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At noon, the bell for the last class finally rang, and the students who had been reviewing in the classroom all morning immediately rushed out of the door and went straight to the cafeteria.

Sha Ou stood up with his coat in his hand, and when he turned around, he saw Lu Weiming frowning, and he was about to collapse on the desk again.

The three words "Let me go" came to my mouth, stuck for two seconds, and when I exited, it became: "Hey, are you okay?"

He also asked the same question in the second class, but Lu Weiming answered him personally, but since he received the painting in the third class, the other party quickly withered like a spring flower in the snow, Even when the flag was raised at the school meeting during the big class break, they all frowned and dragged down the stairs.

And - Shaou saw Lu Weiming's hand on his stomach, and probably had a guess in his heart.

"It's okay." He was obviously suffering, but he was still stubborn, "Oh, you want to go home, right?" He said and slowly moved the chair forward.

Even the reaction was a lot sluggish, which shows how uncomfortable it is.

Sha Ou didn't move, and felt a little bit sorry. If his stomach hurt, it probably had something to do with the drinking that night. He automatically took half of the responsibility and said, "You... go to the cafeteria to eat something. , may feel better, or go to the infirmary to see the school doctor."

Lu Weiming was obviously not ready to accept the sudden care. He froze for a moment and pretended to be calm: "No, the food in the cafeteria is no different from self-abuse. I don't even want to eat food, let alone medicine. Well, I don’t want to see the cafeteria aunt or the school doctor now, and…” There was a bit of yearning in his tone, and there was a little bit of grievance that was not easy to detect, “And I want to drink soup now, preferably pork belly Atractylodes atractylodes soup, or porridge are also fine, chrysanthemum porridge with rock sugar, it is fragrant and sweet—tsk, anyway, I don’t want to eat cafeteria and I don’t want to take medicine.”

A muffled thunder suddenly resounded across the sky, the gull looked out the window, the sky was gloomy and terrible, the sun at noon disappeared behind the thick lead clouds, and an autumn rain might surprise at any time.

He turned his eyes back to the school uniform shirt Lu Weiming was wearing, and the hand holding the jacket unconsciously tightened and then loosened. After thinking for a moment, he asked softly, "You, do you want to... ...going to my house for lunch?"

Lu Weiming suddenly raised his head, his eyes were burning, and he couldn't believe it as if he didn't hear clearly: "...what?"

The words were out of his mouth, and finally the rare unbearable feeling in his heart overcame the hidden concerns. Sha Ou pursed the corners of his mouth and repeated: "I said, do you want to go to my house for lunch? The pork belly and Baizhu soup may be too late. Still, chrysanthemum porridge is achievable."

There is chrysanthemum powder ready to dry at home, as well as rock sugar and japonica rice. Cooking porridge is not time-consuming and labor-intensive for Shaou.

The key point is that this sand sculpture took the initiative to slap his face in order to apologize. It's just a lunch, and it's not a big deal.

"Damn it!" Lu Weiming jumped up from his seat, with a bright smile in his eyes, he broke the precept as soon as he stretched out his long arms, he directly grabbed Sha Ou's shoulders, and walked out of the classroom with people around, " Walk around, it's just chrysanthemum porridge, believe it or not if I can drink a pot!"

When going downstairs, Sha Ou tried repeatedly to free the arm around his shoulders, but all failed. He didn't until he got to the bicycle shed, he threw away the idiot who was eager to drink porridge, unlocked the bicycle, and turned around to see Lu Weiming stood still with his hands down, Shaou couldn't help but ask, "Where's your bicycle?"

Lu Weiming rubbed his toes on the small stones on the cement slab road, and said, "I didn't ride, I came here by bus in the morning."

Actually no, counting it, Young Master Lu has hardly ever taken a bus in his more than ten years of life. It was cold in the morning, and he was too lazy to ride a bike. He greeted his grandfather and asked the driver to take him out.But at this moment, facing the half-new men's bicycle that Sha Ou was pushing, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, so he prevaricated casually.

6 o'clock in the morning is the uniform departure time of all buses in Fengyu City, and the morning training time of Tite coincides with the departure time. Shaou knows it well, but he doesn't reveal it. He pushes his bicycle and walks outside the school, "I bring you."

"Are you taking me? Are you kidding me!" Lu Weiming, tall and long-legged, caught up with him in two steps, trying to grab the handlebars of the bicycle, "Don't you think it's a bit violent to hide my handsome face on your back? I'll come Ride, you guide the way behind."

Sha Ou is about the same height as him, and roughly looks only two or three centimeters shorter than himself, but his white and thin arms and legs don't look like he has the strength to ride him on a cart. Tired, who can he ask for reimbursement for the chrysanthemum porridge at noon?

"Stop talking." Sha Ou threw the coat in his hand on him, stretched his legs and stepped onto the car seat, and kicked forward without looking at the people behind him, "Jump up."

"Damn." A gust of wind blew by, and the sand gull had already ridden several meters away. Lu Weiming put his coat on his shoulders, and took a step to catch up. He took two steps at a time, and sat firmly in the back seat.

