to deceive

On Jiang Xiaoran's appetite for an adult.

Although Jiang Xiaoran eats a lot, he is not slow to eat, but he will not give people the feeling of wolfing down. Looking at Jiang Xiaoran eating, Hou Shujian feels that the rice in his bowl seems to be more delicious, and Hou Anchen also eats more than usual , Hou Shujian looked at the dishes on the table, and couldn't help wondering if his skills had suddenly improved...

After finishing the meal as if in a competition, Hou Shujian found that the meal took much faster than usual when there were only the two of them...

Jiang Xiaoran put down the bowl contentedly, and looked at Hou Shujian with tears in his eyes: "Mr. Hou, your craftsmanship is really great... I haven't eaten such delicious home-cooked food for a long time..."

Hou Shujian was flattered and said, "It's just as long as you like to eat, as long as you like to eat. If you want to eat anything in the future, just say it."

"Mr. Hou, I should love all the dishes you cook, because these dishes really suit my appetite." Jiang smiled sincerely.

Hou Shujian was a little embarrassed by this straight ball praise, turned his head to see Hou Anchen's blank face, and the complaints in his heart were written directly on his face, "Mr. Jiang, are we eating the same meal?" Hou Shujian said with a dry smile: "Jiang Teacher, you have been eating takeaway for too long, and my son still thinks that my cooking is not delicious."

Hou Anchen looked serious: "I didn't say that your cooking is not delicious, I just said that your cooking is not 'special' delicious."

Jiang Xiaoran smiled at Hou Anchen and said, "Probably because your father's dishes are just right for my taste." Zhuan turned to Hou Shujian and said, "Mr. Hou, it's really not polite, this table of dishes..." Thumbs up, a face full of unspoken praise.

three

After clearing the dining table a little, Hou Shujian locked the door and sent Jiang Xiaoran out.

The moment Hou Shujian went out, he was almost forced back by the heat wave. It was dark in summer, and he could still see the bright scene when he walked out of the corridor. After not going out for a day, Hou Shujian lowered his eyelids and blinked a few times to get used to the light outside.

Hou Shujian was a little annoyed by the sweltering heat of the long hair covering his forehead. He took off the rubber band from his wrist to tie up the hair covering his forehead and ears, and asked Jiang Xiaoran with his head tilted: "Mr. Jiang, where is your home?" ?”

Jiang Xiaoran reported the name of the community he lived in, and seeing Hou Shujian's thinking, Jiang Xiaoran added: "I ride a bicycle to and from get off work every day, about half an hour."

Hou Shujian, the homeboy, finally found the place where Jiang Xiaoran lived on the map in his mind, suddenly realized "ah", and asked, "rent a house?"

After asking, Hou Shujian felt that he had asked too many questions, but for some reason, he had a sense of care for Jiang Xiaoran...the elders have a sense of concern for the younger generation.Fortunately, Jiang Xiaoran didn't think he asked too many questions, and he was still smiling when answering.

"I rented a small square meter." Jiang Xiaoran paused, and suddenly asked, "Mr. Hou, do you have pierced ears?"

Jiang Xiaoran was standing on the left side of Hou Shujian, turning his head to pay attention to Hou Shujian's left ear.

The topic jumped too fast, Hou Shujian nodded, "I only hit the two on the left."

"Why?" Jiang Xiaoran asked curiously.

The girl with ear-length short hair stood in the corridor, and Hou Shujian stood beside her and looked at her helplessly.

"Shu Jian, where's your brother?"

Hou Shujian looked into the classroom through the window, "He's not in the classroom, I don't know where he went."

The girl pursed her lips in disappointment, but soon laughed again: "Come with me to get your ears pierced this weekend!"

"Why do you call me, where are your girlfriends?"

"They didn't dare to fight, saying they were afraid that the teacher would say—"

"Wait, when you say you're going to have your ears pierced, do you mean that I want to experience it myself?"

"That's right," the female physiology said confidently, "I'm afraid of pain, and it's not like you don't know it. I'm sure I won't dare if I'm not with anyone."

"I won't do it. Boys who get their ears pierced really sound like a mother..." Hou Shujian pulled one corner of his mouth speechlessly, "How about waiting for a year and then doing it after graduation?"

The girls nodded at each other with their index fingers, "I've been looking forward to it for a long time...and boys piercing their ears is not a girl at all, how handsome..." She blinked and stared at Hou Shujian with big eyes, pleading.

Hou Shujian's face was tangled, and he lowered his head and sighed for a while, "I'll go find you this Saturday morning."

The girl clenched her fists and said "Oh yeah", she was moved and said, "Shu Jian, besides your brother, the person I love the most is indeed you!"

Hou Shujian waved his hand: "Okay, go back quickly, class will start soon."

The girl gradually walked away, Hou Shujian took a step back and leaned against the pillar by the corridor, he didn't know if he was talking to himself or conveying his heart to someone, he murmured: "I like you..."

Sighing, Hou Shujian walked into the classroom, and not long after sitting down, the person next to him came back.

