sequel

I just changed my shoes when I heard a noise from the kitchen and the sound of something breaking under the background sound of the range hood.Wang Jingchen is too sensitive to the sound of things breaking, because when his parents had an accident, his grandmother also broke the bowl at home.He reacted violently, his mind went blank for a second, and immediately rushed to the kitchen, opened the door and saw that Zhuang Yufan was squatting on the floor picking up ceramic shards.

Hearing the glass door being pulled open, Zhuang Yufan raised his head, and saw Wang Jingchen appearing at the door with a nervous expression, his chest heaved and heaved, and he was still panting.

"...I'm cooking dinner." Zhuang Yufan lowered his head and continued to pick up the pieces seriously.

Wang Jingchen didn't know how to answer for a while, looking at the hair on his head.

"Dinner for two." Zhuang Yufan added.Those words seemed to come from the chest, shaking his heart to hum.

Wang Jingchen was stunned, took two steps inside, and knelt down to help pick up the debris.

The range hood above the head hummed, and the two of them didn't speak, their foreheads were only a few centimeters apart.Wang Jingchen saw Zhuang Yufan's fingers, slender and fair, with distinct knuckles.A sentence "I'll make soup for you washing hands" suddenly flashed in his mind, he was so frightened that his breath stopped, and he almost rubbed against Zhuang Yufan's fingers.

Zhuang Yufan sneaked a glance at his fingers from time to time, thinking: the hands have grown up too, I haven't held them for a long time, I don't know if the calluses there have thickened again.

After picking up the debris with their own concerns, Wang Jingchen went out to get a broom and dustpan.Zhuang Yufan threw noodles into the pot with his back turned to him.

Wang Jingchen took a look and said, "Noodles."I glanced at the open cabinet again, and there were about seven or eight bags of noodles packed in various flavors lying there.It seems that Zhuang Yufan only knows how to cook noodles.Wang Jingchen took out the garbage silently, did not go upstairs, and sat quietly in the dining room, watching the people stirring the soup pot.

He is not a heartless person.Forgetfulness is probably his shortcoming as well as his strong point. Of course, he remembered the pain of his parents' death, but he forgot to be indifferent to Zhuang Yufan's determination.

The emotion of buying one and getting one free, the one given away is always forgotten faster.What's more, he was indiscriminately labeling Zhuang Yufan, and his parents' accident had nothing to do with him.

Seeing Zhuang Yufan turning off the fire and serving noodles, Wang Jingchen couldn't help but sit upright, like a child on the first day of class, nervously looking in the direction of the kitchen.

After Zhuang Yufan filled a bowl, he turned his head and met his gaze: "Why don't you come over to serve it, I won't serve you well."

Wang Jingchen: "..."

He felt that the warmth floating in the air just now had been fed to the dogs.Zhuang Yufan was indeed a master at disrupting the atmosphere.

Since people are not polite to me, why am I so anxious?Wang Jingchen went over and took the Sheng noodles away, but he didn't see Zhuang Yufan's mouth curled up, his eyes were full of warmth that was blown away by his words.

Sitting and eating noodles, no one said a word.Thinking that he hadn't spoken for several years, no matter how lively Wang Jingchen could create an atmosphere, this first sentence couldn't start.

A good start can only be carried out later.He was thinking about what to say in the first sentence, if someone wakes you up and cooks noodles for you after school, shouldn't he say thank you?

However, is saying thank you a part of life?

When did the two of us say thank you?Wang Jingchen had never fretted over a math problem before, so he just picked up a few chopsticks for a bowl of noodles and ate slowly.

"Isn't it...tasty?" The person opposite suddenly asked.

"Ah, no," Wang Jingchen hurriedly adjusted his smile, "Do you like noodles very much?"

When did you like to eat noodles?I remember that during Chinese New Year, you never cooked half of the noodles that Aunt Man cooked for you, and you had to cajole and cheat.

Zhuang Yufan seemed relieved, he said, "I don't like it. But I can only cook noodles, and it's very fast."

Wang Jingchen stopped talking, not knowing how to answer.He had never tried so hard to talk to anyone.Zhuang Yufan looked up at him, "If you don't like to go out to eat later."

"I don't like it, I'm thinking about something."

The conversation started, and the following words suddenly became much smoother.Wang Jingchen took a sip of the soup: "Well, that, the last event in the sports meeting, the tug-of-war that the whole class must participate in, do you know?"

"I know. Don't worry, I won't be late this year."

