Chapter 14
After Wen Chu got his meal, he searched the cafeteria.
Before, he often saw Song Youran sitting by the window with others to eat.
Found it!
Wen Chu walked over with the dinner tray, "Of course."
"puff!"
Song Youran spat out a mouthful of hot soup. Yang Xu, who was sitting opposite her, wiped his face and looked over Song Youran's shoulder to Wen Chu, who was acting out of character behind her.
Isn't he a cold little brother?
Why do you use reduplication?
Yang Xu's gaze towards Song Youran grew deep. He recalled the time at the beginning of the school year when he had taken Song Youran to the classroom to look for Wen Chu, and how Song Youran had run away before Wen Chu could even come out. He also recalled the time when he had shared his teenage secrets with Song Youran during their first moments of love, and how Song Youran had sarcastically told him to stop dreaming...
They actually know each other?
No, this level of familiarity is definitely more than just acquaintance!
Wen Chu picked up the chicken leg from his plate and gave it to Song Youran: "Ranran, eat more."
Ahhh!
Yang Xu clenched his fists, he was so angry!
For the first time, he found Wen Chu's presence unbearable. As soon as lunch was over, he took Song Youran to the grove behind the playground.
Pulling Song Youran's arm all the way, he thought to himself, Song Youran's arms are too strong, she can hit two of him with one punch, how can he fight?
He looked sadly at his friend who had stabbed him twice: "Why?"
Since he couldn't force his way through, he decided to outsmart her and play the emotional card.
The friend is still the same friend, the crane in the toad, the prince in Wu Dalang. He leaned against the tree trunk and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
When he curses, he is more charming than other boys.
Yang Xu bit his fist in pain: "Woo woo, even if you don't tell me, I know that you are the senior's secret lover."
After spending half a semester together, he had never seen Wen Chu be "pleasant" to others.
Song Youran shook her head: "You are truly hopeless."
Yang Xu's cheeks flushed with anger, and he puffed out his chest and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'm telling you, don't be complacent. I won't give up on you, Senior!"
Song Youran sighed at Yang Xu's angry back as he left, "There's something wrong with your brain."
Wen Chu, who was completely unaware of this, took a shower at night and made his body, especially his hair, smell good.
Song Youran sniffed: "What did you wipe?"
"Essential oil, recommended by netizens, said it's good for hair." Wen Chu leaned his head over, "Do you want to touch it?"
Song Youran put down her phone and ran her fingertips through her soft hair.
Wen Chu took the opportunity to rest her head on his thighs and then put her arms around his waist.
"Uncle, it feels so good."
Song Youran agreed: "It is very comfortable." The hair was soft and fluffy, feeling like feathers.
The room was heated enough, and Wen Chu was wearing a beige flannel pajamas, looking like a big dog curled up on the sofa.
After a while, the big dog closed his eyes.
Song Youran used her fingers to push the hair away from Wen Chu's forehead, turned on the camera, and a peaceful sleeping face appeared on the screen.
Wen Chu looked so silly sleeping with his mouth open. After laughing, Song Youran went back to the album to look at the photos. Suddenly, she felt that she was even more stupid for taking the photos for no reason.
After thinking about it, he moved the finger that was hovering on the delete key away.
Such an ugly photo can be used as a handle in the future.
Wen Chu had a dream.
In the dream, an exotic beauty stood on a circular stage and danced, her sleeves fluttering, her slender waist faintly visible among the agate beads. As she danced, her skirt fell down...
Wen Chu buried his face in the pillow and then was kicked in the waist.
He sat up from the floor, his hot cheeks buried in the sofa pillows.
Song Youran freed the pillow from under Wen Chu's face: "If you keep whining, I'll beat you up!"
Wen Chu closed his eyes and said, "I, I peed my pants."
You're not a child, how could you wet your pants?
Song Youran lifted up Wen Chu's shirt, finding it dry. She put her hand inside and her face froze. "What did you dream about?"
