I'm just hungry for your knowledge

When Chen Chen handed in the paper an hour early for the last subject of comprehensive science, all the candidates in the audience gasped for the naked eye, and the group was restless and cold.

"Damn it—is this a human?"

"Although...but...I still feel that an hour in advance is too exaggerated."

"Wouldn't it be nice to have the extra time to finish writing big questions?"

The invigilator happened to be Yu Jie, who looked at him meaningfully and said nothing.

Chen Chen went to examination room 17 after handing in the test paper. Through the bright windows of the lecture hall, there was an empty desk in the back row.

"..."

Sure enough, people have already run away.

Han Shen's legs were a little cold in the clouds thousands of kilometers away, and he slept with a baseball cap over his face.

There was a stiff stabbing pain in his head. After coming out of the airport hall, he put the cap he was flapping randomly in his hand on top of his head, covering a large section of silver hair, and glanced at the exit where there was a lot of people.

When he landed, the familiar smell of the city made his bones itch after being lazy for a month.

Yan Xin waved his hand from afar and blew a standard kiss: "That man is back!"

Xie Zhihang squinted his eyes and bit a cigarette: "Come on, ancestor, come and hug me."

Han Shen pushed his licking face away with a palm: "Get lost."

No mercy.

Xie Zhihang smiled.

There was also a young boy with weak writing in the crowd, Wang Ye, and Han Shen nodded to him to say hello, and got into the car. It was 10:30 in the middle of the night, and the street lights of the commercial buildings were dazzling.

"How many days will you come back to play this time?" Yan Xin asked.

Han Shen stared at a black spot outside the window, and the car drove across the bridge. He used to pass under this bridge hole every day when he went to school.He raised his hand and scratched his hair: "Play for a few more days."

The Mid-Autumn Festival holiday is only one day.

But it doesn't matter.

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"No."

"Okay." The car stopped at a barbecue restaurant on the street, which has always been a common base for gatherings. Yan Xin ordered and settled the bill without looking at the menu.

For no reason, Han Shen recalled the scene when he first came to this store. He thought it was dirty, and persuaded him to sit for a long time. Later, he didn't feel anything when he got used to it, but after a general scan today, the feeling of dirtyness came up again.

"Ono's desire to create has been overwhelming recently, and the more he writes, the more inspired he is. Two days ago, the song was mixed, and we rehearsed another one today. To sum it up in two words: it's done when it's in place. You rest today, and go to the recording studio with us tomorrow. Bar."

Han Shen said sleepily: "Okay."

Yan Xin and the others realized that something was wrong, scanned Han Shen's face up and down a few times, and asked, "Brother, are you in a bad mood?"

Han Shen is not a person who shows too much emotion and anger, and usually has only a blank expression on his face, but this cannot escape Yan Xin's eyes.

Han Shen said, "It's none of your business."

Yan Xin, if you ask any more questions, you will be beaten.

Zuo Siyou took out his phone and sent Chen Chen a WeChat message: "Brother Chen, may I ask what happened these two days, why is my brother Xiao Han not happy looking at it?"

After waiting for a while, Chen Chen didn't return, Yan Xin put down his phone, took Han Shen to the hotel quickly after dinner.

That night, they played cards, listened to music, and watched movies in the room. Wang Ye went to bed first, and everyone lay down on the big bed. Yan Xin woke up the next morning, only to see Chen Chen's reply.

【C: I hate him. 】

If someone else said this, Yan Xin could swing his arms across the network cable and do a set of boxing to protect his father, but now this person is Chen Chen, and Yan Xin touched his chin.

[Young Master Qingchen: ...Brother Chen enmmm is so fierce and reasonable!Xiao Han is ignorant, Brother Chen, you help me to take care of you, he often mentions you to me, all good things, it is the first friend he made in the attached middle school. 】

What Yan Xin said was exaggerated in general, and it would be unreasonable to mention it often, but Han Shen's tone paused when he asked Chen Chen, which obviously stamped the friendship boat.

【C: Really? 】

[Young Master Qingchen: Can you still not believe my words, Brother Chen? 】

[C: I believe it. 】

Han Shen got up listlessly, and when he saw Xie Zhihang's hand on his ankle, he kicked it away, frowning, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Yan Xin stopped chatting with Chen Chen and packed up to go out.

