On the last day of the New Year's Day holiday, Mother Wen warmly invited Ling Song to have dinner at home.
As soon as the class was over that morning, Ling Song happily followed Wen Yuanchu.
Before entering the door, he still didn't forget to ask Wen Yuanchu: "Do you think my hair is messy? Is my clothes tidy?"
Wen Yuanchu: "...what do you look like, my mother hasn't seen it before?"
He obviously ran away from his house in his pajama pants two days ago, but today he is more particular.
baffling.
Ling Song was embarrassed to say.
What's the matter, today is mother Wen who invited him, he has to make a good impression on his future mother-in-law, bah, mother-in-law.
Wen Yuanchu didn't know what was going on in his little head, so he raised his hand and pressed his shoulder, reminding him: "Be honest, don't be a monster."
Nonsense, he didn't act like a monster.
Hearing their voices, Mother Wen came to open the door in person and greeted them with a smile on her face.
Ling Song presented the flowers that he had just picked from his own garden, with a cute and flattering face: "I wish you a happy new year, more and more beautiful."
Mother Wen was overjoyed, and stretched out her hand to pinch his face: "Xiao Song's mouth is so sweet, if I can learn half of you at the beginning of Yuan Dynasty, I won't have to worry about him."
Ling Song quickly caught the key words: "What is Auntie doing on behalf of Yuanchu? Can you tell me?"
Mother Wen glanced at her expressionless son, and said with a smile, "He is almost eighteen, and I'm worried that he won't be able to get a wife because he's an idiot."
Ling Song: "..."
Isn't it not too late for people here to get married at twenty-eight
What kind of wife is he, can't he
Wen Yuanchu dragged Ling Song into the door, so that his mother wouldn't say anything here.
Ling Song was a little uneasy.
Auntie wanted to ask Wen Yuanchu for a wife so early
No, he has to work harder, act first, and hurry up until Wen Yuanchu.
Mother Wen greeted them a few words, set out a snack and fruit bowl, let Ling Song do whatever he wanted, and went back to the kitchen to get busy.
She cooks herself today and cooks a table of dishes.
Ling Song followed up and busy, graciously helping to add dishes, chopsticks and drinks, trying hard to make a good impression on the elders.
After that, Mother Wen answered the phone and told Wen Yuanchu that his father was buying tea sets in a nearby mall and asked him to help pick them out.
"At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, you rode there, and you will come back in your father's car later."
Ling Song wanted to go with her, but was stopped by Wen's mother: "Xiao Song, don't be so busy, stay and talk to Auntie."
Ling Song reluctantly watched Wen Yuanchu go out.
Mother Wen smiled and said to him: "At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he had good eyesight. When his father bought those antique furniture and utensils, he asked him to look at them. He could even see the real antiques, and he didn't know how to tell them. "
Ling Song was a little surprised when he heard the words, Wen Yuanchu actually understood this? He thought that only he, an unearthed cultural relic, was good at this.
Strange.
Without waiting for him to think about it, Mother Wen took out her mobile phone again, and smiled to show him the photo sent by Yao Nana at their cultural performance a few days ago.
In the spotlight, the queen wakes her princess with a kiss.
The photo happened to be frozen at that scene.
Because I can't see the expression on the face clearly, just looking at the atmosphere, it is indeed very true.
"This photo is really good. I bought him a lot of princess dresses when he was a child, and I wanted him to wear them, but he never bought them. I'm so happy to perform in public this time." Mother Wen said as she spoke. laugh.
Ling Song was so embarrassed and guilty, looking at the kiss photos together in front of a mother, this feeling is really...
Not to mention that he still has bad intentions towards Wen Yuanchu, if mother Wen finds out, will he be kicked out
Mother Wen didn't seem to notice his discomfort, and continued to joke: "I will develop this photo in two days, put it in an album, and treasure it forever."
Ling Song asked subconsciously: "Album?"
Mother Wen blinked: "Most of the photo albums at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty were secretly photographed by me. Do you want to see Xiao Song?"
Of course I want to! Mother Wen was very happy to fetch the photo album and share it with Ling Song.
Inside are photos of Wen Yuanchu from childhood to adulthood, including when he was wearing open crotch pants with his bare buttocks.
Mother Wen sighed as she flipped through the pages: "At the beginning of Yuan Dynasty, he was very precocious since he was a child. When I was a child, he was not happy when I asked him to wear open crotch pants. He was awkward with me. He was very funny at that time. He was obviously not as tall as a chair, but he was very serious with a little old man. Same."
