damaged

About to part, Jiangnan felt sad, his face was stiff and he didn't show it, he just drank his head and drank. Before he tasted the food, there was only the bottom of the wine bottle on the table.

He blushed from drinking, sometimes he slapped the table with joy, and sometimes he sank suddenly.

Everyone could tell that Jiang Nan was drunk.

"Grandpa, you eat two mouthfuls of food, and then we go to rest, you are drunk." Wang Sheng was worried beside him.

Jiang Nan waved his hand and said with a smile: "I'm not drunk, who said I was drunk, why drunk, you are talking nonsense!"

That's what he said, but the Jiangnan people had already stood up, staggered, and staggered towards the inner room, waving their arms, refusing to let Wang Sheng help them, and cursing in their mouths: "You brat, say I'm drunk ...How could I be drunk? I can't drink a thousand glasses!"

Except for Wang Sheng who went in to serve, the rest of the people sitting at the dining table lost their appetites.

The atmosphere of parting has spread since this morning. Although Jiang Nan doesn't say it in his heart, everyone can see that Jiang Nan feels sad about everyone's departure, but he just uses wine to relieve his sorrow.

Picking up the chopsticks and hastily sucking two bites into their mouths, everyone also tacitly went back to their respective homes, lying in bed and spending the last night here.

Early tomorrow morning, we will gather at the designated place, take the car we took when we came, and then return to our respective homes.

Apart from Jiangnan, the one who is most reluctant is Wang Sheng, who has the closest relationship with Jiangnan.

As soon as he came out of Jiangnan's bedroom, he cried with snot and tears, and couldn't stop crying until he entered the Westinghouse. Meng Wenjun and Fangzheng were at a loss.

I've never seen a man cry so hard.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, it's okay, we can come here by ourselves in the future, and then come to find Grandpa Jiangnan." Meng Wenjun sat next to Wang Sheng and patted Wang Sheng's back as a sign of comfort.

Fangzheng also took advantage of the situation and sat on the other side of Wang Sheng, following Meng Wenjun's words, and comforted him: "Grandpa Jiangnan also misses you."

As soon as the words were spoken, Wang Sheng had already suppressed half of the tears, but now they burst out from his eye sockets like a river breaking its embankment, crying so hard that he couldn't breathe.

Meng Wenjun glanced at Fang Zheng with a wry smile, and Fang Zheng looked back innocently, not knowing what he said wrong, which caused Wang Sheng to cry again.

After a long time, under the consolation of Meng Wenjun and Fangzheng, Wang Sheng's tears stopped.

He stammered, "Grandpa Jiangnan...you are a good grandfather."

Meng Wenjun smiled and said, "Grandpa Jiangnan is of course a good grandfather." The tone was like coaxing children, no, it was more like the tone when communicating with Xiaoman.

Hearing it in Fangzheng's ears made Fangzheng laugh.

The tears on Wang Sheng's face were still wet, and he looked over with Meng Wenjun, and looked at him innocently: "Brother Zheng, are you laughing at me?" As soon as he said this, Fangzheng's laughter became more presumptuous, and he raised his finger Looking at Wang Sheng, he wanted to say a few words intermittently, but was interrupted by his own laughter, choked in his throat, and couldn't make up a complete sentence.

"Xiao Wang, is this okay? Can you bear it?" Meng Wenjun pretended to be serious.

Wang Sheng's biggest problem was that he couldn't stand the temptation, so he quickly responded, "Of course not!"

"beat him!"

"Got it!"

As he said that, Wang Sheng stretched out his hand suddenly, and pushed Fang Zheng onto the quilt behind him. Before Fang Zheng could react, Wang Sheng stepped on Fang Zheng's body, pressed down, and grabbed Fang Zheng's two legs. Arms, trying to use the advantage of riding, suppress Fang Zheng from top to bottom with the advantage of angle.

Taking advantage of Fangzheng's inattention, Wang Sheng let go of Fangzheng's arm again, and then passed his hand to his waist. Ke scratched the itchy flesh on Fangzheng's waist, laughing nonstop.

"Isn't it wrong? Huh?" These words are quite arrogant when a villain is successful.

Fangzheng was at a loss by Wang Sheng's sudden attack at first, but even if Wang Sheng sat on him, the difference in stature between the two was too big. It was like a monkey riding a bear in comparison. Due to the difference in physique and Wang Sheng's inattention, Fangzheng forcefully pulled Wang Sheng up from him and threw him beside the bed.

He imitated Wang Sheng's movements just now, and sat on Wang Sheng suddenly, almost breaking Wang Sheng's bones: "Who are you saying is wrong? Huh?"

Wang Sheng kicked his legs wildly while laughing, while begging for mercy: "Wrong, wrong, Brother Zheng, I was wrong, I dare not do it again, you let me go, my lord has a lot."

After joking again, Fangzheng let go of Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng took a breath, got up from the bed, looked at Meng Wenjun who couldn't help laughing beside him, and said pretending to be annoyed: "Brother Wenjun, you are not righteous at all, you will know when you see me being bullied by Brother Zheng." Laughing beside you."

Meng Wenjun raised his hand and stretched out his finger to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes: "What can I do? You want to rush up by yourself."

"It's not because of you!"

Meng Wenjun raised his hand and rubbed Wang Sheng's head: "How could it be because of me?"

"!"

Fangzheng sat cross-legged beside him, watching the two fight together again, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He thought of Meng Wenjun's medicine again.

On the surface, Meng Wenjun got up the earliest every morning, and secretly took the pill in the suitcase before the two of them got up.

In fact, Fang Zheng was the first one to wake up, but he was lying on the bed, not daring to open his eyes, and waited until Meng Wenjun had gone out for a long time before pretending to wake up.

