The Holy Father of Dog Blood is Awakened

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Lin Youzhuo's heart skipped a few seconds before returning to normal.

Song Xingchen appeared suddenly, which was beyond his expectation.

He didn't speak.

Seeing the indifference on Lin Youzhuo's face, Song Xingchen pursed his lower lip, put away his phone and continued, "Don't be angry, I definitely didn't follow you, I just learned from Shen Yi that you are also in this community."

"I'm here to see my brother, and I want to chat with you by the way." His tone was eager to please, "My brother is Song Xuejing, you and him are good friends, right?"

I thought that Lin Youzhuo would loosen a little after Song Xuejing was moved out, but Lin Youzhuo's expression remained unchanged.

Song Xingchen had no choice but to move forward, hesitated for a moment, and stopped three bricks away from Lin Youzhuo, he whispered, "You don't need to be hostile to me, I'm not here to destroy you and Lu Qi."

There was a flash of water in his eyes, but he still tried his best to pull the corners of his lips: "I don't have that ability either. You also saw that night, Lu Qi didn't even look at me."

Lin Youzhuo finally said, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Great, you're willing to talk to me." Song Xingchen's pale face turned pink due to excitement, he didn't dare to blink, and stared straight at Lin Youzhuo, "I have a question to ask you. "

Fearing that Lin Youzhuo would say "I don't listen" again, he spoke quickly and anxiously: "Do you love Lu Qi?"

Lin Youzhuo asked back, "Is there nothing else in your life other than love?"

Song Xingchen was taken aback, he looked at Lin Youzhuo puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Lin Youzhuo said calmly, "I'm not. If it's such a meaningless question, I won't answer you."

"It doesn't make sense..." Song Xingchen chewed these four words in a low voice.

Manicured and sleek nails are unconsciously pinched into the palm of the hand.

Lin Youzhuo happily possessed Lu Qi, which he couldn't even have in his dreams, but Lin Youzhuo said, it's meaningless?

He didn't understand, didn't understand, and was very angry at the same time.

Song Xingchen's cheeks were rarely flushed, he clenched his fists, a little annoyed, and his voice finally became louder: "How can you say that, you and Lu Qi are engaged..."

Lin Youzhuo smiled unexpectedly: "Mr. Song, so you also know that Lu Qi and I are engaged, so why should I answer you, an outsider, about the matter between the two of us?"

If before, Lin Youzhuo was not sure about Lu Qi's attitude towards Song Xingchen, he would not have interfered in Lu Qi's private affairs.

But on the night of the first snowfall, he witnessed Lu Qi's ignorance of Song Xingchen. Lu Qi had helped him many times, and this time it was him who helped Lu Qi solve the trouble.

Every word he said was to stimulate Song Xingchen.

Sure enough, Song Xingchen was accurately hit by the "two people" and the "outsider". The blood on his face faded instantly, and he was so pale that he would be blown away by the wind at any time.

Song Xingchen's breathing became short of breath. He tremblingly took out the aerosol, took a few deep breaths, and then showed a weak smile: "I...I just want to make sure that Lu Qi is happy."

"Sorry." Lin Youzhuo continued, "Even if I want to confirm his happiness, I am the only one who has the qualification."

Song Xingchen was completely dumbfounded, his mouth moved, and he couldn't refute for a long time.

Lin Youzhuo nodded and left without saying a word.

Almost downstairs, Lin Youzhuo saw a familiar figure squatting at the entrance of the corridor from a distance.

Song Xuejing has a chicken nest on her head, one foot is wearing slippers, one foot is stepping on the upper of the other shoe, and she is wearing a set of thin house clothes. The pointed chin is buried in the knee and dozing off. If you don't pay attention to it, you will think it is a child.

Lin Youzhuo stepped faster.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Song Xuejing opened his eyelids in a daze, glanced up, his sleepiness disappeared immediately, and he stood up in surprise.

I don't know if he is like this often. He stands on one foot so skillfully that he doesn't even shake it.

