Differentiate into omega in the normal world

As the weather turned cold, Aunt Lin prepared breakfast in the kitchen and brought it out. Seeing that Song Qingyi was still wearing home clothes, she wondered, "Sir, are you resting today?"

"It's fine in the morning." Song Qingyi said, seeing a breakfast in a fresh-keeping box on the table, "Who is this for?"

"That's what Chenchen brought to his classmates. He said that his classmates don't eat breakfast, and he can't eat that much."

"Really?" Song Qingyi wanted to bring it to a female classmate, there is no saying that a boy who is just an adult can't eat it.

Just thinking about Song Chen, he jumped down from downstairs, saw Song Qingyi, stopped in front of him, and called Dad.

Song Qingyi: "Yes."

Song Chen was surprised that his father hadn't left the house today. He had just sat down and had a sip of milk when he heard his father ask, "Have you got a girlfriend?"

"Cough..." Song Chen almost spat out milk, looked up at his father, and said, "No."

"Don't worry, it's fine if you hand it in." Song Qingyi took out two tissues for him, "As long as no one is killed."

Song Chen's face turned red. How could he say that what he handed over would never kill him.

Thinking of this, Song Chen began to feel guilty, and how to tell his parents in the future is still a big problem.

After eating, Song Chen ran out of the house in a hurry, and Aunt Lin chased after him anxiously, "Chenchen put on the scarf, don't turn around and catch a cold."

Song Chen: "No, there is heating in the car."

He doesn't really want to wear it, it feels bulky, but Aunt Lin chases him to wear it every day.

Aunt Lin: "If there is a heater in the car, I need to wear it. It's so cold when I get out of the car."

Putting on the scarf, Song Chen came to the school by car. Both he and Chen Lang came early, and there was no one in the classroom. He took out a fresh-keeping box and put it on Chen Lang's desk.

Chen Lang opened it and saw that today was fried noodles and some fruits. After Chen Lang ate the noodles, he fed all the fruits into Song Chen's stomach.

Song Chen looked at him and suddenly asked, "What do you like?"

Chen Lang said without hesitation, "I like you."

Song Chen choked, not knowing how to react for a moment.

"Don't believe me?" Seeing that there was no one in the classroom, Chen Lang pulled him to sit on his lap, pulled his scarf down a little, touched it against his lips, and pulled it up again, "Who else would I like but you?" .”

The corners of the mouth covered by the scarf turned up slightly, Song Chen gave him a sideways glance, "I'm not talking about people."

Chen Lang laughed: "Then what are you asking?"

If you said it, you might be guessed, Song Chen didn't want to say it, so he said casually: "It's nothing, Aunt Lin wants to ask you what you like to eat, and I will cook it for you another day."

Chen Lang glanced at him and heard his hesitation, but he didn't expose it, "No, thank her for me, I'll eat whatever you like."

After much deliberation, Song Chen decided to buy a watch for Chen Lang, and then make a cake by himself.

He checked a lot of information and found that he can only accept making cakes, and he really can't do other things such as weaving scarves and gloves.

Usually I don’t have time, I only have time on weekends to learn from Aunt Lin and write down the steps and key points.

Song Chen: "How much is a little sugar?"

Aunt Lin smiled and said, "I don't know, it's all based on the touch."

Alright, Song Chen added the word “feeling” to the back, and decided to try it when the time comes.

Seeing his serious appearance, Aunt Lin laughed and said, "Chenchen has a little girlfriend?"

Song Chen shook his hand and involuntarily assumed Chen Lang's image.

This is not small.

"No."

"Okay, okay, no." She said so, but Aunt Lin didn't believe that he didn't have one. Even if she wasn't a girlfriend, she still liked someone.

Otherwise, how could he, who never cooks in the kitchen, take the initiative to learn how to cook.

When Chen Lang called, he was separating egg whites and egg yolks. When the bell rang, he trembled, and the egg yolks fell into the egg whites.

Song Chen: "..."

"Chenchen, what are you doing?" Song Chen refused to meet on the weekend on Friday, Chen Lang endured all morning and still called him.