Wang Jingchen put down the soup bowl and looked at him, and asked in surprise, "How do you know what I want to say?"

Probably Wang Jingchen's expression was a little cute, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was slightly open, and a drop of soup was still hanging from the corner of his mouth.Zhuang Yufan pouted mischievously, rolled his eyes and replied, "Because I am Zhuang Yufan."

Because I am Zhuang Yufan who grew up with you.

Wang Jingchen has been a child who remembers eating but not beating since he was a child. Otherwise, his father would beat him a few times every time he went home. This is the kind of fighting style that puts all the force saved in a year, and it will not affect him. His father is the dearest.Because his dad would send him things that boys like.

This time too, Zhuang Yufan cooked him a bowl of noodles at the right time. It was so bland and unremarkable, but it soaked into the whole body like warm blood and penetrated into the bone marrow. No one would feel the feeling of being cared and cared for reject.

If it had been earlier, Zhuang Yufan would have been indifferent even if Zhuang Yufan cooked him a full banquet, so timing is very important.

Zhuang Yufan knew that he didn't have to go abroad, so he put down the bowl and suddenly smiled sincerely at Wang Jingchen.

"What?" Zhuang Yufan was puzzled by him.

"happy."

"fool."

"Well, I'm a fool."

If you're not stupid, how could you not restore our relationship after so many years of tossing around.

The fireworks in Zhuang Yufan's heart were brilliant, and they shot towards the sky "咻咻咻", forming a name: Wang Jingchen.

The repair was done naturally, and the two of them tore off their usual masks. Wang Jingchen asked Zhuang Yufan to borrow a math paper to check the answer. Save your brain energy."

Wang Jingchen slammed the door and left, cursing in his room: "Who cares about your answer! Master think for yourself!"

Zhuang Yufan pinched his own face: "I'll let you talk too much and lose your popularity."

After a few minutes, Wang Jingchen swaggered in again: "Then what, just check it out for me... Damn, what are you laughing at! If it wasn't for the math teacher who punished you for copying papers during menopause, I wouldn't ask you for correct answers! Stop laughing Ah, laugh again and I will tickle you!"

As he said that, he bent down and reached out to scratch Zhuang Yufan. The two of them rolled from the chair to the floor, knocking the chair over with a loud "boom".

Wang Jingchen asked: "Do you still dare to laugh at your Brother Chen?"

Zhuang Yufan desperately protected the itchy flesh of his ribs, his face flushed and panting: "No, no, stop scratching."

Wang Jingchen stood up contentedly, and heard the sound of the door closing downstairs, it was Lin Fen who had returned.

The two of them were still in a twisted position, and Zhuang Yufan's waist was still exposed. The top was neat, but the bottom was a little messy.Wang Jingchen looked into Zhuang Yufan's eyes and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Why did he start making moves right after reconciliation?Pulling Zhuang Yufan up, he coughed and said, "Then, I'll go over and check the answer first."

"Oh." Zhuang Yufan's head was still noisy, and his eyes were a little moist from the overly stimulating smile. After pulling up his clothes, he went to help the unlucky chair.

Wang Jingchen slipped back from his room, only then heard Lin Fen's footsteps coming up.

"Fanfan, have you eaten yet? Do you know where my mother's medical insurance card is? I have to go to the hospital for an examination tomorrow. Why have I been dizzy lately..."

Zhuang Yufan didn't hear Lin Fen's words clearly. He felt hot all over his body, especially the places Wang Jingchen touched. He covered those places with his hands, feeling the blood under his skin was boiling, and a dreamy and soft fragrance spread in his heart. .

Zhuang Yufan was dizzy, helpless to deal with such strange and turbulent feelings, so he plunged into the sea of ​​books and decided to give these strange feelings a closed door to contemplate.

What is it called?I haven't been in contact with people for a long time, so I overreacted.Zhuang Yufan took a long breath, opened a huge English exercise book, and suddenly found a piece of candy wrapper inside...

Wang Jingchen!Are you naive? !He's so old he still eats candy!Put it in my book after eating!Zhuang Yufan took off the candy paper, and the place where the candy melted stuck to the paper, leaving behind a little white strawberry-flavored fruity aroma.Zhuang Yufan angrily took out a piece of paper and wiped it, then lowered his head and sniffed it, then stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it: "Sweet."Wang Jingchen's naughty is sweet and strawberry flavored.

This quiet fruity fragrance lingered, tormenting him that his study efficiency was extremely low today, so the next day, with a depressed face, he kicked Wang Jingchen's door: "Get out, you're late for class again."