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"Wow, who bought these five-nut mooncakes!" Wen Shu held a piece of mooncake with a bite out of his index finger and thumb in distaste, "Wang Chuan! Is it you? You little heartless!"

Wang Chuan, who was suddenly named, argued with reason:

"Does Wuren Mooncake owe you?"

"Go and ask!" Wen Shu simply stuffed the mooncake into Wang Chuan's mouth, causing everyone to laugh, "Look at who else eats Wuren here besides you!"

Wang Chuan frowned, looked at Xin Ran with a mooncake in his mouth, and said, "...Brother!"

"Don't call me," Xin Ran naturally laughed, without any sympathy for Wang Chuan, "I don't eat Wuren either."

Forget it, Wu Ren is such a wonder in the moon cake world, how can Xin Ran be so picky to eat it.

September 22nd, the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It is the time when all families are reunited and happy.

At this time, Xin Ran, with Wen Shu, who dared not return home, and Jian Jian, whose family was far away, was together with his own mother at the opposite Wang's house, enjoying the family happiness.

Dinner was simple, because the big guys wanted to save their stomachs for mooncakes, and they each found a place to nest on the sofa. No one paid attention to what was happening on the TV show, they just talked and laughed, so it was so lively.

Xin Ran ate his favorite cloud leg mooncakes slowly, and while posing as a parent, he began to ask Wang Chuan:

"Fatty Wang, you are also a junior, are you busy this semester?"

"A little bit," Wang Chuan continued chewing on his five-nut mooncakes, and replied, "The teacher assigned me a task this semester, and asked me to come down and find something to do. I'm worried."

Jian Ming suddenly asked:

"Wang Chuan, what major do you study?"

Jian Ming has been acquainted with Xin Ran for many years, almost as many years as she has been acquainted with the Wang family.But he only knew that Wang Chuan was studying at the College of Arts and Sports of C University, and he had never asked him what he was studying.

"Report, report to Teacher Jian!" Wang Chuan quickly swallowed the mooncake in his mouth, sat up straight involuntarily and replied to Shang Jian's serious expression, "I'm learning graphic design!"

"Very good," Jian Ming nodded solemnly, seeing Wang Chuan's nervous face, he added, "Don't be restrained."

"Yes!"

Before his concise eyes moved away, Wang Chuan probably kept his back straight all the time.

Xin Ran swallowed the mooncake in her mouth, glanced at Wen Shu intentionally or unintentionally, and said to Wang Chuan casually:

"What's so worrying about this, you can find..."

"Xin Ran!"

Wen Shu hurriedly stopped talking, and stared at Lao Yuan.

Of course, how could Xin Ran be afraid of Wen Shu's threat, so he finished his sentence:

"If you go directly to Xiaoshuzi, you will be done. You two are professional counterparts."

Hearing this, Wang Chuan quickly put on a pitiful expression and looked at Wen Shu. If he had a tail, he would definitely be wagging it right now.

"...I know that nothing good will happen once you open your mouth." Wen Shuchong rolled his eyes at Xin Ran, looked at Wang Chuan and said, "Okay, let me know before you come over."

"Wow, that's great!"

Wang Chuan flew towards Wen Shu, wanting to express his sincere gratitude.

However, he was unexpectedly stopped by Jian Ming who was beside Wen Shu. Jian Ming just coughed and did not explain, but Wen Shu took the opportunity to say:

"My small body can't help but spare me, Fatty Wang."

Wang Chuan suddenly realized and nodded, and silently admired Teacher Jian who cared for his compatriots all the time.

Xin Ran raised his eyebrows at Wen Shu meaningfully, but Wen Shu stared back unwillingly, and patted Jian Jian's thigh with his paw lightly.

Wang Chuan asked, "Then what did I do there?"

"Ask me?" Wen Shu was about to unwrap another Wuren mooncake and hand it over to Wang Chuanfei, and said speechlessly, "Young man now...shouldn't you ask yourself what you would do?"

Fatty Wang nodded very educated.

"You...don't you do photography?" Jian Ming looked at Wen Shu hesitantly, after thinking for a while, he asked, "Wang Chuan went to find you, what can I do for you?"

Wen Shu complained: You can help him make trouble.

"Didn't my sweetheart tell you?"

