let loose

Back to the familiar land, the sun came out in Shanghai after a long time, and it was a rare sunny day.

Song Mian sent Song Lilian's flight number to Xiao Tang, telling him to come to the airport quickly, and leisurely went to McDonald's to order a hamburger, and confessed to Xiao Tang while eating vegetables.

Poor little Tang, an ordinary working people with only two hands, in order to reply to the bad-tempered young master's message as soon as possible. By the mouth.

After taking two sips of pearl milk tea, Song Mian took a picture of Jiang Zhou's half-eaten hamburger and went over after taking a bite of pearl milk tea.

The dialog box quickly showed that the other party was typing, and Jiang Zhou replied in the next second:

[×: Is it not delicious? ]

[÷: Average, milk tea is not good. ]

Song Mian took another photo of milk tea, especially the back of his hand, and added a layer of filter before posting.

[×: Does it look good? ]

Probably because the paralyzed Xueshen really couldn't find the words to reply, Song Mian looked at this not bad, and laughed so hard that his shoulders were shaking.

[÷: Do you say hands or? ]

[÷: (I advise you to think carefully before answering)/(chopper)]

[×: I choose hands. ]

[÷: Yo, Sao Nian, you have a strong desire to survive. ]

[×: Sao? ]

[×: You are hotter than me. ]

[×: Every time you take the initiative to kiss me, you are very good at licking. ]

This straight ball hit like a lightning whirlwind made Song Mian dizzy.He scratched his blushing face, lamenting his boyfriend's inconsistency, furtively glanced around, and replied:

[÷: Well, okay, I'm the most coquettish. ]

[×: Yes. ]

It is the normal state of couples in love, and even big things can become a topic, and a few big baskets of farts are made on this topic, and they don't feel boring at all.The content is not necessarily nasty, but it must be that any little thing can become a laughing point, and you are completely intoxicated by it.

Song Lilian's flight landed on time at two o'clock in the afternoon, and it took more than 20 minutes to wait for his checked luggage. When he came out, he saw his purple-haired son on the left side of the pick-up gate.

"What's the matter with your hair?" He looked Song Mian up and down, frowning and asked.

The tall, middle-aged man was wearing a knee-length windbreaker. The exhaustion from the long-distance journey could not suppress his arrogance. His frowning brows and blunt tone showed his dissatisfaction with Song Mian's hair dyeing.

It's been three months since we saw each other. Song Lilian used such a reproachful tone at the beginning of his first sentence, and it was still in a place like the airport where people come and go.The relationship between father and son, who were already poor, was as strange as strangers.

Song Mian was a little apprehensive about him, but her heart automatically turned against him, pulling him from side to side.He twisted a piece of thigh meat, lowered his head uncomfortably, and said, "Just change the style, anyway, it's a holiday now..."

"Go and dye it tomorrow." Song Lilian didn't give him more chances to explain, and said in a commanding tone: "Also, take off the things you wear on your ears, and don't let me see them again after you get home. "

After saying this, Song Lilian pushed the suitcase to Xiao Tang, who was standing upright, and walked away.

"Don't think about it too much, I think your hairstyle is pretty, your father's generation is not as good as ours...haha..." Xiao Tang patted Song Mian's shoulder reassuringly, I can't help laughing.

It's not that he doesn't understand Song Lilian's objection, after all, his attire can be classified as neither fish nor fowl in the eyes of most parents.Song Mian was just sad about his tone and way of speaking.

Song Mian looked down at the black mark on her wrist, and said "hmm" absently.

……

This year's villa still has the atmosphere of Chinese New Year.The snow hanging between the treetops in the yard has almost melted away, leaving a little white to decorate the branches.Two small red lanterns were hung in front of the gate, and the crystal tables in the dining room were filled with the customary chicken, duck and fish during the New Year's Eve.

Song Lilian doesn't talk much, and his personality is upright and rigorous, which is a little better than the old pedant in the old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit and reading glasses shown on TV. Every time Song Mian is alone with his father, he feels very depressed and is often suppressed. Can't breathe.

Song Lilian and Song Lilian each occupied half of the sofa, one at the head of the sofa and one at the end of the sofa. There were clearly two people sitting on the palm-sized space, but the atmosphere in the whole living room was still eerily quiet, as if it was still the same empty space with no popularity and only a few wind noises. square box.

