The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

Shao Ting looked at Shen Lingjun, and when Xu Yanran chatted after dinner, he once said that he and Shen Lingjun were together, they were just two little white faces, but the difference between pale and pale.

If the two of them walked together at night, they might be regarded as two bloodless grudges on the road at night.

Now that Ryan Shen is sick, looking at the abnormal redness on his cheeks, Xu Shaoting thought, it has a different kind of beauty compared to his always pale face, which reminded him of the famous poem "A Peach Blossom on a Human Face" Xiangyinghong", and then thought of the idiom "powder-faced peach gills".

Shen Lingjun turned sideways, let him in, and let him in. Seeing him smile, he laughed too: "Why do you have a cold, why are you smirking?"

"Do you know the idiom "powdered face and peach gills?" Xu Shaoting entered the room with the envelope in his arms.

The living room in the house is quite big, with a long dark leather sofa, one sitting alone on each side, and a carpet in the middle, Xu Shaoting walked to the sofa on the wooden floor, and put the letter containing the manuscript on it. On the sofa, I looked up at the window sill behind the sofa, and there was a row of flower pots on it. I guess there were [-] or [-] pots after a rough scan.

It's just not as good as the flower pots outside the door with at least some lush weeds, but the flower pots in this room are empty and only cracked dry soil remains.

"Flour-faced peach cheeks?" Shen Lingjun closed the door and followed Xu Shaoting, "Is it to describe her appearance? To praise girls for their beauty?"

Sitting on the sofa, he explained the flower pot on the windowsill: "This apartment was my mother's property in Shanghai when she was young, and she also planted these flowers at that time."

"It's just that I haven't been back to Shanghai since I went to the UK. Although I hired someone to clean the apartment room regularly, the flowers I planted before are all dead and uprooted."

"Now there is only a flowerpot and soil left. It is said that it is convenient to plant flowers and water them before planting."

When Shen Lingjun mentioned his mother, Xu Shaoting forgot the teasing about his appearance.

He turned around and saw that Shen Lingjun, a nearly 1.9-meter young man, was nestling on the sofa. He took a look and couldn't help but describe this banana boy who grew up abroad as "a big pile" in his mind.

Could it be that he ate differently, so he grew so extraordinarily tall?

Seeing that he was speechless, Shen Lingjun didn't know what he thought of, and joked, "Mr. Qian Fengmingyue, please sit down, what are you doing standing there? By the way, do you want something to drink? I still have some tea and coffee here. But you have to wait for a while, I need to re-boil some hot water."

Xu Shaoting was about to sit on the single sofa opposite this person, when he heard this, he said aloud, "Give me a moment of silence, I have to think about it."

"What are you thinking?" Shen Lingjun asked, coughing as he spoke.

Xu Shaoting: "To answer your first question first, I first went to your sister, but it was a waste of work. I still called Teacher Zhang at your sister's house, and he said that you might be here. Your mother left you apartment."

Shen Lingjun's eyes widened, with an indescribable subtle emotion on his face: "Did you see Shen Baoli?"

Xu Shaoting nodded, and then said: "To answer your second question, I have caught a cold because... I was a little worried that you didn't go home all night, so I walked a lot of wrong ways this afternoon. If I had known it, I would call Teacher Zhang directly. I'm getting motion sickness on the road, and I opened the car window to blow the cold wind."

Xu Shaoting sighed, spreading his hands together: "My nose is blocked, actually I have endured it for a long time, do you have a tissue or a handkerchief?"

"Wipe your sweat?" Shen Lingjun narrowed his eyes and wrapped his blanket tightly.

Xu Shaoting sniffed: "No, the snot is about to flow down."

Shen Lingjun said "Oh".

Xu Shaoting waited for him...

The man stayed there for two or three seconds, then suddenly let out a gloating laugh as he lowered his hair.

Xu Shaoting sniffed again, and said nasally, "Laugh again...I'll hit you."

Shen Lingjun stopped laughing for a moment, looked up at him, Xu Shaoting said, "Give me toilet paper."

Shen Lingjun lowered his head and laughed again.

"That's enough for you." Xu Shaoting sighed, "It's really sad. I didn't do anything this afternoon to ensure your safety. I was all on my way to find you."

Only then did Shen Lingjun stop laughing, and reached out to feel among the pillows piled up on the sofa, took out a roll of toilet paper and threw it to the boy opposite.Seeing that the other party caught and tore a section, and blew his nose vigorously, he retreated into his small stall—the blanket might not be too small, maybe it would be suitable to replace it with Xu Shaoting, but Shen Lingjun was really tall, what? Compared with him, things are a little small.

Xu Shaoting saw this young man with pink face and peach cheeks, his face seemed to be only black and white, but now his cheeks were blush like rosy red, a handsome big boy who fixedly looked at him.

He thought in his heart: Maybe Shen Lingjun's skin is too fair, and his eyes are dark and dark, and why is he looking at me like this?Doesn't he know how affectionate his eyes are so focused?

Xu Shaoting was seen avoiding his eyes, so he heard the man ask him in a hoarse voice: "Why did you take so long to find me?"

Xu Shaoting: "...After all, you are my senior brother. I know that you are sick and haven't come home yet, so of course I will worry about you."

I saw the man lowered his head, unable to see the expression on his face, he just whispered, "Is that so?"

Xu Shaoting looked at him straight: "What do you think?"

"I thought—" Shen Lingjun raised his head suddenly, with a tired look on his face when he opened the door, but his eyes were amazingly bright, and he said with a big smile, "We are already good friends."