Xin Ran, who was named, shrugged innocently, meaning that he had nothing to do to explain this to Jian Jian.

But Wen Shu still explained with a good temper:

"I have a studio, with two small teams online and offline. Not only do photography, but also run some magazines, and Fatty Wang can go there to help."

"Oh." Jian Jian nodded solemnly for the second time, "That's pretty good, too."

"whispering sound."

Wen Shu smiled and didn't answer, then looked at Wang Chuan who kept thanking him, and tried to speak humanly:

"You don't have to thank me. I'm just giving you a chance. Whether you can make a grade that can match your teacher's is up to you. It's just a word to open the back door, but if you can't give me anything decent in the end, The one who is ashamed is yourself."

Wang Chuan nodded his head, and the old Wang who had been eavesdropping also interjected to ask Wen Shu to train him well, so don't show mercy.

Xin Ran suddenly felt a vibration in the bag, and took out his phone to check. Although it was a pity that it was not from Yan Yan, it was at least quite good news.

——Previously, the defense was waived, and the official results would not be posted on the Academic Affairs website until after the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday. However, after the defenses on Monday and Tuesday were all over, the specific quota was already announced on Wednesday, but it may not be reported to the school for the time being. .

So today, taking advantage of the holiday, when Xin Ran sent a message of blessing to Xu Tao and his wife, he inquired by the way—anyway, the defense is over now, so he can reveal who the student he "very much cares about" is.

Xu Tao saw the message and quickly replied:

"I was still wondering which student you had your eye on, but it turned out to be Xiao Yan. He is fine, with the best grades and the best performance in defense. I just reported it to the school and let him wait for the notification."

Xu Tao said that he was really puzzled, after all, he had crossed the academy, and he understood when Xin Ran said that it was Yan Yan—the son of Yan Yan, the dean of the Academy of Arts!

Xin Ran had no idea that Xu Tao had regarded him as a spy sent by Yan Ningzhi.

He thanked Xu Tao and really breathed a sigh of relief for Yan Yan.

Although Yan Yan's performance that day was already very good in his own opinion, and he was calm and eloquent in the face of the teacher's questions, and seemed to be on point, but he couldn't relax until the results came out—who knew that the academy would Won't it make any trouble for you?

Now finally completely relieved.

Wang Chuan and Wen Shu were still arguing on the sidelines, the three elders were talking about themselves, and Jian Jian occasionally interrupted the conversation between Wang Chuan and Wen Shu, which was harmonious.

I always feel like something is missing.

Xin Ran stood up and walked to the balcony. The moon was very round and the moonlight was very bright, setting off the brightly lit lights of all houses. It was a joyful appearance in the world.

While staring at the moon in a daze, Yan Yan's phone call came in.

Xin Ran thought to herself: Tsk, I finally called.

"Hello? Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!" Yan Yan was very quiet, maybe he was on the balcony or somewhere else, "What are you doing?"

"Hmm...Happy Mid-Autumn Festival," Xin Ran smiled, "I just finished eating mooncakes, now I'm standing on the balcony to digest my food."

"It's a coincidence, so am I."

Yan Yan leaned on the railing of the balcony and looked at the bright moon with Xin Ran, as if joking:

"What kind of moon cakes do you choose to eat?"

"Tsk." Xin Ran was obviously very impatient with this topic, but still replied, "I only eat cloud legs."

Yan Yan didn't care about his little impatience, and asked exaggeratedly:

"You don't even eat fruit? What about ice cream?"

"It's too sweet, don't eat it."

"Alas..." Yan Yan sighed for a long time, and the ending sound came through the phone close to his ears, "You are really hard to raise."

"Tch." Xin Ran thought to herself, it's not time for you to raise her, so she didn't answer, but changed the subject, "Have you gone home yet?"

"Well, I'm at home." Yan Yan turned around and leaned his back against the railing, "——I haven't been back for two or three months, and I had a few words with my old man just now, so I made time to call you Telephone."

"Arguing?" Xin Ran laughed amusedly, "Young man, you really know how to pick your day."

"Is he too good at picking his own life? The old man is very bad..." Yan Yan said angrily, "It's just a few things that go over and over again, and I can't stop thinking about it."

"The left ear goes in and the right ear goes out, do I still need to teach you?"

Xin Ran smiled lightly, and suddenly felt that even though Yan Yan always showed a calm look, he would occasionally show a little childishness inadvertently.

