
This time it came out of the ground suddenly, something soft like a snake wrapped around one of his feet.
"Ahhh!!!"
Wen Yuanchu squatted down calmly and helped him push the things away.
In another five minutes, countless tentacles popped up from Ling Song's left hand, grabbing his arm.
Ling Song broke down and screamed again: "Ahhh!!!"
Wen Yuanchu pulled him into his arms again.
Afterwards, along the way, from time to time, all kinds of ghosts with hideous faces appeared from all directions, and they loved to come to Ling Song.
"Ghost ghost!"
"Ah, here we go again!!"
"Get out!!! Get out of here!!!"
In the end, Ling Song hugged Wen Yuanchu's neck, wiped tears in his arms, and refused to go any further: "I won't play anymore, I want to go out, woo—"
Wen Yuanchu put his arms around him, leaned against the corner, and didn't move.
"We can't get out now, we've only walked a third of the way."
Before coming in, he glanced at the map of the maze posted outside. If he wanted to go out, it was still very early at their slow speed.
Ling Song continued whining.
There was an indistinct smile in Wen Yuanchu's voice: "Are you scared now? Who used to brag that they were not afraid of ghosts?"
Ling Songlai refused to leave his arms: "Oh, I was wrong, I won't brag anymore, Dad save me."
Wen Yuanchu turned his head sideways, and lightly touched the tip of his hair with his lips, Ling Song, who was in a panic, didn't notice it at all.
"Don't be afraid, it's all fake."
They stayed in the haunted house for a full two hours before getting out.
Walking out of the gate of the haunted house, Ling Song's legs were limp, and he was still shaking while hanging on Wen Yuanchu.
It was getting dark outside, and Ling Chaochao was sitting by the flower bed eating the third ice cream, glanced at his watch, and said indifferently, "I've been waiting for you for an hour and a half."
Ling Song was so weak that he lay on Wen Yuanchu's back and didn't want to talk to anyone.
Wen Yuanchu turned back and patted him on the head, helped him to sit next to Ling Chaochao, told him to sit still, and went to buy water for him.
When Wen Yuanchu was far away, Ling Chaochao took a bite of the ice cream, licked his lips, and despised Ling Song: "You must have done it on purpose, pretending to be afraid of ghosts to rely on brother Yuanchu. My brother has taken advantage of everything."
"What nonsense are you talking about..."
Ling Song felt a little guilty, recalling his embarrassing performance inside, he seemed to be hanging on Wen Yuanchu the whole time, uh...
"It turns out that you are not stupid, and there are quite a lot of ways to catch men."
Ling Song stretched out his hand to hook, rubbed his nephew who couldn't utter a nice word into his arms, and rubbed it violently: "You little brat, how old are you, you try to learn something, and you talk nonsense again , I’ll tell your parents when I get back.”
Ling Chaochao broke free from his arms with his hands and feet, straightened his hair, and went back: "Then I will also tell my grandparents that you have sex with Brother Yuanchu."
He didn't! ! !
Ling Song felt that he was wronged, too wronged, and Dou E was not as wronged as he was.
He is clearly innocent, straight and straight, why everyone, everyone, either thinks he is gay, or forces him to be gay, or wants him to be gay.
Obviously these people think too much!
When Wen Yuanchu bought water and came back, Ling Song was still fighting with Ling Chaochao, sitting alone on one side of the flower bed, and no one paid attention to the other.
The cold water bottle was pressed against Ling Song's face, and he raised his head angrily.
Wen Yuanchu stood under the street lamp, looking at him peacefully.
Ling Song's throat rolled, and the sentence "Wen Yuanchu and I can't have sex, it's impossible in this life" came to his mouth, and suddenly he couldn't say it.
This person is really good-looking, especially when the sky is dark, it is even more beautiful to see the beauty under the lamp.
Even with that funny Daddy Pig mask hanging around his neck, it doesn't detract from his good looks in the slightest.
No wonder the Dolphin Princess likes him.
Ling Song took the ice water, quickly opened it and took a sip to calm his overheated heartbeat.
It's all because Wen Yuanchu is so good-looking and smells good.
... Everyone has a love of beauty, but he really didn't want to be gay, eh.
Wen Yuanchu didn't know what nonsense he was muttering, but saw his eyeballs rolling around, and his ears turned red for no reason, and asked him, "What are you thinking?"
"No ah!"
Ling Song wanted to be trampled by a cat whose tail was stepped on, so he suddenly raised his voice.
Wen Yuanchu: "... I'll ask casually, don't be nervous."
Ling Song felt a little guilty and bluffed: "Who is nervous?"
"oh."
Ling Chaochao couldn't stand the two of them, so he stood up: "Can I go back? I'm starving to death."
Ling Song immediately jumped up: "Go to eat, eat, eat delicious food, I want to eat sheep and scorpions!"
He giggled and pushed Wen Yuanchu forward, but Wen Yuanchu didn't object, he just fought back and pulled him in front of him, telling him to be more honest.
"Ling Song."
"what?"
Their eyes met, and after a pause of two seconds, Wen Yuanchu first looked away: "It's nothing, let's go."
Ling Song snorted, inexplicably.
No longer talking about Wen Yuanchu, he ran to the front to argue with Ling Chaochao.
Wen Yuanchu followed behind the two of them, looking at Ling Song's jumping back, his mind was a little wandering.
Just now Ling Song blushed... Was it because of him