National fitness

"Hello, sir, your takeaway has arrived, please come down and get it."

"Okay, come right away, thank you."

Xin Ran moved in Yan Yan's arms, hugging him even tighter.

Yan Yan turned his head to the side, and through the large glass door of the balcony, he could see the pattering ground outside and it was still raining.

No matter it’s sunny or rainy, the delivery boy is always so energetic.Yan Yan looked at the person in his arms, and sighed in his heart, he didn't know when he would recover from his illness, and when he would be more energetic.

"Wake up first, I'll go down to get takeaway, eat later and then sleep."

Yan Yan patted Xin Ran and gently woke him up.

It was just in time for the meal, and there were so many takeaways delivered to the school that he was too busy, so Xin Ran still got down to earth and took a nap for more than 40 minutes.

The school stipulates that in dormitory buildings, especially student dormitories, food delivery can only be delivered downstairs. Although he knows that this is mainly for the safety of the school personnel, Yan Yan really does not want to let go of the person in his arms for a moment.

But there is no way, the delivery guy can't wait, and neither can Xin Ran's stomach.

"Well...you go, I'll squint for a while."

While talking, Xin Ran wrapped her legs around Yan Yan.

"I'm really sorry, brother, for waiting so long."

"It's okay, just give a good review!"

"Well, no problem, thanks for your hard work."

When Yan Yan returned home, Xin Ran had already sat up and wrapped herself in a quilt to look like a rice ball, her eyes were still hazy, staring at Yan Yan.

"Young man, I don't want to get out of bed."

"Okay, then eat like this."

Yan Yan patted the rainwater off his body, and then opened the lunch box. In addition to a bowl of soft and glutinous porridge, there was also a box of crystal clear steamed dumplings.

Xin Ran had no appetite before, but now smelling the smell, her stomach growled, and she woke up a lot from drowsiness.

"What porridge?"

"Preserved eggs and lean meat. I'm afraid you'll be picky, so I ordered the popular ones."

"Tsk." He said it as if it was difficult for him to serve, "There is a seafood porridge nearby, and the crab roe tofu is very delicious."

"Stomach trouble eat less seafood."

Yan Yan sat by the bed, put the steamed dumpling box on the bedside table, then held the porridge, blew it enough to eat, and fed it to Xin Ran spoon by spoon.

"...but that one is really delicious."

Xin Ran did not give up.

"Well, eat."

Yan Yan blocked his mouth with a spoonful.

"...I want to eat dumplings." Xin Ran was very hopeless, indulging in this beautiful life of clothes and food, of course, she still had to care about Yan Yan, "Eat some too, don't just feed me."

"After feeding you, I'll go eat roast duck."

After Xin Ran was served and finished eating, her stomach felt warm and comfortable, and when she was wrapped in a quilt and leaned against the head of the bed to take a rest before lying down, she realized that Yan Yan had really heated up the roast duck.

As soon as the microwave was heated up, oil was sizzling.

There is also a box of duck neck and a bag of lo mei.

It's all meat.

Xin Ran stared at Yan Yan who was feasting, and said resentfully:

"Don't buy a neck next time, buy a duck rack."

"Well, next time."

Yan Yan has no other distractions and concentrates on eating meat.

When Yan Yan cleaned up the battlefield to his heart's content, Xin Ran didn't feel sleepy anymore—it was true that he ate cleanly and left nothing for him.

Cheapskate.

"Don't sleep anymore? Watch a movie for a while."

Yan Yan looked at Xin Ran's greedy little face, and was secretly happy in his heart. When he recovered from his illness, he would have to pay him a meal of meat.

"Look, you can find one at will."

Xin Ran rubbed his belly, silently thinking about what Yan Yan would take him to eat next time.

Xin Ran watched Yan Yan rummage through the remote control on the small sofa, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a square pocket next to the sofa - there was no such thing at home before, so he asked casually:

"what is that?"

"Huh?" Yan Yan turned around and followed his gaze again, only then remembered something he had forgotten for a long time, "Oh, you said this."

Yan Yan picked up the pocket and handed it to Xin Ran.

"This is..." Xin Ran stretched out her hand from under the quilt in doubt, and was stunned after receiving the item, "Wen Fangzhai?"

"Yeah." Yan Yan said while picking up the trash, "I can't afford the best one now, so you can play with this one first."

"how do you know……"

Xin Ran's eyes lit up, she was pleasantly surprised and carefully laid the paper bag flat, and slowly took out the neat box inside.

The four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Even the box has a unique fragrance of books.

"I don't know what is good, but I think old man Yan usually uses this," Yan Yan said, "Speaking of which, he has a collection of literary toys, and he has to stare at Le for a while every day when he wakes up, and he will come over to you in the future. "

"Turn your elbows out."

Xin Ran said with a smile that she couldn't put it down.

"Why did you turn outside? You are the 'insider'."

Yan Yan put the garbage at the door, washed his hands and came back, seeing Xin Ran's happy expression, his mood also improved.