The music recording room is in the piano store on the left hand side of Yuanchong No. [-] Middle School. When Han Shen first entered, the boss was surprised for a moment: "Hey, Young Master Han, long time no see!"

All the way, Yan Xin blocked Han Shen like a bodyguard, with the arrogance of my father on his face: "Don't cue, don't cue, keep a low profile, low profile."

In the music room, after singing together for the first time, Han Shen will be able to hear the effect: "The melody of the chorus is not innovative enough, and the lyrics are a bit strange, Yan Xin, have you put your own poetry into it again?"

Yan Xin shook her head and smiled: "...you are too much."

Han Shen smiled: "I didn't mean to target you."

Their band just entertains themselves when they have nothing to do. They write songs and arrange music together, and figure out how to sing together. When the school needs a cultural performance, they are brought in to add programs, and they occasionally go to the streets to sing, which is very public welfare.

But in Yuanchong No. [-] Middle School, it can be regarded as extremely popular.

After rehearsing a few more times, Han Shen was not satisfied with a certain high-pitched voice in a row. He tried again, and Han Shen suddenly remembered the roar of Chen Chen in KTV before, and he didn't hold back on the spot.

"What are you laughing at?"

Han Shen was uninterested: "I didn't laugh."

Xie Zhihang raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter, plan to add a face-changing entertainment program halfway?"

"Add a fart."

Han Shen walked out of the recording studio, took the mineral water handed by Wang Ye, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

At nine or ten o'clock at this time, he was standing by the window, wearing a white T-shirt, the sun's rays shone in from his neck and cuffs, and the skin around his mouth cast a light shadow, his whole body was clean and transparent, There was a sense of cold alienation.

Xie Zhihang licked his lips, thinking that this is Han Shen's normal state.

That smile just now was really too weird.

"Record it twice again, that's it for today, and I have to spend the holidays with my parents." Yan Xin took out a bag of mooncakes from his schoolbag, threw one at each person, stepped on a chair and looked at Han Shen: "Brother, come to my house for lunch ? I told my mom, and she's so happy now."

Yan Xin's mother likes him very much. Every time Han Shen goes there, she can't wait to lose everything and hold a reception, the kind that even her son can sell.

Once Yan Xin asked why sadly, and Yan's mother coyly said that Han Shen looked like her first love, Bai Yueguang.

Yan Xin said, Mom, you should read less novels.

"Okay, let's go." Han Shen unpacked the mooncake and took a bite.

"It tastes like crab roe." Yan Xin said.

Right in the middle.

His tastes in this crowd have always been fairly clear.

At [-] o'clock in the afternoon, we continued to meet in the music room. Wang Ye brought his younger brother, a baby who was born during the hot second child. In an environment full of drums, crazy beats, and crazy electronic music, only Han Shen sang The child will not be scared to cry, and occasionally clap his fists to applaud him.

Time seems to go back to the past.

Han Shen thought while singing.

If he could return to this kind of life, then all the stubbornness he paid in the middle school and the criticism he endured would be worth it.

Putting away the drum stand and preparing to go out for dinner, Yan Xin yelled to recognize the child as a foster son, Wang Ye scolded him while hugging his younger brother to avoid being swindled, and they were fighting together, when suddenly a tall, thin man walked in at the door thin figure.

Han Shen leaned over to unzip the guitar bag, and suddenly noticed the sudden silence in the room.

"You still have the face to come back, Young Master Han."

The sound rang overhead.

Han Shen stopped moving his hands and looked up. Xi Wen was standing two or three meters away. He was wearing a sports T-shirt and shorts, sweating profusely, his cheek muscles trembled slightly, and the gaze shot out of his eyes was so fierce that he wanted to eat people .

Yan Xin was so anxious that her voice became thinner: "Didn't I tell you not to come today?"

Xie Zhihang hugged Xi Wen's shoulders and pushed back: "Go, go, go back."

Xi Wen remained motionless.

Han Shen didn't speak, Xie Zhihang turned around and hugged his shoulders, and escorted him out from the other side of the narrow door between Xi Wen: "You go first."

Han Shen walked to the stairs, and a sharp roar sounded from behind: "Fuck, your mother! Fuck, your mother! Han Shen, why did your family kill someone so nonchalantly! Why!"

