recovery reaction ABO

Yan Minglu has no requirements for food, as long as he can have a full stomach.In addition to being full, Lin Cha has to please those tricky relatives. He has worked hard on steaming, frying, frying and stewing, so it is fair to say that Lin Cha's craftsmanship is better than Yan Minglu's.

But Yan Shashen cooks in person, which is rare in a thousand years, and it would be a loss if he didn't eat clean.

Lin Cha tried hard to burp himself, but this gave Yan Minglu the illusion that he misjudged his own cooking skills, and used a flat tone to cover up his confidence: "Delicious?"

Lin Cha didn't give face: "It's not bad."

"Then you eat so crazy?"

"I'm hungry, and everything is delicious when I'm hungry."

Yan Minglu glanced at him, but stopped looking at him, and stopped talking.Lin Cha knew he was saying that he was heartless.

Heartless is false, not big or small is true, he lightly touched Yan Minglu's leg under the stage, his posture and words were unconsciously ambiguous: "But you made it yourself, I want to eat it again eat more."

Considered conscientious, Yan Minglu thought without changing his face.

Lin Cha was in a good mood, and on the way home he chatted about what happened to the drama club today.

According to the principle of the peacock opening its tail, Lin Cha probably wanted to invite him to watch the show, and Yan Minglu was waiting for the question whether you would come or not.

He has to think about it, and he can't just agree.Yan Minglu himself is interested in art and aesthetics. He has also seen a few world-tour-level operas, and his taste has been cultivated. He is not very interested in these children playing tricks.

But if it's Lin Cha on stage, it's not impossible to consider.

However, there was no sign of Lin Cha's invitation. Yan Minglu felt that Lin Cha's strategy was insufficient, and it would be meaningless to play hard to get after such an obvious trick.

As soon as we reached the downstairs of Lin's house, Lin Cha became enthusiastic and didn't hide his dissatisfaction: "But this play is very orthopedic. My role is nothing to read from the script. When I perform on stage, it's just a bit of a joke." I feel weird. The director always tells me to be sticky, I might be okay with other people, but why am I sticky with Jiang Zhe?"

"Jiang Zhe?"

"The one in the stairwell last time."

Yan Minglu thought, it turned out that Lin Cha's methods were still brilliant, not because he was trying to get him, but because he wanted to make himself jealous.

However, he misjudged the situation, thinking that a bitter trick would be enough for him to like him and be jealous of him, which was too wrong.

"There was a scene where I had to hug Jiang Zhe from behind."

……Um?

"Then he wanted to push me away, and I had to stalk me to death. The director said that he wanted to scramble my clothes, and wanted that 'messy, messy, tattered' aesthetic."

……

"This director is bringing private goods! He even asked me to call my brother in that tone."

... "When is the show?"

Yan Minglu was a little concerned, but his tone seemed indifferent, just asking casually.

Lin Cha thought to himself, don't come here. I gave the director some training today. Even Jiang Zhe himself couldn't stand the tone of calling him brother, and he couldn't get rid of the goosebumps.

"December." Lin Cha watched his reaction.

"Leave me a ticket."

Lin Cha's heart trembled, and she blurted out, "You can't come!"

It wasn't until the words came out that he felt that the matter was going to end. Yan Minglu was against him everywhere, and there might have been a turning point. Once he objected, he had to come: "Why not? You opened the drama club?"

"There's nothing to see here. What are you doing here? Don't you boast that time is precious? You have to blame it for wasting time when you come here."

"Looking for an opportunity to make fun of you," Yan Minglu said, "it's not a waste of time."

In fact, there was really no way to stop him from coming to Lin Cha, and he didn't run the drama club, so Lin Cha could only mutter what kind of attitude it was, and that he came here to make fun of the actors.

After Lin Cha's wound was treated and bandaged, the bleeding had completely stopped. Before he got out of the car, Yan Minglu called his name again: "Lin Cha."

He turned around.Yan Minglu put his hands on the steering wheel and looked at him with a half-smile: "It's not a waste of time to hear you call brother."

Yan Minglu was joking about the incident in the stairwell again. At that time, he refused to call Jiang Zhe his brother. Can Yan Minglu remember clearly: "'Brother Lin, be good, come and call me brother'?"

Lin Cha was embarrassed when he thought of that, and slammed the car door bitterly: "Who will call you brother!"

Yan Minglu sat in the car and waited for the lights in Lin Cha's house to turn on before driving on the road again.

This is impossible, he reaffirmed this conclusion, Lin Cha could not be that little boy back then, the elder brother who came out of the dream with that cry, it was just a sequela of his rehearsal today.

After the child was sent for radiation cleaning, he was picked up by his relatives to go abroad.So many years have passed, and each other is like two small grains of sand that have entered the vast sea.

How can there be such a clever arrangement in the world, everything just seems to be destined.

On Monday, Townsend and Jiang Zhe took good care of Lin Cha's wound and asked why there was an extra bandage on his knee for no reason. Lin Cha replied that it was just a flesh wound and it would heal soon.Indeed, it will get better soon, the metabolism is fast at this age.

Lin Cha felt that it was all worthwhile, no matter how deep the wound was, it would heal sooner or later, and he got the answer.

