Song Xuan looked calm, as if he was stating an established fact like "I am a human being".
There was even a hint of pride in his tone.
Wen Qing was so upset by what he said, calling him a dog was too embarrassing.
And it happened in front of Fu Ranxiu and Jiang Yan.
Fu Ranxiu remained calm, not even blinking, not feeling surprised at all.
As for Jiang Yan, he raised the corners of his mouth, with a complicated expression, cold but also a hint of speechlessness: "You are not young, but you play quite perverted games."
Song Xuan laughed: "You are old, so you play more lavishly and wear more lavishly."
The two of them quarreled and started to fight.
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, lowered his head to wipe his hands, put the towel back in place, and walked out of the bathroom.
As soon as he left, Fu Ranxiu followed.
Immediately afterwards, Song Xuan and Jiang Yan also stopped.
The two looked at each other and stared at Fu Ranxiu.
Wen Qing noticed the weird atmosphere between the three people, but he didn't want to pay attention to it and didn't know how to solve it.
He checked the battery level of his phone, which was 50%.
Wen Qing picked up the phone, returned to his original position, opened WeChat, and asked Yiou directly: [Why is it different this time? ]
Io replied within seconds.
Yiou: [China does not support idle people. ]
Wen Qing: [……? ? ? ]
Yiou: [I am still working hard on my planning assignment.]
What this means is that he is doing his homework, so why should the other fragments be idle?
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then glanced at the thick pile of homework on the table.
He thought, even though he asked Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan to do their homework, it wouldn't really matter if they didn't obey, right?
Perhaps knowing what he was thinking, Io sent another message.
Yiou: [If you ask them to write, they will obey.]
Wen Qing: [? ]
Wen Qing: [Why?]
Yiou: [No reason, just being obedient.]
Yiou: [I will listen to you.]
Wen Qing stared at the two messages in a daze, and after a while, he poked at the keyboard.
Wen Qing: [Then are you obedient? ]
Yiou: [Obedient.]
Yiou: [I listen to my wife.]
Wen Qing: [……]
Wen Qing suppressed the heat on his face, put down his phone and covered it on the table.
When I looked up, I saw Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu had already started doing their homework.
Jiang Yan placed a small chopping board opposite him and began to cut the fruits and arrange them into a fruit platter.
The living room is very quiet, and you can faintly hear the sound of the wind outside the building.
Wen Qing suddenly had the illusion that they were a family.
They would quarrel and fight, but they would still sit at the same table and keep each other company.
Wen Qing was dazed.
Jiang Yan finished cutting the fruit and pushed the fruit plate in front of Wen Qing: "Eat it."
Wen Qing lowered her head, ate the fruit slowly, and looked through Fu Ranxiu's English homework.
Fu Ranxiu got all the questions right that he could do.
For questions that he couldn't answer, Fu Ranxiu even marked the reasoning in the questions and reading comprehension.
As if it was done on purpose for him.
Wen Qing was in a daze for a while, and gradually he felt sleepy. He unknowingly lay down on the table and fell asleep.
Seeing that he had fallen asleep in a daze, the other three people at the table spontaneously slowed down their breathing and movements.
Jiang Yan looked at Wen Qing's profile quietly. This was the only time when he could spend time with Wen Qing peacefully without any mission or threats from other people.
A very ordinary daily life, once a luxury.
He enjoyed this daily routine very much. If the high school students on his left and right were not there, he would enjoy it 100%.
Thinking about it, he glanced at Song Xuan on the right.
The moment Wen Qing closed his eyes, Song Xuan stopped doing his homework.
He half-closed his eyes and twirled the pen casually, suddenly remembering that his wish in elementary school was to have someone accompany him to do his homework.
Song Xuan sneered.
Fu Ranxiu finished writing a paper, put down his pen, glanced at his watch, and whispered, "It's evening."
Jiang Yan didn't say anything, just walked towards the kitchen with light steps.
…………
When Wen Qing woke up, she smelled the fragrance of food.
He looked up sleepily and saw a table full of food.
The next second, someone rubbed his head.
Jiang Yan's voice sounded behind him: "Wash your hands and you can eat."
Wen Qing paused for a while, then slowly stood up and went to wash his hands.
Song Xuan walked out of the kitchen carrying the dishes. After seeing Jiang Yan's actions, he cursed at him, "Just talk, don't touch me."
Jiang Yan: "My hands are itchy."
Song Xuan: "I think you're itching for sex."
Fu Ranxiu did not join in their bickering. He looked at Wen Qing and shouted, "Teacher."
The next second, Jiang Yan and Song Xuan said in unison: "Fu Ranxiu, come here!"
"Go to the kitchen and get some food!"
The quiet living room became lively again.
Wen Qing paused, the corners of his lips rising involuntarily.
After washing your hands, return to your original position.
The food on the table was clearly divided into three areas in the shape of a triangle.