"Don't be poor," Xin Ran glanced at him, but the smile didn't linger, "I'm asking how do you know I like these?"

There is no need to ask, if the old man likes it, he must like it too.

"I cleaned up your house some time ago and saw your writing. I found that you are indeed a student of the old man Yan, and you are really similar to him in some places. He writes with old newspapers, and you write with old materials; he directly writes on the desk You don’t have to pay attention to the piles on the floor next to you, you can just pick up a cardboard box and pack them.”

"Of course, I'm Lao Yan's favorite student." Xin Ran raised her eyebrows, and there were sparks in her eyes, which was rare when she was sick. "What about my things? I haven't written for a long time, and I will soon be unable to pick up a pen. I said I was busy and picked it up, but I still forgot."

"I'll keep it for you," Yan Yan raised the corner of his mouth and touched Xin Ran's forehead. The burn was gone, but he still wrapped the quilt for him and said, "I'll clean up the desk for you tomorrow."

"Okay." Xin Ran reluctantly handed the things to Yan Yan, asking him to find a place to put them temporarily, and then jokingly said, "This set of things is not cheap, where did the young man get rich recently?"

Yan Yan smiled slyly and said, "Old Man Yan is familiar with the owner of that shop."

Xin Ran said contemptuously: "Tsk, I can't get used to Yan Lao anyway, and at the same time I'm taking advantage of him."

"I don't have one," Yan Yan immediately clarified, "You took advantage of everything."

After taking a shower, Yan Yan climbed onto the bed refreshed, hugged Xin Ran into her arms, and watched a movie together to pass the time.The person in my arms no longer had a fever, and after taking the medicine again, my stomach was no longer as cramped as before, but the people on the left and right were still uncomfortable, a little limp and lacking energy.

Yan Yan called his name softly: "Xin Ran."

Xin Ran turned her head slightly to look at him: "Huh?"

"In the future, you can accompany old man Yan to write, read books, and go to cultural exhibitions," Yan Yan said, "you can drink tea and play chess with him if you have nothing to do."

"...How did you know that I can play chess?"

"Guess, I guess you will know what he will, otherwise he wouldn't like you so much."

"Tsk, that's true."

Yan Yan said firmly: "You can do all these things that I can't do. He will...accept you, and they all will."

Xin Ran was speechless for a moment, but Yan Yan's firm tone calmed down his restless heart for the time being:

"I did these things for you, so what are you doing?"

"I'll serve you." Yan Yan turned around and kissed Xin Ran lightly on the lips, "I have to serve your rabbit."

"Well, you said so."

"I said."

Xin Ran leaned against Yan Yan's arms, her eyes curled up with a smile.

"You mean...Xin Ran and Xiao Yan are together?"

Wen Shu took the water glass that Jian Ming handed over, and took a sip. The water was hot, but not hot.

After Wen Shu came out from Xin Ran's place, he thought for a while, touched his growling stomach, and went directly to Jian Jian's place. When Jian Jian opened the door for him, he was a little surprised.

It's no wonder that Jian Ming was surprised, because after all, this was Wen Shu's second visit.

When I first came to the door, there was a reason, although the reason was not particularly legitimate.

Wen Shu told Jian Ming at the time that Xin Ran finally realized his conscience and was willing to clean up his kennel, so in order to make it easier for him to tidy up, he took out the things first, but there was no need to move them home, after all, there was no need for them at home. , so I would like to ask Kan Jianming, if it is convenient for me to borrow a place to pile them up.

Concisely said he was fine, very generous.

Then Wen Shu never said anything about moving things away.

Jian Jian's house has the same layout as Xin Ran's house, but it's much neater than Xin Ran's house. Although it hasn't been decorated much, it has only added some necessary furniture, but it is simple and elegant. A large bookcase is divided in the house. conspicuous.

Wen Shu curled his lips, only he seemed very uneducated.

"Xin Ran, didn't he know that Xiao Yan was the son of Old Yan?"

"Yeah." Looking at Jian Ming's frown, Wen Shu said, "It's not your fault."

Jian Ming asked hesitantly: "Then the two of them now..."

"There shouldn't be anything wrong." Wen Shu reassured, "He doesn't know how to tell you, it's not that he doesn't want to say it—even I only found out by stalking me."

Jian Jian nodded: "I understand, it's okay."

Jian Jian is not a rigid person, he just lacks some sense of curiosity by nature.He had never inquired about the relationship between Xin Ran and Yan Yan before, so now that Wen Shu pointed it out, he was only surprised for a moment, but he still respected them.

"Your dean's side..." Wen Shu said in deliberation, "What do you think?"

Concisely and solemnly replied: "It's hard."

"Oh, I think so. Your dean gives people the same feeling as my father..." Wen Shu sighed heavily, and changed the subject, "Forget it, let's not talk about it."

Jian Ming didn't know what to say, so she nodded again.He knew that Wen Shu had conflicts with his parents, and those who celebrated the New Year could only stay at Wang's house, but he didn't ask why. These were all mentioned by Xin Ran occasionally, but it was the first time Wen Shu mentioned it himself.

