The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

The sound of the rain dripping, the warm voice came out slowly and orderly, intoxicated and fascinated, Jiang Han's eyes softened unknowingly.

After Wen Yan finished speaking, he walked down the stage.The girls around followed her eyes again, talking in whispers.

The rain gradually became heavier again, and Wen Yan paused as soon as he sat down.

"Smoking?"

Jiang Han gave a low "hmm", the muffled voice was mixed with the sound of the majestic rain.His voice is a bit hoarse because of smoking.

The two sat in front and back, and Jiang Han used a fan to blow the wind on Wen Yan's neck.

After a few seconds, Wen Yan didn't ask why, and started to play with his phone with his head down.

"Is it hot?" Jiang Han asked.

"A bit."

Jiang Han looked at the gentle and white neck, and suddenly felt the urge to caress it.In the scorching heavy rain, the dryness made him even more itchy.

Looking away, Jiang Han lowered his head and smelled it. There was an unpleasant and dull sweat smell all around him, only Wen Yan smelled it.

Refreshing and fragrant.

"what are you playing?"

Jiang Han leaned over and asked.

"EFFLOG."

Wen Yan replied, a kitchen management game.

Jiang Han watched as Wen Yan set up the pot from the kitchen, then bought vegetables from the vegetable market, cleaned them up, and followed the steps to put them out of the pot one by one to get the gold coins they deserved.

Step by step, like a cat who has enough food and clothing by himself just to eat his favorite fish.

Jiang Han's fiery heart gradually calmed down, he concentrated on watching Wen Yan play the game, and mentioned a few words from time to time.

The two cooperated, and the level rose rapidly, and there were more and more customers in the store.

Wen Yan's level is very high, it can be seen that he often plays.

Jiang Han became interested, took out his phone and downloaded one.

"What's your ID name?"

Wen Yan glanced at him.

Jiang Han stretched out his head to look over, wrote down Wen Yan's digital ID while reading, clicked on friend to send, and then sent a request to open a joint store.

Just as she was about to hit the agree button by herself, Wen Yan held her hand.

Wen Yan looked at him: "What are you doing?"

"I want to play too, let's open a store together."

Jiang Han replied.

Wen Yan ruthlessly refused: "No way. Your level is too low and you will share gold coins with me."

Jiang Han was stunned, and withdrew his hand sullenly: "Oh...then I will work hard to upgrade."

The three-hour summary was finally over, and everyone seemed to have survived the oven.The host shouted "the meeting is over" at the front desk, and each class returned to the class through the rain shelter passage.

"It's finally gone, I'm going to suffer from heat stroke."

Before returning to class for a minute, Wang Junlin rushed out with his schoolbag.

Today is Friday, I go home from school.

The rain is still heavy, but the sweltering heat has eased a bit, and there is a hint of coolness in the hot wind.

Wen Yan packed his things and went downstairs, Jiang Han followed behind him.

At the bottom of the steps, Wen Yan opened his umbrella, and Jiang Han automatically hid in.

"I forgot to bring my umbrella again."

Someone said pitifully.

Wen Yan got used to it, and the two walked towards the school gate.

Jiang Han didn't talk much today, a little different from usual.

It should be in a bad mood.

When I got on the bus, it was very crowded, Jiang Han put the person in his arms to protect him.

There was a lot of noise in the car, Wen Yan looked up and saw Jiang Han still playing that kitchen game.

It must have really taken my heart.

For some reason, Wen Yan wanted to laugh.

Like an aggrieved big wolfhound.

Three or four stations soon got off, and Wen Yan sent people downstairs to the unit.

Just as he was about to leave, Jiang Han suddenly said, "Is your English competition coming soon?"

Wen Yan nodded.

Jiang Han said again: "You should come to the basketball game next week."

Wen Yan nodded again.

Jiang Han: "Does that mean we are leaving after the game?"

Wen Yan: "Yes."

Provincial competitions generally have a training period, and the specific length of time depends on the annual situation.

"How long?" Jiang Han asked.

"One week."

"……Oh."

Jiang Han turned around, turned back as if remembering something, and finished the second half of the sentence: "Then we won't be able to see each other for a week, let's go out for a morning run tomorrow."

Wen Yan wanted to laugh for no reason, his expression was like parting from life to death.

Jiang Han, who is not in the mood, is... a little cute.

Jiang Han sniffed, but said again without confirmation: "Come out for a morning run tomorrow."

"Well, good." Wen Yan replied softly.

—

On the next Saturday, before Wen Yan's alarm clock rang, he was awakened by a movement outside the window.

Jiang Han got up earlier than the chicken, and was throwing small stones at Wen Yan's bedroom window.

"At the same table, let's go for a run."

Full of energy, it seems to have recovered.

Wen Yan regretted agreeing to him yesterday, washed up with sleepiness, and went downstairs with a faint bruise.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Jiang Han's voice was full of energy, and he handed Wen Yan the soup buns he bought in line.

Wen Yan glanced at the time, resisting the urge to tell him what time it is.

He took the soup bag and ate it carefully.

"You can change it next time."

Wen Yan was halfway through eating, and suddenly spoke.

"Is it not delicious, or are you tired of eating?"

Jiang Han asked.

"No, I just want to change the taste." Wen Yan said.

Hearing that he wasn't tired of eating, Jiang Han felt relieved: "Oh, that's fine. I'll buy you wontons next time."

The sky is slightly bright, and after a night of heavy rain, the damp wind blowing on the body is very cool and comfortable.

The two ran around the neighborhood.

It was still very early, and the market only opened in the morning, and an old man came out with a vegetable basket to sell vegetables.

