Don't Forget Everything

Song Yilin came out of Wuwangzhai and went back straight away, returning home like an arrow, not daring to slow down a step, but when she returned to Wenran's stall, Sister-in-law Wu was still rambling on, really endless.

Seeing Song Yilin coming back, Wen Ran couldn't hold back the smile on his lips, but could only shake his head helplessly at Song Yilin, the pen in his hand still kept on.

Song Yilin scratched her head, if she didn't interrupt, sister-in-law Wu could write this letter until dark.

"Sister-in-law Wu, Aunt Wu is looking for you." Song Yi stepped forward.

"Huh? What happened to my mother-in-law?"

"Then I don't know."

Sister-in-law Wu didn't doubt that he was there, she stood up and rubbed her hands, and said like Wen Ran: "Mr. Wen, I haven't finished writing this yet, so I'll come back tomorrow."

Wen Ran smiled gently: "Okay."

As soon as Sister-in-law Wu raised her left foot, Song Yilin put away the small stool under Sister-in-law Wu's buttocks just now. She was afraid that she would sit down again and would not be as motionless as a mountain. As soon as Sister-in-law Wu stepped out with her right foot, Song Yilin and Wenran The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all packed away. Sister-in-law Wu took two steps and wanted to turn around and explain again. Song Yilin had already pulled Wen Ran and the horse, and walked to the end of the street as if fleeing for her life, and disappeared as soon as she turned around.

Wen Ran was amused by Song Yilin's agitated appearance: "What are you doing, you're in such a hurry."

Seeing Wen Ran's smile, Song Yilin felt joy in her heart, and said with a laugh, "If you don't hurry back, there will be porridge on the pot."

Wen Ran was amused by Song Yilin: "It's not cooked yet."

"I'll cook for you when I get home."

"Drinking porridge at noon, Wei Shao didn't pay you wages?"

"Wei Shaojiao is used to extravagance and licentiousness. I have to be careful. The daughter-in-law at home is strict."

Wen Ran heard Song Yilin teasing him, so angrily gave him a fist: "Fuck you!"

Song Yilin didn't hide, she smiled brighter after being punched by Wen Ran, took out an orange from her bosom, and brought it to Wen Ran like a treasure: "It's delicious, but it's sweet, try it."

Wen Ran used his toes to figure out where the orange came from, couldn't help laughing, reached out to take it, and peeled it for Song Yilin to eat.

Song Yilin enjoyed it very much, and smiled happily. If it wasn't for him on the street, he wished he could feed Wen Ran a mouthful of oranges.

With this thought in Song Yilin's mind, he walked even faster. He had never felt that their small courtyard was so far away, and they hadn't arrived after walking for so long.

In fact, Song Yilin's small courtyard is not far from the market, and it will be quieter if he walks one more street. He thought so when he chose the house, but now he regrets it.

Song Yilin pulled Wen Ran back home almost in one breath, and as soon as the courtyard door was closed, he pulled Wen Ran into his arms without thinking and kissed her.

"Okay, okay." Wen Ran was ashamed.

Song Yilin didn't care, she picked up Wen Ran, entered the house and closed the door, and she would be promiscuous all day long.

"Why are you so shameless, stop!" Wen Ran held down Song Yilin's hand that was pulling on his belt, and the two tugged.

Song Yilin lowered his head and gnawed on Wen Ran's neck, and the hot air sprayed on Wen Ran's smooth skin, making him shudder: "Don't you miss me?"

"If you think about it...you can't do this."

"Why can't it be done?" Song Yilin's technique of undressing Wen Ran was proficient, the more Wen Ran obstructed her, the faster the clothes fell off.

Song Yilin pressed Wen Ran on the couch, took off her clothes, and was about to bully her, when she suddenly felt Wen Ran's sharp eyes.

Wen Ran put one hand on the bloody bandage on Song Yilin's waist, and asked, "What's going on? Didn't you say you weren't injured?"