Han Shen curled up his fingers, and was pushed downstairs by Xie Zhihang even harder: "Let's go! Still standing!"

There was a sound of desperately struggling behind him, accompanied by panting and shoe sole friction, Xi Wen angrily scolded: "Let go of me! Fuck! Don't let go."

"Han Shen! You're fucking dead! Your whole family died suddenly—"

bitch.

You ungrateful animal.

Han Shen turned and walked upstairs, Xie Zhihang's face changed drastically, he hurriedly reached out to pull him, but was pushed away.

Xi Wen was an athletic boy, but at this moment, the f*cking cowardly group started to panic, and when Han Shen punched him in the face, they immediately fell to the ground and wailed.

Han Shen's voice was hoarse: "Your father's death has nothing to do with my family! You are only satisfied with what I want to become?"

"Did I harm you? My fucking mother, can you not turn black and white, it's my dad who died! My dear dad!—"

It was another punch, and the sound stopped abruptly.

Xi Wen's father, Xi Zhi, is an elder that Han Shen is no longer familiar with. He is thin and thin with glasses. He used to be the chief technician under Han Lidong. It happened to be Han Lidong, his travel companion, who discovered and called the police.

The police ruled the accident as a suicide, but rumors spread from all sides.

At that time, the relationship between Han Lidong and Xi Zhi was extremely rigid. Some people said it was because of the right to know about a certain core technology, while others said it was tax evasion.

But some people believe it.

Xi Wen's mother put up a wreath at the entrance of Han's villa, placed a coffin, danced to the gods, set off firecrackers, splashed bloody things on the door, and held up banners reading "Justice", "Blood Debt" and "Pay My Life".

Han Shen and Xi Wen were in the same class from childhood to adulthood, and their auras were not related to each other. After this incident came out, Xi Wen listened to his mother and distributed the "Han family murder" brainwashing package to each class.

Relationships have completely deteriorated.

When Han Lidong said he was going to move out, Han Shen couldn't understand at all: "Why? Didn't you say that you didn't hurt Uncle Xi? Didn't you say that you have a clear conscience!"

Han Lidong's answer is wrong: "Sometimes people's words are more murderous than swords and guns."

For the good of Han Shen and for his future, Shen Lan said so.

But leaving the place where I have lived for more than ten years since I was a child, and going to a brand new city is tantamount to forcibly uprooting a tree that is about to mature and throwing it to another piece of land.

Han Shen must face withering and anxiety.

"What do you want to do to me? You will stop." Han Shen gritted his teeth and said every word.

"I harmed you! I just want to get justice for my father!" Xi Wen's eyes were flushed, "Don't act like a victim to me! I harmed you? Yes, I just want to force you to study in Yuanchong No. [-] Middle School No books, no friends, notoriety, far away from home! Do you know—”

"Fuck!" Xie Zhihang raised his hand to cover his mouth: "Xi Wen, have you lost your nerve enough?!"

The moment the fingertips were thrown out of the gap, Xi Wen's voice was ferocious: "I am also the lead singer of the band now, you must roll away like a dog in water and never come back! Anyway, I will never forgive you!"

Suddenly there was silence.

Han Shen spread the long hair on his forehead, sweat evaporated: "What did he say?"

Yan Xin stammered for a while: "It's not what you think."

"Whose idea? Who allowed him to come in?"

Xie Zhihang licked his lips, knowing that this matter would be difficult: "Me."

"Kang Dang!" With a sound, Xie Zhihang slammed back against the wall covering his face, the corners of his lips blushing.

"It's you again! Xie Zhihang, does it seem that you are so awesome! You are so powerful!" Han Shen's voice was torn, and he was extremely disappointed, "Does it seem that you are special to me! I can only give in infinitely!"

Yan Xin and Wang Ye were very nervous when they decided to close the banquet. Only Xie Zhihang was calm and relaxed: "Don't worry, Han Shen only has a few friends with us. Where can we get angry again? Listen to me, it's okay."

He was a little selfish, thinking that he was Han Shen's special one.

but it is not the truth.

Han Shen picked up the baseball on the ground and ran, picked up the guitar and smashed it, and went downstairs immediately.

