I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

After eating, Wen Liu left Song Qiulin to watch TV for a while before letting him go.

When leaving, Wen Ziyang handed her a bag, "I bought too many cakes, take some away, and say hello to your sister for me."

"Okay, thank you, Dr. Wen." Song Qiulin said after changing his shoes.

"Be careful on the way back."

"Well, let's send it here."

Walking out of the gate of Jiang's house, his body was immediately surrounded by the cold winter wind, but he could still hear the lively conversation of the people in the house, Song Qiulin couldn't help but look back.

She had always been curious about why Wen Yu always seemed to have so much inexhaustible energy, but now she knew, because she had a group of family members who unconditionally supported her, which allowed her to retain that precious vitality.

Just staying at Jiang's house for a few hours, and then stepping into his own house made Song Qiulin feel unaccustomed.

The aisle lights were on, which meant someone was home.

"Are you willing to come back?" Song Zhou leaned against the dining table with a glass of water and looked at her lazily, noticing the bag in her hand, "Where did you go?"

"Wen Yu's house."

"Eat at her house?"

"Sorry, I thought you weren't coming back today, so I didn't tell you about eating out."

"Yeah." Song Zhou lowered his head and took a sip of his saliva, the bruising in front of his eyes was even more obvious than a few days ago.

Song Qiulin stopped turning away, and said slowly, "Are you busy these days?"

"Busy, but I've already been busy, and now only the finishing work is left." Song Zhou raised his eyes, "Why, it's been a long time since I haven't seen you, do you think you care about my life?"

No, I just feel that such dialogues seem to be needed among family members.

Song Qiulin's eyelashes drooped, avoiding Song Zhou's sight, then walked to the dining table and put the bag in his hand on it, "This is the cake that Dr. Wen gave you before you left, do you want to eat it?"

However, she remembered that her elder sister seemed to be the same as herself, not interested in sweets.

Is it a bit too much? Not everyone will feel better immediately after coaxing food like someone.

"If you don't eat it, I'll put it in the refrigerator first."

"Bring it here." Song Zhou took the bag, "I'm just hungry."

Song Qiulin glanced at the steaming four dishes and one soup on the dining table from the corner of his eye, and said expressionlessly, "Oh."

When Song Qiulin was about to leave, Song Zhou called to stop her again.

"what's up?"

Song Zhouhou leaned back to admire Song Qiulin's uninterested expression for a hundred years, and suddenly smiled as if remembering something interesting, "You seem to be in a good mood today, it must have something to do with that sister Ziyang."

OM's account was given to Song Qiulin by her, and the assistant would note in the report the whereabouts of every sum of money above. The sweet little interaction between a certain little anchor is not difficult.

However, it was only after the friendly match that she realized that the little anchor her sister was thinking of was Wen Ziyang's sister.

"Why do you think that the reason why I'm in a good mood is only related to her."

"No reason." Song Zhou smiled and drew a circle on his face with his fingers, "Don't you know that when you panic, your expression is very obvious?"

"I go to sleep."

Song Qiulin resisted rolling his eyes, turned around and went upstairs with heavy footsteps, and didn't hesitate at all because of Song Zhou's laughing voice behind him.

Sure enough, family members are also divided into categories, like the one downstairs who can open a dyeing workshop with some color, and must not be indulged at will.

Song Qiulin has had enough of this lesson.

On a rare Friday night, Wen Yu originally wanted to broadcast live online, but looking at his right hand, which was struggling to change clothes, he gave up the idea.

The homework was spread on the table, and the pen was grasped twice with the right hand, but it slipped due to lack of support. Wen Yu sighed, and held the pen with his left hand in an awkward posture.

The left hand is very talented in eating, but obviously not in writing. Wen Yu struggled for more than half an hour. In the past, he could finish writing a half of a test paper, but now he solved a little more than half a test paper, which was very inefficient.

"Wen Yu, are you ready to sleep?"

The door was left open, Wen Ziyang just knocked symbolically.

"Not yet." Wen Yu put down his pen and took the hot milk that Wen Ziyang handed over, "What can I do for you?"

"If you hurt your hand, don't toss about it, and take off the bandage in a few days before moving."

"I use my left hand." Wen Yu shook his hand at her triumphantly, "You haven't said what you want from me."

Wen Ziyang sat down by the bed, patted the seat next to him, and Wen Yu put down his cup and sat down.

"What's the matter, this is the rhythm of your heart-to-heart talk."

"Just to ask you something."

"Oh, ask."

Wen Ziyang crossed his hands on his knees, "You and Qiu Lin have gotten very close recently."

"She is my deskmate and roommate, we eat and sleep together every day, so it's close."

"Have you noticed anything strange or different about her recently?"

"Strange?" Wen Yu frowned and thought about it for a while, "No, isn't she always like that, she puts on a straight face in front of outsiders, but she is easy to get along with in front of acquaintances, if there is something wrong..."

It was that kiss.

But it seems that this kind of sudden intimacy has happened more than once recently. That night in the dormitory, when she ran into Song Qiulin throwing up in the toilet, Song Qiulin at that time also gave her a weird feeling.

"What's wrong?" Wen Ziyang asked.