"Why did you go there just now, Chisu?" Hou Shujian asked casually.

"Go out for a breath." Hou Chisu, who looks somewhat similar to Hou Shujian, replied with a smile, "Did Mei Che come here just now?"

"Well, you're not here, she left after saying a few words." After finishing speaking, Hou Shujian opened the book, lowering her head as if she didn't want to say any more.

Recalling the reason for piercing at that time, Hou Shujian replied: "I pierced my ears with others. I wanted to reduce the harm on one side and the other..." After the piercing, except for the first week, Hou Shujian didn't take good care of her. Through these two piercings.Now the two black ear sticks in Hou Shujian's earholes don't know how long they have been there.

Jiang Xiaoran looked at Hou Shujian.

In the house before, Hou Shujian wore glasses with long bangs, and he looked like a weak homeboy. In addition, Hou Shujian was born a few degrees whiter than others, so he looked even less aggressive; now Hou Shujian put The hair on the forehead and sideburns is all combed back, revealing a clear and thin face. The eyebrows and eyelashes are slightly lighter, but they are particularly distinct because of their whiteness. The eyes exposed without glasses are a little light brown, which should be a gentle appearance. It seems to be sharp because of the two ear holes.

Jiang smiled and said, "Mr. Hou is very suitable for ear piercing."

"Thank you." Hou Shujian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In fact, he still felt that piercing his ears was a little girlish. "Your car is at school?"

"Well, Mr. Hou, you can just send me here, and I will be at school in a while."

Hou Shujian thought about the tens of thousands of words he owed, and the imminent deadline, and the idea of ​​sending Jiang Xiaoran to the school gate disappeared.

"Then, see you tomorrow, Teacher Jiang."

"See you tomorrow!"

After arriving home, Hou Shujian took a notebook, and wrote down the names of the four dishes that he made today, and ticked under the stir-fried pork and cumin chicken tenders. Hou Shujian smiled as he muttered, "This kid loves meat." He casually flipped through what was written in the front of the book.

After flipping through a few pages, Hou Shujian closed the book, looked at the leather that was wrapped on the outside of the book, and put the book in the desk drawer.

On the second day, Hou Shujian's complexion was like that of an addict who had taken drugs and hadn't recovered from his strength. His too regular work and rest made him suffer badly from staying up all night once in a while.

Jiang Xiaoran also cared to ask Hou Shujian to pay more attention to rest. Hou Shujian should have thanked him for his concern, but his condition was really not good, but Hou Anchen told Jiang Xiaoran with a bowl as if he had come here: "Teacher, my dad will always meet you before the deadline." That way, you don't have to worry."

"Deadline date?" Jiang Xiaoran was curious, "Mr. Hou is a writer?"

"It's not a writer, it's just a code word."

"I usually like to read novels, so maybe I've read your articles, Mr. Hou." Jiang Xiaoran changed the subject with a smile, "Yesterday there were three dishes with meat, but today there are so many vegetarian dishes."

"Leave the meaty ones to you, and leave the vegetarian ones to us." Jiang Xiaoran didn't ask him what his pen name was, and Hou Shujian was still relieved.For showing what he wrote to people he knows in real life, even though he has experienced many such things after writing for so many years, he still feels a mystery and embarrassment.

After the meal, Shujian just started typing in the hut, except for Hou Anchen who came out after class to say goodbye to Jiang Xiaoran.

If it’s just the [-] words added, it’s actually fine for Hou Shujian, but Hou Shujian’s various articles written on the Internet in a messy vest also have to be updated on time, so Hou Shujian will be rejected. Forced to stay up late at night.

In the past two days, he was destined to neglect his son a little bit. Fortunately, Jiang Xiaoran started to attend class, and Hou Anchen was so happy that he was not in the mood to care about him as a father for the time being.

Hou Shujian suddenly felt sad.But thinking that Mr. Jiang is also a good boy, Hou Shujian felt a little relieved.

The names of several new dishes were written down in the notebook, some of which were marked with crosses.

Hou Shujian plugged in the earphones to continue the codeword, and suddenly realized that there was no sound in the earphones.After reacting, Hou Shujian flipped through his playlist with the mouse, found a playlist named "Jing" and listened to it.

This is Hou Shujian's habit. He always listens to music when writing. Now Hou Shujian is writing the horror novels he has written the most. At this time, he will find some songs that are not very cheerful. In fact, when he writes seriously Hou Shujian couldn't hear what he was singing at all, but Hou Shujian always felt awkward if he didn't listen to something.

After the three-day deadline, although Hou Shujian's mental state has not yet recovered, his mental state is exceptionally good--the side story due in the magazine next month has already been written, and he can finally relax!Eleven can take An Chen out to play!

Hou Shujian thought about the holes in his brain that he hadn't filled in after he opened them, and wondered what holes he would fill in with a vest next month after storing some magazine manuscripts.

When Jiang Xiaoran came here at night, he could also see Hou Shujian's mood