Fang Zheng knew exactly what Meng Wenjun was doing every morning.

Fangzheng kept Meng Wenjun's secret in his heart, and he didn't tell anyone.

With this secret in mind, whenever he sees Meng Wenjun handling things so perfectly, he always has other emotions in his heart.

It took a long time for Fang Zheng to conclude.

That feeling is called sympathy.He didn't know what kind of life Meng Wenjun had experienced, but when he thought that he might have suffered those unbearable pains, he deeply sympathized with the man in front of him.

The three of them quarreled for a long time, and the first one to fall asleep was Wang Sheng who couldn't put anything in his mind.

After all my physical exertion, I fell asleep almost as soon as my head touched the pillow, and it was very fragrant.

Meng Wenjun patted Wang Sheng twice, but did not wake him up.

Fang Zheng said, "Let him sleep."

Meng Wenjun looked up at Fangzheng, met his eyes, and said with a smile, "No, Xiao Wang sleeps more than anyone else." Then, he turned his head and said, "Thank you."

Fangzheng was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "What?"

"Thank you for keeping it a secret for me."

"It's from the time when Wang Sheng broke the bowl, did you know that I understand it?"

Meng Wenjun smiled and shook his head: "That matter was just confirmed again. From the very beginning, I knew you understood. The expression on your face at that time was clearly written."

"After that incident, why didn't you say anything?"

Meng Wenjun didn't answer, but asked another question: "Fangzheng, why are you called Fangzheng?"

Fangzheng almost blurted out without thinking, "Father taught me to be a square person."

"There are so many shapes of people in the world, I hope your square shape will not be torn apart."

……

Compared with the liveliness of the West Room, the atmosphere in the East Room is extraordinarily deserted.After the two of them simply washed up, they turned off the lights early and lay on the bed.

Zhou Zhou could tell that Zhang Ailin was unhappy.

She guessed it was probably because of Jiangnan.

It was indeed as she had imagined, at this moment, all the images of Jiangnan's hard work flashed in Zhang Ailin's mind.Seeing Jiangnan's appearance just now, she couldn't bear it, but she couldn't do anything.

Thinking that after they left, Jiangnan would continue to live alone, she couldn't help feeling a little sad for Grandpa Jiangnan.

"What are you thinking?" Zhou Zhou asked knowingly.

She turned her head, taking advantage of the light from the window, looking at Zhang Ailin's flickering eyelashes.

Although there was only the distance between the head and the end of the bed, she anxiously resented the extra distance.

"I'm thinking about Grandpa Jiangnan." Zhang Ailin answered honestly.The answer she said was exactly the same as the answer Zhou Zhou imagined in his mind, even every word was accurate.

So easy to guess, and so hard to guess.

Zhou Zhou sighed, and deliberately changed the subject: "Yes, we have to part."

Although parting from Jiangnan, Zhou Zhou felt sad in his heart.

But this sorrow, compared to the loneliness of being separated from the person in front of me, to make an inappropriate comparison, it is simply insignificant.

Zhang Ailin felt strange when she heard this: "What's the difference between us? We're in the same class, don't we still have to see each other every day?"

Zhou Zhou said closely to her voice: "I mean, we can no longer be together almost 24 hours like these days."

Zhang Ailin froze for a moment, then turned her head and looked in Zhou Zhou's direction, but there was no window on Zhou Zhou's side, and Zhou Zhou was in the dark, so she couldn't see Zhou Zhou's face clearly.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Zhou asked in the dark, with a sigh.

"I can't see your face clearly." Zhang Ailin replied truthfully.

Zhou Zhou pressed his hands on the bed, straightened his arms, got out from his quilt, and moved to the side where Zhang Ailin was.

She slowly came from the darkness to the light, like a dancer who was suddenly hit by a spotlight on the stage for the first time.

Her eyes gleamed brightly in the light.And her eyelashes, and her hair, and the fine soft down on her delicate bare arms.

There was a faint smile on Zhou Zhou's face, the kind Zhang Ailin had never seen on her.With charm and desire, it seemed that something was struggling to escape.

"Do you see clearly now?" Zhou Zhou said softly, his voice was as soft as a feather falling on the ground.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you?"

Zhou Zhou leaned down, his whole body was almost lying on Zhang Ailin's body, he touched Zhang Ailin vaguely, but not very close, blatantly teasing.

Zhou Zhou's lips were pressed against Zhang Ailin's ears, blowing out a numbing soft wind, which made her tremble: "I ask, now, can you hear me clearly?"

After speaking, she straightened up again, lowered her eyes, and looked at Zhang Ailin.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Ailin opened and closed her lips, uttering the sounds of these words.

Suddenly, Zhou Zhou tied her hair behind her right ear, bent down, and pressed her lips against Zhang Ailin's lips, involuntarily wanting to continue and explore her secrets.

The touch of her slightly cool skin, the warm breath, the aroma unique to her body, and the sweetness in her mouth are intertwined, like a riverbed in April, with dragonflies flying low on it, splashing layers upon layers ripples.

Everything about her made Zhou Zhou madly fascinated.

After a long time, Zhou Zhou raised his body, looked at the person under him with a smile, and the taste of her mouth was on the tip of his tongue.

She looked a little lost, blushing up to the base of her ears, all the way to the tip of her ears.This was the first time Zhou Zhou saw her like this.Like it very much.

Zhou Zhou raised his hand, caressed her cheek, and slid it to her ear, kneading her hot auricle.

"I like you."

This is a confession to her and an oath to herself.

"Arlene, no matter what, you will be mine."

Zhou Zhou said in his heart.