Look at that pair of school grass

I slept soundly all night.

Su An woke up in the bright but not spacious bedroom of her own home the next day, her eyes were sleepy, her consciousness was confused, and her mind was full of: Who am I?where am I?what happened?

He was sprawled on the bed, the quilt and pillows were all in a mess, obviously he didn't sleep well last night.

Immediately afterwards, a suffocating urge to urinate swept through his body, Su An reluctantly got up, and just as his head left the pillow, he felt a drowsy dull pain, as if he was hungover.

Wait, he seems to remember.

It was indeed a hangover.

The memories in my head went through from the birthday party last night, to Meng Ying's sudden confession to him, then to him running around looking for Shen Zhi, and finally became blurred when drinking with Shen Zhi.

Needless to say, Su An also knew that Qi Wenxuan must have sent him back.

Thinking of this, he quickly turned on the phone to find Qi Wenxuan to collude with him, and a bunch of news rushed out the moment he unlocked it. The series of small red dots in the list made Su An's concentration phobia almost happen.

Su An ignored other people's concerns, opened the chat box with Qi Wenxuan, and saw that the other party had already left a message at one o'clock in the morning:

——It’s impossible to explain it when you’re drunk. I told Aunt Lan that you were so popular and you were raped by the boys in the class. She probably wouldn’t blame you.

— Wake up and give me a message, good night.

Su An rubbed her head and typed:

——Wake up~ Good morning.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning, and it was rare that Yang Lan hadn't called Su An to wake up until now when she was at home. After answering this one, Su An threw down her phone, and hurriedly rushed out of the room with her slippers on to the toilet.

Yang Lan was preparing lunch in the kitchen, when she heard the noise she stuck her head out and shouted towards the living room: "Damn boy, are you finally willing to wake up?"

"Morning mother!" Su An's voice came through the wooden door of the toilet, "I have something to say later! Urgent!"

"Forget it if you suffocate!" Yang Lan scolded.

After solving the major life issues in the morning, Su An Liu Hai was wet with water when he washed his face and put it on his forehead. He put it aside on both sides, and went to the kitchen with a refreshed face to open the refrigerator.

"Breakfast is in the microwave." Yang Lan pouted at him, washing the vegetables with her hands, "Did your classmate celebrate her birthday yesterday?"

"Yeah." Su An responded by pressing the microwave oven to heat up, waiting quietly beside her.

"Don't stand in front of the microwave oven, there is radiation." Yang Lan gave him a hand, and continued to ask, "Your classmates are really...why do you drink so much? You are only so old, and you come back like that? It's troublesome Jiaxuan again. Xuan sent you back, and took care of you here until the early morning."

"Ah?" Su An was taken aback, "Did brother Xuan put me in bed yesterday?"

Yang Lan rolled his eyes at him: "Yeah, you see Xuanxuan is so sensible and considerate of my hard work, but he can't touch a young man like you. He is here to scrub and change your pajamas for you, otherwise you think you are still Can you lie on the bed clean like this? If you drink like that, you will stink after a night of boredom."

No wonder I didn't go back to send messages until one o'clock in the morning yesterday. Qi Wenxuan usually goes to bed early.

The microwave oven finished working with a "ding--", Su An took out hot porridge from inside, rolled back to the room and took out the mobile phone. With the mobile phone in one hand and chopsticks in the other, he slowly dug the porridge from the pickles on the table and ate it.

As expected, Qi Wenxuan's message has come back:

——Morning, is there something wrong?

Su An bit the tip of her chopsticks and laughed, then typed back:

——No, it’s pretty good, I fell asleep until I woke up naturally.I heard from my mother that you were the one who took care of me to bed last night?

Qi Wenxuan said:

——Yes, Su Xiaoan, it's time for you to lose weight.

——It took me a lot of effort to put the pajama pants on for you, it was so heavy.

Su An looked down at her legs under her baggy pajama pants, which had nothing to do with "fat", then touched her belly that was slightly swollen due to her sitting posture, and replied unconvinced:

--I!talent!No!fat!

——Brother Xuan, you should train your muscles!

After a while, a picture was sent over.

The background is the familiar Qi Wenxuan's room. The person in the photo lifts up the hem of his clothes with one hand, revealing the entire abdominal muscle line.

Su An subconsciously counted, one, two, three, four, five, six... Well, six yuan.

Although it's not as clear as those sports students, but compared to Su An's soft belly, at least it doesn't need to be said by Su An to train muscles.

Comparing people to others makes people angry, just like he can cry Shen Zhi angrily, Qi Wenxuan can also cry him angrily.

Followed by another message:

——Reciprocity, how about yours?

Su An thought for a while, and found a photo of braised pork belly from the Internet and sent it:

— Please eat.

Qi Wenxuan sitting across the door laughed out loud when he saw the picture loaded.

"Who are you chatting with so happily?" Yang Lan wiped her hands and came out of the kitchen, looked down at her son's mobile phone screen, and saw two pictures.

Su An didn't know why, and blocked it with a guilty conscience: "It's nothing, I'm chatting with Xuanxuan."

"Oh." Yang Lan walked to the other side of the table and sat down, took a sip of the tea from her water cup, "You boys chatting...do you all send nude photos to each other like this?"

Su An almost spit out a mouthful of porridge, and half a grain of rice choked into the air pipe, and it took him a long time to get over it.

"Mom!" He coughed and his face was flushed, explaining dumbfoundedly, proving his innocence, "When did we take a naked photo? That was Xuanxuan showing me his muscles just now! Does Xiu know that!"

"Wake up early in the morning," Yang Lan asked puzzled, "Why is he showing you your muscles?"

