The golden wolf dog of the beautiful president

When the bicycle stopped in front of a row of old red houses, Wen Ci was taken aback for a moment.

Red brick walls, mud tiled roads, old people in twos and threes sitting in the aisle basking in the sun, and some old people came back with vegetable baskets, and several households were pulling clotheslines to dry. When approaching, you need to take a few steps around, and then go deeper until the countdown In the second room, a copper-colored anti-theft door is Song Yang's house.

Most of the people living here are old people, and none of their children live with them.

When Song Yang came back, he looked like everyone's son, and was very popular with the old people. Several old people basking in the sun swayed on the bamboo chairs and greeted the young man with old-fashioned smiling faces.

An old lady carrying a vegetable basket also handed Song Yang a white radish, which had just been pulled out of the ground with mud on its tip.

"You're back, have you made new friends? You're so pretty."

The white-haired old man was a neighbor, and he was talking to the boy slowly at the window, and even smiled at Wen Ci, smiling broadly and amiably, making Wen Ci think of his grandma.

"Well, new friend." Song Yang responded, and stuffed the white radish he just got into the window of the old man, and hissed for fear of being discovered by the old woman. Although the white radish is native ginseng, he really doesn't like it eat.

"Thank you." After being praised for her beauty, she warmly thanked the old man.

Everyone was familiar with Song Yang, which made Wen Ci confirm that his destined person really lived here.

In his previous life, he met Song Yang again in a big hospital. Wen Ci originally thought that the living conditions of Song Yang's family who could take his mother to the big hospital to see a doctor would not be too bad, but it turned out that this was not the case.

They used to live in such an old house.

A one and a half bedroom.

It is very simple when you enter the door. The floor is not a floor or floor tiles, but a concrete floor. There are some mottled patterns on the concrete floor that look like paint marks.

On the left hand side of the entrance, there is a simple shoe rack, which was assembled by myself after shopping online. Two rows of shoes are placed on it, one row of women's shoes, one pair of cloth shoes, rain boots, canvas shoes and house slippers; one row of men's shoes, which are also sneakers , rain boots, canvas shoes and house slippers.

The shoes are very old and there is no new pair.

Slippers or flip flops.

Wen Ci looked down at his leather shoes and white cotton socks.

Just when he was about to lift his feet to take it off, Song Yang entered the room with flip-flops, pouted his buttocks and took out a cardboard box under the bed in the room opposite the door, and then fished out a pair of white cotton slippers from the cardboard box. It hasn't been disassembled yet.

"...Put this on." Song Yang couldn't imagine the style of a beautiful woman stepping on flip flops, so he dragged the white cotton to Wen Ci's feet.

Quite a way of hospitality.

Wen Ci was a little surprised, took off his leather shoes and stepped on white cotton slippers, "Thank you."

There was no one in the house at the moment, so Song Yang half-opened the windows for ventilation after returning to the house, and then turned on the lights in his own room. The 1-meter-old guy stood at the door of the room, and if his back was straighter, he would have hit the door frame. Song Yang also entered the house before he suddenly realized that the house was empty, and he didn't know where the courage came from to invite him into the house...

Is it too late to regret now orz

Song Yang was embarrassed, "Well, this room is my room, and the one opposite is my mother's room. My mother is working full-time in someone else's house during this time, so she won't come back, but it happens to be able to let you live in my room.

My room is a bit bigger, but it's still small, you can see if you're not used to it, if you're not used to it..."

"It's okay," Wen Ci walked into the room directly to look, "It's pretty clean, but a bit messy, I'm used to living in it."

A small room of about ten square meters, a single bed, a bedside desk cabinet, and a single wardrobe are all the furniture.

Many small items, such as the charging cable, are placed directly on the pillow, and the clothes that have not been washed in time are also placed on the bed. One of the yellow pants is eye-catching, is it cartoon style?There is a little yellow chicken in the crotch, which is very connotative.

next second.

Song Zhinan sat down on this pair of little yellow chicken pants, and his sitting posture was a little twisted. Song Yang put his hands in his pockets and looked at Wen Ci with a serious expression, as if nothing had happened.

"...Since you are used to living here, you can live here for a few days when my mother is not at home. However, we meet by chance, and it is impossible for you to live here forever. It is inconvenient to run away from home alone, and you are not familiar with the place. It's very dangerous... In short, we should pack up and go home as soon as possible, no matter what worries you at home, it's better than outside, after all, it's family."

Wen Ci smiled, and did not express his opinion on what the boy said later, "Thank you for taking me in, but did we really meet by chance? I still think you look familiar."

Chef Song yelled, "I've never seen it before, you've got the wrong person!"

Wen Ci: "Then you are so kind to me? You are such a good person."

Song Yang: "..."

The good man was stunned by these words, and he jumped up and covered his chest with a nervous reflex, as if he had been shot in the chest, and then took the little yellow chicken pants and ran away, leaving Wenci alone in the room laughing.

Under the dim light, a gentle and bright smiling face bloomed on the beauty's face, which was a long-lost emotion.

Wen Ci was in a good mood, sitting on the young man's bed, looking at this plain room again, the simple style was very similar to grandma's room when he was a child.

There is a photo with his mother on Song Yang's bedside table, which reminds Wen Ci that he has never had a photo with his mother.

Next to the group photo is a note written by Song Yang's mother:

[Mom is at Mr. Zhou’s, come back on Tuesday, you son of a bitch, take good care of yourself at home, don’t throw your underpants and socks everywhere, if you can’t find them, you’ll have to spend money to buy new ones!

