I married a bamboo horse

Cong Ke and Wen Youxing chatted for a few words before leaving, and Song Ziqian and Wen Youxing also went to the People's Hospital to remove the stitches.

After the thread was removed, Wen Youxing sat there seriously, listening to the doctor's instructions on what to eat and what not to eat. After the doctor finished speaking, Wen Youxing thanked him again and again, and went to the western medicine window to get the medicine. Song Ziqian looked at his busy eyes. Back view, the trace of unhappiness in school disappeared.

After coming out of the hospital, the two went to the supermarket and bought some snacks and quick-frozen dumplings. Wen Youxing thought about cooking dumplings for Song Ziqian.

"Song Ziqian." Wen Youxing didn't know what to do in the kitchen, "Call Yuxuan and Ziyu to have dinner together."

Song Ziqian put all the things in the refrigerator into the refrigerator, then walked behind Wen Youxing, and saw Wen Youxing washing the stick bones he bought in the supermarket just now.

"Okay." Song Ziqian stood behind Wen Youxing, seeing Wen Youxing's serious expression, he put his chin on Wen Youxing's shoulder and said, "I don't really want to eat dumplings today."

Wen Youxing froze, he felt that Song Ziqian seemed to be more and more fond of touching himself recently, "Then...then eat stick bone and drink stick bone soup." His tone was a bit stiff, Song Ziqian could see his nervousness , chuckled and said, "What are you nervous about?"

Song Ziqian's voice was a little hoarse, lingering in Wen Youxing's ears, but it sounded very pleasant, "I...I don't have it." Wen Youxing retorted him, and Song Ziqian couldn't help but lightly touch his ear with his cute reaction. He took a bite, "You're sick!" Wen Youxing wanted to frighten the arrogant Song Ziqian, but the soft chirping tone really didn't have any deterrent effect.

"Brother!" When Wen Ziyu and Song Yuxuan walked in, they saw Song Ziqian and Wen Youxing flirting there tenderly, "I can't see it! Do you both have to be so tired of cooking?"

Wen Youxing pushed Song Ziqian away a little angrily, then grabbed something in his hand, and threw it in Wen Ziyu's direction, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll sew your mouth up for you!"

Song Yuxuan caught the rag and said, "Brother You Xing, if you want to talk, speak up, what if you hurt Ziyu later." Wen Ziyu gave Song Yuxuan a thumbs up.

Wen Youxing gave the two of them a blank look, Song Yuxuan was still relying on Wen Youxing to help him pull the red line, he ran to the kitchen and said, "Here I come! I recently learned a new dish, and I'll fry it for you to try. "

"Yuxuan." Although Song Yuxuan was doing it, Wen Youxing didn't leave, "You teach me how to cook." After listening to Wen Youxing's words, Song Yuxuan almost choked to death with saliva, coughed for a long time and said, "My brother will Cooking, you don’t need to learn.”

Wen Youxing pouted, and said in a twisted voice, "I...I didn't want to fry it for your brother." The more he said, the lower his voice, in fact, he just wanted to fry it for Song Ziqian, "Just say you can't teach me to eat it." Teach me." Ignoring Song Yuxuan's expression of seeing a joke, Wen Youxing asked like a big brother.

Song Yuxuan repeatedly said three teaching characters, so Wen Youxing humbly studied in the kitchen, while Song Ziqian and Wen Ziyu watched TV and played with mobile phones in the living room.

"Zi Yu."

"Yes!" Wen Ziyu, who was suddenly named by Song Ziqian, replied very loudly. Song Ziqian rolled his eyes at Wen Ziyu and said, "How did your brother and Cong Ke know each other?"

"Huh?" Wen Ziyu looked puzzled, she hadn't heard Wen Youxing mention Cong Ke's name, "It's the one your brother used to come to hang out with when he was in the third year of middle school." Song Ziqian explained lightly.

"Ah... is that the senior who was admitted to Tsinghua University?" Wen Ziyu looked at Song Ziqian and asked, Song Ziqian nodded imperceptibly, "It seems that we met in some English speaking competition in the second year of junior high school." Wen Ziyu Answered after eating a biscuit.

Song Ziqian hummed lightly, turned his head slightly to look at Wen Youxing, who was studying in the kitchen, and finally opened the phone's Weibo, clicked it several times, and finally posted a Weibo, accompanied by a sketch he had drawn Back photo:

"Time flies, it's good that you are here."

As soon as it was sent out, it got tens of thousands of reposts.