Song Yilin froze, too bad, he forgot.

"You lied to me!"

"I, I, I didn't," Song Yilin grabbed Wen Ran's hand, he only said that he was fine, and did not say that he was not injured, "I'm fine, really, it's just a skin injury, just a little oily skin!"

"Take it away, I want to see it." With all his might, Wen Ran pushed Song Yilin aside, leaned against the wall, and lightly unwrapped the bandage covering his waist, revealing a bloody mess.

Wen Ran's hands trembled when he saw such a blushing scene.

"I'm fine..." Song Yilin didn't dare to make trouble anymore, and emphasized in a low voice, "The new wound just looks scary."

Wen Ran glared at Song Yilin, without saying a word, turned around, grabbed his outer clothes, put them on, and walked out.

Song Yi is about to collapse, this is a miserable situation, he himself is impatient, and now he is exposed, he originally wanted to hide something, but when he saw Wenran, he didn't remember it at all, what a fool.

Wen Ran brought clear water and wound medicine, and without saying a word, cleaned the wound for Song Yilin, applied the medicine, and carefully bandaged it.

Song Yilin was anxious, and chased him out: "Of course, I was wrong, I didn't hurt you on purpose."

Wen Ran was so angry that he wanted to curse, but unfortunately he had read too many sage books, and he was especially stupid at this time, unable to be as shameless as Song Yilin, so he just said harshly: "How dare you get hurt on purpose?"

"No, no, no, dare not," Song Yilin scolded herself inwardly for being as stupid as a pig, and apologized repeatedly, "It's really a skin trauma, it's okay, look at me alive and kicking."

Wen Ran ignored him, emptied a basin of sewage, and stuffed the basin into Song Yilin's arms, and he went back to his room to sulk, no matter how much Song Yilin confessed and begged for mercy outside, Wen Ran just refused to listen.

Song Yilin knocked on Wen Ran's door with his forehead: "I know I was wrong, please open the door. I dare not lie to you anymore...I'm hungry, but, I'm hungry."

Wen Ran sat upright and moved, wondering what else Song Yilin had eaten all night besides oranges?Didn't eat anything?

Wen Ran still couldn't hold back, and opened the door for Song Yilin.

"Of course!"

"It's too late to cook for you. I'll buy what you want." Wen Ran stretched out his palm to Song Yilin.

Song Yilin showed her face, the haze was swept away, the corners of her mouth almost cracked to the ears: "Wait a minute."

Song Yilin rushed back to the room, then rushed to Wen Ran, and put all the bag of gold that Wei Shao had received into Wen Ran's palm.

Wen Ran shook the purse in his hand, frowned and said: "You are injured, these are not enough, tomorrow I will ask Wei Shao for the money for soup and medicine."

This bag of gold is enough to buy more than a dozen courtyards in the entire alley. Ordinary people will never see so much money in their lifetime, but Wen Ran still feels that it is not enough.Song Yilin opened her mouth, not daring to speak nonsense, and nodded obediently.

For most of the next day, Wen Ran was very indifferent to Song Yilin. He bought food for him, but he didn't want to eat at the same table with him. He only said that he wanted to study, and shut Song Yilin out.

Lying on the bed, Song Yilin tossed and turned, knowing that Wen Ran was angry, he was obedient all day, not daring to jump up and down, so he had to scratch his ears and cheeks.

Song Yilin jumped up from the bed, this is impossible, he went out for a month and thought about Wen Ran almost crazy, finally came back, the person is clearly next door, how can he still be invisible? !

Song Yilin knocked on the door next door again, but Wen Ran still didn't answer.Song Yilin stretched out a finger to pick at the sawdust on the door panel: "Wen Ran, are you not angry? Forgive me? I won't dare to lie to you again!"

The candles in the house were brightly lit, but there was no sound at all.