There is still a stewed fish soup left over from the New Year's Eve dinner.The fish was picked by Song Mian and Song Lilian at the vegetable market in the afternoon, crucian carp weighing more than half a catty.

Shu Yan took a small spoonful of fish soup and slurped it, but didn't get any taste, and beckoned to Song Mian, "Doudou, come here quickly, hurry up, try this soup to see if there is any salt in it."

Song Mian walked over and took a sip of the soup with her hand, nodded, "It's a bit weak, you can add more."

"What about the fishy smell? Is it heavy? I added some white wine to it according to the method mentioned on the Internet." Shu Yan added some salt into the soup.

"It has a bit of a taste, but it's not too heavy. The soup is delicious." Song Mian then took another sip.

Song Mian helped wash a piece of tofu.

Although he still hasn't found the best and comfortable way to get along with Shu Yan, but looking at Shu Yan's busy figure in front of the stew pot, he feels full, satisfied and happy.

The classes in the early morning were so noisy, Song Mian lay down on the bed after taking a shower, her phone kept buzzing.

The group name was changed from last night's "Happy New Year Kua Kua Group" to a very poisonous name that everyone gained [-] pounds in the new year. I don't know who changed it.

Song Mian clicked in and saw that Zheng Qiran was active in the latest one.

In the new year, everyone will gain thirty pounds:

[Fatty No. 34: Brothers, school starts in ten days. Who finished their homework for winter vacation, please lend me to read it? ]

Everyone in the private group didn’t use their real names, and they didn’t make a special note. All members were numbered according to the order in which they joined the group. The reason why Song Mian recognized that fat man No. 34 was Zheng Qiran was because the avatar used by this guy was his own. Taking a selfie with a cigarette in his mouth, his nostrils are almost sticking out of the screen, and the thief narcissistically added a non-mainstream hazy filter.

The news in the group came one after another:

[Fatty No. 15: And me by the way. ]

[Fatty No. 29: Me, me, me! ! ! ]

After a group of scumbags howled in chaos, the style of painting in the group turned into a harmonious scene of tyrants helping each other to solve the problem.

[Fatty No. 3: Which of you solved the second-to-last derivative problem on page 42 of Volume [-] of Mathematics? ]

[Fatty No. 11: Damn it, you have done three fucking volumes?I haven't finished a single volume. . . ]

[Fatty No. 5: Fatty No. 17, she has the answer, you two talk in private. ]

[Fatty No. 25: I have been stunned for more than two hours on a sequence question. The third multiple-choice question on page 12 of the second volume, I actually found two answers, A and B? ]

[Fatty No. 31: Fatty No. 25, AB is the wrong answer. Check to see if you have misplaced the formula. Find the root of ax first. ]

After a long list of incomprehensible questions, Song Mian quit the group chat in a daze, and Jiang Zhou sent him an emoji.

A rabbit in a red robe festively beats the gong:

[×: (Happy New Year's Eve)]

In recent chat records, Jiang Zhou seems to have used emoticons several times.Thinking of the look of her net-blind boyfriend spending all his time searching for emoticons, Song Mian was a little cute. After searching the gallery for a long time, he finally found a sexy swaying naked person and sent it:

[÷: (Love you my brother)]

In the emoji package, the stick figure is splitting a fork, and the protruding lean Jijiu between the crotch is shaking fiercely up and down.Very straight, "one ***".

[×: Are you messing around again? ]

[÷: No fooling around, I just miss you. ]

Tsk.Song Mian cocked her feet, feeling numb all over the place.

[×: You miss me with chicken/chicken? ]

puff--

Song Mian choked on saliva hastily, the breath stuck in his throat and almost didn't lift it up.

[÷: Huh? ]

Fuck..., these words are so shameless that they are as shameless as the thickness of the Pacific Ocean.Could it be his boyfriend with unparalleled IQ and cold face who said it?

able.Song Mian quickly dissected it for two seconds, and felt that it was Jiang Zhou's serious typing.

That's why some academic masters are like this. They are obviously bent, but their thinking is still straight.

Sven scum—

He covered his face with his five fingers, and cursed in a low voice.