What are you stopping for?

Xu Shaoting was lifted up by the long interruption after the three words "I thought", and knew that it should not be like that, but he still thought that Shen Lingjun would not mean to say...

I thought you liked me.

Really not.

Shao Ting laughed, he neither liked Shen Lingjun after he had known him for such a short time, nor did he think that Shen Lingjun would like men.

The young man on the sofa looked aggrieved, and the young man who was huddled in the blanket that was not suitable for him got up and said, "I'm going to boil a pot of hot water. Since you are cold, you should drink two cups of hot water."

The tired look on Shen Lingjun's face never faded. Originally, this person's skin was pale, but now the two dark circles under his eyes are more obvious than those of ordinary yellow people.

After Shaoting came to see other people, he didn't know what to do, but he definitely didn't ask a patient to boil water and make tea for him.So he hurriedly stood up and pressed the other person's shoulder neatly, and put the blanket that Shen Lingjun took back on the sofa.

"Sit down, I'll boil water. By the way, have you taken your medicine?"

Shen Lingjun watched the young boy finish his words, then groped into his kitchen, not forgetting to shout: "Sit down, don't get up."

The sound of pots and pans in the kitchen was rattling for a while. The boy probably found the kettle, and the sound of rattling water came out again.

Accompanied by the sound of water, a voice came from the kitchen: "Have you eaten? Taking medicine on an empty stomach is not good for the stomach."

Shen Lingjun laughed outside: "You just came over and pressed my shoulder, tiptoeing."

Xu Shaoting: "——Ask you if you have eaten, don't say anything else."

"Since I arrived at the apartment last night, I've slept in one sleep until now."

"That's why I didn't eat it. Do you have rice here? I'll cook a pot of porridge for you."

"My things here are quite complete...but there is really no food, and there is nothing to drink except water."

In the end, Xu Shaoting put the kettle full of water on the fire, knowing that Shen Lingjun hadn't eaten since last night, so he was worried that he would take medicine on an empty stomach and was afraid that this person would starve his stomach.

Out of the kitchen, holding a small pot, he told the squinting young man who looked as lazy as a big cat: "I'll go to my neighbor to borrow some rice, and you should pay attention to the sound of the kitchen."

Shen Lingjun said yes, but followed the young man with his eyes, watching the back of him walking out of the door with the pot, until he could no longer see anyone, he didn't know how gentle his face was.

It is also probably because in his current 22 years of life, there are very few opportunities for him to show such an expression by such a person.

But maybe it was because of too much sleep and a fever. After Xu Shaoting left for two or three minutes, Shen Lingjun remembered that most of the residents in this apartment were composed. It was not until seven or eight minutes later that Xu Shaoting came back with a pot.

He was surprised and asked, "Did you borrow the rice?"

Xu Shaoting glanced at him: "You can sleep for a while, I will call you when the porridge is ready."

"The upstairs is white people, and the downstairs is a family of Indian military officers. Where did you borrow the rice from?"

"I borrowed the rice from the Indians..." Xu Shaoting looked down at the pot, "No, it's the rice from Huaxia, and that lady complained to me that the rice from Huaxia was too short."

Shen Lingjun was even more surprised: "Can you understand the English of the Indian hostess downstairs?"

"Tsk, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Xu Shaoting entered the kitchen, "It's just a matter of skipping words, no need to speak sentences, someone like Rice can still understand."

After the words fell, the room was finally quiet. Shen Lingjun lazily nestled on the sofa, and was not polite to the young man Xu Shaoting. He just slept too much. Now that he woke up, he couldn't sleep anymore. He scanned the living room, skipping the sofa A large kraft paper envelope with a thick stack of something on it.

In theory, casually asking what a voice is is not considered too much.

But he didn't ask at the beginning, so he stopped asking. This kind of character often provoked his father to teach him: "We Chinese people are not so indifferent. Your mother took you away from me and asked you to follow that nobleman." Caucasian stepfather, not to mention the bad things about you playing truant and fighting, even the so-called gentlemen of white British people are actually indifferent, have you learned a lot like it?"

When the smell of rice porridge wafted from the kitchen, Xu Shaoting poked his head out, and saw the big stall on the sofa in a daze.

Today's weather is sunny and cold, with blue sky, white clouds and bright sunshine, but the air is always humid, which makes Xu Shaoting admire the autumn and winter weather in the south, and also makes him miss his hometown in the north from time to time.

Now the sunny sunshine falls into this old living room, which is mostly wooden furniture and wooden floor, so the traces of the years are everywhere, the young man wrapped in a blanket, curled up with long legs, slender eyelashes and dark eyes With an indifferent daze, Xu Shaoting wanted to ask: Do you mind drinking porridge?

Then he shut his mouth in the figure of the young man who perfectly blended into the peaceful atmosphere of the years.

I couldn't bear to disturb the silence at this moment, and I couldn't help thinking that if I had a camera in my hand, the photos I took might be able to participate in the awards.

But soon, the pale young man in the quiet years came back to his senses, his movements were also pleasing to the eye, but he just opened his mouth and made a sound to break the quiet atmosphere.

Moreover, the two sentences he said in succession made Xu Shaoting's heart tremble one after another.

Shen Lingjun first said to him: "Did you hear what Shen Baoli said, are you pitying me?"

Xu Shaoting was about to say, really not.

I heard this person say again: "The novel you wrote, the language style reminds me of Zhixing, do you know each other?"

"Maybe it's the same person?"