The car body sank suddenly, and the handlebar in his hand turned twice with the inertia of the car body. After Sha Ou stabilized himself, he tilted his head and said "Put on the jacket", and exerted force under his feet. Facing the wind, he rushed forward.

Even with people, Xiaoou still rode at a very fast speed. The cold wind passed sideways, and the clothes were poured in along the cuffs. The white school uniform shirt was blown up, and it quickly collapsed when turning, and it was pressed against the body. Under the white cloth, the juvenile's thin and protruding shoulder blades were vaguely outlined. When riding to the next intersection, Shaou felt a sudden warmth on the side of his waist.

Two arms passed through both sides of his waist, he looked down distractedly, and saw Lu Weiming clutching the sleeve of his school uniform jacket in his hand, stretched his arms and shook, the jacket unfolded, and the whole clothes acted as a windshield quilt Same, surrounded in front of him.

Lu Weiming's hands stretching his clothes were still staying beside his arms. Shaou felt that the cold wind was instantly cut off. In his impression, he couldn't remember how many years he hadn't experienced such a feeling of being deliberately cared for, so he held The hand holding the handlebar unconsciously tightened a little, but he didn't say anything, but the speed of pedaling accelerated again.

"Hey, wait a minute!" When they were still 5 minutes away from the community, they passed a chain supermarket, and Lu Weiming behind him suddenly made a sound, and tied the sleeves in his hands into a knot behind Shaou two or three times, and then jumped down. In the back seat, he said "wait for me for 2 minutes", and rushed into the supermarket gate in a flash.

"Hey..." Sha Ou had no time to stop him, and he had already disappeared.

The wind was about to rain, lead clouds covered the curtain, and the sky was even gloomy than when he just left the school. Fortunately, Lu Weiming ran out from the supermarket, holding a huge fruit basket in his hand.

Sha Ou and others walked in and took a look. The fruit basket was full of imported fruits, full of color and sweet in taste.

Sha Ou frowned slightly. Although he knew Lu Weiming's intentions, he still felt that it was a bit of a fuss. Even if the chrysanthemum porridge made by the best porridge house in Fengyu City, the price might not be the same as this fruit basket.

Lu Weiming held the fruit basket in one hand, and patted Sha Ou's back with the other: "What are you looking at, it's not for you. It's the first time I come to disturb you. I must make a good impression on the elders."

The young man's secret thoughts were inadvertently stabbed by the word "elder", Sha Ou was distracted for a moment, and then turned around without waiting for Lu Weiming to urge him, pedaling his bicycle and rushing into the hazy distance again.

At the gate of the community, the sky finally began to drop scattered raindrops. Shaou pushed the bicycle into the corridor, turned his feet, and ran out again.

Lu Wei's name is unknown, so he can only keep up with the big fruit basket.

There is a community water station at the gate of the community. A string of shell wind chimes is hung on the glass door of the water station. When the wind blows, the owner of the water station raises his head from the counter and laughs before anyone speaks, "Little A gull is asking for water?"

"Well." Shaou walked to the rows of barreled water on the ground, picked up a bucket in one hand, turned around and said, "Uncle Wang, I will bring you the water ticket and the empty barrel at home in the afternoon. I will bring the water first." Take it away, okay?"

"Sure, don't worry!" The owner of the water station is a cheerful person. He has been running the water station in this community for many years and is familiar with most of the residents. "Are you just coming home from school to cook?"

"Yeah." Sha Ou walked out carrying two buckets of water, not used to this kind of heated conversation, so he just said "Goodbye, Uncle Wang" and went out.

Outside the door of the water station, Lu Weiming was standing in the dense rain with a fruit basket in his arms. He was obviously taken aback when he saw the shape of Sha Ou carrying a bucket in one hand.

"Damn it! Since I met you, I feel that I have an additional problem of intermittent blindness." He walked over and changed the fruit basket to his left hand, "This bucket of pure water is standard for [-] liters, right? The density is one kilogram per liter, so the twenty liters of water..." Lu Weiming converted it, and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Forty catties with bare hands? Can't tell, you white skin and tender meat Thin arms, this is pierced by King Kong Barbie's soul, right?"

While babbling, he stretched out his right hand, trying to take a bucket of water from Sha Ou, but Sha Ou dodged sideways and walked quickly to the residential building, "No, hurry up, it's raining heavily."

Lu Weiming looked at Sha Ou's steady figure walking like flying: "..."

As expected, there are always new surprises every day.

Sha Ou's family lived on the second floor, and the two stood in front of the house one behind the other, when the anti-theft door opened from the inside to the outside with a "click".

Sha Yan was still standing in the house, when he saw the person behind his brother, his expression was obviously taken aback, he opened his mouth, but made no sound.

Shaou walked into the living room with two buckets of water, put the bucket in the shoe cabinet in the entrance, took out two pairs of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet, lowered his head to change his shoes, and introduced to his younger brother in a low voice: "My classmate, call me brother That's fine." After changing one, he turned to the person outside the door, "This is my younger brother, Sha Yan also—what are you doing standing at the door, come in."

"Oh." Lu Weiming entered the room with a fruit basket in his arms, and introduced himself before changing his shoes, "Hello, my name is Lu Weiming, and I'm at the same table as Sha Ou."

