I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

"There is fruit at home."

Seeing his nervous face, Ran Yuanxing thought it was funny, curled his index finger to hook his nose, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, my grandma has a good temper, and she likes a tall and handsome boy like you the most."

This consolation was too pale, Nan Yirong didn't relax, still held his hand to prevent him from moving, and opened his eyes wide to express his helplessness.

Ran Yuanxing let go of his hand helplessly, "Then what do you want to do?"

"Or...won't you go in today?"

Nan Yirong admits that he is a little timid now, thinking of what Lin Miaomiao said, he can't get over it psychologically, and always feels that he is abducting someone's precious grandson who has worked so hard to drag him.

"It's all at the door." Ran Yuanxing didn't expect that he would retreat at this time, coaxing in a low voice:

"Don't be burdened. I won't say anything until you're ready. Just treat this meeting as an ordinary meeting. It's just a good friend coming to your house to meet the elders, okay?"

Hearing what he said, Nan Yirong reluctantly nodded.

Ran Yuanxing smiled, leaned over and kissed his drooping eyelids, "Good boy."

Nan Yirong hurriedly pushed him away, and even made a fuss at the door!

Ran Yuanxing blinked innocently, took out the key and opened the door.

The door opened, and Nan Yirong saw the old lady sitting on the sofa. The old lady was reading a book wearing presbyopic glasses. When she noticed the movement at the door, she took off her glasses and looked over.

Nan Yirong could see her face clearly, Ran Yuanxing looked three points like her, especially the pair of smiling and affectionate peach blossom eyes were carved out of the same mold, which made Nan Yirong's tense nerves relax a bit.

The old lady didn't pay attention to Nan Yirong at first, she just looked at her grandson and asked him why he came back so early.

Ran Yuanxing smiled slightly, and let Nan Yirong behind him come in. Nan Yirong smiled at her, and shouted calmly, "Grandma is good."

The old lady immediately put down the book and stood up, looked at Ran Yuanxing reproachfully, came over and pulled Nan Yirong to the sofa.

Ran Yuanxing came over to say a few words, ran to the kitchen to cut up the fruits and brought them over, poured water for Nan Yirong and handed it to him, then ran to take a bath, completely ignoring Nan Yirong's eyes asking for help.

The old lady was very close to Nan Yirong. Seeing that he was still awkward after a few words, she moved away empathetically, looked at the cup in his hand, and smiled kindly: "I know our family Ran Ran is very nervous in school. He is popular, but he has never brought anyone home. Grandma has only seen Lin Miaomiao for so many years, so she may be too happy to see you, a little excited, don't take it personally."

Nan Yirong was taken aback for a moment, and quickly shook his head.

The old lady touched his hand and said with a smile: "He treats you differently than Lin Miaomiao. In the past, when Lin Miaomiao came, he would politely talk with him until the girl left. He treated you more casually. I poured the water and ran to take a shower, it seems that you have a good relationship."

"Well, he is very good to me." Nan Yirong nodded, with a smile in his eyes, he had a good relationship with Ran Yuanxing, he knew it, but it was a different feeling when he said it from an elder who loved Ran Yuanxing .

The old lady said something about Ran Yuanxing again, and suddenly asked: "Yi Rong, tell grandma, did Ran Yuanxing fall in love at school?"

Nan Yirong paused and raised his eyes to look at her. The old lady still had a gentle smile on her face, which did not seem to be fake. This relieved Nan Yirong, who was instantly vigilant, and carefully responded: "Grandma why do you ask me so?" ?”

"He used to talk to me when he was at home on vacation. This time he went out early in the morning when he came back, and said he didn't come back for lunch and dinner. The same happened in the next two days. I wondered if he was in a relationship..."

When the old lady said this, she seemed to be afraid that Nan Yirong might misunderstand her, so she explained with a smile, "His parents are in love at his age, and grandma didn't object, just thinking why he didn't bring other girls over and let me Take a good look."

Looking at her smiling eyes, which were exactly the same as Ran Yuanxing's, sweeping over the wrinkles at the end of her eyes, Nan Yirong was silent for a few seconds, shook his head, and said, "He's not in a relationship, and he's been working part-time for the past three days. Make money to buy some good things and come back to honor you, besides, didn’t he come back for dinner? Don’t think too much about it.”

The old lady smiled, she didn't know whether to believe it or not, she just patted his hand lightly, and pushed the fruit on the table, "I just pestered you to talk, but didn't tell you to eat fruit, grandma is old and not thoughtful, you I'm so sorry."

Nan Yirong felt guilty, didn't dare to say anything, and obediently lowered his head to eat the fruit.

Next, the two sat quietly, the old lady put on her reading glasses to read again, but every time she put down the toothpick in Nan Yirong and was about to stop eating, she would raise her head, insert the fruit and hand it over with a smile, " You are too thin, you need to eat more, children will look better if they are fatter."

"..." Nan Yirong took it silently.

Nan Yirong bit the bullet and finished half a plate of fruit, before his stomach swelled, and finally hoped for Ran Yuanxing.

