Don't look for the old attack in the crematorium

At first when Gu Haifeng saw Lin Qingran, he thought he and Gu Wenyu were friends, but after thinking about it carefully, Gu Wenyu appeared in this way, and he didn't want them to have too much contact just now, it must not be as simple as it seems on the surface.

Gu Haifeng didn't know why a trace of uneasiness suddenly surged in his heart, he shrank his neck and stared at Gu Wenyu, waiting for his answer.

"It's none of your business and you don't mind." Gu Wenyu said coldly, not intending to explain further.

"Brother!" Gu Wenyu made Gu Haifeng even more anxious: "Is it because of what happened a year ago? That incident, senior—"

"Enough!" Gu Wenyu interrupted him, his voice was indifferent, and impatiently said: "I told you not to worry about it, don't let me say it a second time!"

Turning around, he added in an emotionless tone: "Gu Yanqing, No. [-] Middle School of S City."

After speaking, Gu Wenyu walked to Lin Qingran's house without looking back.

Gu Haifeng froze on the spot, tightly clutching the key that Gu Wenyu threw to him just now, staring blankly at the direction his brother left.

Gu Haifeng probably understood the meaning of the last sentence.Gu Yanqing is the name of his brother's carefully made-up face, and S City No. [-] Middle School is the fake school he attended.

The image from a year ago flashed through his mind, and his hand holding the key tightened again.

He only knew part of what happened a year ago. At that time, several things were mixed together and there was a lot of trouble.

When Gu Wenyu returned to Lin Qingran's house, he had already thought up all kinds of words on the way, no matter what Lin Qingran asked, he had an excuse to deal with it.

When he returned to his seat, Lin Qingran handed him a cup of hot water: "Drink some hot water to relieve the cold, it's quite cold outside."

Gu Wenyu took a sip of the hot water, and didn't care about the cold issue, but was waiting for the boy's next question.

He drank almost half a cup of hot water, and kept his eyes on Lin Qingran. After the boy handed him the hot water, he got up and went to the closet. He didn't know what he was looking for, staring at the boy's back, he frowned impatiently.

"Your clothes are not dry yet, let's blow them up, it's winter after all." Lin Qingran took out the hair dryer from the closet and handed it to Gu Wenyu.

"No need." Gu Wenyu didn't pick up the hair dryer that Lin Qingran handed over, and didn't pay much attention to the wet clothes on his body.

Gu Wenyu knew that he was impatient, and now he was even more impatient. He put the water glass aside, looked up at Lin Qingran, and said naturally, "I thought you would ask me about my cousin."

Lin Qingran shook his head, and put the hairdryer back into the closet. He changed his wet clothes while Gu Wenyu was out, so he didn't need to blow it.

"I don't like prying into other people's privacy."

Lin Qingran sat back on his chair, marked the question that he understood when he explained it to Gu Wenyu just now, turned to the next question that he didn't understand and put it in the middle of the two tables, ready to continue explaining the question to him.

Staring coldly at Lin Qingran's slender, fair fingers flipping through the exercise book, Gu Wenyu propped one hand on the desk, with the back of his hand resting on one cheek.

At this time, there was no expression on his cold and handsome face, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Lin Qingran's voice patiently lecturing on the problem rang in his ears, accompanied by the "rustling" sound of the signature pen on the paper when he was writing and solving the problem, Gu Wenyu listened casually, but gave a barely audible snort.

Pretending to be decent, deliberately keeping a distance from him and playing hard to get?Oh, interesting.

At the end of the question, he pretended to listen to Yingying's "hmm", but he didn't listen to the next few questions.

Before leaving, Gu Wenyu said according to the words he had thought up while pretending to listen to the questions: "By the way, we haven't added WeChat yet. Add it to save the trouble of calling and sending messages every time."

When he got Lin Qingran's phone number, he used it to search for it, but the search result was empty, and no one could be found.

"Okay." After thinking about it, Lin Qingran felt that it was right, WeChat contact is more convenient, so she clicked on her own QR code and scanned it for Gu Wenyu.

