Wen Yuanchu reached out to press the light in the dark room, and kissed again.
Ling Song asked softly, "Why did you turn off the lights?"
"I'm afraid you will be shy."
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Ling Song didn't wake up until after ten o'clock in the morning, with pain in his buttocks, backache, everywhere.
When Wen Yuanchu came in from the outside, he was lying on the bed in a daze.
Ling Song's eyes turned away, his face blushed, but his mouth was not ashamed, and he stretched out his hand towards Wen Yuanchu: "Xiao Yuanzi, come and wait for me to get up."
Wen Yuanchu put the breakfast bought outside on the table, sat next to Ling Song, and picked him up.
"It's very late, hurry up and wash up, and you have to go to the airport after lunch."
Ling Song grabbed his chest: "That's not you, it made me feel weak and weak..."
"stand up."
Cut, it's still so boring.
Ling Song went to the bathroom to wash up.
While brushing his teeth, a strange phone call came in, and he picked it up casually. He was a leading teacher of the provincial team and also a teacher of their school.
Teacher Wu went straight to the point and told Ling Song about Wen Yuanchu's entry into the national training team, hoping that he would persuade Wen Yuanchu not to give up the opportunity easily.
When Ling Song went back to his room, Wen Yuanchu had already soaked the soy milk fritters and removed the chopsticks for him.
Ling Song sat down on the sofa, took the chopsticks from Wen Yuanchu, and poked the back of his hand: "What did you do?"
"Buy breakfast."
"Lie to me, have you been called by Teacher Wu to talk?"
Wen Yuanchu frowned: "Did he look for you?"
"Yes, he asked me to persuade you not to give up the training camp of the national team."
Ling Song looked at him and continued: "He also said that this is a good opportunity to win glory for the school, the province and the country. People should have a sense of responsibility. If you just give up, it will also affect the reputation of our school and the provincial team, and will also drag down the next generation. Classmates in the competition."
Wen Yuanchu looked at Ling Song with a foolish expression on his face: "Do you believe what he says? Even if you enter the training team, you may not be able to enter the final list of the national team. The competition is so fierce. I will give up voluntarily. It is too late for others to be happy."
"But you are number one, the competition organizing committee attaches great importance to you."
"Do you still want to take the P university?"
Ling Song curled his lips, thinking of it for granted, but he felt that it was a bit difficult, and he really couldn't pass the exam. Anyway, there are so many schools in Beijing...
Wen Yuanchu saw through his thoughts at a glance and reminded him: "Don't back down, it's not the end yet, don't back down right now."
"Oh, Yuanchu's father has the final say, I'll study hard."
Ling Song had a hippie smile, and Wen Yuanchu felt a little helpless: "Why is Wen Che the elder brother and Wen Yuanchu the father?"
"Because my father gave me the old father's love at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, this bad brother Wen Che will only kill me." Ling Song is confident.
Wen Yuanchu: "..."
After arguing for a while, Ling Song said to Wen Yuanchu in a serious manner while eating: "Why don't you go to the training camp, at worst I will accompany you, I won't go to class, anyway, now it's just reviewing, I think it's better to listen to the teacher's lecture It is efficient for you to explain to me, and I will review and brush up the questions by myself during the day, and you will teach me classes at night."
Before Wen Yuanchu objected, Ling Song added: "And now the school knows about our relationship, it doesn't make sense for me to go to class alone and be surrounded by people every day."
Wen Yuanchu's words of refusal came to his lips, but he was shaken after hearing Ling Song's seriousness.
"... Can your family agree?"
Ling Song laughed: "Tell them, they will definitely agree."
Wen Yuanchu thought for a while and said, "I'll think about it."
Ling Song was overjoyed immediately: "Then let's say it like this. When you get back, you can tell my parents that the training team will start camp next week, and I will come to Beijing with you."
In the afternoon, I went to the airport and passed the gate of P University by car. Ling Song took a photo with his mobile phone and sent it to Moments.
[This is my world in the future.]
Within a few minutes, several likes and replies were posted one after another.
[It's your husband-in-law, not you, who entered P University, so be sober.]
[When will I be able to bring my family with me after entering P University? Are you crazy or is P crazy?]
[If you want to show your affection, show it directly, don't be an idiot talking about dreams.]
Ling Song: "..."
None of your business.
Refresh again, and there.
Wen Yan: Yes, you are ambitious. Your Uncle Wen Yingtang said you are promising.
Ling Jie: Don't think that posting such bragging things can fool you, and I will settle accounts with you when I come back.
Ling Song was so frightened that his hands shook, he quickly clicked delete.
Wen Yuanchu beside him asked him, "Why did you delete it?"
Ling Song: "Oh."