Song Yilin pushed the door lightly, and found that Wen Ran hadn't locked the latch. She was overjoyed, pushed the door and entered, and jumped onto Wen Ran's bed before Wen Ran could speak in the future.

"Yeah, but my wound hurts and I feel cold all over. Do you think I have a fever?"

Wen Ran stared at Song Yilin, listening to him talking mean, he didn't look sick, if Wen Ran hadn't bandaged the wound himself, he would have suspected that Song Yilin's injuries were all fake.

"You go out, who will allow you to come in."

Song Yilin lay upright, with the quilt tucked up for herself, and it was obvious that she would not leave: "Of course, you continue to read, and I won't disturb you. Just in case I have a fever at night, you can always take care of me by my side, Isn't it?"

Wen Ran was angry when he saw Song Yilin being such a scoundrel. It can be seen that he was lying quietly with his eyes closed and pretending to sleep, and his heart was warm. If he was really willing to drive him away, he could only sigh helplessly and let him go.

After a while, Song Yilin quietly opened one eye and peeked at Wenran. Under the lamp, the person's face was handsome and clear, and his brows were peaceful and gentle. One glance would make people forget it forever, and one more look would make them lose their souls. Song Yilin kept watching like this, I feel uncomfortable seeing my mouth dry and tongue dry.

Song Yilin couldn't lie down anymore, she jumped up and pulled Wen Ran into her arms: "Ran...I miss you so much."

Wen Ran originally wanted to reprimand, but hearing Song Yilin whispering lovesickness in such a soft voice, he couldn't say any complaints, and unconsciously stretched out his arms and hugged Song Yilin.

Feeling Wen Ran's gentleness, Song Yilin was so happy that she almost jumped up for joy. She easily hugged her and put her on the bed, pulled the quilt and they nestled together.

"Of course, you've lost weight, and you're so light, it hurts your hands when you hold it. It's not good. I'll buy some chicken, duck and fish tomorrow to make up for you." Song Yilin leaned her head against Wen Ran's neck, gossiping.

"What kind of chicken, duck and fish meat, where did the two of you get to eat so much, don't waste it."

"It's okay, we have money! Then I'll take you to Fushan Restaurant, soy pork."

"It's your own greed."

Song Yilin giggled: "Then can I eat?"

Wen Ran nodded lightly: "If you want to eat, go and eat."

"Of course, you're so kind..." Song Yilin hugged Wenran and tried her best, rubbing against him non-stop, her hands slipped into Wenran's thin coat unconsciously.

Wen Ran pressed Song Yilin's paw all at once: "Don't move around, we'll wait until you recover from your injury."

"I've recovered from my injury, already!" Song Yilin lifted up her clothes eager to prove, "Look, I'm fine, really."

Wen Ran slapped Song Yilin's strong chest with a crisp sound: "If the wound is open, you can move to Wuwang Zhai, and come back when the scab falls off."

Song Yilin immediately pursed her lips to silence, but her hands around Wen Ran's waist also hugged her tightly, as if she was afraid that Wen Ran would leave him and run away.He didn't go to Wuwangzhai, Wen Ran was at home, so he must be at home.

Wen Ran was tightly held in Song Yilin's arms, he was so strangled that he could hardly breathe, Song Yilin's body was hot, so naked against Wen Ran, he didn't say anything, but couldn't bear to be distracted, but worried about Song Yilin's injury, No matter what, he had to endure it, he turned his body slightly to avoid Song Yilin, and took a deep breath.

Song Yilin wouldn't let Wen Ran escape, so she stuck it up and wrapped the two of them tightly with a quilt: "It's cold."

Although it's already autumn, but this autumn the tiger is ferocious and ferocious, the night is a little cooler, Song Yilin looks like a big fireball, it doesn't look cold at all.

Wen Ran couldn't resist Song Yilin, so he had to let him go, thought for a while and asked, "What's going on this time? I didn't mean to go back yesterday, so why is there something about the post house again?"

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