The pheromone of being obsessed with school bully

With a familiar magnified face, it was belatedly realized that the call from Chi Yuanmian was a video call.

Damn it, he wasn't prepared at all. He didn't tidy up after taking a nap today, and he didn't know if his hair was messed up.

Just as he was at a loss, he heard a chuckle from the opposite side.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Zian said in a muffled voice, "You also laughed at the ugly dumplings I made?"

"Uh..." There was silence for a moment, and the expression on Chi Yuanmian's face was so frozen that Song Zian wondered if the network was stuck.

Just when he was about to exit the background to check if the network was disconnected, Chi Yuanmian suddenly said thoughtfully: "So those are dumplings..."

"Uh..." A certain person was so angry that he wanted to hang up the phone.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Chi Yuanmian smiled, looking at those eyes still doting and gentle through the screen.

He tapped his cheek with his index finger, signaling to Song Zian, "You can get the flour on your face. It seems that Mr. Song is very careful in making dumplings."

Song Zian wiped his face, snorted and turned his head away, his movements were a little arrogant.

"I just don't know when I will have the honor to eat dumplings made by Mr. Song himself?" Chi Yuanmian said seriously.

Song Zian lowered his eyes, and was just about to refute him that such ugly dumplings are so delicious, when he suddenly realized that Chi Yuanmian is now in the United States, so he probably won't be able to eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year.

For a moment, I felt a little melancholy again.

He glanced at the screen, touched the white background, and couldn't help frowning: "Are you still in the hospital?"

Chi Yuanmian hummed lightly, "Yes, the doctor still advised my dad to rest in the hospital. Anyway, in the United States, there is no concept of Spring Festival."

It just so happened that there was another burst of fireworks outside the window. The bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

Song Zian looked at the face on the screen, feeling distressed and missing.Today is obviously a festival for family reunion to have New Year's Eve dinner, but Chi Yuanmian can only eat fast food in a foreign hospital.

Seeing him frowning, Chi Yuanmian frowned.I understood what he was thinking in my heart, and comforted me with a light smile: "It's okay, aren't you still with me? Let's celebrate the New Year together tonight!"

"Okay, let's celebrate the New Year together!" Song Zian's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he nodded heavily.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the room, and Yang Yun's voice sounded outside the door, "An'an, come out for dinner."

"I won't tell you for now, I'll call after dinner." Song Zian said goodbye to him hastily, and then hung up the phone.

Song Wenyi's workmanship was pretty good, and it was obviously a New Year's Eve dinner for three people, so a large table was set up abruptly.

The dumplings are also wrapped and are being cooked in the pot. It is the tradition of their family to eat dumplings after the New Year's Eve dinner.

Yang Yun poured two glasses of fruit juice for herself and Song Zian, and Song Wenyi's was wine. The three cups were lifted up and touched under the light. The crisp sound was especially loud amidst the sound of firecrackers and fireworks outside, full of the smell of human fireworks. .

"It's just that we didn't bring our mother over, otherwise this year will be more reunion!" Song Wenyi sighed after taking a sip of his wine.

His parents passed away early, so he was talking about Yang Yun's mother.

Yang Yun also sighed, "It's not like you don't know my mother's stubborn temper, how could she come up? But I told her, we will go down the day after tomorrow to pay New Year's greetings."

"Are you going to see grandma the day after tomorrow?" Song Zian asked vaguely with a rib in his mouth.

"That's right, grandma misses you!" Yang Yun laughed.

Song Zian's eyes brightened, and he felt more hopeful in his heart.In addition to missing his grandma, he also misses the little chicks he raised, whether they have grown up or not?

And...do you want to go to Chi Yuanmian's grandfather's house to pay him a New Year's greeting?

But Chi Yuanmian wasn't there, so it felt weird to go alone.

He ate absent-mindedly, and put the bowl away without eating much.

When he walked into the kitchen, looking at the dumplings still cooking in the pot, his heart suddenly remembered what Chi Yuanmian had said to him earlier, so he asked Yang Yun, "Mom, have you put my dumplings in yet?"

"It's all gone in. You can check if it's cooked. You can fish it up and eat it when it's cooked."

Song Zian groaned, and stirred the dumplings with a spoon placed beside him.

The round dumplings shuttled one by one in the steaming soup, and Song Zian took great effort to scoop up his crooked lumps of noodles.

Holding the steaming bowl of dumplings, he sneaked towards his bedroom.

"An'an, are you familiar?" Song Wenyi looked up and saw him, and asked.

"Uh...it's ready." Song Zian blew guiltily, "It's too hot now, I'll take it to my room to do a few questions first, and eat it after it's cold."