The Wen family's driver picked them up at the airport, and it happened to be dinner time when they arrived home.
Wen Yuanchu sent Ling Song into the house, and Ling Song slipped back to the room on the pretext of going to the bathroom, and escaped a beating.
In front of Ling's parents and Ling Jie, Wen Yuanchu talked about Ling Song's future plans.
Mother Ling was very worried after hearing this: "Can this work? Can you keep up if you don't go to school? And he followed you to the training camp, won't he bother you?"
Wen Yuanchu said earnestly: "The matter between me and Ling Song, thank you uncle and aunt for not pursuing it, but we are still students after all, and the whole school knows about the incident, and the impact is always bad. Ling Song goes back to school alone, and the psychological pressure is probably quite high. Big, but delayed learning."
Ling Jie said coolly: "A thick-skinned kid like him will have psychological pressure? Is he just deliberately making excuses not to go to school?"
Father Ling also frowned and said, "Xiao Song has been bothering you all this time, so don't get too used to him. With his grades, if he really doesn't go to school, he probably will be useless."
"No," Wen Yuanchu said firmly, "Ling Song actually studies very hard, and he is smart, but he didn't put his mind on it before. I told him that I hope he will take the P university exam with me. He knows that he is not good enough. Quite far, I also agreed, and I am working hard, I will watch him for the last six months, and I will not let him go to waste."
Mother Ling was still hesitant: "...Won't that affect your training results? The training team is also under heavy study pressure, right?"
"No, I will arrange my studies and Ling Song's studies well, so there will be no conflicts, don't worry, uncles and aunts."
When Wen Yuanchu said this, the Ling family was indeed moved by his persuasion.
In the previous year, Ling Song went from primary school to high school, thanks to Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu said that staring at Ling Song would help him improve his grades, and they really believed it.
"Your brother said that there are still two months until the end of this semester, and the training team will also end at that time. If I don't make it to the representative team, or if you fail the final exam, you will still go back to school next semester." .”
Back in the room, Wen Yuanchu told Ling Song the result of the conversation with his parents.
When Ling Song heard that his family agreed, he was very happy: "You have the first overall score in the competition, so you must be able to enter the representative team, so you have to stay in Beijing to continue training next semester? If I can pass the final exam, next semester Can I still stay with you during the semester?"
"Yes, but you have to be among the top 100 in your grade at the end of the semester."
Ling Song waved his hand: "That's no problem, I'll definitely pass the exam!"
The one who still thought it was a problem two days ago seemed not to be him.
Wen Yuanchu lightly hooked the corners of his lips: "Okay."
Wen Yuanchu stayed at Ling's house for dinner, and then made up lessons for Ling Song.
During this period of time, Ling Song's mind was erratic, and his grades fluctuated. Now that there is no excuse for being lazy, he has to correct his attitude, and what Wen Yuanchu said is what.
When Ling Song was working on the questions, Wen Yuanchu's eyes fell on the music box on his bedside table, and he got up and went over.
Hearing the familiar melody, Ling Song turned his head. Wen Yuanchu held the music box in his hand, his face was calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Ling Song's heart moved, and he asked him: "This song, you played it at my birthday banquet back then, right? What kind of song is it?"
Wen Yuanchu glanced at him and said, "Feng Qiuhuang."
Ling Song choked.
"... Are you playing Phoenix and Phoenix for me in public?"
"You didn't catch it."
"What about the others? Did the others hear it?"
"Maybe."
"..."
So at that time, all the civil and military officials were present, I'm afraid he was the only idiot emperor who didn't realize that the birthday song played by the regent was Fengqiuhuang, right
Ling Song thought, no wonder the people around him were hesitant to speak at that time, and stepped up their pace even more, urging and forcing him to seize the power of regent.
This dead ghost is not boring, it's all obvious.
But he was a fool again, he just didn't understand.
Wen Yuanchu put the music box back with complicated emotions.
He was really impulsive at the time, so he played the song "Feng Qiuhuang" in the public.
Those people should have seen his thoughts on the little emperor, and were forced to make a bad plan, preemptively, and poisoned the little emperor to death.
So he couldn't forgive, neither those who killed Ling Song nor himself.
Ling Song went to the bookcase and took out the jade pendant that his cousins took back from abroad.
"This is also your birthday gift for me, right?"
Wen Yuanchu nodded, this was also Ling Song's nineteenth birthday, he hung it on Ling Song's waist with his own hands.
"Later, I asked Xiao Dezi to take this jade pendant out of the palace and find someone to save me..."
"Xiao Dezi found Taoist Xing and was killed by him. When I caught Taoist Xing, you lost your jade pendant."
Ling Song suddenly realized that it was so.