"It's nothing, just watch TV." Song Chen's voice was muffled. He had been on a phone call for a long time, so he called at this time.

However, there was no TV sound coming from the other end. Chen Lang's heart sank. He didn't like the feeling that Song Chen was hiding something from him. He lowered his voice and said, "It's snowing outside, baby, can I take you out for a walk?"

"Snowing?"

"Yeah, it's not too big. It's just right to go out and see the snow. It will be too cold tomorrow."

Song Chen opened the window, and sure enough, it was snowing outside. The ground wasn't covered with snow yet, it was just wet.

"Come out baby, I'll pick you up." Chen Lang said.

Song Chen muttered indistinctly, and looked back at the things on the dining table.

It's okay to go out, but he hasn't learned how to make cakes yet.

Chen Lang directly decided for him, "That's it, I'll go pick you up now."

The phone beeped and hung up, Song Chen had no choice but to pack up his things and do it tomorrow.

Chen Lang arrived soon, and Song Chen ran to open the door for him before he even changed his clothes, "Wait a minute, I'll go change."

Caught by his wrist, Chen Lang lowered his head and touched his cheek, his cold lips made Song Chen puzzled.

"Is there no air conditioning in the car?"

"forget."

"You are stupid."

He dragged Chen Lang in to sit on the sofa, and made a cup of hot tea for him to warm his hands.Chen Lang watched Song Chen go upstairs without saying a word, he was not stupid, he just needed to calm down.

The fact that Song Chen was hiding something from him made it hard for him to accept. Even though Song Chen was covered with his after-the-rain breath, Chen Lang was still worried that people would run away.

A little bit, a little bit more.

Chen Lang leaned on the sofa, many images flashed in his mind, there was Song Chen hugging his clothes and sniffing, and there was Song Chen crying and asking him to hug him.

In the end, they all stayed on the books confiscated from Bai Xiaoting.

Chen Lang walked around downstairs, and when Song Chen came down, he went over to help him fix the scarf, "Did you wear the warmer inside?"

"wore."

"I'll check."

He unzipped Song Chen's down jacket naturally, turned down the collar, and felt relieved when he saw that he was indeed wearing something warm inside.

"What's wrong." Song Chen kicked him, looked at him Qinglingling with a coat and cashmere sweater, dissatisfied, "Why don't you wear it, you insist on me."

It's the same at school, insisting on seeing if he wears warm clothes in his school uniform.

Chen Lang took his hand and walked out, "Whenever your sports performance is similar to mine, I will wear it."

Song Chen didn't speak.

That is impossible.

He said he was looking at the snow, but such a small amount of snow turned into rain. Chen Lang held an umbrella and took him for a walk outside.

It's not Christmas yet, but the festive spirit is already there.

There are all kinds of snowflakes, Christmas hats and driving elk in the window, and the singing of jingle bells is mixed from every store.

But it was too cold outside, Chen Lang was worried that he would freeze, so he took people to the mall.Perhaps it was because of the weekend that there were a lot of people in the shopping mall. Song Chen felt a little bored, so he pulled down some scarves. Chen Lang kept staring at him from the corner of his eye, "Don't catch a cold."

Song Chen: "No, the heating in the mall is so good."

Most of the jewelry and makeup were sold on the first floor. Song Chen went to the watch specialty store for a walk. Seeing that he was looking at it seriously, Chen Lang asked, "Want a watch?"

"No, just take a look." Song Chen pulled him outside.

The third and fourth floors are restaurants and cinemas. There are many people and noisy.It was rare for Song Chen to be bored in the crowd, but rather excited.

He and Chen Lang have been dating for many months, but because of the busy senior year of high school, they hardly go out on a date. Even if they did, they would write test papers at home.

Chen Lang was worried that he would get lost, so he simply held on to his hands. At first Song Chen would pay attention, letting his sleeves cover the handshake of the two of them, but later he stopped caring when he went shopping in various shops.

When he reacted, he found that their fingers were tightly clasped, and the warmth from Chen Lang's palm was transmitted, almost covering his entire hand.