Ling Song looked at Wen Yuanchu, who was only a few months old in the photo album, and was also amazed. The cuteness is really cute, but the little big milk doll has a serious expression on his face, and he rarely even smiles. Why is Wen Yuanchu so so Wonderful
Continue to scroll back, and there is a photo of him and Wen Yuanchu at the back.
Perhaps it should be said that it was the original photo of Ling Song and Wen Yuanchu.
The two little dolls in the photo are only three or four years old at most, wearing kindergarten uniforms and a little yellow hat, sitting together on a swing, Wen Yuanchu's face is full of displeasure and indifference, and Ling Song next to him is smiling so hard that his teeth can't see his eyes , holding Wen Yuanchu's arm with both hands, and fell on him.
Ling Song stared at this photo, and Mother Wen smiled and said: "Xiao Song, you were so cute when you were young, you talked like a baby, you can cry and laugh, and you can act like a baby. I really want to change my son with your mother." , how is it like this little kid at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he has been awkward since he was a child, he obviously likes to care about you, but he always acts cold and ignoring others on the surface, I don't know what he is thinking, but now he has grown up and knows how to talk to you Get along well."
Ling Song didn't know what to say.
… Yeah
He thought that Wen Yuanchu really hated the former Ling Song.
But I don't know if it's because of his psychological effect. Looking at this photo, he doesn't seem to have any sense of strangeness and disobedience. Even the Ling Song in the photo looks like himself.
why
While Ling Song was thinking wildly, Wen Yuanchu came back with his father.
Ling Song restrained himself, and quickly got up to greet Father Wen.
Mother Wen greeted them to the table.
This sumptuous lunch was enjoyed by both the host and the guests.
After eating, Father Wen took out the tea set he had just bought and made tea for them.
"I didn't like this set at the beginning. It's better to say this at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. It's really an antique style. I watched it for a long time, and the more I watched it, the more it looked good."
Father Wen proudly showed off.
Ling Song picked up a teacup and took a closer look. This is a set of hibiscus stone tea set. It looks ordinary at first glance, but the stone is fine and smooth, and the patterns carved on it are very delicate. The style of the cup and saucer is really the same as that popular four hundred years ago. The style is exactly the same.
Wen Yuanchu... quite discerning.
"It's really pretty," Ling Song glanced at Wen Yuanchu and said, "Wen Yuanchu is very good at picking."
Wen Yuanchu drank tea in silence, not caring what his father and Ling Song said.
At half past one, they went back to Ling's house to continue their classes.
Ling Song hugged the photo album that Wen's mother gave him, and Wen's mother said that she still had the same one, so she gave this one to him.
Ling Song accepted it very happily, and happily hugged it in his arms, intending to read it slowly after returning home.
Wen Yuanchu frowned, endured it, and said nothing.
His mother made up her mind to send the photo album to Ling Song, but it was useless for him to say so.
Back at Ling's house, as soon as he sat down, Ling Song couldn't wait to start flipping through the photo album.
Wen Yuanchu held down his hand, and reminded him in a deep voice: "Don't watch, go to class."
"Why don't you read it?" Ling Song pulled out the top photo of the photo album, it was Wen Yuanchu who was just born with his buttocks, and shook it in front of him, "Your mother said that you didn't cry when you were born, and the doctor thought there was something wrong with you. It frightened her, look at you, you are bitter and bitter, just like a little old man, don't you drink Mengpo soup when you reincarnated?"
After Ling Song finished speaking, his heart skipped a beat.
That won't work, if Wen Yuanchu was reincarnated and didn't drink Mengpo soup, he might be that dead ghost Wen Che.
That was a human tragedy.
bah bah.
Wen Yuanchu grabbed the photo and stuffed it back: "Don't talk nonsense, what a mess."
His movements were too fast, Ling Song didn't notice, and there was a rare panic flashing in his eyes.
Ling Song snatched the photo album back again, continued to flip through it, and found the photo of the two of them when they were young.
After a little hesitation, he asked Wen Yuanchu: "My brother said, you used to ignore me, Chaochao also said that I damaged your ginkgo leaf specimens, you kicked me out, and I was not allowed to go to your house again , you really hated me so much before?"
Wen Yuanchu was silent for a moment.
He said, "I don't hate you, I never hated you."
Ling Song laughed: "Then do you think I was cute when I was young?"
He remembered why he felt that Xiao Lingsong in the photo was no stranger.
In his previous life, when he was a child, he also liked to climb people's arms. He had climbed his father, queen mother, and his prince's elder brother. This problem seems to have not changed in this life. He often took advantage of Wen Yuanchu like this. Fortunately, this person didn't mind.
Wen Yuanchu refused to answer: "What do you think?"
"I think I'm quite cute." Ling Song said narcissistically.