But after four hundred years, the lost jade pendant came back after wandering overseas, and returned to him again across time and space.
Everything is predestined.
Just like him and Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu reminded him: "Yupei, please keep it well."
Ling Song put the jade pendant back to its original place and put it away, then thought of something, and posted it to Wen Yuanchu's side: "Brother Che, I want to ask you something."
Wen Yuanchu pushed him back to the desk: "You are not allowed to act like a baby when you are doing the topic."
"No, no, this must be asked, it is very important."
Ling Song held Wen Yuanchu's hand and looked up at him.
There was not only a smile in his eyes, but also bright and clear, as if very solemn, Wen Yuanchu said "hmm": "Tell me."
"Who gave the word Yuanchu? Why have I never heard of it before, only your family tree has it?"
Wen Yuanchu was silent for a moment, then said, "Myself."
"A word you chose yourself?"
"yes."
"No one else knows?"
"No, it's not used, it's just written in the genealogy."
"At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, what do you mean?"
Wen Yuanchu looked at him, his eyes flickering: "You don't know?"
Ling Song was speechless.
At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty,... is that really what he thought
"Because of me? Because my birthday is the first day of the first lunar month?"
"Um."
Ling Song's lips moved, and he was speechless for a long time.
Wen Yuanchu bent down and gently hugged him.
When backing away, Ling Song raised his hand and hugged him back forcefully.
"Yuanchu, Wen Yuanchu, do you even have anything to do with me in your own words? Do you like me so much?"
Wen Yuanchu turned his head and kissed his face: "I like it."
Ling Song took a deep breath: "Then what should I do? Compared with what you can do for me, there seems to be very little I can do for you. You never said anything, and I didn't understand anything before."
"It's enough to understand now." Wen Yuanchu patted him on the back to comfort him.
"But we've wasted our lives..."
He only lived to be nineteen years old in his previous life. If it wasn't for some accident, he and Wen Yuanchu might have been together a long time ago. How could he be reconciled.
Wen Yuanchu squatted down in front of Ling Song, looked him in the eye, and said seriously: "Ling Song, being an emperor is hard work, you should know it better than anyone else, and it was not easy for me as the regent. At that time, it was already the end of the dynasty. Even if the two of us work together, we may not be able to turn the tide, and it will be much more difficult than it is now."
"I don't want you to live that kind of life. This life is good. You and I will be carefree students. As long as you study hard, you will have no worries. Isn't that good?"
Ling Song said depressedly: "What you said is right, anyway, I can't say enough about you."
Wen Yuanchu hugged him again: "Stop thinking about it, and concentrate on studying."
He sat back in his chair, picked up his pen, and tapped on the table: "Be obedient."
Ling Song had to pull himself together.
At 10:30, Wen Yuanchu closed the book and reminded Ling Song: "That's all for today, go to bed quickly, I will accompany you back to school tomorrow to ask for leave, and by the way, I will trouble someone to send you the test papers that will be issued by the school in the future."
In terms of learning, Wen Yuanchu had no intention of letting Ling Song down at all.
Ling Song lay on the table and waved his hands: "You go, you go."
Wen Yuanchu packed his things and stood up, but Ling Song stopped him just as he took a step.
"Father at the beginning of Yuan Dynasty, do you want to stay for bedtime?" Ling Song raised his head and smiled at him.
Wen Yuanchu slightly narrowed his eyes: "Your butt doesn't hurt anymore?"
Reminded by Wen Yuanchu, Ling Song immediately felt a little on pins and needles, and quickly threw away his hand: "Go, go."
Wen Yuanchu explained to him: "I have to go back and tell my parents about taking you to Beijing with me. You should sleep well tonight."
Ling Song was a little ashamed, he was like the child bride in Wen Yuanchu's family, and he didn't know if Wen Yuanchu's parents would have any objections to him.
"Then let me kiss you again."
Wen Yuanchu picked him up, kissed him fiercely, and then let go.
Ling Song leaned against him and smiled sullenly: "Father Yuanchu, are you still writing the memo?"
Wen Yuanchu said nothing.
Ling Song continued to laugh: "Wen Yuanchu, you continue to write, and then you write and send it to me every day, so that I can know what you are thinking, or I will always misunderstand you."
"Also, change the beginning of each day from now on."
"Just change it to the format of 'the xx day of falling in love with Ling Song', okay?"
Wen Yuanchu went back.
Ling Song went to take a shower, and when he rolled into bed, he took a last look at his phone, there was a WeChat message from Wen Yuanchu.
"On the 308th day of falling in love with Ling Song, I fell asleep.
Very cool, still want to sleep.
so happy. "
Ling Song: "..."
Why are you still playing hooligans, shameless