Song Wenyi watched his back in a hurry to enter the room, frowned and whispered, "Honey, don't you think our son is getting more and more study-crazed? Even the meals have to be brought to the room to eat."

Yang Yun laughed, "It's better now, you haven't seen how energetic he was before! In the past few days, I can always see him talking on the phone with his classmates with his mobile phone, and the chat is very happy .”

"And what we're talking about isn't about doing quizzes, papers and other study things. It's just sharing some simple daily life. Maybe it's a friend who has a good time!"

Only then did Song Wenyi put his mind down, "Then I can rest assured. Although our son never needs us to worry about his studies, I was still worried that he would overstudy and wear himself down."

After Song Zian closed the door and turned the lock, he brought the bowl of dumplings to the desk.

He straightened his clothes and hair in the mirror on the closet, and after confirming that his image was ok at the moment, he clicked on the video call with Chi Yuanmian.

The video was connected a few seconds later, and Song Zian proudly pointed the camera at the steaming bowl of dumplings, "How is it? The dumplings are already out of the pan!"

Chi Yuanmian smiled lightly, and boasted, "Not bad, it looks delicious."

Song Zian picked up a dumpling in hot soup, handed it to the camera of the phone, and suddenly became playful, "Ah...open your mouth!"

Unexpectedly, the person on the opposite side opened his mouth cooperatively, even pretended to chew it a few times, and boasted solemnly: "Mmm, it's delicious."

The childish little trick actually got a response from the person opposite, Song Zian burst out laughing, staring straight at the screen.

The incandescent lights in the hospital were bright and dazzling, reflecting a cold light on the face of the person on the screen. He obviously had a lazy look at the end of his eyes, but Song Zian couldn't help but make his heart beat faster.

"I really want to start school soon..." He said in a muffled voice.

Chi Yuanmian raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter? Are you bored at home?"

"No..." Song Zian tilted his head to look at him, and said in a lazy tone, "You'll be back after school starts."

Chi Yuanmian at the other end of the video seemed to be stunned, and after a long time, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, "Miss me?"

Song Zian's face became hot from his fiery gaze, and his fingers curled up under the desk and tangled together, but he didn't want to be succeeded by him like this, so he deliberately pouted and said, "I don't want to!"

The other side laughed again, "Really?"

Song Zian coughed and corrected in a low voice: "Okay, a little bit."

"Just a little bit, no more."

"Well, a little bit." Chi Yuanmian's voice was filled with a kind of drowning tenderness, "I miss you too, a little more than you."

Song Zian's face turned red visibly again, covering his face and wrapping his head in his arms, only the back of his head was exposed.

help!Why is Chi Yuanmian so flirtatious?When it comes to love stories, come up with a set.

He raised his head suddenly, the blush on his cheeks was still dyed, he looked at the screen suspiciously, and asked in a buzzing voice: "Why are you doing this? Is this really the first time you are in love?"

Chi Yuanmian also looked over, and said in a low voice, "Teacher Song is a good teacher."

38、I miss you

On the second day after Chinese New Year, Song Zian followed his parents back to his grandmother's house in the town.

The small town does not have as many lights and festoons as in the city, but it is also full of the atmosphere of the New Year.

There are many pieces of fireworks and firecrackers scattered on the ground at the door of every house. The air is filled with a faint smell of gunpowder smoke, mixed with the smell of fireworks burning wood and straw, which is a little more humane than the city.

After lunch, Song Zian sneaked out while his parents and grandma were chatting.

The road in the town is not spacious, and there is a thin layer of snow on the road.The big trees on both sides have turned into two rows of bare branches, and the bare branches are only sporadically covered with some bright white snow.

Song Zian stretched out his hand to pick up some snow on the branches, and formed a round snowball, holding it in his hand to play with.

While playing, he made a video call to Chi Yuanmian.It took more than ten seconds to connect over there, and Chi Yuanmian in the screen changed the background, it didn't look like he was in the hospital anymore.

"Have you gone home?" Song Zian asked curiously, staring at the log-colored wallpaper behind him.

Chi Yuanmian rubbed his hair, with a trace of laziness in his brows, "My dad has been discharged from the hospital. This is his house in America."

Song Zi'an responded in a low voice, took a camera and looked around, "Then guess where I am now?"

In the picture, Song Zi'an is standing on a small road that is not spacious. On both sides of the road are bare trees and a large rice field covered with scattered snow.

Song Zian was wearing a white down jacket, his delicate and pure face was a little red from the cold wind, even the tip of his nose was a little red.

It's so cute that you want to squeeze it.

"Going to see grandma?" Chi Yuanmian replied without thinking