Yan Minglu is really a man with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart. When he saw that he fell, he took him home to bandage the wound, and cooked himself, and finally sent him downstairs.Maybe another person would take care of another injured person within his ability, but he always felt that Yan Minglv was more gentle and considerate.

So he made soup for Yan Mingli.

Cooking soup is a patient job, it takes a long time, and the essence of the soup is slowly baked out of the skin with a warm fire, and penetrates into the juice. aroma.

Yan Minglu smelled it during the meal, and when he turned around to see that Lin Cha had indeed simmered something on the stove, he asked with his eyes.

Lin Cha sandwiched the green vegetables, feeling joyful in his heart for no reason, and said, "You'll find out after a while."

"Refining poison?" Yan Minglu still had no good words.

"Poison won't kill you," Lin Cha replied, "You'll be free from all five poisons yourself."

Yan Minglu has the habit of exercising, and is a person who can't stand the heat. He often turns on the air conditioner at home.Lin Cha's house doesn't have an air conditioner, so he likes to stay at Yan Minglu's house.

It happened that it took a long time to cook the soup, and after eating and washing the dishes, everything was tidied up and there was still no result.Lin Cha took out the computer from his backpack, sat cross-legged on the single sofa beside him and read a book.Yan Minglu looked up from the editorial.

Lin Cha didn't frown when he was serious, he was focused, his eyes were like a pair of stars.When he is serious, he also has a pleasing and obedient appearance.

Yan Minglu knew that he was a studious person with a spirit of research.He heard from his colleagues that this year's No.1 person is good-looking and talented. After class, he asked sharp questions and had to come up with an answer, which is a very good material.

"Professor," he suddenly used the honorific title, "are you familiar with embryology?"

"Focus on molecular biology."

Lin Cha seemed disappointed, Yan Minglu added, "Take a look."

Lin Cha snuggled closer with the computer in his hands: "I read anatomy the hardest. Those pictures are so difficult to understand. The formation of the digestive tract is even more difficult to understand. It twists and turns."

Lin Cha read foreign textbooks, and he explained that if he wanted to do scientific research in the future, he should equip himself with professional English as soon as possible.

The development of medical scientific research is still focused on Europe and the United States. Lin Cha's plan should be to study abroad, perhaps like Yan Minglu, to do a master's and doctoral degree.

Yan Minglu scanned the illustrations. He was not familiar with embryos after fourteen days, but he had the impression that he had been exposed to this subject, so he quickly figured it out and explained it to Lin Cha with gestures.Only at this time will they not bicker, one output and one input, and they cooperate seamlessly.

"I understand, I understand," Lin Cha said excitedly, "This pancreas has turned around from here, and it's stuck together. Thank you, Professor, I finally understand. I'm so happy."

His happiness is so simple, when he smiled, his dimples swirled again, and when they got too close, the happiness became a feather-like thing, scratching the tip of Yan Minglv's heart, making him suddenly want to pinch his dimples.

Yan Minglu's hand reached mid-air, Lin Cha jumped up again, smiling broadly: "Ah, my soup is ready, come here, give me a helping hand."

Only then did Yan Minglu realize what he wanted to do, and his breathing couldn't help but fortunately Lin Cha turned around and went to the kitchen after saying this, not noticing his unnaturalness.

But soon Yan Minglu couldn't hide this unnaturalness.The soup is crystal clear, a liquid gem.Lin Cha said that this soup moistens the throat and lungs, so he will put it in his thermos and drink it tomorrow because there will be more classes on Thursday.

Yan Minglu can see his thoughtfulness from his style of doing things, but he didn't expect that he would put this thoughtfulness on himself.

After Lin Cha explained, he took a sip of the soup. It was very sticky and sweet, and the joy in his eyes disappeared. He complained that it was so sweet that he would definitely be thirsty after drinking it.

He poured a glass of water into the soup, and tasted a little bit until his tongue felt a neutral taste, which kept the sweetness but was not too greasy, and then put Yan Minglu into the thermos.

Yan Minglu watched him finish these things in silence, and many thoughts passed through his mind.

Seeing Yan Minglu's expression changed, Lin Cha was afraid that he might misunderstand something, so he quickly resumed his gag: "But you suspect that I poisoned you, so let's take it to the laboratory for testing tomorrow."

"Lin Cha." Yan Minglu suddenly called out his name, the voice was soft but clear, Yan Minglu had never called Lin Cha like that before.Lin Cha's heart skipped a beat and his brows raised.Yan Minglv's lips moved, as if he was about to speak, but finally he stopped.

Lin Cha frowned, his expression unable to hide his emotion: "Don't think too much, this is just a thank you for my injury last Saturday."

Strict law does not believe.He then asked Lin Cha if there was a play rehearsal this Saturday.

"Every week, from twelve to five, why?"

"What do you say?"

The time elapsed in this second, and this was Yan Minglv's last confirmation of Lin Cha's intentions.

But Lin Cha didn't think much, just followed the direction in Yan Minglv's words, and asked with a smile, "Are you coming to pick me up?"

Well, Yan Minglv thought, he really likes me.