Remember to spray water on the mushroom pots on the balcony. You should be able to grow mushrooms for the first time around the weekend, and you can grow them again after uprooting them. Isn’t this much more cost-effective than the ones in the vegetable market?Mom plans to come back on Tuesday and bring some quick vegetable seeds, maybe I can sell some small money with this.

How about selling the money for a loli pillow for you?Your pillow was broken by you, and my mother kindly cleaned it up for you, so she insisted that I throw away your wife... I will buy your wife back for you when I make a little money from selling vegetables, and don't yell at your mother anymore Call, unfilial son!

Also, when will you bring a real wife back to your mother, what kind of skill is it to sleep on a pillow all day long, a worthless thing! ]

Warm remarks: "..."

Wen Ci couldn't help laughing twice, it's so cute, he likes this room!

Suddenly remembering that today is the weekend, Wen Ci turned and ran to the balcony, and found the mushroom pot in the corner of the balcony at a glance.

Mushrooms really grew out, and the mushroom umbrella opened very big. When I saw my son, he listened to his mother and took good care of the mushrooms.

Wen Ci squatted on the ground, trying to pull out the mushrooms and grow new ones.

When Song Yang finished washing the little yellow chicken pants and came to the balcony to dry them, he happened to see the big beauty squatting in the corner of the balcony, like a big mushroom watching the little mushrooms.

Song Yang felt itchy, and felt the urge to slap the head of a big mushroom, so he couldn't help but move over, "Do you want to eat mushrooms?"

Wen Ci tilted his head, "Huh?"

Song Yang knelt down and pointed to the fresh small mushrooms, "It's time for dinner, I was thinking about what to eat for dinner, the mushrooms are blooming very well, how about we eat mushrooms tonight?"

Wen Ci was happy, "Okay, let's make hibiscus mushroom soup."

Song Yang was pleasantly surprised, "You know how to eat, I happen to know how to make this soup, okay, I'll make hibiscus mushroom soup tonight!"

Wen Ci specially ordered this soup, because he had seen it in the gourmet book in his previous life. It was a thick soup that looked delicious. He had been craving it for a long time. Taste it yourself.

Still pretty lucky.

Song Yang dug the mushrooms out of the pot with his own hands, and did not forget to continue covering the soil and watering the second pot, and then went into the kitchen.

Wen Ci didn't go in. Firstly, the kitchen was too small to accommodate two people. Secondly, Song Yang regarded Wen Ci as a guest from the bottom of his heart and didn't let him do these chores, so Wen Ci honestly waited at the dining table in the living room. Cleared the table a little.

Half an hour later, Wen Ci smelt the aroma of thick soup and straightened his body.

After a while, the chef came out wearing an advertising apron with a sun umbrella, holding a large bowl of soup, and the white porcelain soup bowl was held directly in front of Wen Ci.

I saw the fragrant sliced ​​mushrooms and sliced ​​meat floating in the thick soup base, both of which were stir-fried, cooked in a casserole, thickened with sauce, then poured egg whites out of the pan, and sprinkled with chopped green onion, When it comes to the table, there will be a bowl of mushroom meat soup full of egg flowers. If you scoop a spoonful of soup, you can get a lot of ingredients, just like digging for treasure.

The first spoonful of treasure went directly into Wen Ci's bowl.

Song Yang also served Wen Ci's rice with his own hands. I don't know how the rice was steamed. The rice was crystal clear and fragrant. Then he poured a small spoonful of hibiscus mushroom soup on it, and served it with a plate of stir-fried seasonal vegetables + a small dish of vinegared peanuts. One dinner is all it takes.

"Hungry now, try it quickly and see if it tastes good~"

Song Yang came to the table, his eyes sparkling, and he couldn't wait to pass the chopsticks to Wen Ci.

Wen Ci couldn't help but think of the man who took care of him before the hospital bed in his previous life. He often looked at himself with this tone and gaze, and while feeding him with small bites of food, he asked him if he was hungry. Take a bite quickly to see if it tastes good.

The bright eyes are exactly the same, and the gentle voice is exactly the same.

Even the smell of the food is exactly the same.

"good to eat."

"Eat more if it tastes good!" The young man picked up slices of meat and mushrooms, and instantly piled up the big beauty's rice bowl.

Boss Wen looked at the hill in the rice bowl, and received a WeChat message from his assistant:

[boss?Big bath towels, new towels, new slippers, body soap, hair conditioner, new clothes, and four-piece bed set are all bought from you. The hotel manager also changed the big suite for free, and the house is tidy...You , do you still live? ]

Boss Wen: [I can’t stand it anymore, that hotel is not booked well, so help me to cancel the room]

Jiang He's heart skipped a beat, thinking that he had screwed up again and was about to cry.

The boss who is in a bad mood is really hard to serve, it is so hard to beat the workers orz

[Okay, then I'll help you book another hotel! ]

Boss Wen: [No need, I have already found a place to live]

Jiang He: [Ah, which hotel, I'll be right over? ]

Boss Wen: [B&B]

Jiang He:?

After a while, another two words were sent: [Do not disturb]

Jiang He: ...

The caring little padded jacket knelt down, wondering if this is a luxurious five-star homestay service?Why can't he think of finding satisfaction from the masses?Living in a small villa on the back of the mountain is definitely more comfortable than living in an ordinary small hotel.

The boss deserves to be the boss!

Then, that night, when Boss Wen was taking a shower, the water was turned off.

Wen Ci:...

sloppy.