my boyfriend is roommate

The two of them went out at nine o'clock the next morning, and went to a supplement store in the city first.According to Xie Yu'an, supplements are definitely the best choice to give gifts to the elders.Afterwards, I took a bus to Wen Hengye's house, which was far away from their school, about four to ten minutes' drive away.

On the way, Wen Hengye said: "Actually, my mother told me that I would go home every Saturday and sleep for one night, and then come back on Sunday night. It happened that there were no classes during the day."

"Oh." Xie Yu'an nodded, "My mother told me that it is best to go home during the holidays. It takes more than three hours to get to my house by train, which is not too far away. But I don't plan to go back on Eleventh. I don't think she will miss me too much if I haven't seen her for more than a month, and besides, we will find time to watch a video every day, maybe she knows what I look like better than me."

Wen Hengye couldn't help laughing.

Soon after they arrived at the community where Wen Hengye's house was located, the two got out of the car and walked all the way to the door of the building. Wen Hengye led people up to the fourth floor, took out the key and opened the door.

"Is Xiao Ye back?" A gentle female voice came from the living room immediately, and then a beautiful and elegant lady appeared in front of her.

"Hello, Auntie," Xie Yu'an hurriedly said, "I'm Heng Ye's classmate. I'm here to visit you and uncle specially this time. A small gift is not a respect, so please accept it." He gestured to the gift box in his hand .

"Oh boy, you are too polite, what else do you bring when you come home, come in quickly." Mother Wen came over and held Xie Yu'an's hand, and led him into the living room, "Look at how handsome this young man is! "

Wen Hengye closed the door and followed. Ever since he heard the young master speak the "official language", he had always felt amused, and he was afraid that his emotions would last for a long time.

Today is Sunday, father and mother are at home, at this time father also came out from the study, so the three of them chatted in the living room, Wen Hengye started to eat fruit bored by himself, and by the way turned the TV to Mute, pick a favorite variety show to watch.

The content of the chat between the three of them spread to his ears. Wen Hengye’s house used to have classmates and friends often come over. He found that the content of the conversation between his parents and these guests who came here for the first time was similar. How is the performance, whether there is any trouble to fill in, etc. After so many years, there is no new trick.

After chatting like this for more than an hour, my mother said that she was going to prepare lunch, and asked my father to buy some good food for the guests, and asked Wen Hengye to take the guests to his room to rest for a while.

Wen Hengye, who had eaten enough fruit and watched enough TV, was willing to obey, took the person back to his bedroom, closed the door, and said to the person sympathetically, "How is it? Are my parents very talkative?"

Xie Yuan smiled, "Actually, it's okay. I used to go to other classmates' homes to chat with their parents. My own parents are also the type who can talk. I've been used to it for a long time."

Wen Hengye asked him to sit on the sofa and poured him a glass of water. Someone stopped by to look at the furnishings of the room. The overall color of the room is mainly light colors. There are not many furniture, but they are all neat and generous, and the desks are also neatly arranged. Order, there is no trace of littering.

Although I'm not sure if his mother cleaned it up for him, but this person has a clean and tidy style in their dormitory, let's just think it's his own masterpiece.A certain person had a wishful thinking in his heart, that he would really be able to hand over the hygiene of the dormitory to him in the future.

In addition to some normal furnishings, Xie Yuan also saw a piano, a grand style, which was also wiped spotless, so he asked that person: "Can you play the piano?"

"Yes, I still have the sixth-level certificate," Wen Hengye sat down next to him, "my mother can do it too, she is much better than me, she is already a ninth-level certificate. Well, actually, we have two pianos at home , and the other is in the study, but after I went to college, my mother often came to play this in my room, and she said it was to miss me."

Xie Yu'an: "..." What can I say... "Ah, I also have a piano at home, which belongs to my mother. She knows a lot of musical instruments, and she often plays a piece when she has nothing to do. But I don't know any of them, I'm too lazy study."

Wen Hengye said with a smile: "Then do you want me to play a section for you? But I'm not particularly good at playing, so I might make you laugh."

"It's okay." Xie Yu'an waved his hands, looking at him expectantly, "It's already pretty good if you can play."

So Wen Hengye got up and sat down in front of the piano, and played a very famous "Moonlight Song". Like the "Flastic", it was something Xie Yu'an had heard and liked a long time ago. I don't know how to appreciate, I only judge whether it is "good" or "not good". From this perspective, the piece played by this person is naturally good. There is a soothing atmosphere in the room, which makes people's hearts relax. When he came down, it seemed that it was really night, and the soft moonlight fell on the world, lightly reflecting on his face.

Not long after a piece of music ended, Wen Hengye stood up and bowed slightly to him, Xie Yuan clapped his hands, still feeling very unfulfilled, subconsciously said: "Would you like another song?"

The corners of Wen Hengye's lips slightly raised, "What do you want to hear?"

"I don't know either, you just play what you like."

"it is good."

Wen Hengye then played a few more songs, all of which he had never heard or could not name. The only thing in common was that he thought they were all very good. Xie Yuan believed that the principle of listening to music and reading books and movies is Similarly, good-looking movies and books will make people feel that time passes quickly. On the contrary, they will feel that sitting there facing such things is simply a torment. The same is true for music. After listening to countless songs, he will watch Looking at his watch, he realized that half an hour had passed before he knew it, and he didn't even notice it.

After the song ended, Wen Hengye put down his hand, turned around and faced him, "Okay, I'll play it here for today, and I'll play it for you next time when I have a chance."

"I found that you are really good." Someone couldn't hide his amazement, "As far as I know now, you can sing and play the piano. By the way, and you said What ACM, you can study. What about the others? What else do you have?"

Wen Hengye really thought about it seriously, but he grinned at him, showing his neat and white teeth, "I won't tell you now, you will know what you should know sooner or later."

"..." Someone narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, Mother Wen called them to go out for dinner, and Wen Hengye took the man's arm, "Let's go."

"..." Someone reluctantly followed and stood up.

As soon as he stepped out of the bedroom door, there was a burst of strong aroma wafting over. It seemed to be a fusion of the flavors of several dishes. Xie Yu'an couldn't tell what those were, but he felt like his stomach was being emptied after taking a few mouthfuls. Desperately needed a lot of food to fill up.

When Wen Hengye saw the dishes on the table clearly, he knew that his mother had really used her housekeeping skills this time. All kinds of special dishes were served one by one, such as candied sweet potatoes, pot-wrapped pork, and boiled sliced ​​pork. It's super delicious, but it's very troublesome. Usually, she would push her back and forth when pestering her to do something. This time, you won't be stingy to show off your skills when guests come to the house?

But this is also very good, and I can really enjoy myself.

"You two hurry up and wash your hands and come over to eat." Mother Wen said to them holding two bowls full of rice.

Finally sitting at the dinner table, the hands of both of them were trembling unconsciously, and they had to say to themselves loudly in their hearts, "This is at someone else's house/you can't be rude when there are guests at home" in order to control not to just pick up the chopsticks and eat. Mama Wen watched The two of them glanced at each other and said considerately, "It's time to start."

"Great!" The two pairs of chopsticks flew out at the same speed as light.

Papa Wen was not as urgent as they were. He leisurely opened a bottle of Wuliangye and said to Xie Yuan, "How is Xiaoan's alcohol tolerance? Do you want to drink with uncle?"