Just as Gu Wenyu was about to leave after adding friends, Lin Qingran's cell phone vibrated suddenly.

Relying on his height advantage, Gu Wenyu caught a glimpse of the note "Han Yang" displayed on the flashing text message on his mobile phone, and a fleeting danger passed through his long and narrow eyes.

"Then see you tomorrow." Gu Wenyu pretended not to see, and made plans to come here tomorrow.

"Okay." Lin Qingran hurriedly stuffed the phone into his pocket, and after Gu Wenyu left, he went back to his room and locked the door, took out his phone and stared at the text message of "Han Yang", and paused for a long time before clicking on it.

There was only a short sentence in the text message, which was to ask him to wait for him at the place we had previously agreed upon at ten o'clock.

Clutching the phone tightly, Lin Qingran couldn't see any expression on his face. He put the phone aside, spread out his exercise book and began to brush up the questions.

His brushing speed is very fast, as if he vents his hidden emotions by brushing the questions, and he can finish a test paper in ten minutes.

I don't know how long it took, but when he gradually calmed down, it was already past one o'clock.

The next day, Lin Qingran got up early to do a few sets of test papers and then went down to make breakfast. When he heard noises from the kitchen, he quickened his pace worriedly.

"Grandma, you told me to make breakfast."

Grandma was frying the pan-fried buns, and there was a "sizzling" sound of the pan-fried buns being fried in the pan, and a mouth-watering aroma wafted towards Lin Qingran.

"You know that cooking is my pleasure. The doctor said that I am fine and recovering well, but you always worry too much." Grandma put the last fried bun on the plate and sighed: "I understand my own body, if you don't let me move, I'm afraid my bones will be hard!"

"Grandma!" Lin Qingran stopped grandma's words: "Grandma, what are you talking about, you must live a long life!" Lin Qingran came over and took the pan-fried buns from grandma's hand and put them on the dining table, and took a bowl to serve the porridge.

"Good, good, long life, good grandson Ranran who has been with me all the time." Grandma went to take out the soy milk that had been boiled in the incubator, and the two brought breakfast to the dining table.

"Of course, eat more, study is exhausting, and eat more tonic." Putting the pan fried bag to Lin Qingran, grandma said: "Of course, the doctor who came back to me a few days ago also said that my body is recovering well, and now cooking is in the hands of Lin Qingran. Grandma, you also know that grandma likes to cook."

Before grandma was in poor health, Lin Qingran didn't let grandma work, and he did the cooking himself.

Lin Qingran took a bite of the pan-fried bun and chewed it. He knew that grandma didn't like to be idle and would find something to do whenever she was free, but he couldn't rest assured.

"but--"

"But what?" Grandma took a sip of porridge: "The doctor also told me to move more."

The doctor did order to let grandma move properly, but don't overwork her, and do it properly.

Lin Qingran could only take a step back, and said: "Grandma, you only cook, and you are not allowed to do anything else. If you need strength to cook, call me or wait for me to come back."

"Hey, well, I will, don't worry, eat more." Hearing her grandson's promise, the wrinkles at the corners of grandma's eyes wrinkled when she smiled, and said, she put another dumpling for Lin Qingran.

Grandma's health was what Lin Qingran was most worried about, and it was for this reason that he rushed home immediately after class.

All he has now is grandma.

After breakfast, Lin Qingran handed the medicine to grandma before she felt relieved after staring at her.

I went back to the room and did more than a dozen sets of questions, and solved the previous difficulties. I stopped writing and looked at the time. It was already 09:30.

It's half an hour before ten o'clock.

I accidentally touched my face with my hand after tidying up the finished test questions. The redness and swelling from yesterday have dissipated a lot, and I can't see it unless I look carefully, but the wound at the corner of the mouth is still obvious.

Putting down the mirror in his hand, Lin Qingran drifted out of the window with dull eyes.

There should be new wounds added later.