"Mr. Jian, compared with Xin Ran's house, your room is really much simpler."

I didn't mention Xin Ran's kennel before, but now it has been repaired by Yan Yan, and it has not been restored to its kennel appearance for a long time. Sure enough, some people still need a good wife to help them.

"I don't have many things here. I'm all at home. It's just that it's more convenient to live in school."

"Home?"

"Well, I bought a house here."

"Bought a house here?" Wen Shu was a little surprised, "Isn't your family in another place? Don't you plan to go back?"

"I plan to develop here. The conditions in my hometown are not as good as here. When it becomes stable, I will take my parents to live here."

"... live with you?"

Wen Shu was stunned for a moment, although he felt that it was a good thing for Jian Jian to have such a heart, he couldn't help asking this question.

"Of course not," Jian Ming smiled heartily, "When conditions permit, buy them a house."

"Oh, that's it." Wen Shu first breathed a sigh of relief, looked up to see the unfaded smile on Jian Ming's face, and said in a daze, "Smile more often, and not so many people will be afraid of you."

"A lot of people are afraid of me?"

Looking at Jian Jian's frown, Wen Shu frowned almost instantly. As a noisy person, for the first time in his life, he felt a little speechless.

I don't know how this teacher Jian positions himself.

"Cough," Wen Shu coughed uncomfortably, and changed the subject, "When I left, my heart...Xin Ran has already taken the medicine and is much better, so don't worry about him."

"Ah That's good."

Both Jian Ming and Wen Shu had sent Xin Ran to the hospital for transfusion, and when they heard that Xin Ran had a stomachache, they became nervous, which had almost become a conditioned reflex for the two of them.

"His stomach trouble can't just rely on medicine, it still needs to be taken care of." Jian Ming thought for a while and added, "Let Xiao Yan pay more attention."

Wen Shu smiled at him: "Next time you see him, tell him yourself."

"Oh, that's fine too."

Wen Shu really felt like he was talking to someone from his father's generation, so he joked without hesitation:

"Papa Jane."

As an honest person who doesn't talk much, Jian Ming is completely dumbfounded now, and doesn't know how to start a conversation.

"Haha, I won't tease you." Wen Shu got the effect he wanted, a little smug, and asked in a good mood, "Want to go to dinner together?"

"I ate in the cafeteria after class."

Wen Shu's stomach growled very appropriately.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Jane looked at her watch, it was almost seven o'clock.

"Forget it." Wen Shu resigned, "Is there any food in your cafeteria?"

"A few small windows should still be open, pasta and the like."

"Let's face it." Wen Shu stood up, stretched his hand in front of Jian Jian, and said confidently, "Meal card."

Then Jian Ming not only did not honestly hand over the meal card, but also stood up and left.Wen Shu withdrew his hand resentfully, touched his nose, and was checking whether he seemed too familiar when he heard some noises from the kitchen.

Wen Shu leaned against the kitchen door, looking at Jian Jian with interest, as if that person could cut flowers out of a cutting board.

"Ms. Jian can still cook?"

"I know a little bit, after all, I'm away from home." Concisely replied, his hands kept moving, and he chopped green onion in an instant. "There is no food at home, only dried noodles, so let's make do with it."

"Well, it's all about noodles anyway."

Wen Shu was quite happy, thinking that today's trip was worth it.

"Then wait for me while watching TV, it will be fine in a while. The remote control is on the coffee table."

"……it is good."

Wen Shu leaned on the sofa, turning the pages absent-mindedly. Anyway, no matter how you turn the pages, there are only news broadcasts at this point.He originally planned to watch Jian Jian cook in the kitchen—even if he was just cooking noodles for himself.

Sure enough, as Jane said, from the time he entered the kitchen to the time a bowl of delicious noodles came out, it took only ten minutes.

Wen Shu stared at the extremely exquisite blue and white porcelain bowl in front of him. The wide noodles in the bowl were piled up with plump and clear shrimps. There were chopped green onions floating in the soup. Next to the bowl was a matching small plate. The golden eggs were fried into fairly regular circles. shape.

Eating noodles is also... quite particular.

Wen Shu thought to himself, how could he and Xin Ran have such a rough life as two people who left home.Look at Teacher Jian, she is really more decent.

"I'm welcome!"

Wen Shu picked up the even carved chopsticks, stirred them impatiently in the bowl, picked up the fried egg and took a bite, the edges were really crispy, then soaked it in the noodle soup, and said:

"Mr. Jian likes to cook, right? These tableware are more exquisite than other things in your house."

"Yes, only these are brought from home." Jian Jian smiled gently, walked over and sat on the sofa, and watched... the news network, "You eat slowly. During lunch, I will see you and Xin Ran has a different taste, you should eat lightly, and you really like shrimp, but I only have some frozen shrimp here."

With noodles in his mouth, Wen Shu froze for a moment, then smiled contentedly.

"Well, I really like it."

It's over here

The second volume will start to write some things before graduation

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