As soon as Ran Yuanxing came out, wiping his head sideways, the eyes of the boy on the sofa lit up, as if he saw the savior, he immediately stood up and wanted to come over.

Ran Yuanxing smiled secretly, hurried over to pull him to sit down, and silently asked him what's wrong.

Nan Yirong felt a little wronged and motioned him to look at the table.

Ran Yuanxing looked over and saw that half of the plate full of fruit was gone, so he couldn't help laughing.

Nan Yirong doesn't eat much, he knows it, but this time he can eat so much, it seems that he is really "terrified" of his grandma.

Seeing that he was not sympathetic and laughed out loud, Nan Yirong glared at him fiercely, his expression was still a bit ferocious, and it happened that this little gesture was seen by the old lady who turned her head to look over, and the two of them directly met each other's eyes.

"..." Nan Yirong froze, wanting to cry in his heart, coming to someone's house for free, eating and drinking for nothing, and even being cruel to his grandson, what should the old lady think of him?

Ran Yuanxing had seen enough of the drama, and knew that he would run away in embarrassment, so he coughed lightly, and said "Grandma, let me show him my room", and dragged him away.

After entering the room, Ran Yuanxing locked the door.

Only then did Nan Yirong's flustered heartbeat ease, and he was about to complain, but when he saw his handsome face enlarged, he approached him, lightly pressed his shoulder and kissed him.

The boy seemed a little emotional, closed his eyes and kissed him deeply and heavily, as if he wanted to rub him into his body, and the hand holding his shoulder slowly slipped down and hugged his back.

Breathing intertwined, heartbeat blending, lips and tongue occasionally touched the sound of water stains, Nan Yirong was kissed until his scalp was numb, his bones were soft and his tendons were crisp, and he felt in a trance that deep in his soul was panting and trembling.

The temperature in the room was getting higher and higher, and Nan Yirong's face was getting redder and redder. In the end, he couldn't bear to push the boy who was still clinging to him, let out a few gasps, and said with difficulty: "Okay... okay , that's enough, I'm going to faint from your kiss..."

Ran Yuanxing knew the taste by eating his marrow, and refused to let go at all. After hearing what he said, he suddenly smiled, feeling secretly refreshed that he was destroying the atmosphere.In the end, she buried her head in his neck and lingered for a long time, raised her head and kissed his blushing face, and then put him on the bed with half hugs and half arms.

Nan Yirong sat on the bed and covered his face to cool himself down. He wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it. It was too embarrassing. Who would believe it? He was almost passed out by a kid just now...

Seeing this, Ran Yuanxing swallowed back his provocative words, turned around and walked to the desk, took out a folder, sat in front of him, and handed the folder over.

"It's agreed that the study is over, and I will take you to the library to study the college entrance examination papers. I blamed me for not explaining clearly and making you angry. I ignored me for a day. I printed out the test papers and sorted out the questions. I will stay at home for the past two days. Take a look first, send me a message if you don’t understand something, and I’ll make a video call to you after work.”

Nan Yirong took it over, grabbed the folder in his hand, looked up at him, frowned and said, "You still want to pretend to be a doll? I don't need expensive gifts, I like whatever you give me, don't go."

"I already promised him, it's not good if I don't go." Ran Yuanxing laughed, avoiding the point.

Nan Yirong looked at him without saying a word.

Ran Yuanxing knew that he was upset, so he quickly changed the subject and showed him some toys in his room. Nan Yirong responded patiently, followed him with his eyes, and suddenly deserted, his eyes stopped on the photo frame in the corner of the desk .

It was an old photo, and one could vaguely see what Ran Yuanxing looked like when he was a child. There was a man and a woman standing on his left and right, all looking down at him dotingly. Clearly, Nan Yirong walked over and picked it up for a closer look.

The line reads: happy birthday baby, be happy every day - always love your parents.

Nan Yirong lowered his head and was in a daze. Ran Yuanxing had already come up from behind, shaking his hand slightly.

Then he took a deep breath, held Nan Yirong's hand tightly, as if he had made up his mind, and said softly, "They took this photo with me when I was 8 years old. One month after the photo was taken, my father died in a car accident.

Our family used to be in business. After my father left, the business plummeted. My mother struggled alone for a long time, and finally couldn't take it anymore. She jumped off in front of me when I was in the first year of junior high school. She left me a A letter, saying I'm sorry, but she really can't hold on anymore, let me not blame her..."

Nan Yirong was startled, and was about to turn around, but Ran Yuanxing hugged his waist tightly, not letting him move.

The boy buried his head on his shoulder and continued: "I don't blame her, I just feel sad, she never showed negative emotions in front of me, even on the day when my father passed away, she always smiled, I I didn't know she was in such pain, I thought she was in a good mood, I..."

His words stopped here, Nan Yirong was so anxious to turn around, but Ran Yuanxing was suddenly so powerful that he insisted on not letting him break free from his embrace.

"Ran Yuanxing!" Nan Yirong was a little annoyed, "You relax..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person holding him suddenly let go of his strength, and then a tear fell and landed on his shoulder.