Rarely fascinated

After Wen Cun and Fang Zhiyuan went to eat a very pleasant hot pot meal and went to the mall to buy two bags of snacks, they finally remembered that they had to go back to clean up the dormitory...

"Hey, the two of us are almost... We haven't been back for half a year, right?" Wen Cun thought about it with a little joy, "I think it's a face for us not to be expelled from the school."

Fang Zhiyuan also laughed, "I almost forgot what it was like."

"I guess there's a lot of dust on the floor." Wen Cun frowned, "You mop the floor first before I go in."

Fang Zhiyuan turned to look at him, "Why am I dragging it?"

Wen Cun's eyes widened, "Are you letting me go?"

"That must not be possible." Fang Zhiyuan wanted to rub his hair, but before he raised his hands, he found that he was carrying bags in both hands, and had to put them down again, "You can let... let... hey What is the last name of our head teacher?"

"Li." Wen Cun glanced at him, "Xueba, you have a bad memory."

"I can only remember your name in this world." Fang Zhiyuan blinked at Wen Cun, and said warmly.

Wen Cun looked at him for a while, then turned his head and bent down, "Ugh—"

"It's not your reaction, that's it." Fang Zhiyuan kicked him with the back of his foot, "I'm so sad, so sad."

"Hey, Brother Yuan, I don't think you're... not suitable for saying such nasty things." Wen Cun said with a smile, "It's too much to bear."

"What?" Fang Zhiyuan was dissatisfied, "You still despise me?"

"Then how can it be? I just think that you are so charming and awesome even if you don't speak. If you say a few words of love, it's not killing people." Wen Cun blinked his eyes sincerely, "Really."

"Then you see that I'm so charming, don't you plan to help me lighten my burden?" Fang Zhiyuan looked at his hands carrying big bags and small bags, and then at Wen Cun's empty hands, "Doesn't your conscience Does it hurt?"

Wen Cun felt that this conversation was a bit familiar, he thought for a while and said, "We little fairies have no conscience."

Fang Zhiyuan had a good laugh with his things in his hands, and he lost the strength to laugh, "You are very good at learning and selling."

Wen Cun looked at Fang Zhiyuan tenderly and affectionately, "People can only remember what you said."

The corner of Fang Zhiyuan's mouth twitched, he seemed to know what it was like to be gentle just now.

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When the two of them moved their luggage to the dormitory, Fang Zhiyuan's arms were sore from exhaustion. He not only carried two big bags of yogurt, mango and dragon fruit, but also their two winter luggage, school bags, daily necessities, etc. Wait...Of course Wen Cun also carried them. He carried their schoolbags back one by one on the chest and the other on the back. It was very hard.

"Hey!" Fang Zhiyuan made the bed, jumped on it, and lay on the bed with his limbs spread out in a "big" shape.

His physical fitness seems to be getting weaker and weaker recently... It may also be caused by indulging in some indescribable sports.

Wen Cun bent over to make the bed, without looking back, he said, "What are you going to eat tonight?"

"Didn't you just have lunch?" Fang Zhiyuan said in shock, "Are you hungry again?"

"No, you will be in a good mood in the afternoon when you know where the dinner will be." Wen Cun said.

"You can't say that." Fang Zhiyuan bit his lips, "Think about it, if you want to eat a family's pancake fruit, you have been thinking about it all afternoon, and when you go to eat at night, you find that the door is closed, how would you feel?"

"!" Wen Cun straightened up suddenly and stood up. He sat down on Fang Zhiyuan's bed with a very excited tone, "Let me tell you, I wanted to eat pork pie that time, but the pie seller didn't open. I waited at the door of my house for more than an hour and didn't wait, and I was angry for several days, and I didn't want to eat anymore."

Fang Zhiyuan was speechless, "...."

"There's no need to plan." Fang Zhiyuan said, "It's hard when things go against your wishes. Why don't you think about what to do and eat what you see."

"Brother Yuan." Wen Cun suddenly called out.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zhiyuan looked at him.

"Then have you ever thought about us?" Wen Cun pointed to him, then to himself, "We, in the future."

"I've thought about it." Fang Zhiyuan bit his lower lip, "One university, one city, one house, one bedroom, one bed, and you're old."

Wen Cun was silent for a long time before saying two words.

"What a coincidence."

It so happens that you think exactly the same as I do.

Fang Zhiyuan pressed Wen Wen's head, pressed Wen Wen's whole body down, and then put his lips on it.

The two of them often kiss like this, just a simple kiss, with the tip of their tongues wrapped around each other and their four lips touching.

"I...forgot that this is a dormitory."

When Wen Cun got up, he looked at the door with a guilty conscience, "Fortunately, no one came in."

Fang Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Who will come in."

"I have a group of younger brothers." Wen Cun gave him a disdainful look, "Just watch, someone will come in a while."

As a result, Wen Cun's words were released, and no one came at night, not a single person, not to mention my younger brother, even my younger brother Mao'er didn't see it.

Fang Zhiyuan wanted to laugh a little bit, but he didn't dare to mention it.

In the evening, Wen Wen and Fang Zhiyuan went to a roadside stall to eat beef noodles, and after eating, they strolled side by side in the moonlight and walked back.

"Is the class officially starting tomorrow?" Fang Zhiyuan asked in a low voice, "I have to go at 6 in the morning?"

"En." Wen Cun nodded, then corrected him and said, "Ten ten at six."

"By the way." Wen Cun was a little cold from the wind, and he retracted his neck, "How are Auntie and Uncle?"

"My dad is fine, and my mother said...it's a little serious, and I can't get out of bed yet." Fang Zhiyuan frowned, "The last time I called, my dad said he was already trying to get out of bed. He should be able to stand up in half a month, and if he fully recovers, it will be at least next year."

"If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed." Wen Cun said, "It's good that people are fine."

"En." Fang Zhiyuan rubbed his nose and said nothing.

Fang Zhiyuan took advantage of Saturdays and Sundays to get together with Gao Cheng and Ji Qingchi. After his family had an accident, these friends hadn't been in touch for a long time. At least they wanted to meet up to get in touch.

Of course, Fang Zhiyuan brought Wen Cun with him, after all, this is their future prospective "brother-in-law".

From the beginning, he felt that there must be something between Fang Zhiyuan and Wen Cun. When he knew that they had recovered, he was not surprised at all, but just looked at Fang Zhiyuan with meaningful eyes for a while.

"Brother Gao Cheng." Seeing them greet each other, Wen Cun seemed a little cautious, "Brother Ji."

In fact, Ji Qingchi is very handsome, with an elegant bookish look, he looks very warm and gentle like a breeze, he nodded with a smile, "I have heard Xiaoyuan tell you about you a long time ago, the first time we met, I will take care of you in the future."

In fact, Ji Qingchi's appearance is a bit different from Wen Cun's imagination. He thought that playing the underworld was...the kind of tall and strong burly man, but Fang Zhiyuan, Fang Zhihuan, Ji Qingchi, these people, look like They all look very weak, with those slender legs and that thin waist.

Alas, the world has changed.

Halfway through the meal, Fang Zhiyuan wiped his mouth with a tissue, then raised his head and asked Ji Qingchi, "Brother Ji, have you heard from Dong Xiaoyue these days?"