They are all home-cooked dishes that look similar. You can’t tell the difference between the chefs just by looking at the dishes. You can only tell the difference by the area where they are presented.
Apparently Song Xuan, Jiang Yan and Fu Ranxiu all cooked.
As soon as Wen Qing sat down, a bowl of rice appeared in front of him.
Fu Ranxiu said calmly: "I cooked the meal."
Song Xuan: "I was the one who washed the dishes."
Jiang Yan: "I cut them all. I'm good with a knife."
Wen Qing blinked and picked up the chopsticks.
Jiang Yan continued, "His other skills are not bad either."
Wen Qing: “…”
He was about to pick up some food, but the next second, three pairs of chopsticks fell on his bowl, piling up a small pile of food.
Wen Qing lowered his head and ate seriously.
He was used to eating vegetables first and then meat. After taking two bites of vegetables, he heard Song Xuan say, "Why are you eating grass all the time?"
"Eat more meat." After saying that, Song Xuan picked up some more meat for him.
As soon as Song Xuan moved, the other two also started to move.
In the blink of an eye, there was more food in Wen Qing's bowl than rice.
Wen Qing said slowly, "Eat it yourself."
Song Xuan paused, looking at him intently, "Can I eat anything?"
Wen Qing: "...eat by yourselves!"
After dinner, we cleaned up the dishes and night fell.
I don't know who turned on the TV, but the host of the news broadcast was reporting domestic and international news in a clear and loud voice.
Several people watched quietly, without arguing or bickering, just like a family watching TV together after dinner.
I don’t know how long it took before the news broadcast ended.
Song Xuan came to his senses and immediately looked away.
He tilted his head to look at Wen Qing and said casually, "Teacher, when you are well fed and warm, you will think about sex."
Wen Qing: "...Then you can go do your English homework."
Song Xuan: “…”
Jiang Yan nodded in agreement and raised his hand to hug Wen Qing's shoulders: "As for food and warmth, we still have to rely on adults."
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then stood up and walked to the dining table nearby.
I was too close to them on the sofa.
Song Xuan glanced at Jiang Yan and sneered, "You can be self-reliant."
After saying that, he walked to the dining table next to him and started doing the questions again.
The four of them returned to their original seats.
Time passes by every second.
Wen Qing felt that Jiang Yan's gaze on him was becoming more and more passionate. There was no lust in it, he was just looking at him simply.
Wen Qing felt a little uncomfortable. He looked at the test paper and touched his phone from time to time.
Seeing this, Jiang Yan raised his hand to his chin and chuckled, "There is only one hour left."
"Just let me take a good look."
He sighed softly.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.
The last hour.
If they were part of Io...
"In an hour, you—"
Knowing what he wanted to ask, Jiang Yan interrupted: "Of course we go to where we should go."
Wen Qing pursed his lips and asked, "What do you mean by the place to go?"
"Return to the original world?"
Jiang Yan smiled and didn't explain.
Wen Wei frowned slightly, picked up the phone, and prepared to ask Yiou.
Just after typing a word, Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids and said, "Teacher."
"Don't slack off while you're working."
Song Xuan picked up the paper and walked to Wen Qing: "This is the first time I agree with Fu Ranxiu's words."
He pulled the phone out of Wen Qing's hand and said nonchalantly, "Teacher Wen, you can't slack off."
As soon as he finished speaking, a big hand appeared in Wen Qing's palm.
Song Xuan put his hand in his.
“But you can touch the dog.”
Wen Qing: “…”
Jiang Yan: “…”
Fu Ranxiu: “…”
Wen Qing retracted his hand, placed it on his leg, and said to Song Xuan dryly: "I don't want to touch it for the time being."
Song Xuan shrugged indifferently. He pulled out the empty chair next to Wen Qing and sat down, closing the distance between them.
After facing the glares from Fu Ranxiu and Jiang Yan, she casually said, "When I was a child, my parents were busy with the company and work, and were rarely at home."
"No one ever accompanies me to do homework, eat, or watch TV."
Jiang Yan: “Not independent.”
“…”
Song Xuan ignored him and continued to say to Wen Qing: "Not like me."
"The neighbor's dog is taken out for a walk every day. Even if it is windy or rainy, he will go out wearing a raincoat."
Song Xuan said lightly: "So I always feel that I am worse than a dog."
Jiang Yan nodded: "When you grow up, you will become it."
Song Xuan: “…”
Wen Qing slowly raised her eyes and looked into Song Xuan's eyes.
Song Xuan didn't look at him directly, but looked away.
Seems a little embarrassed.
He is telling the truth.
Wen Qing bent his fingers and gently patted the back of Song Xuan's hand to comfort him.
He knew that he was a soft-hearted person, but he couldn't change it.
He did not force Song Xuan back to his original seat, but let him sit next to him.
Jiang Yan couldn't see Wen Qing's little gestures of comforting others from his perspective, but Fu Ranxiu saw it clearly.