"Oh... hello, brother!" Sha Yan recovered from the shock, smiled at Lu Weiming with the corners of his mouth pulled, and then rushed to the door of Mr. Sha's house with a "swish", eagerly Greeting from the room: "Grandpa, grandpa! Come on, my brother is back, and his classmate is here!"

"Student?" The staggering footsteps came out of the room, Lu Weiming changed into his slippers, and when he looked up, he saw a thin old man coming out of the room, looking at him with both surprise and inquiry .

Feeling a bit puzzled, Lu Weiming put the fruit basket on the coffee table in the living room, then walked up to Mr. Sha, bowed politely and said, "Hi, Grandpa, I'm a classmate of Sha Ou, I'm sorry to bother you today, first I came too hastily this time, so I brought you some fruit, please forgive me."

As soon as this set of arguments was said, those who didn't know it thought it was a blind date coming to see their parents.

"No, no!" Mr. Sha's wrinkled face burst into a smile, and he pulled Lu Weiming to sit on the sofa, "Little Ou usually doesn't have many friends, and you are the first one to come to our house except Zhao He." , Don’t be a stranger when you come here for the first time, eat more at noon, and come to play often in the future!”

Lu Weiming responded bluntly, talked with the old man on the sofa for a while, and then his eyes drifted into the small kitchen uncontrollably following the background of Sand Ou.

The shirt on Sha Ou was wet from the rain, but time was limited, so he didn't have time to change, so he washed his hands under the kitchen faucet, and started to prepare lunch.

The rice was already stuffed, and before he came back, Sha Yan had cut up the vegetables and prepared them for frying. He took out the porridge casserole from the cupboard, chrysanthemum powder and rock sugar, soaked the round-grained rice in water twice, and started cooking. Cook porridge.

After the porridge was cooked, I unscrewed the gas stove on the other side and started cooking.

Xiaoou cooks at high speed and concentrates, so he doesn't even notice when someone is standing at the kitchen door.

Lu Weiming quietly leaned against the door frame, watching the back of Shaou busy alone in the small kitchen.

"Gudu Gudu" means cooking sweet porridge over a warm fire; a sound of "stab" means the tender vegetables are put into the oil pan, and the touch of "ding dong" means the stir-frying with a shovel.

The range hood buzzed, and the movements of Shaou's hands were smooth and orderly. Lu Weiming couldn't help but think amidst the fragrance, cooking is probably one of the skills that he will never be able to master skillfully in his life. One, as for Shaou, how many times and how many years did he do it to achieve the superb cooking skills that he is now so proficient in, and can calmly step forward in the face of splashing oil stars, without avoiding or evading?

Shaou was holding the frying pan to put the last dish on the plate. Just as he put down the pot, a big hand with well-defined joints stretched out from behind. He was startled, and when he turned around abruptly, he saw Lu Weiming picking up the dish. , smiled at him, and walked to the living room dining table.

Sha Ou: "..." How long have you been standing, and the timing is so accurate?

The chrysanthemum porridge was ready, and Sha Ou took a thick porcelain plate with a casserole and put it on the table. Sha Yan also volunteered to serve the meal. It was raining heavily outside, and the sky was so low that it was not like daytime. The food in the dining room was fragrant, and the four of them ate lunch comfortably with the increasing rain outside the window.

The taste of chrysanthemum porridge is soft and silky, with a hint of sweetness in the fragrance. One sip will leave the fragrance on the teeth and cheeks, and another sip will warm up the internal organs.

Others ate rice and stir-fried vegetables, Lu Weiming drank the porridge by himself with a pile of sour and appetizing kimchi diced, only to find that the porridge casserole was full, except for Mr. Sha who drank a small bowl, the rest was almost gone in his stomach.

Sha Yan also looked at Lu Weiming bowl after bowl of porridge with a satisfied expression, and couldn't help being curious: "Brother Weiming, is this porridge so delicious?"

"Yeah." Lu Weiming nodded hastily, and replied with emphasis: "Special, rare, outstanding and delicious!"

Sha Ou raised his hands to pick up the vegetables, hiding the slight smile on his lips.

"Hiss, then I'll try it too!"

As Sha Yan was still talking, he went to get the porcelain spoon to serve the porridge, and just as he stretched out his hand, he was suddenly hit on the back of his hand, and he quickly withdrew his hand, feeling a little grievanced in doubt: "Brother, why did you hit me! "

"A little awareness of the way of hospitality." Sha Ou spit out lightly, took the porcelain spoon in his hand, and poured the last bowl of porridge into Lu Weiming's bowl.

Sha Yan also muttered dissatisfiedly: "Brother Ren Weiming came to eat at home for the first time, and he only gave people gruel. I don't know what kind of hospitality you are..."

Sha Ou sat back on his seat, picked up the bowl again, and replied slowly: "He has a bad stomach, so he can only eat some soft rice."

Lu Weiming: "..."

All right, you are tough—Wen Neng cooks sweet porridge in the kitchen, and Wu Neng carries buckets with bare hands.

Today, this "soft rice" is eaten, but it still has a special flavor in my heart.