So he deliberately said: "Stay at home for a few more days?"

"Don't," Yan Yan shook his head vigorously on the other end of the phone, "I'm going back to school tomorrow, it's so easy to have a vacation, I won't look at his face for the holidays."

"Hey, kid."

Xin Ran smiled unintentionally, but Yan Yan's heart skipped a beat—this was the first time Xin Ran called him a "child" after he became a "teacher".

Yan Yan suddenly felt a little uneasy, guessing for the first time what Xin Ran thought of him:

How old are you and why you still lose your temper with your family members?Do you feel immature?

"No..." Yan Yan hurried back, "I'm not losing my temper, I just don't like him talking about me... It's like chanting scriptures, it's very annoying."

It seems to be getting darker and darker...

Xin Ran didn't notice the little uneasiness in Yan Yan's heart, but said as usual:

"What's wrong with losing your temper? Who won't allow it?"

Yan Yan, who thought that Xin Ran would preach about "Father is kind and son is filial piety", suddenly felt relieved, paused for two seconds and joked:

"... spoil me?"

Xin Ran didn't show it in his words, but he smiled gently:

"Chong, why not pet? Well... I'll go back tomorrow too."

"Then...shall I come to see you for the festival?" Yan Yan's eyes lit up when he heard this, "I'll bring you mooncakes, only cloud leg stuffing."

"Well," Xin Ran said with a smile, "I want a big one."

Xin Ran hung up the phone and turned around, looking at the joyful scene in the room, sighed a little, wondering when... she would be able to let him come back with her.

the next day.

"Young man, you said... that's how you spend the holidays with me?"

Sitting on a stool in a clothing store, Xin Ran guarded her big and small bags, looked at Yan Yan who was trying on clothes with great interest, and was still taking pictures in front of the mirror, and sighed.

"There's nothing to do anyway."

In contrast, Yan Yan didn't feel tired at all, he only felt that he was very handsome in the mirror, and he didn't understand why Xin Ran looked at him with such resentful eyes.

"Young man, buy it quickly if you like it." Xin Ran rubbed his belly and said, "I'm hungry."

Yan Yan immediately went to pay the bill, picked up all the big and small bags, and led Xin Ran to the catering floor.

Xin Ran was secretly happy in her heart: This move really worked.

"My God... so many people."

Yan Yan stood on the escalator and looked down, the shopping mall was crowded with people's heads densely, and when he went to the restaurant floor, it was indeed overcrowded.

Reluctant to let Xin Ran go to crowd people, she had to volunteer:

"Here, uh, what do you want to eat? Let me see if I can squeeze in."

Xin Ran also had a headache when he saw the crowds jostling and shoving each other. He had always disliked places with many people, so he lost the mood to go shopping in an instant.

Yan Yan looked at Xin Ran cautiously, feeling annoyed in his heart why he would lead people to the shopping mall during the holidays, and used his brain to make up:

"Why don't you buy some food and cook it yourself?"

"Um……"

Xin Ran's face was solemn, as if he was thinking about some major event in life.

Yan Yan looked at him with twitching forehead: "Don't tell me that there are no pots and pans in the house."

"That's true," Xin Ran raised her eyebrows, "it's just that I've never used it, and I don't have the same ingredients."

If so, Yan Yan is already very satisfied with the answer - of course the ingredients can be bought, if there are no pots and pans, then they can only stay here today and continue to crowd.

The two walked to the Life Supermarket, and it was naturally crowded with people, so it was very lively.

"Young man," Xin Ran stared at the roast duck that was still dripping with oil, and couldn't move, "Why don't we buy some cooked food and make a living at home?"

"What's the difference between that and ordering takeout?"

"Of course there is a difference," Xin Ran said seriously, "at least we have to take the trouble to sneak back."

In the end, the two agreed that it would be troublesome to buy all the seasonings, so they bought the butter base and selected some prepared dishes, and prepared to go back to cook hot pot.

Of course, under Xin Ran's eager gaze, Yan Yan still softened his heart and bought him a roast duck.

In Xin Ran's staff dormitory.

"Tsk. Is the fat cow ripe?"

"What's the rush?" Yan Yan patted Xin Ran's hands away from stirring the pot vigorously with chopsticks, and said helplessly, "I won't fight with you."

