My old enemy from my previous life shared a bedroom with me

At the South High-speed Railway Station, the Spring Festival was approaching, and people were bustling with people traveling. Qin Yuan followed Uncle Yan, and the two got into the car.

The train started quietly and sped towards the distance. Qin Yuan sat silently in his seat, watching the scenery outside gradually change from the city to the suburbs, and then to the wilderness.

At the end of the track, in that more prosperous city, there is his nominal home.

A father who hasn't seen each other for three months, and a stepmother who is polite and distant.

There is also a cute sister who is ice and snow, a baby who has just been born for a few months.

He looked away from the window and took a picture outside the window.The winter sky in the distance is far away and blue, and the fields nearby are withered and yellow.

The qq group and wechat are full of excitement.

On the first day of winter vacation, no one was in a hurry to catch up with homework, and everyone was chatting.Some people are recommending the TV series they just started watching, some people are passionately arguing about who should make their C debut in the latest talent show, and some people are crying bitterly because their parents beat their butts to blossom because of the report card.

He didn't want to take a closer look, so he directly clicked on the profile picture of the pink peach blossom branch, and sent a photo: "I'm in the car, the scenery is beautiful, and the people are boring."

Soon, the other side replied, with a somewhat smug tone: "When you come back, I'll tell you about my dad. I just found out about him. He's amazing."

"Say it now, I want to hear it."

"No, it's too long to talk! Come back, I'll talk slowly at your house."

Qin Yuan looked at the line, his eyes gradually softened: "Then I want to turn back now. What should I do?"

Ruan Qingmu stared at the phone, scratching her head.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, why want to see this person all of a sudden, why?

I want to ask him about the physics problem that he didn't solve just now, I want to tell him about a series of happy things that happened at home, and I want to talk to him about the old things that I just heard, and tell him, the one he didn't see His father who died at birth.

……

Mu Wanli opened the door and came in, and put a small plate of sliced ​​apples on his small table: "By the way, where is your poor motherless classmate? It's a big holiday, his dad should go home. "

Ruan Qingmu poked a piece of apple with a toothpick, and took a bite: "Don't mention it, his stepmother gave birth to a second child out of town, and his father asked him to go see his sister. I'm afraid his stepmother will bully him!"

Mu Wanli sighed for a long time: "This child's life is really miserable, compared with what you have. Otherwise, if he has no place to eat after he comes back, you can tell him to come to us

Have a guy? "

Ruan Qingmu was taken aback: "Ah? No need?"

Qin Yuan has no place to eat. He has at least four dishes and one soup for each meal. If he can't finish it, just pour it out?

Besides, it was so inconvenient to come home, he wanted to go to Qin Yuan's place, and he had been thinking about going to Qin Yuan's gym to play sandbags.

Mu Wanli said angrily: "Why are you so ignorant? Didn't you say that you depended on him to help you with your grades? I haven't thanked him yet. What's wrong with coming to dinner? A motherless child!"

The mother and son were chatting, and Ruan Qingmu's WeChat flashed again.

"I'm here." The person on the opposite side sent a new photo of the crowded platform when the train arrived. "My dad is waiting for me at the exit, and I will contact you later."

Ruan Qingmu finally felt a little happier: "Okay, let's go!"

His trashy father finally didn't lose his conscience, did he know that at least he came to pick up his son whom he hadn't seen for a long time?

Ruan Qingmu turned off the phone reluctantly, thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Mom, when he comes, you make him pot stickers. Last time he ate the ones I brought, his teeth were so greedy. It fell."

Mu Wanli smiled brightly: "Call him, and I'll make him a frying pan!"

……

As soon as Qin Yuan got down to the underground parking lot, his father's car had already parked at the agreed exit.

The rough Mercedes-Benz off-road AMG, which I had never seen in the garage at home before, looked like his dad's new ride in City Y.

The high-end materials are used, and the rear bumper is especially thick, which looks more secure than ordinary luxury cars.

It seems that the car at home has always been in this style since the incident when I was a child. Qin Yuan didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't help thinking about it.

Qin Zhufeng sat in the back row and eagerly opened the car door for his son: "Come on, is it cold outside?"

Qin Yuan got into the car: "It's not cold, there are heaters in the car and the station, and you get off at the parking lot after you get out of the gate."

Qin Zhufeng is only in his 40s, looks exactly like Qin Yuan, has a very handsome and mature face, even if he puts it on a financial magazine, he will kill all living beings with a demeanor.

Seeing Qin Yuan sit down, he quickly helped him pull off the safety belt, buckled it up for his son himself, then took out a jar from the car incubator next to him, opened the lid eagerly, and handed it to Qin Yuan.

"Fill your stomach first, and then go home and have a big meal." He said earnestly, "Your Aunt Wei's chicken shredded abalone porridge, I knew you were coming, and the servant cooked it early in the morning. It was just out of the pot."

Qin Yuan took the spoon, slowly scooped up a spoon and put it into his mouth, looking at his father's expectant expression.

Eyes, nodded: "Well, Auntie took the trouble, it's delicious."

The ingredients are all excellent, simmered slowly, the taste is really good.

Qin Zhufeng was obviously relieved, and patted him on the shoulder in relief: "It's good to eat, eat more! Studying is so hard, nutrition must keep up."

Qin Yuan has already sent him the latest final report card, and he is as impressive as ever. As a father, he has almost never "worried" about him.

The household appliances, bedding and bedding are all brand new, and the layout is exquisite and meticulous. I don't know if it is the hostess who explained it meticulously, or the servant who is doing things carefully.

He closed the door, took off his clothes, put on comfortable home clothes, and sat by the bed.

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After a while, he lay on his back on the big bed behind him, staring blankly at the empty and luxurious bedroom.

Suddenly, he grabbed his phone and clicked on WeChat.

Ruan Qingmu already has several WeChat messages: "Is little sister fun? Hurry up and send me a picture."

"What did you have for dinner? Let me show you what my mother cooked at night—"

Hulala put five or six photos of home-cooked dishes below, looking at the attractive color and careful matching.

After another half an hour, I probably finished my meal, and I was alone there again: "My mother said, I told you to come to eat when you have time, thank you for helping me make up my lessons. Tsk, she thought you were a poor little boy who didn't care about you." , said to make potstickers dumplings for you to eat."

After a few more minutes, a message finally came lazily: "Then I'll do my homework first, and get back to me when you see it."

He silently read it several times, but didn't reply, but backed out, found another person's WeChat account, and sent one over.

"Dr. Gong, was there any problem with the psychological test you asked me to do last time?"