Yan Xin knew he couldn't catch up with him: "Brother, it's not the kind you imagined..."

There is only one back.

Han Shen was walking on the hot street, feeling pain in his heart, and when he recovered, he was already outside the airport.

He didn't expect to leave in this way.

The uprooted tree and the original soil have also become a thing of the past for him.

The class group is having a heated discussion.

[Cool Fei: If there is such a big flaw in the monthly exam, will the proposition teacher be fired? 】

[My old Hu changed his life against the sky: I don’t know, the average score of the class this time must be 50% higher than before—a conservative estimate. 】

[Learn to learn from your mother: I don't think so, but everyone has found a bug in the comprehensive test paper. For example, Brother Chen handed in the paper an hour earlier. I think the average score may be 100 higher. 】

[Cool Fei: Pull you down, how did you learn mathematics?And when everyone usually takes 0 points for multiple choice questions? 】

The focus of the discussion is the comprehensive test paper of this monthly exam.

Not long after it was posted, about four or five minutes, there was a commotion in the class.

Everyone found that there were different punctuation marks under the ABCD options of the multiple-choice questions, and they did one or two tricks to get the rules-this stepping horse is a sign of the correct answer!

The careless proposition teacher marked the correct answer with a point! !

At first, no one dared to believe it. After doing seven or eight tricks, all of them were hit. If you don't believe it, you have to believe it!

So this time, you must get full marks for multiple-choice questions, and you are not stupid if you don’t get full marks——

It's blind!

Chen Chen turned off his phone and didn't read the news again.

It was already late at night, and with a desk lamp lit, he propped his chin up against the desk with one hand, and flipped through the comprehensive science test papers between his fingers several times.

Each multiple-choice question marks the student's answer, but compared with the marked option one——

Unexpectedly, perfect, missed, all, correct answer.

Chen Chen frowned and sighed.

Is this extraordinary talent?

Is it the blindness of options that yell "I'm the right answer!"?

And why should I take back Han Shen's test paper and make my eyes hurt?

The screen of Chen Chen's phone turned on, and it was a location sent by Yan Xin.

The address is a KTV in Wanda Plaza, I just went there during the National Day.

Just about to send a "?", the other party's long-winded text came over.

[Young Master Qingchen: Brother Chen O(≧mouth≦)O, are you free now? I’m sorry to bother you qwq, Xiao Han went back to Yuanchong to have a little conflict with us today, and now I’m drinking alone in a bar, I’m worried, Ball ball, go and bring him back, woo woo woo. 】

Chen Chen didn't quite understand.

[C: What's wrong? 】

Before replying, I received another friend request, signed "Xie Zhihang".

[Hang: Good brother, brother, brother, something happened to my ancestor today, please help take care of it, thank you for your kindness, really. 】

[Hang: Benefactor, my ancestor is really important to me, I don't want him to be sad alone.I don't know the place of life in the attached middle school, and I can't find anyone else, I can only find you. 】

【Hang: I'm really worried, please call him back, he can't drink, it's bad for his health, fuck fuck fuck fuck—I'm about to cry!Hold】

This sudden change in painting style made Chen Chen speechless for a while, and Yan Xin also sent a long series of explanations over there, probably understanding the ins and outs.

Chen Chen put down his phone to wash his face, and when he came back, Xie Zhihang made a few phone calls, and the screen was filled with exclamation marks, parallel sentences, repeated words, and swear words.

Chen Chen typed two words with his slender fingers.

[C: It's okay. 】

The opposite party was still in a state of disarray, and he still had to communicate with him via video, while speaking, his voice trembled so much that he couldn't hear what he was saying.

Chen Chen cut it off directly, and typed three more words.

[C: Leave it to me. 】

It's quite a long way from Chengda Teacher's Garden to KTV. Chen Chen went downstairs to take a taxi. It was already past eleven o'clock at night, but for a big city, the nightlife has just begun.

There was a lot of people in the KTV public arena, and a white light was cast on the round platform, illuminating the singers and becoming the only center.Han Shen's whole body glowed with white light, and he sang with a guitar in his arms. Someone next to him followed the beat, applauded, played background music, and sang whatever he clicked.

His voice was hoarse, and he sang a deep and slow song that was very harsh. He sang it a thousand times and made people cry. Coupled with his gloomy and lonely expression, many people wiped their tears in the dark.

