After going on a blind date with my brother

"Then how does sister like to be coaxed?" Lin Wan lowered her voice and asked softly with a suppressed smile.

Wen Yimu had no experience in this, so he asked subconsciously: "Can there be many ways to coax people?"

Lin Wan smiled and nodded: "Of course. Whenever I cried when I was a child, my family members would come to comfort me, some would give me toys, some would give me delicious food, some would give me kisses and hugs. ..."

Lin Wan couldn't help laughing, burst out laughing, and refused to continue talking for a long time.

"What happened to the others?" Wen Yimu was eager to know the follow-up, and couldn't help urging her.

Lin Wan suppressed a smile and said, "Some still beat my brother. Every time I hit him, I couldn't help laughing out loud. Tried and tested repeatedly."

Wen Yimu listened with gusto: "Then did they all go to your brother when you cried?"

"Later my brother beat me up, and I have grown up, so I don't need to use this method anymore." Lin Wan's tone was somewhat regrettable, and he described it to Wen Yimu with joy, "Did you see that?" After that kind of scene, adults are pretending, but in fact it doesn’t hurt at all, but my brother always twists his head away, bites his lip, and is so stubborn that he refuses to shed a tear.”

At that time Lin Wan was only one or two years old and ignorant, and Lin Sui was five or six years old, but he already had a temper. Even if the adults offered him compensation afterwards, he would not refuse it.

Just so arrogant.

Fortunately, Lin Wan soon grew up and didn't need this kind of entertainment anymore, and the relationship between the brother and sister eased a little.

Wen Yimu leaned against the cool floor-to-ceiling windows, and the moonlight outside the window was gentle and boundless. She imagined Lin Wan crying when she was a child, and then imagined a group of people crowding around to coax her, subconsciously frowned, thinking that It was really noisy.

It really doesn't conform to the word "clean and noble" that parents often say, even relatives are polite, reasonable and well-behaved, making it sticky is something only nouveau riche will do.

But hearing Lin Wan's happy giggles, Wen Yimu actually felt a little longing. Although those seemed silly, they seemed to have a warm feeling.

It's like... the fried skewers on the street stall, unhealthy, even if it's not gutter oil and mouse meat, it's at least high in oil and salt, but it's yellow and golden, glowing with oil under the dim street lamps, flipping back and forth, looking like It's really delicious.

Wen Yimu suddenly felt a little hungry, swallowed unconsciously, and couldn't help but said to Lin Wan: "I'm going to eat a bowl of noodles, you go to bed early."

Lin Wan was stunned for two or three seconds before realizing it, a little reluctant to let go: The atmosphere has finally gotten better, so he hung up the phone like this?

Is this reasonable?

Wen Yimu didn't wait for Lin Wan's answer for a long time, and then he felt a little abrupt, and explained a little bluntly: "I just took a look and found that it was past three o'clock, so I was a little hungry."

She wouldn't tell Lin Wan that she was greedy for skewers.

Lin Wan was startled when she heard the time. It was already past three o'clock in the morning. Why did she feel that only ten minutes had passed?

She looked out of the window, the sky was still dark, the morning star was hanging brightly in the sky, and there was a faint hint of fish belly in the east direction.It's summer now, and it'll be light in a little over an hour.

The duration of the call was clearly displayed on the phone, and it seemed that it was almost [-] minutes.

Lin Wan licked the corners of her lips, and suddenly felt that her throat was so thirsty that it was about to smoke, and her stomach was also a little hungry. Because of the hangover, her head was even more dizzy, and her eyes could hardly be opened.

But after chatting with Wen Yimu for more than an hour, it was like entering a small world between the two of them, in such a natural atmosphere, without any other feeling, only her in his heart.

Not to mention thirst or hunger, Lin Wan believed that even if she was being tortured, as long as she saw Wen Yimu, she would not realize it.

Lin Wan's heart was pounding, and she couldn't help shouting, "Wen Yimu."

"Huh?" Wen Yimu's voice was low and gentle, like the gurgling water of a brook.

Lin Wan said goodbye contentedly: "Then go cook something and go to bed early, sister."

It doesn't matter if you go to bed late, Wen Yimu's old cadre style must be very uncomfortable if he stays up in the middle of the night.

Even though she was very reluctant to hang up the phone and wanted to chat for days and nights, her consideration for Wen Yimu's body still overwhelmed her selfish desires.

So seeing Wen Yimu stunned, Lin Wan took the initiative to say again: "Okay, sister, go quickly, I'm going to be sleepy tomorrow."

She glanced out the window and thought, what's the rush, the sun will rise again soon, they are still young, and the days to come are long.

"Okay, you go to bed early too." Wen Yimu was a little surprised at Lin Wan's sensible and well-behaved, and after standing for a long time, he was indeed very tired, so he planned to hang up after a few simple instructions.

"Wait!" Just as Wen Yimu was about to press the hang up button, Lin Wan suddenly stopped her.

Wen Yimu was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Lin Wan said nervously but cautiously: "One minute to one hundred minutes, let's get together, shall we, sister?"

Wen Yimu didn't have any objection to this, they all came here, there was no essential difference between one minute earlier and one minute later.Although she doesn't have any obsession with these small forms, since Lin Wan cares, then that's enough to satisfy her.

So Wen Yimu responded briefly: "Okay." Then he didn't have the energy to talk anymore.

Lin Wan didn't say a word, but closed her eyes while holding the phone, feeling the boundless drowsiness that swept her almost instantly.

Wen Yimu leaned against the glass window, staring at the time that was beating rapidly from second to second, and next to his ears was the sound of Lin Wan's thin breathing, peaceful and regular, as if he had fallen asleep.

Wen Yimu tentatively called out: "Change." No one answered.

It seemed that he was really asleep.

Wen Yimu suddenly felt that the mobile phone in his hand was a little heavier, as if it had the weight of a girl, it was heavy, but reassuring.

For some reason, she was a little reluctant to hang up.

It's just that at the end of the hundred minutes, Wen Yimu pressed the hang up button resolutely, remembering that Lin Wan liked to make up the rounds, and then yawned and went to find something to eat.

The simplest bundle of dried noodles, topped with an egg and a little green onion, Wen Yimu stood quietly beside the pot without turning on the light, staring at the white water vapor slowly emerging by the moonlight.

There is an inexplicable sense of stability, as if with a bowl of noodles, I am not afraid of anything.

The noodles were cooked quickly, Wen Yimusheng came out to taste it, the taste was too bland, only then remembered that he had never cooked at all and forgot to put salt.

She subconsciously stood up and went to the refrigerator to find hot sauce, and then she remembered how Lin Wan was so hot that day that she burst into tears, so she sat back slowly.

Wen Yimu lowered his head and took a mouthful of the noodles, and suddenly he felt that the noodles were not so bland. The clear soup lacked water, but it had a somewhat inexplicable taste.