The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

Knowing what Wen Yan wanted to ask, Jiang Han smiled and said, "I went with my dad, and the fish I caught so many times were not enough to fit between my teeth."

Wen Yan was a little curious: "Uncle...do you really like fishing?"

Jiang Han laughed again: "I don't like it."

Wen Yan was surprised: "Then why..."

Jiang Han shrugged: "Just put on an appearance, like old antiques."

Two impatient people get together to fish together, self-cultivation and self-cultivation, but in the end, only one goes crazy first. Last year, after Jiang Yong broke ten hooks and failed to catch a single fish, he threw the fishing rod in a rage Already, all the bait was fed to stray cats.

Wen Yan pursed his lower lip, and wanted to ask, "How are you and Uncle?", when Jiang Han squatted down in front of him.

Wen Yan felt a warm touch from his ankle, and subconsciously took half a step back.

"do not move."

Jiang Han squeezed it and let it go, took Wen Yan's loose shoelace in his hand, and tied it with a beautiful bow.

This kind of thing that can only be done between lovers makes Wen Yan feel a little hot.

Jiang Han looked at it and was very satisfied: "It's been a long time since I tied this kind of bow, and the technique is not familiar."

"Let's go, Yanyan."

Jiang Han took Wen Yan's shoulder.

To the community, 07:30, just dark.

I bought a lot of things, tonight Wen Yan is cooking, and Jiang Han consciously goes to eat.

"What are you doing, Yanyan, let me help you."

Jiang Han was already very proficient in Wen Yan's house. He arranged everything neatly in the corresponding position, and watered the flowers on the balcony.

Wen Yan was washing vegetables in the kitchen, and took a peeler to peel Jiang Han's potatoes.

Jiang Han was in high spirits.

The technique is a bit rusty, a potato is only half the size after being peeled off.

Jiang Han had a bitter face: "Yanyan, why did I cut it so ugly."

Wen Yanxiao: "You can learn it after a few more cuts, but you can't master the strength the first time."

Jiang Han warmed his heart, looked at Wen Yan's skillful vegetable chopping movements, and was a little envious: "Is there anything else I can do, I haven't eaten your cooking for a long time."

In fact, it's only been a week.

"The dishes are almost done," Wen Yan said softly, "Go to the living room, I'll do the rest."

Jiang Han hugged Wen Yan: "Yanyan is really powerful."

Wen Yan always cooks in an orderly manner.

Jiang Han looked at it for a while, then sat on the sofa and played a small game, glancing at the kitchen from time to time.

"Whale Tooth" sent a text message to remind you: You haven't logged in for a long time, and some fans are taking off fans.

Jiang Han clicked in and took a look. The last time he logged in was two months ago.

After thinking about it, I left a message in the comment area: This week's live broadcast, cuties, don't worry, what's up^3^.

As soon as the news came out, there were hundreds of comments immediately below.

Jiang Han put down his phone, but didn't notice that Wen Yan's phone on the sofa was also turned on.

He walked into the kitchen and put his arms around Wen Yan's waist: "What did you make, it smells so good."

"Chicken Soup with Mushrooms."

Wen Yan poured the last soup into a bowl: "You can serve it out now."

Chicken soup with mushrooms, fried pork with green peppers and shredded potatoes, very homely dishes.

Wen Yan's craftsmanship is still as good as ever.

Every time he eats at Wen Yan's house, Jiang Han always eats all the food.

After the meal, the two of them nestled on the sofa and played small games in the kitchen.

Jiang Han likes to hug Wen Yan's waist very much, spread it comfortably on Wen Yan's lap, and touch Wen Yan's waist with his hands from time to time.

"Happy Little Family" has opened a branch without knowing it, and unlocked 80.00% of the rare dishes that Jiang Han didn't know about.

"It turns out that 'Couple's Lung' is not a real lung, it's made of beef heart and tripe." Jiang Han has a lot of insight.

Wen Yan thought for a while and said, "Beef leaves, tripe, louvers and peppercorns were invented by a husband and wife, so they are called 'husband and wife lung slices'."

"Simple and rude." Jiang Han commented, "Yanyan, you know a lot."

"Occasionally saw it on the Internet."

At nine o'clock in the evening, Wen Yan took a shower and was arranging the bookshelves.

Wen Yan has a lot of books, professional and non-professional, half the bookshelf is set up, and Wen Yu also likes to read, Wen Yan has carefully preserved them all.

Jiang Han looked for clothes in the bedroom, but couldn't find them: "Yanyan, have you seen my pajamas?"

Since Jiang Han often stayed overnight at Wen Yan's house, he would bring some things over from time to time. Jiang Han had a lot of clothes, which had taken up half of Wen Yan's closet by now.

"The second drawer on the lower floor." Wen Yan replied in the living room.

"did you find it?"

"Oh, there it is..."

After the two of them took a bath, Wen Yan had the habit of reading before going to bed, so he turned on a small desk lamp and leaned against the bedside to read quietly.

When Wen Yan was reading, Jiang Han usually would not bother him, and would remind Wen Yan to relax his eyes during the interval.

10:30, turn off the lights and go to sleep.

As soon as Wen Yan lay down, Jiang Han automatically leaned over like a little wolf dog, playing with Wen Yan's waist with his hands habitually.

"Yanyan." Jiang Han called out.