He asked Lin Youzhuo eagerly, "Can I stay at your house for a while?"

When he got home, Lin Youzhuo didn't ask Song Xuejing why he was in such a mess. He asked Song Xuejing to go to the bathroom to soak his feet in hot water, and then found him cotton slippers and a nightgown.

The cotton mop and nightgown had been washed and put away in the sun, and they smelled of cotton and sunlight. The nightgown originally reached Lin Youzhuo's knees, but when worn on Song Xuejing's body, it reached directly to the ankles.

Song Xuejing lowered her head in embarrassment, her eyes quietly drifted to Guozhen on the chest of drawers.

Lin Youzhuo noticed it and offered to make him a cup of hot Guozhen.

The misty heat smelled like a strong orange. Song Xuejing's eyes were like two amber stones illuminated by a light. They were very bright. He took it happily: "Thank you."

Drank half a glass in one gulp.

Song Xuejing came to be a guest, and the pancake, sausage and eight-treasure porridge that Lin Youzhuo just bought could only be tomorrow's breakfast.

He recalled that there was enough stock in the refrigerator, so he shouldn't need to go to the supermarket to buy it.

He asked Song Xuejing: "Is there any food that should not be eaten?"

Song Xuejing immediately shook her head: "No."

Lin Youzhuo rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen, and said as he walked, "You can use the TV and computer as you like, and dinner will be served in half an hour."

Song Xuejing was very surprised. He finished drinking Guozhen quickly, picked up his stumbling nightgown, and followed lightly to the kitchen door.

In the kitchen, Lin Youzhuo was already washing rice in the vegetable sink, Song Xuejing's pupils quivered, "You know how to cook?"

Lin Youzhuo didn't look back: "Yes."

"..." Song Xuejing was shocked for a long time before whispering, "You are amazing."

Lin Youzhuo washed the rice and put it in the rice cooker to cook, then went to the refrigerator to get the necessary ingredients.

Song Xuejing was dumbfounded the whole time.

When the three dishes and one soup came to the table, Song Xuejing was speechless, and buried her head in the blizzard to swallow.

Stir-fried shredded potatoes have a refreshing and crisp taste.

The tomato and eggs are sweet and sour, and the sweet and sour tomato soup pops out immediately after one bite of the egg.

The only meat dish is stir-fried pork, stir-fried with green peppers and tempeh. The pork belly is three parts fat and seven parts thin.

The soup is fresh mint, winter melon and soybean soup, which is especially comfortable for the stomach in winter.

A few dishes were simple home-cooked dishes. Lin Youzhuo ate two bowls of rice, and Song Xuejing took care of the rest.

In the end, there was still a little soup left on the tomatoes and eggs, and Song Xuejing scraped off the remaining rice grains on the wall of the pot, and ate it all without a drop.

Lin Youzhuo thought that he still underestimated Song Xuejing's appetite, so he asked, "There are two eggs left, how about cooking you another bowl of egg noodles?"

Song Xuejing put down the bowl, shook her head and said, "I'm only [-]% full for dinner."

He didn't know how to clean up, but he got up immediately to grab the dishes: "I'll do the dishes!"

He cleaned up with careless hands, but he didn't break it. Following Lin Youzhuo's prompt, he put all the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher.

Song Xuejing always ordered takeaway. He didn't need a dishwasher at home, and he hadn't used it before. However, he knew the principle of this simple household appliance at a glance. He found the dishwashing block, put it in the box, and pressed it to start.

After coming out of the kitchen, it was already dark outside.

Song Xuejing wasn't sure if Song Xingchen was still at his house or not. After a long time of mental preparation, he mustered up the courage to ask, "Lin Youzhuo, can you accompany me home?"

Song Xuejing knew of Song Xingchen's existence when she was 8 years old.

In the ward full of the smell of medicine, Song Xingchen lay on the bed with his eyes closed, with many infusion tubes in his hands.