Chen Chen said in his heart that people who wander around in the middle of the night really have a story to tell.

After singing, the host said: "Whatever you want to hear, please shout out his name! To carry our youth and hope, popular songs, and leave us unforgettable memories——"

People below shouted "You at the same table!" "Proud boy!" "The brightest star in the night sky!"

After calming down, a calm and pleasant voice suddenly sounded.

""The Eighth Set of Radio Gymnastics"."

The host looked over, and there was a tall figure standing in the shadow behind the door, wearing a very fresh white T-shirt, the tip of the nose was stained by snow-white lights, the slightly drooping gaze seemed to be very quiet, the quietness was laziness, the corners of the lips were warm Slightly cold, with an outstanding temperament.

"Handsome guy, don't be ridiculous hahahaha!"

"God damn "The Eighth Set of Radio Gymnastics", it's really a mountain torrent of youth."

"But can this stuff really sing?"

After everyone made fun of it, they turned their heads, and saw the handsome white-haired guy on the stage suddenly raised his right hand, with his index and middle fingers together, and suddenly pointed at the handsome guy who spoke just now.

"Bang——" Han Shen's voice was lowered, and the voice seemed stern and ruthless.

Chen Chen was stunned for a moment, the corners of his lips curled up, and he raised his hand to cover his chest as if he couldn't hold himself back.

"Bang bang bang bang-"

Voice simulation bullets are loaded quickly.

The actor Chen Chen lowered his right hand, retreated with a sound, and gradually arched his spine. He worked very hard to cooperate with the performance, and retreated from the white light into the shadows.

Everyone: What the hell?

Han Shen jumped off the round platform in two or three steps and went straight to where he was.

Beside the curtain stands a large altar of potted plants, with fat and green branches and leaves, a little narrow for two people.

The smell of alcohol fainted, obviously from Han Shen's body, Chen Chen stood in the shadow, and the smile on his lips was suppressed directly.

"Fraud corpse?"

"I haven't dealt with you yet, how can I die?"

"Pick up the hammer." Han Shen pressed his shoulder and pushed back, indicating to stay away from me, "I'm not angry with you, I still have to make progress."

Chen Chen was quite surprised: "Oh, why aren't you angry with me?"

Han Shen: "You are not worthy."

Chen Chen: "..."

Only then did the voice hang down and continued: "Compared to the harm they have done to me, you, who are just showing their talents, and him, are ruining the world. I can't get angry at this little stimulation."

The child who couldn't get angry was much milder now.

Chen Chen smiled and said, "I mean I'm not good enough?"

Han Shen's voice fell silent.

"Don't be mad at me."

All along, Han Shen has been very unkind and unyielding. Now that he suddenly avoided saying this, Chen Chen calmed down and nodded: "Okay, I'm not mad at you."

No one else could see what was being said behind the curtain, so the host picked up the microphone and waved: "Hello, handsome guy with white hair, are you still singing?"

Chen Chen raised his volume: "Stop singing."

Before Han Shen could speak, the shadow on his shoulders pressed down a little, and the clean fragrance was squeezed into the turbid and hot air of KTV, which made him unable to resist sniffing. It was the smell of Chen Chen, who had just taken a shower, mixed with With other flowers.

"Be obedient and come back with me."

Han Shen smiled: "If you tell me to go back, I will go back?"

Chen Chen said, "You're rebellious again."

"........."

Han couldn't bear the father's accent, and just wanted to leave impatiently, but his hand was grabbed and pulled back. Before he understood what was going on, the back of his head was pressed against his shoulder.

Chen Chen said: "Cry, don't get drunk alone late at night."

"Fuck! You fucking—" Han Shen clenched his fingers tightly.

The earlobe was touched very lightly, which was very comforting.

"The past is gone, and there will be a new good life."

Han Shen grabbed his arm tightly, paused for a moment, and pulled it away vigorously. Chen Chen's eyes were shadowed, and he was staring down at him intently.

Only then did Han Shen discover that he had a pair of affectionate eyes with long corners, and he was lazy on weekdays, but when he got serious, with his mother——

There are stars in the eyes.

Hold.