"Ah."

Jiang Han didn't think of what to say, and scratched Wen Yan's waist: "Is it itchy?"

Wen Yan ducked: "A little bit."

Jiang Han rubbed his chin on Wen Yan's hair: "It was the same when I was a child."

Wen Yan: "Huh?"

Jiang Han: "As soon as I scratch you, hide."

In the dark, Wen Yan blushed and pushed him gently: "Go to sleep..."

The two of them fell asleep, and after a while, Jiang Han touched Wen Yan's stomach again, and suddenly said, "Does it hurt?"

The time I accidentally hit you.

Wen Yan was silent, and it took a few seconds before he said, "It hurts."

It hurts so bad I can't sleep.

He went back that night, but when Jiang Han handed him the bottle of Yunnan Baiyao on the first day, he forgave Jiang Han.

Look, Wen Yan is such a person, he won't remember others' bad things, but he will carefully cherish others' kindness to him in his heart.

If no one asked, he might never have said it.

Wen Yan's love for Jiang Han may seem shallow, but in fact it has taken root. You can only see the little sparks when you look inside.

Maybe one day, it will start a prairie fire.

Jiang Han hugged Wen Yan tightly: "I'm sorry Yan Yan, I didn't want to hurt you, and I will never want to hurt you."

But that was the only time he hurt Wen Yan,

When I think about it later, Jiang Han will always feel guilty.

"I went back to find you later." Jiang Han buried Wen Yan's neck and said, "But you have already left."

Wen Yan hugged Jiang Han back: "Jiang Han, you don't have to feel guilty, I don't blame you."

"Yanyan..." Jiang Han arched Wen Yan, "Why are you so nice?"

Wen Yan was tickled by him: "Go to sleep, there is an exam tomorrow."

The next day was English and comprehensive science. After the two torturous exams, everyone was exhausted physically and mentally.

When school was over, Zhang Slow brought over a list of physics competitions.

Candidates who applied last semester have already come out.

Luo Qing, Wu Fei, and Wang Junlin are all listed, there are sixteen people, and Wang Junlin is the one with the most.

"Old Wang, the sacrifice is quite big," Luo Qing looked at it in amazement while holding the watch, "Isn't Mr. Qian always stern and selfless? How did you convince him?"

Uncle Wang Junlin is the leader of the physics teaching and research group. His surname is Qian, his first name is Dagon, and his nickname is "Mr. Qian". Although his surname is Qian, he is very serious and serious.

Wang Junlin's physics performance is not good in the class, it is average, and generally he cannot enter this kind of competition.

"It's not persuasion, it's an extra quota."

Wang Junlin was a little complacent, and his small calculations were brilliant: "I said I would take one exam, and he agreed. I will train for a week, and I will forget it, just to avoid the monthly exam."

Luo Qing was startled: "You can figure this out!"

"What's so difficult about that."

Wang Junlin analyzed with his fingers: "According to the past practice, the exam is usually at the end of March."

"But this time it should be Gargamel's group exam, and the end of March is his wife's birthday. They should go to eat the bullfrog of Xun Frog that day, so it will be postponed for a few days. It will be the exam in early April. At that time, everyone Not at school anymore, hahahahaha!!!"

After speaking, Wang Junlin looked happy as if he had won a 500 million lottery.

The back row was completely shocked.

Wu Fei couldn't believe it: "How did you know they would eat the bullfrogs from Xunwaji?"

Wang Junlin raised his eyebrows, unable to hide his complacency: "I've bumped into it a few times. Last year it was steak, and the year before last it was Thai food. Gargamel didn't have any creativity at all, so he ate all the way down that floor."

It can be bumped every year, and I have to say it is also miraculous.

The back row was silent.

Wang Junlin continued: "I also know that Gargamel wore a pair of socks for three days and had two holes. He picked his feet and saw it."

Luo Qing suffocated and admired: "It's a pity not to be a detective. With this ability, why can't you steal your mobile phone back?"

"Damn!" Wang Junlin yelled, "Gargamel installed surveillance cameras in his office again, five of them."

Today is Friday, the billiard hall is open on weekends, and many people are discussing in the classroom to play tomorrow.

Jiang Jiaguo explained the precautions in the classroom. Next Monday, the "Senior Senior Entrance Association" will be held, and the schedule will be readjusted, with self-study at [-] pm.

Then I asked someone to bring over a bunch of test papers and distribute them one by one.

The classroom was noisy and noisy, Jiang Jiaguo went down to check the sanitation, walked to the back door, and wanted to symbolically emphasize "don't go to the Internet cafe after school".

Just after saying the word "after school", he was led around by a gust of wind around him——

Wang Junlin quickly rushed out of the classroom from the back door, only to find that something was wrong when he ran to the front door of the classroom, and everyone stayed still.

He stepped back a few steps in a sudden stop, and shouted to the people in the classroom in puzzlement: "Brothers in class three, go to the Internet cafe!!"

"Hit your head!"

A roar sounded, and the teaching building seemed to tremble.

Wang Junlin staggered, and then he realized that the voice of the word "after school" was a little familiar, and his face twisted into a twist in an instant.

Jiang Jiaguo's face was ashen: "Others are after school, come to the office with me!"

Amidst the laughter in the classroom, Wang Junlin went to the office feeling like a roller coaster.