Nouveau riche love story

The shortest way from Wonton House to Chen Jingan's house is to go through Q University, enter from the north gate and exit from the south gate.

After leaving the south gate of the campus, turn a corner, which is his home and his community.

It was getting late, and there were very few people on the campus. Occasionally, there were a few passers-by on the road who were in a hurry, holding a few books in their arms, with eyes on their noses, as if they had eaten dinner and rushed to the study room to occupy a seat.

Shang Xiaochen put his face on Chen Jingan's back, and he could well understand the mood of the students hurrying to study at this time.

There was a little bit of sympathy in my heart, and a little bit of schadenfreude, anyway, I made it through, so I don't have to be so flustered and uneasy to be afraid of exams and grades.

Although a year later, he also ran around on foreign campuses, and the situation was much more tragic than these students.Even the time for dinner feels extravagant, and in the dead of night, I have to put down the pen in my hand to take care of the little boy...

He is, however, enjoying life in the present moment.

Great youth, an unstoppable beating heart, three points of tension, three points of anticipation, three points of bravery and one point of inexplicable little emotions are enough to fuse into something called "heartbeat".

This is really a bit strange, when he met Chen Jing'an, the most embarrassment was obviously the most, but how did something different quietly grow out of the embarrassment?

Shang Xiaochen couldn't explain clearly, and he couldn't come up with an answer after thinking for a long time.

Some people love the plump Marilyn Monroe, some people love the lively Audrey Hepburn, some people love the songs of popular handsome men and women, and some people love to listen to Guo Degang's stand-up comedy.No one can say who is better than another, and no one can tell why they like it.

I like this little thing, and I have some hazy enthusiasm and some muddled impulse.

When Chen Jingan locked the car and came to hold his hand, Shang Xiaochen didn't refuse, he just felt his heart beating so fast, as if he was standing on a bungee jumping cliff, and if he was not careful, he could fall to his death, but if The safety measures are done well, and if you jump bravely, you can see the most beautiful scenery.

Unscrew the key and open a door. The open room is still the one Shang Xiaochen is familiar with.

He obviously hasn't been here a few times, but he can already be called familiar.

He has been lying on the sofa, sitting on the sofa, drinking soup in the kitchen, seeing snow on the balcony, sleeping in the bed, and even read the books on the bookshelf. A little magic.

"What would you like to drink? Wine, tea, or hot milk?" Chen Jingan asked him.

Shang Xiaochen wanted a glass of wine selfishly, he didn't like to drink at first, but he didn't know how to get it, seeing Chen Jing'an, sitting in Chen Jing'an's house, he felt inexplicably "tender and sweet".

But when I thought about the stupid things I did after drinking that little wine last night, I felt that I couldn't do it.

Alcohol can make people confused, tea can make people sober, but it seems that being too sober now is not a good thing, after weighing it again and again, he said: "Hot milk".

"it is good"

He turned around and went to the kitchen. He brought out two cups of hot milk without much effort, poured the milk into the cups, and turned it in the microwave twice. It was very convenient.

Holding the cup of milk, Shang Xiaochen suddenly remembered that when they were young, when their family was still in the village, it was very cold in winter. The whole family sat around the stove, and his mother put a bag of milk into the teapot on the stove and boiled it for him. days in a bowl.

The same fragrant taste, the same white color.

I think back when he was very young, Dad Wang was working outside, and he was reluctant to buy food at noon, so he brought pancakes and pickles when he set off in the morning, and bought him AD calcium milk and small mushroom cakes with the money he saved.

Father Shang said that the child has been wronged all these years after losing him. Shang Xiaochen knows that his life is incomparable to that of his two elder brothers, but compared to where he used to live, compared to the children of his former neighbors, his life , It can also be said that wind and water have risen.

He didn't dare to tell his family that he was found by his biological father. He would rather let his family never know the secret that he already knew that he was not his own, so that he still regarded them as his biological parents and his biological brother.

He first sent 1 yuan to his home, and then bought a new down jacket for his parents and younger brother. He only said that he transferred shifts with his colleagues and took advantage of the new year to travel with Zhang Song to earn four or five hundred a day. money.

Shang Xiaochen didn't dare to call home too much. The financial work in the past was really not a profitable one, so everything can only be done slowly.

"What's wrong?" Chen Jingan asked when he saw him staring at the milk in a daze.

He lowered his head to hide his emotions, smiled and said: "It's nothing, I just remembered the days when my mother boiled milk in winter when I was a child."

Sitting next to him, Chen Jing'an took a sip of hot milk: "Maybe mothers in that era liked to let their children drink hot milk, and my mother was always reluctant to let me drink cold milk."

"Hey, by the way, why did I only see Aunt Ruoshui and not your mother?" Shang Xiaochen asked suspiciously.

"She's gone."

"Ah?" Shang Xiaochen was taken aback, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I don't know..."

Chen Jing'an patted his head: "It's okay, it's been a long time."

Shang Xiaochen was a little embarrassed, so he pointed to the bookshelf behind him and asked, "Can I read the "Shan Hai Jing" last time?"

"Of course." Chen Jingan pulled out a book for him and gave it to him.

He was holding the colored drawing book, flipping it left and right. Last time he found it very interesting, but this time he couldn't bear to read it anymore. He didn't expect that he would be so nervous after leaving the campus, afraid that the teacher would ask him what he was reading. feel.

Shang Xiaochen felt that he was captivated by Chen Jing'an, his eyes were clearly fixed on the book, but in his heart he wanted to sneak a peek at the corner of Chen Jing'an's clothes.

He was sitting beside him, and he also took out a book from the bookshelf, flipping through it carefully.

The man who reads really has a unique charm, he doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything, his eyes are on the book, his expression is focused and steady, but he is also very attractive, making people want to look at him It seemed that he didn't even have the slightest intention to read his own book.

Shang Xiaochen seems to understand today, in the past, he couldn't read books, and he only thought about the girl's deskmate.

Sitting next to your sweetheart, who is serious about studying and studying, but you just want to look at him, this is really not a good state, because you are not promising.

At about this time, he should not be given any "Shan Hai Jing". It is better to give him a book full of Namo Amitabha Buddha's mantras, and let him have a pure heart and few desires.