Su An felt that this question couldn't be explained, and the more he described it, the more strange it became, so he simply changed the subject directly: "I didn't do anything...Mom, what are you having for lunch today?"

"Oh, braised pork, your favorite." Yang Lan said, and got up and went to the kitchen to prepare vegetables, "I'm almost finished and wash the dishes. Oh yes, call Xuanxuan to come over for dinner later, thank you very much It was so hard last night."

Su An stared at the picture of the braised pork belly that he had just sent out, feeling a little bit of emotion about his enlightened prophecy hand, and continued typing:

——I'm serious, I invite you to eat braised pork at noon, come to my house.

——In order to reward brother Xuan who worked so hard to bring me home, the boy who lives here can only cut his flesh to repay his favor.

An excellent "other people's child" like Qi Wenxuan, even if he came to eat at the door, he would not be the kind who came to sit and enjoy the fruits of the meal.

After Su An sent the news, Qi Wenxuan knocked on the door half an hour later, greeted him politely, and went to the kitchen.

"Oh, no, no, you can play with Su An for a while, or take him to study, how can Aunt Lan call you to eat so hard?" Yang Lan pushed Qi Wenxuan away with her elbow without washing her hands, and reprimanded him at the same time Su An, "Look at you, you know how smart Xuanxuan is when you sit there and swipe your phone!"

Being compared with Qi Wenxuan since she was a child, Su An has become numb, and has even followed her parents to be proud of Brother Xuan's excellence, and has no reaction to being belittled.

"Oh, am I busy right now? I have a lot of news to reply." Su An waved his hand, "Brother Xuan, don't move. I'll help after I reply to the news here. Go to my room and rest for a while."

"Whose news are you so engrossed in?" Qi Wenxuan was blocked by Yang Lan from the kitchen, and simply walked over to look at Su An.

Su An didn't avoid him, and directly showed him the chat interface: "Here, Dazhi. When I woke up today, I kept apologizing to me, saying that I drank too much yesterday, and shouldn't have hurt my brotherhood because of a woman." Yes, I really think he will swear by his blood every minute."

"Then he complained bitterly again, and now he is asking me where the bouquet of flowers went yesterday. He wants to keep the little bear on it as a painful souvenir of a failed confession."

In fact, thinking about Shen Zhi's failure before even confessing, it was really miserable.

Su An, one of the creators of the tragedy, finished speaking, took back her phone and continued to send messages: "How do I know where the flowers went... I don't even remember how I got home. Who remembers a bouquet of flowers."

"Oh, I think I know where it is." Qi Wenxuan recalled the scene when he saw them last night, "When I saw you last night, a bouquet of flowers was stuffed headfirst into the trash can by the cleaning aunt."

Su An raised his eyes to look at him, and shook his head: "That's over, let Shen Zhi give up, this is God's foretelling that he will let this unresolved secret love blow away with the wind."

Among the bunch of news that popped up this morning, apart from Shen Zhi and Meng Ying, it probably meant that he should forget what happened yesterday and just get along as usual in the future.

Su An didn't know how to reply to her, so she replied to Meng Ying with a distant and simple: "Okay."

A failed confession can really embarrass people.

In the past, Su An didn't feel it when he rejected others, because those girls were actually not familiar with him, and they were not even considered friends. But this time, after experiencing the matter of two friends, Su An only felt that falling in love was a very important thing. ——A very troublesome thing.

"Ah... It's really troublesome to deal with the relationship between people." Su An leaned back in the chair and sighed, "It's so annoying, I really don't want to fall in love anymore."

Qi Wenxuan moved his fingertips on the table, looked towards him and wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, Yang Lan's voice came from the sound of cooking in the kitchen: "Dating? Su An, I see you Is it itchy skin, still thinking about puppy love?"

Su An yelled back: "Didn't I say I don't want to talk about it!"

Then he lowered his voice: "It's scary, why are your ears so sharp...Even if there is something wrong with falling in love, I'm not afraid of affecting my studies, what else can it affect..."

Qi Wenxuan gave a "tsk" sound: "Don't harm other girls."

It is enough to harm him alone.

"Tch...Xuanxuan." Su An raised one corner of his mouth, half-closed his eyes, and looked at him gossipingly, "It's great time, don't you think about falling in love or something?"

"I have thought about it." Qi Wenxuan looked into his eyes and answered honestly.

The playfulness in those eyes quickly turned into shock, and one couldn't help but sit up straight, and leaned forward: "Really? Have you ever liked..."

The kitchen door opened with a "crash", and Su An quickly stopped talking.

Yang Lan came out with the fried dishes, and said to Su An: "Put the rice out, and the soup in the pot will also be filled out. The braised pork may be a bit cold sitting on the side. Give it a bite in the microwave——Xuanxuan, don't move, let him eat it." go."

"Oh, good." Su An responded and walked into the kitchen.

With the elders around, the topic just now couldn't go on.

Three dishes and one soup came to the table, the fragrant and soft white rice had distinct grains, Yang Lan couldn't stop adding vegetables to Qi Wenxuan, and the bowls were piled up into hills.

Qi Wenxuan also kept thanking: "Aunt Lan, eat quickly, it's cold, don't be cold."

He picked up a piece of braised pork in the bowl, put it to his mouth, and quietly glanced at Su An, showing a smile that only the two of them could understand.

Su An remembered the picture she had sent him, lowered her head to pick up the rice, and laughed a few times sullenly, and said softly, "Please eat my meat."

Qi Wenxuan groaned unceremoniously, the fragrance remained on his teeth and cheeks.

The author has something to say: Yang Lan: I always feel that these two children are hiding something from me