"Don't you think so?"
Wen Yuanchu lightly pursed the corners of his lips, and was stared at by Ling Song expectantly, nodded: "En."
Ling Song was elated.
Even if Wen Yuanchu was talking about the little Ling Song in the photo, no matter what, he was talking about himself.
After a second thought, he found the kiss photo that Wen's mother had sent to his mobile phone before, and deliberately teased Wen Yuanchu: "Is this atmosphere captured well? I think I have a talent for acting, and I performed very well on the spot. good."
Ling Song speaks without shame, his face is neither red nor his heart beats.
He has already heard from the monitor that his class won the first prize in this program, which was judged by the principal himself, saying that the students in his class are very expressive and innovative, and they deserve encouragement.
He really is a genius.
Wen Yuanchu didn't speak.
This photo was sent to him by his mother a long time ago, and he saved it in an encrypted album. Ling Song, this stupid bastard, didn't understand what he had done that he shouldn't have done, so he kept teasing him heartlessly. he.
"Is that right?" Seeing that Wen Yuanchu was silent, Ling Song posted it to make trouble for him again.
Wen Yuanchu gave him a sideways look, and said, "An actor like you who changes the script at will is almost disgusting."
Ling Song: "..."
If you dislike me kissing you, just say it straight, why beat around the bush.
It's so irritating.
Said he was cute but didn't like him.
Why don't you marry me...
He just couldn't be reconciled, which little bitch had seduced Wen Yuanchu's heart before him.
It's not too late for him to come, right
The former Ling Song was really disappointing, but if you work harder, it would be great to help him occupy the pit first.
"Then, Wen Yuanchu, you were so angry that day because I robbed you of your first kiss? Is that really your first kiss?"
Ling Song asked cheekily, and when Wen Yuanchu looked over, he smiled flatteringly at him.
Wen Yuanchu said indifferently: "Why can't it be?"
Yes yes yes, it is the best!
"...but you clearly said before that you have someone you like."
He just has a heart for that little bitch standing between him and Wen Yuanchu.
"He doesn't like me," Wen Yuanchu was annoyed, "It's my unrequited love, it's always been."
That was because she was blind and her brain was flooded.
"Then do you still like her now?"
Wen Yuanchu refused to answer again. He opened the textbook and lowered his voice: "Let's go to class."
"Tell me."
"Attend class."
Being blocked by Wen Yuanchu's words, Ling Song felt aggrieved.
Can't you say it
Sure enough, you still like it
In the next few hours, except for class, no one said anything extra.
Ling Song felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't say it out.
You can't tell Wen Yuanchu, don't like that blind little bitch, like me.
Alas, Wen Yuanchu definitely thought he was crazy.
At 5:30, Wen Yuanchu finished the last stanza and put down his pen: "Take a break, I'm going back, and come back after dinner."
Ling Song let out a sullen "Oh".
Wen Yuanchu got up.
Ling Song suddenly grabbed his hand, didn't dare to raise his head, lowered his eyes and asked again: "Wen Yuanchu, do you still like that person?"
Wen Yuanchu's eyes fell on the top of his head, even if he couldn't see Ling Song's expression, he could hear the grievance and caution in his tone.
... Ling Song him, a little strange.
"Why do you have to ask this?"
Ling Song muttered in a low voice: "Is it okay to ask, it's not a big deal, can't you say it?"
Be quiet for a while.
He heard Wen Yuanchu's voice say: "I like it, I still like it, I like it very much."
Ling Song slumped his shoulders.
oh.
He is broken in love.
His first love was about to be strangled in the cradle before it even started.
He is so pathetic.
Sniffing, Ling Song forcefully smiled, and asked him again: "But people don't like you? Are you still planning to give up?"
"Why give up? If you don't like it now, you may not like it in the future. I have to work hard and try again."
Fine.
You don't give up and I don't give up.
I haven't worked hard yet, so I just gave up for no reason.
Ling Song quickly adjusted his mentality, held back his depression and grievances, raised his head and smiled at Wen Yuanchu: "Then I wish you success as soon as possible."
No wonder, I wish you never success!
Wen Yuanchu hesitated to speak, but didn't say anything.
After leaving Ling's house, he was absent-minded all the way.
What kept coming back to my mind was Ling Song's tone of voice when he spoke just now, and the look in his eyes when he raised his eyes at the end and looked at him with a heartless smile.
Ling Song him, something is really wrong.
On the 127th day after he came back, he insisted on asking me if I still liked someone else. He didn't know that other person was himself.
He seemed wronged, sad, as if he was jealous, I couldn't believe it...
I have to be a little more sure.
Be crazy happy.