He lowered his eyelashes, slowly stood up, walked to Wen Qing's side, and pointed at a question: "I don't know how to do this."
Even the top students can’t do it, and Wen Qing feels that he can’t do it even more.
He looked down at the test paper, which was a Chinese language test with a question about filling in blanks in ancient poetry.
【I only wish your heart is like mine, _____. 】
Fu Ranxiu asked in a low voice: "Teacher, do you know the next sentence?"
"If you don't know, you can use your phone to check for me."
Wen Qing really knew the next sentence, and said to him directly: "I will never let you down."
"Yes," Fu Ranxiu responded, lowered his eyes to look at him, and slowly said, "I only hope that your heart is like mine, and I will never let you down."
His tone was gentle, and it seemed more like he was confessing his feelings through this love poem than reading out the title.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had been tricked.
Fu Ranxiu did it on purpose, deliberately letting him recite this love poem.
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then said to him, "Do your homework."
Fu Ranxiu responded, but did not return to his seat on the left. Instead, he sat opposite Wen Qing.
Wen Qing did not drive Song Xuan away, and of course he would not drive Fu Ranxiu away either.
He lowered his eyes, and was asked questions by Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu at intervals.
"What is this question?"
"I have no idea about this big question."
"Teacher seems to know a lot about love poems. What about the next line?"
…
Jiang Yan looked at them without saying anything to disturb them.
He leaned back in his chair and snorted.
The Lord God is really cunning.
They did not come alone, but together.
The three of them were restraining each other, and even if they wanted to do anything, they couldn't do it.
Wen Qing is a soft-hearted person.
"I'm going to eat and smoke a cigarette." Jiang Yan rubbed his fingertips, stood up and walked towards the balcony.
He leaned against the wall, took out the cigarettes and lighter he carried with him, looked at Wen Qing through the glass window, raised his head and slowly exhaled smoke rings.
The balcony door was closed, but I could still smell a faint smell of smoke.
Wen Qing glanced at his watch and then looked at Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan had smoked a few cigarettes, and the smoke was all over his body, so his expression could not be seen clearly.
But Wen Qing felt his gaze.
He was still looking at himself.
Wen Qing pursed her lips, stood up and walked towards the balcony.
Pushing open the door, Wen Qing couldn't help coughing twice.
He walked over to open the window and said to Jiang Yan, "Smoke less."
Jiang Yan blew out a smoke ring and put out the cigarette casually: "I won't smoke anymore."
Wen Qing responded, and the moment he turned around, something soft brushed against his lips.
Jiang Yan pecked his mouth quickly.
Wen Qing was stunned, with a faint smell of cigarettes lingering at the tip of his nose.
Jiang Yan asked softly: "Do you hate it?"
Wen Qing shook his head and said truthfully: "I don't hate it."
Jiang Yan looked at his expression and sneered, "I know."
"I don't hate it, but I don't like it either."
"Meng Meng," he paused and said to Wen Qing, "I won't smoke anymore."
Wen Qing was a little confused as to why Jiang Yan suddenly became so obedient.
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows and continued with the second half of the sentence: "You will like me too."
Back in the living room, the clock was ticking.
The sound that was inaudible before is now particularly clear.
It's the last minute.
Wen Qing opened his mouth and was about to speak when suddenly, a pair of hands covered his eyes.
"goodbye."
Wen Qing responded softly: "Goodbye."
His cheek was pinched and his lower lip was nibbled.
The touch is fleeting.
When he opened his eyes, the room was empty.
The living room was still the same as before, with homework on the table and a faint smell of tobacco lingering in the air, as if they had not left yet.
The phone vibrated and a message popped up.
Wen Qing lowered her eyes. It was news from Xuanxuan's mother.
Xuanxuan's mother: [Xiao Wen, it's already late, have they finished their homework? ]
Wen Qing: [They have all been written. They are very well behaved.]
Xuanxuan's mother: [That's good, you should go back and rest as well. ]
Wen Qing: [Okay.]
Xuanxuan’s mother: [I’ve transferred the money directly to your Alipay account. I’ll call you next time if I need anything.]
Wen Qing: [Yes.]
It was half past twelve in the evening, and it was time for the dormitory area of Nancheng University to be curfewed.
Wen Qing couldn't go back to the dormitory, so he had to go back to the 18th floor.
When I opened the door, the huge house was empty and there was no sound.
He is the only one there.
When Wen Qing was alone before, he didn't think anything of it, but in the past few days he had been getting along with them and parting with them frequently.
When I am alone again, I always feel empty inside, as if something is missing.
Wen Qing changed his shoes, went into the house, sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.
After watching for two seconds, I couldn't help but pick up my phone and send a message to Yiou.
Wen Qing: [Did you deliberately let them come and go? ]
Yiou: [Yes, it was intentional.]
Wen Qing: [???]
Just admitting it directly? Not trying to hide it at all?!
Yiou: [I want you to like me quickly. ]
Yiou: [Can you like me for a bit? ]
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