Han Shen felt a burning sensation all over his body, and the next moment he knew it was not anger, he lowered his head and looked away, and Chen Chen opened his arms again from the corner of his eye: "Come on, hug—"

"Hold your mother, I really fucked up..." Han Shen was puzzled, panicked a little, and walked out, "I'm so annoying."

He swears all the way, and the cool wind blows his face outside the door, and he finally calms down a lot.

Chen Chen looked at the mobile phone and followed him from behind: "Take a taxi, go downstairs first."

"If you tell me to get off, I'll get off—"

Chen Chen really laughed: "See if you are forced by things, and you are not forced to kill and set fires, you will hate everything."

Han Shen was especially speechless.

"How did you know I was here?"

Chen Chen paused when he went downstairs: "He came from sleepwalking."

Han Shen: "..."

"Are you going home?"

"No return."

Chen Chen seemed to understand something: "You usually treat your parents like this? That's quite flattering to me."

Han Shen walked up behind him and pushed back: "...Praise you." He just pretended to push down, and Chen Chen knew it, but he still turned around and held his arm tightly just in case, and went downstairs like this.

It may be an illusion, Chen Chen felt that Han Shen was very fierce tonight, fierce and soft.

The taxi stopped at the gate of Chengda University. It was already late at night, and Chen Chen swiped his card to get in. Only then did Han Shen realize: "Where are you taking me?"

"Go back to my house, pick up handsome men and beautiful women from the bar, don't you just take them home?"

"You can also open a room."

"Do you have an ID card? You still open a room like others."

Han Shen: "..."

Grind your teeth.

I really want to hit him.

But not so angry.

The security guard in the teacher's garden was startled when he saw Chen Chen: "Xiaochen, you're still wandering around at night."

This security guard is the father-in-law of a certain professor in the school. He is very old, but he can't wait to find something to do. Now he saw a sharp white tusk from the window from a distance, and he was shocked: "Xiaochen, what are you doing?" Just took my daughter home for the night???"

Han Shen couldn't bear it anymore, he took two steps to the window and slapped it open, leaning in half of his body: "Old man, do you think I look like a girl?"

His facial features are sharp and handsome, the old man looked at him in a daze: "This girl looks good, and her voice is quite rough."

Chen Chen was so happy that he ran straight forward, the sycamore forest was lined up in two lines, and the trees were full of shadows. Han Shen couldn't understand the old man, so he looked back at Chen Chen: "Are you laughing again?"

The teacher's garden is an old-fashioned tube building. Han Shen just ran in and wanted to catch and beat Chen Chen, but he put a finger on his lips: "Don't make noise, everyone is sleeping now, and there is a law professor living on the first floor. If you get angry, I will send you a lawyer's letter." letter."

After thinking about it, Han Shen raised his right hand and sniped at Chen Chen: "Bang——"

Chen Chen turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and was suddenly dragged back by him. Just when he heard this sound, his heart was pressed against his heart by a hard finger, and the light shone on Han Shen's face.

Being very close, Han Shen's complexion was dyed orange-yellow, his eyes rolled, his lips were beautifully shaped and red in color, his voice was a little hoarse, and his fingers were on the beat of his heart.

boom--

thump—

bang bang-

dong dong——

Han Shen was just joking and had no other intentions. After poking it twice, he casually moved away. Unexpectedly, Chen Chen grabbed his hand suddenly.

The strength is very heavy.

Chen Chen stared at him and said, "You seem like a childish elementary school chicken."

Han Shen: "..."

Chen Chen turned around and walked upstairs.

The kid looks so pretty.

Even my own heart would suddenly miss a beat.

Turn on the light, the living room displays a fabric floral sofa, soft curtains on the floor, warm and clean tones, the arrangement is extremely warm, the hostess seems to be quite girlish.

Han Shen didn't see Chen Chen's parents when he came in, and asked, "Are your parents asleep?"

"I live alone." Chen Chen went to the refrigerator to get a drink.

In the center of the living room is a double-entry spiral staircase, covered with mottled literary posters. It seems that the upper floor has a hole in the sky, and the area is not small.

Han Shen confirmed: "Do you live alone?"

"My mother lives in the new campus."

"Where's your dad?" Han Shen unscrewed the Coke and took a sip.

"He is building a free America." Chen Chen paused, his tone quite calm.

Han Shen didn't know what to say: "Oh."