"Well, tell me, I'll eat the duck first."

Xin Ran simply put down his chopsticks, put on his gloves, and suddenly tore off a duck leg and put it in his own bowl, and put the remaining half of the duck in front of Yan Yan.

Yan Yan stared at the roast duck with only one leg left in front of him, not knowing what to say.

——Is this the meaning of letting him eat the duck with peace of mind and give up the fat cow in the pot?

"Okay, let's eat."

The two of them chopped garlic by themselves, poured sesame oil and fine salt, and since Xin Ran didn't eat coriander, they only chopped green onion.

At this time, Yan Yan had already picked up a bowl full of fat beef for him, mixed it for him thoughtfully, and handed it to him, while he resignedly ate the duck.

"Hmm..." Xin Ran took the bowl and looked into the pot. Sure enough, the young hero had picked up more than half of the fat beef for himself, and he was very satisfied, and said, "Can you make me some hot pot soup?"

"Aren't you afraid of spicy food?"

"I'm afraid—it's not spicy enough."

Yan Yan was amused, and finally let him find Xin Ran's favorite taste.

But he was also afraid that Xin Ran would feel uncomfortable if it was too spicy, so he took the soup spoon, carefully smeared the oil, just scooped half a spoonful of soup into Xin Ran's bowl, and refilled the soy milk that he had drunk— —Although this person does not drink milk or yogurt, he likes soy milk very much.

"Tsk." Xin Ran was displeased, "I'm willing to give up the meat, why are you so stingy about making soup?"

Yan Yan ignored his complaints and concentrated on eating.

After having enough water and food, night had already fallen, and the two stood on the balcony hiccupping, blowing the cool night wind.

Xin Ran lives on the fourth floor, but the floor is relatively high, so the view is not bad.Usually looking down from this position, one can see the majestic bell tower of the Second Teaching School and the students coming in and out in the distance at a glance.

——Xin Ran suddenly thought that maybe he had seen Yan Yan here before, and he might not be sure.

Fifteen moons, sixteen circles.

Yan Yan suddenly deliberated and asked:

"I said, do you want to, uh, get your house in order?"

Xin Ran didn't even think about it: "No."

"Then... put this matter on the agenda?"

"No." Xin Ran squinted at him, "I won't live here for the rest of my life, I just need to be clean, so why bother?"

"Anyway, you're going to live here for a long time, of course it's better to be more comfortable."

"Who said I'm uncomfortable living here?"

"...I can't say no to you." Yan Yan sighed, "If I have this condition - if I have a rental house or something, then I must make it beautiful."

"Tch." Xin Ran chuckled, and immediately thought of the sharing of experiences on renovating rental houses on Weibo, and jokingly said, "Young Xia still has such a dream?"

Yan Yan let out a prolonged "um", but answered seriously:

"If you want to talk about your dream, you must decorate your own house well. I have to design all the furnishings by myself—if you rent out a house, it's just a practice."

Yan Yan rarely leaned lazily on the railing, turned to look at Xin Ran, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and there was a bright moonlight in his eyes.

Xin Ran was stunned for a moment.

It turned out that a child was really hooked.

"Cough, then..." Xin Ran came back to her senses, coughed and said without looking away, "Don't make it too ugly."

This time it was Yan Yan who was stunned when he heard the words, but didn't say anything, and didn't realize what Xin Ran was saying for a while.

"Tsk." Xin Ran became angry from embarrassment, "It's fine if you don't do it."

"Don't, don't!"

Yan Yan, who finally understood, smiled, and his heart was filled with joy—it was a sense of satisfaction from being allowed, pampered, and trusted.

"What style do you like?"

"……up to you."

"Simple, okay?" Yan Yan and Xin Ran leaned together, bumped into his shoulder with a smile, and asked, "Do you want something fresher?"

"... I can do it."

"Wow," Yan Yan yelled in dissatisfaction, holding Xin Ran's shoulder to force him to turn around and face himself, "Can you be more perfunctory? This is your house."

"It's my kennel."

Xin Ran had no choice but to let him manipulate, sighed and said:

"I mean, you can make it what you like, I agree, roll up your sleeves and work hard, young man."

I don't know if it was really too excited or because of something else, Yan Yan suddenly lowered his head and hit Xin Ran's shoulder with his head.