Only then did Jiang Han remember to ask Wen Yan: "Did I wake up too early and disturb you?"

Wen Yan gave him a look of "what do you think?"

Jiang Han was a little embarrassed: "Then... I will pay attention next time."

In fact, there will be no next time, Jiang Han usually wakes up later than Wen Yan, but it is rare that he wakes up earlier once, and Wen Yan's morning run has already finished, today is a special case.

Jiang Han is a person who goes to class on time. If he stays up late at night, he will get up at the last second, or he will be late altogether.If he hadn't stayed up late, he would have waited to go to school with Wen Yan.

After running a few laps, the two walked along the river bank.

Before eight o'clock, the river was very empty and quiet.The glowing morning dew rolls down from the lotus leaves, and the sound of frogs croaks together. People repeat their daily life in the busy morning.

"Yanyan, I'll take you for a ride next time."

Jiang Han took out a candy in his pocket, walked backwards and handed it to Wen Yan: "Summer driving is the most enjoyable, the whole person is happy."

Wen Yan took it, put it in his mouth and tasted it, there was a touch of sweetness: "You have a driver's license, and you can't go on the road before it's full."

Jiang Han thought for a while: "Then I'll take you for a ride."

This tone has been tried many times, Wen Yan smiled: "Haven't you been arrested?"

"Proficient in technology, as long as you can't tell that you are a novice." Jiang Han shrugged, "Besides, they are not that busy. Wearing a helmet means they are law-abiding citizens."

Wen Yan said "um", and continued to feel the sweetness in his mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Jiang Han asked.

"good."

Jiang Han looked at it for a while: "Yanyan, do you know that you look like a lazy cat when you eat something you like?"

"Huh?" Wen Yan looked at him.

"Same as when I was a child."

It's just that even the eyebrows and eyes will be dyed with contented happiness when I was young.

After a while, Jiang Han said, "I had a fight with my dad the day before yesterday."

Wen Yan didn't answer, waiting for his next words.

Jiang Han was pitiful: "I almost got called into the family law. Yanyan, you have to comfort me."

After a gentle pause: "I don't know how to comfort people." Then I was a little surprised, "Your family still has family laws?"

"Bearing weights, horizontal bars, jumping, supine..."

Jiang Han began to pull his fingers, and new words popped out of his mouth: "There are also Baqian and Zamabu, which are all ordered by my old antique."

Wen Yan was silent for a second: "Then you have committed all the crimes."

Jiang Han froze for a moment, and complained: "That's not the point, who is still doing this now."

Wen Yanxin said that this set didn't stop you from causing trouble, but he smiled, suddenly curious about what Jiang Han was like when he was a child.

What kind of family can raise such an uninhibited temperament.

"I checked the weather forecast. It will rain and cool down in the few days next week, and it will only be about ten degrees."

Jiang Han is like a husband telling his wife to go far away, for fear that the other party will starve and freeze: "When you go to the game, remember to bring an umbrella and clothes, it is best to bring two more coats, Ningcheng is colder than ours. Hands and feet are cold, it is best to bring a warm baby. If it is not possible, you can also bring me..."

Wen Yan couldn't listen anymore, so he interrupted him: "Stop. I'm going to the game, what are you going to do?"

Jiang Han said very naturally: "I care about you. You can't find such a deskmate even with a lantern. Yan Yan, you can't forget me in the future. There will always be a light on the Daming River for you ..."

This person's coquettish and warm words are flawless.

Seeing that he was about to attack again, Wen Yan backed away a few steps: "Go back and write down Monday's words, and copy one hundred mistakes ten times."

"Ah, well..."

...

At the end of April, it rained for several days in a row, but the sky did not clear up, and the sky remained overcast all day long, but the heat subsided a bit.

The school-level basketball game is held on Wednesday in the urban sports hall.

There are four schools, No. [-] Middle School, Vocational Middle School, a Physical Education College and the Art College next door. They are evenly matched and very strong in previous years.

It can be regarded as a grand event in Tongcheng, and a local TV station came to interview and broadcast it live.

The school gave a day off this day, so I could go cheer the basketball players.

On Wednesday morning, Jiang Han didn't go to join the big team, and took a taxi with Wen Yan to the gymnasium directly from the community.

Because it was held in a bustling urban area, there were many parents and adults who heard the news and came to watch the game. A video camera was set up at the entrance of the gymnasium.

Before the game started, the scene was already full of voices.

After getting off the car, the two were about to enter the store when Jiang Han ran into the store as if remembering something.

After 1 minute, he came out with a bunch of things, a bottle of old yogurt, a pack of milk sugar and a few packs of sour plums.

Jiang Han stuffed things into Wen Yan's arms: "It may be a long time, you didn't eat much in the morning, if you are hungry, you can pad your stomach first."

Looking at the things in his arms, Wen Yan's eyes flickered.

This person is usually careless, but in fact he is very thoughtful about everything.

"Don't be too moved at the same table."

Jiang Han took the opportunity to rub Wen Yan's head, messing up Wen Yan's hair, and before Wen Yan could react, he immediately withdrew his hand and jumped away: "Hahahaha... very handsome. I reserved the best place for you , remember to cheer me up when the time comes.”

Wen Yan's originally warm mood was completely dissipated by him.

For people with cleanliness, it is more intolerable for Wen Yan to have their hair messed up than being pressed on the body.

Enduring it on the spot, Wen Yan entered the gymnasium with his things in his arms, ignoring others.

Jiang Han looked at Wen Yanjin's back, curled his fingertips subconsciously, savoring the touch.

It's as soft as I imagined, and it's the same as rubbing a big head.

Wen Yan, except for his cold personality, is soft in every aspect of his body.