Chen Chen lowered his head and laughed.

Most of the families would definitely support their studies if they had a top student. They didn't expect Chen Chen to be a good student.

Han Shen was surprised for a moment.

"Are you taking a bath? I'll find you clothes." Chen Chen led him upstairs.

In the center of the upper floor is a large semi-circular study room, with two rows of towering bookshelves filled with books and classics, and one can smell the decaying smell of the pages when one gets close.There are two rooms on the left and right, and Han Shen found that there is a staircase at the end of the corridor.

"What's upstairs?"

Chen Chen took a look: "The garden."

There are also gardens.

"Your family..." Han Shen considered his words, "My impression is that you are a millionaire in the slums."

Chen Chen smiled.

"No, originally there was only one floor. My mother shared a set, and my father shared a set. After the merger, they occupied the roof by the way and decorated it like this."

How old do you think it was.

Zhuang Nianying had such a gentle temper like water, but at that time she also quarreled with others without blushing or panting.

"My clothes are quite clean, do you mind?"

Han Shen followed Chen Chen to his room, and was asked, "Okay."

Chen Chen's room was quite standard, with a window facing the desk, and a row of bookshelves against the wall were also full of books.

Two maps were pasted on the wall, and a row of crimson paper was floating by the window, with poems and songs printed on it.

Genuine, scholarly family.

It exudes a simple atmosphere of "very strong cultural heritage", and Han Shen feels that this temperament is too strong.

Chen Chen should also be a bookworm with a thick background.

Han Shen accidentally saw the test paper on Chen Chen's desk: "You, took my test paper out of the 17 exam room?"

At that time, Chen Chen wanted to apologize to him, but after he passed, he saw that Han Shen had already handed in the answer sheet and left, and only got this test paper.

Han Shen's face was subtle: "You are so perverted."

Chen Chen: "..."

He stared at his test paper over and over again, isn't that abnormal?

"...Have you had dinner yet?" Chen Chen changed the subject in a resigned manner.

"No."

"I'll cook you something."

"Then I'll take a shower first."

When Han Shen came out of the bathroom, Chen Chen was still busy in the kitchen, and went to the small rooftop garden on the top floor in his spare time.

It was pitch-black, and only vague shadows of vegetation could be seen. Han Shen turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and scanned around. The flowers of the season were in full bloom, grapes were entwined, geckos hung down half of the wall, and a small fertile soil cultivated countless Unclear species of flowers and plants.

Turn to the other side.

There is a large painting on the whitewashed wall, the blue sky, the green mountains, a man and a woman are leading a little boy to fly a kite on the lawn.

The painting is very clumsy, as if it was done by a child accompanied by his parents.

The colors were applied by watercolor brushes and have faded badly, but are reasonably well preserved.

Han Shen took two steps forward, and footsteps sounded on the stairs.

With a "click", the roof was as bright as day.

Chen Chen came out from the shadows: "This is my secret garden."

Han Shen: "Can't you go in?"

Chen Chen smiled: "Yes." He turned around and looked around: "What did you see? Oh, this."

He walked to the wall painting without even looking at it. He pulled out a sun visor cloth from top to bottom, hung it down and fastened it on all sides.

Han Shen didn't quite understand the series of operations.

Chen Chen turned around and smiled: "I'll give you three seconds, forget what you just saw, three, two, one—"

According to usual, Han Shen has already scolded "stupid".

But at this time, Chen Chen's face was obviously calm, and the meaning clearly said "you have invaded my space", he was very embarrassed, and nodded: "I have forgotten."

"I just like a sensible child like you."

Chen Chen locked the garden entrance.

Going downstairs, Chen Chen walked in front of him and kept silent. Han Shen always felt that something was wrong, and it took him a while to come up with a similar description.

Chen Chen at home and Chen Chen at school seem to have two faces.

Some are silent, some are difficult to get close to.

There is also a kind of cold stubbornness in the care of the family, as if he is wary that Han Shen will dig out a corpse that has been hidden for a long time at any time.

Han Shen dispelled the thoughts in his head.

He was wearing Chen Chen's grass-colored T-shirt, and sat on the dining table. Chen Chen brought out the stewed beef just now: "It was stewed at night, and now it's warmed up for you to eat. Do you mind?"