He and Song Yinan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Song Yinan told him: "He is your younger brother Song Xingchen, who is two months younger than you. He is in poor health and can only live in the hospital. From now on, you should come and play with him often."

Song Xuejing replied: "I don't have a younger brother."

Soon, Song Yinan slapped him: "If you are disobedient, you will never get a penny of my property in the future!"

Song Xuejing is not interested in money, all he needs is a telescope that can see the universe.

As for the binoculars, his mother has already bought them for him.

So he is not obedient.

Later, Song Xuejing never saw Song Xingchen again until he was 10 years old. Song Xingchen moved to Song's house and lived next door to him.

Come to his room every day to find him.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Brother, can you tell me the story of the stars?"

"Brother, I'm afraid of thunder, can I sleep with you for one night?"

"Brother, brother,..."

"elder brother……"

Song Xuejing was afraid of Song Xingchen, he didn't want to hear him call brother.

As a result, at noon today, the doorbell rang.

He thought that the fried chicken had arrived, but he opened the door, and Song Xingchen stood outside: "Brother, that's great, I finally found you!"

……

Song Xuejing ran away.

The slippers flew away and didn't dare to drop them back to pick them up, because Song Xingchen was still behind: "Brother, brother..."

……

A few hours later, Song Xingchen might not be still there, but Song Xuejing didn't dare to gamble, but he had to go back to do his homework, and the courseware was all in the computer.

He looked down at Xie Jian anxiously, waiting for Lin Youzhuo's answer.

The next moment, Lin Youzhuo's voice sounded: "Let's go."

Song Xuejing looked up, Lin Youzhuo had already put on his coat and was waiting for him at the porch.

Song Xuejing borrowed a pair of shoes from Lin Youzhuo, but he didn't need a coat, so he smiled happily: "I'm not afraid of the cold."

Then the two discussed mechanics, they were so focused that they didn't even pay attention to the snowflakes falling outside, as they were walking, suddenly a car light shone in front of them, and Lin Youzhuo turned his head first.

Not far away, a familiar Hongqi car was parked.

Lu Qi had already got out of the car, he was sitting in a wheelchair, parked beside the car, and smiled at Lin Youzhuo.

Lin Youzhuo talked to Song Xuejing, and ran back quickly. A few flakes of snow fell on Lu Qi's shoulders, and he wiped them off naturally, with a surprised smile in his eyes: "Why did you come?"

Lu Qi handed over the thermos bucket: "Huajiao Xueli, drink it again before going to bed."

Immediately, his eyes swept across Song Xuejing in the distance: "What are you talking about with your friends? So focused."

"Some mechanical problems." Lin Youzhuo took the thermos, he opened it and smelled it, his eyes slightly bent, "It smells so good."

Lu Qi kept looking at him, seeing that the tip of Lin Youzhuo's nose was slightly red from the cold, he opened the car door and took out the little red umbrella.

"It's snowing, take it with you."

Lin Youzhuo asked, "You don't need it?"

Lu Qi's brows were tender like never before: "I'll go back right away, I don't need an umbrella. Besides, there is a spare umbrella in the car."

Lin Youzhuo was stunned, he unconsciously squeezed the handle of the thermos bucket: "Are you here to bring me pear soup?"

"Not all, I have other things." Before Lin Youzhuo took the umbrella, Lu Qi passed it forward again, "Go, your friend is waiting for you."

Only then did Lin Youzhuo take the umbrella.

Lu Qi left quickly, Lin Youzhuo watched the headlights drive away, looked down at the little red umbrella, raised the corners of his lips, then opened the umbrella to block the snowflakes, and went back to find Song Xuejing with the thermos.

As soon as he came back, Song Xuejing said, "I know him."

Lin Youzhuo explained, "He's also a Peking University student."

"No."

Song Xuejing shook her head heavily: "I've seen his photo."

"It's a news picture cut from a newspaper, and it's pasted all over Song Xingchen's room."