Chen Lang lowered his head and asked Song Chen, "Want to watch a movie?"

"Huh?" Song Chen was still looking at their interlocking hands. People coming and going would occasionally look at them, but they were kind eyes. Song Chen smiled, "Okay, It's like we haven't seen it yet."

Chen Lang shook his hand slightly, and said, "In the future, we will have plenty of time, and we will do what we need to do."

Especially the latter word is emphasized.

Song Chen blushed and turned his head away.

The tickets they bought were at the right time, and they would open in half an hour. Chen Lang took him to buy popcorn and Coke, and only after buying did he realize that Song Chen didn't like sweets.

He frowned angrily, and was rarely at a loss, "Let's go buy something else."

"Ah? Why?" Song Chen asked him.

Chen Lang looked at him, "You don't eat sweets."

Song Chen smiled and said, "It's okay, if you don't eat it, it's not that you can't eat it, and besides, isn't popcorn a standard accessory for a date?"

He took one and put it in his mouth to bite, and looked at Chen Lang, the starlight in his shallow eyes twinkled, more beautiful than anything Chen Lang had ever seen.

"It's okay, it's delicious."

Chen Lang stared straight at his lips, and his Adam's apple rolled down.The popcorn box was dented a little by him, and he finally couldn't bear it and lowered his head slightly, and whispered in Song Chen's ear among the lively crowd, "Chenchen, I want to kiss you."

Song Chen stared at him blankly, not knowing why he was suddenly agitated. The scent of milk was frightened a little bit, and Chen Lang inhaled it. He glanced around, "It's all people."

Chen Lang gritted his back molars forbearance, and even lowered his voice a few degrees, "But I want to kiss you, I can't help it, okay?"

In the crowd of people coming and going, Song Chen blinked his eyes, and nodded his head imperceptibly.

In the dark fire escape, the loud music outside could be vaguely heard. With the nervousness that he might be discovered at any time, Song Chen obediently opened his mouth.

The ears of those who listen to the sticky and lingering sound of water turn red.

Chen Lang touched the back of his neck and rubbed it vaguely, Song Chen shook slightly, "No."

"Don't be afraid, don't bite." Chen Lang touched him to comfort him, "I don't bite outside, just touch."

When he came out again, Song Chen's face was red, and his lips were even redder. Chen Lang pulled up the scarf to cover the lower half of his face, and Song Chen stared at him.

Chen Lang raised his eyebrows, "Don't stare at me at this moment, the more you stare at me, the more excited you become."

Song Chen: "..."

Song Chen wanted to pretend he didn't know him, how did he manage to say this without changing his face when there were so many people!

On the way to watch the movie, Chen Lang hugged him and begged for a few more bargains. Song Chen pressed his chest and threatened not to come again, so he finally let go.

He sent Song Chen home, and the two kissed in the warm car. Chen Lang rubbed his moist lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to let you go home."

Song Chen didn't want to either. He felt drowsy after smelling the comfortable rain. Thinking of the important task of making cakes tomorrow, he forced his eyes open and unbuckled his seat belt.

"Let's go, see you at school."

"You really don't want to see me tomorrow?" Chen Lang began to miss him before they separated.

The fine snow was fluttering outside the car, dancing under the warm yellow street lights. Song Chen tilted his head, "It's too cold under the snow, it's troublesome to go back and forth, anyway, we go back to school on Monday."

Chen Lang's eyes darkened, he nodded, and watched him enter the room. When he looked up, he saw the lights on the second floor of his house and the curtains were drawn. Chen Lang thought for a while, that room seemed to be Chenchen's parents' room.

Song Chen softly opened the door and went in, poured a cup of hot water from the kitchen and carried it upstairs, at the end of the stairs stood Song Qingyi in a nightgown, "Are you back?"

"Well, Dad, are you still asleep?"

"Go downstairs and pour a glass of water. I heard from your mother that you made a new friend."

Song Chen didn't dare to look his father in the face, and said while going up the stairs, "It's my classmate, sitting behind me."

"Chenchen." Song Qingyi called to stop him, "You can make friends, but don't make friends with dubious friends."