Han Shen picked up his chopsticks and put beef, bamboo shoots and radishes into the bowl.

At around twelve o'clock in the morning, Chen Chen turned on the TV and didn't see any interesting programs, but a rebroadcast of a Mid-Autumn Festival reunion news.

The tide outside the window was heavy, Chen Chen leaned forward to grab a handful: "It's going to rain."

Han Shen ate a slice of chili, so hot that he shook his chopsticks, and a bottle of strawberry milk was delivered by his side.

After Han Shen finished eating, Chen Chen came up to pack up the chopsticks and bowls and went to the kitchen.

Han Shen felt a little embarrassed, stepped forward to the kitchen door to watch him wash, and asked after a while, "How long have you lived alone?"

Chen Chen didn't look back: "After the high school entrance examination."

Right.

You were crazy about competing to distract yourself?Still want to prove something to your mother?

Han Shen wanted to ask a little bit, but he looked down at the tiles for a while, but still didn't ask.

He didn't like to pester others to ask questions, especially for Chen Chen, he had an inexplicable premonition.

Not asking is the greatest courtesy.

He had just returned to the sofa and sat down when the phone rang again.Han Shen hadn't opened it until now, and only then did he see Shen Lan's phone.

She went to visit the factory in another place, and now she was free. Remembering that it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, she called the servant at home and asked Han Shen if he had lost his temper when he was eating alone at home for the festival.As a result, the servant said that the young master did not come home last night.

She called Han Shen several times before getting through, her voice anxious: "What are you doing? Why don't you answer the phone?"

Han Shen looked at his watch: "One o'clock in the morning, check the time."

Shen Lan asked: "Where are you?"

"Student's home."

"Student?" Shen Lan didn't believe it at all, "Don't fool around outside and make excuses."

Han Shen raised his phone, and Chen Chen said immediately: "Auntie, Han Shen is at my house now, and I am his deskmate."

Shen Lan was speechless, and when she heard this voice, she always felt that something was wrong: "Which deskmate, did you hit the deskmate in the principal's office together last time?"

Han Shen: "..."

Having already guessed what Shen Lan was going to say next, she quickly hung up the phone.Sure enough, Shen Lan recalled it in WeChat, and kept posting advices such as "Boys should protect themselves" and "Don't look at him as a good-looking man so you can't control yourself".

There are many messages about Yan Xin and Xie Zhihang on WeChat.

[Young Master Qingchen: Brother, we didn’t mean that, we didn’t want to deny your existence in the band, or squeeze you out on purpose.Xi Wen is very pitiful, we want to help you ease your relationship with him. 】

[Hang: Sorry, sorry, sorry ancestor, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong]

[Young Master Qingchen: We didn’t do this right. We should have discussed it with you first, but considering that you rarely come back, we took advantage of a loophole...]

[Hang: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, ancestor, I give you my heart and my life, don't be angry, okay, answer the phone, please...]

Han Shen turned off the phone, and Chen Chen cleaned up and came over: "It's boring, do you want to sleep now?"

"I don't want to sleep at all."

"I don't want to sleep either."

Chen Chen took out a box of mooncakes from the drawer and opened it on the table: "Sing a song, King of Songs."

Han Shen was rather mournful, too lazy to ask, "Whoring for nothing?"

"WeChat transfers you 1000, and you sing "When Will the Moon Come?"."

Han Shen turned his mobile phone in his palm: "No, I will send you 2000 on WeChat, and you sing a song."

Chen Chen laughed twice.

It's really lazy, and now I'm too lazy to fight back when I'm being ridiculed: "I'm sorry, I'm selling myself, not a show."

He sat quietly for a while without speaking.

Chen Chen still stood up: "Go to sleep, I have to go to class tomorrow, I will prepare a guest room for you."

"I sleep on the sofa." Han Shen has a mental cleanliness obsession, and he doesn't want to touch the bed where strangers have slept.

Chen Chen looked at him and scratched his hair with his fingers: "How can I let you sleep on the sofa? It will damage my comprehensive and exquisite hospitality etiquette."

Han Shen: "..."

Chen Chen also smiled: "Otherwise you sleep on my bed, and I will sleep in the guest room."

Inexplicably, Han Shen didn't feel very repulsed