Wen Yu hurriedly shook her head, her fingers uncomfortably hooked her hot earlobes, and she was planning to take this as a joke to start the story, but suddenly remembered by Wen Ziyang's question, made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"There's nothing wrong, everything's fine, what's wrong, is it related to her illness?"

"Don't always try to find out from me." Wen Ziyang didn't get caught so easily, and patted Wen Yu on the head, "Go to sleep, it's getting late."

Wen Yu wrinkled his nose unwillingly, "Oh."

That night, it suddenly started to rain in the middle of the night, and the sound of the pattering rain pulled Wen Yu out of his half-dream and half-awake state.

It's strange, she who always falls asleep, actually lost sleep tonight. Just now she had a dream in a daze, which was the same one she always had before, but this time it was different. She finally lifted the veil, and found that Below that was actually Song Qiulin's face.

Looking back and thinking about how many crazy things she did to people in this dream, Wen Yu's mood can't be described as surprise, but panic.

The protagonist who had countless little H dreams was actually a girl who kissed her deskmate this afternoon. If Wen Ziyang were told, it would be enough for her to suffer a hundred bucks.

It was obviously a cold day in December, but he was sweating profusely behind him.

Panting, she took a sip from the water glass placed by the bedside, and the cold liquid went down her throat, restoring some clarity to her chaotic brain.

But when she adjusted her posture again and wanted to go back to sleep, she couldn't close her eyes no matter what, and she always felt that something was missing.

After she tossed and turned to scratch the pillow almost to pieces, she finally realized that she was not used to it, not used to the absence of Song Qiulin.

The beds in the dormitory are put together in pairs, and the distance between sleeping head-to-head is almost zero. She falls asleep with the fragrance of Song Qiulin's hair every night, and has unknowingly formed a habit of dependence.

Five minutes later, Wen Yu sat up again, this time she turned on the light, leaning her upper body lazily against the head of the bed, staring at the coat she wore this afternoon on the hanger by the door.

The night was really quiet, and there was no sound that could interrupt her thinking, until the cell phone she placed next to her pillow turned on.

It's autumn.

No, it's Song Qiulin now.

Qiu: I have insomnia again.

Oh, what a coincidence, me too.

Qiu: Are you asleep?

Wen Yu wandered between the two options of pretending to be asleep and replying to the message for a while, thinking of his tossing and turning and struggling to sleep just now, he instantly felt sympathy for Song Qiulin.

Ruan Ruan: No, is your disease contagious? I can't sleep either.

Wen Yu raised his eyelids and noticed the time displayed in the bar at the top of the phone screen, 02:30 in the morning.

It's rare, since she switched careers to be a study anchor, the two of them have never communicated at this point in the early morning.

Instead, it suddenly made Wen Yu feel as if she was familiar with Qiu Gang, but now everything is different. After she knew that "Qiu" was Song Qiulin, she couldn't look directly at this account for a long time.

Ruanruan: Can't you use the tuba to chat with me? Everyone knows the basics and still come to this set, right?

Qiu: Well, I got used to Jingfen.

Ruan Ruan: You always answer like this, I can't talk with you anymore.

After this message was sent out, there was no reply for a long time. Wen Yu blinked and stared at it but didn't see the words "typing".

What, you really won't come back?

After almost 5 minutes, Wen Yu's hand holding the phone was almost sore, and there was another message from there.

Qiu: Is the business still going on?

Ruanruan: What business?

Qiu: Aren't you the anchor of AS·MR in your old profession?

Ruan Ruan: The host is inconvenient to hold, otherwise it will be broadcast live tonight.

Qiu: Hands are inconvenient, but the mouth is always convenient. A good night is enough.

Saying goodnight to "Qiu" countless times, but now when I want to do it, I feel an inexplicable sense of shame.

It's like some things, you are more willing to share with sand sculpture netizens who are far away on the other end of the network, but you are unwilling to say a word to your parents and family members.

Ruanruan: You can just listen to the inventory.

Qiu: Let me go to your live broadcast room to cast a prop and come back?

Ruanruan: Don't!

His fingers hung in the air for a while before he pressed the voice button unsteadily. Wen Yu felt that he hadn't done this kind of thing for a long time, and it was a bit hot to say good night.

Ruanruan: good night

Ruan Ruan: If you can’t fall asleep, read Chinese and classical Chinese, the personal test is guaranteed to be effective

Autumn: Effective for those whose Chinese scores are lower than 120.

Ruan Ruan: Do you think I dare not beat you up!

Ruanruan: [picture]

Song Qiulin clicked on the picture on the other end, and saw a fist wrapped in bandages, with a faint smile on his lips, and the cat in his arms arched her as if afraid of the cold, and let out a low cry.

Song Qiulin patted it on the back and coaxed it softly, "Go to sleep, it's fine."

After putting down the phone, Wen Yu tossed and turned on the bed a few more times, and finally realized that he really couldn't fall asleep normally, so he finally stood up, went to the hanger, took off the coat, hugged it in his arms and put it on the bed.

Song Qiulin had just asked for her voice to ask for a good night's sleep, and the two of them were getting what they needed, so there was no need to feel guilty or ashamed.

Put both hands into the sleeves of the coat, then hug the coat in this posture, adjust the comfortable angle little by little like a bird building a nest for itself, and finally bury your head in the coat and take a deep breath, feeling unobstructed The comfort told Wen Yu that she found what she wanted.