Wen Chu: “…”
Song Youran held out her hand: "Don't say it, I don't want to hear it!"
Pointing to the bathroom, he said, "Go change your clothes!"
When Wen Chu finished packing and came out, Song Youran was no longer in the room. There was a clear shoe print on the pillow that had fallen on the floor.
Maybe Song Youran wanted to step on Wen Chu's face.
In the next few days, Song Youran strictly refused Wen Chu's approach, even if Wen Chu had just washed his hair.
Wen Chu, who had been used to a good life, felt extremely uncomfortable all over. Without the hugs and caresses of his loved ones, every inch of his skin was being bitten by lice.
He wandered outside Song Youran's door, like a lonely traveler dying of thirst in the desert.
Song Youran, who owned a large oasis, drove him away and began to not recognize him in school.
Wow!
The bathtub overflowed.
He opened his eyes and saw his hair floating in the water like seaweed.
The warm water wraps around my whole body, like lying in a warm embrace.
However, the space in the bathtub is limited, the water is not buoyant enough, and my hands and feet cannot move freely. If it weren't so cold, the swimming pool on the rooftop would be better.
He emerged from the water, pushed his wet hair back, stretched his arms in the water, hugged, again and again, in vain;
Water cannot be embraced by humans without changing its form.
The next morning, Wen Chu was late in coming downstairs. Song Youran rushed upstairs and kicked open Wen Chu's bedroom. The cicada pupa wrapped in a quilt was still sleeping soundly on the bed.
Song Youran ripped the quilt off and threw it to the ground: "Lazy pig, get up!"
Wen Chu sat up in a daze, his eyes unable to open for a long time: "Uncle, ahem, you're up so early!"
Song Youran reached out and covered Wen Chu's forehead, frowning: "Are you having a fever?"
Wen Chu's head was dizzy and he reacted instinctively. When Song Youran's palm touched his forehead, it was like honey touching an ant, or a cracked egg touching a fly, and he couldn't get rid of it.
Wen Chu grabbed Song Youran's hand and pressed it against his face: "Uncle, your hand is so cold, so comfortable."
Song Youran took the bus to school alone and took the bus back to the villa alone.
Wen Chu was sick for two days.
The first day, he was coughing non-stop at Song Youran's door. Song Youran chased him away, but within five minutes, he returned and continued coughing. Song Youran flew into a rage, dragged him into the room, wrapped him in a blanket, and threw him on the sofa.
The next day, he gave tips to the anchor while Song Youran was doing homework, and Song Youran heard it. After checking his mobile phone spending records, Song Youran kept him in the bedroom and taught him a lesson all night.
After Wen Chu recovered from his illness, he returned to his room and wondered whether he should lie in the bathtub again.
He didn't like being sick, but if being sick could allow him to stay with Song Youran, he could be sick every day.
The door opened, and Song Youran appeared at the door with a fierce look on his face: "You are so arrogant that you still need me to treat you!"
He blinked and jumped off the sofa barefoot. "No need to ask!" He was about to follow Song Youran, but Song Youran kicked him away: "Put on your shoes!"
He put on his slippers and followed Song Youran closely, making "ha, ha, ha" sounds from his mouth.
The voice was quiet, but Song Youran still heard it and turned around to glare at him: "What are you doing?"
He quickly shook his head.
Song Youran threatened: "If you make any more whining noises, I'll beat you up!"
Except for the time when she choked him, Song Youran never really hit him. She always fanned his hair, but hair didn't hurt. Although pinching his face hurt, Song Lan also pinched his face often, so Song Youran's violence was not scary at all.
He had made up his mind that he would stay with Song Youran until he got married.
Song Youran should not get married before she turns 30, so that she can stay with him for a long, long time.
Grandpa said that the best outcome of cooperation is a win-win situation.
He will try his best to fulfill Song Youran's wish, and also hopes that Song Youran can help him achieve his wish.
He hoped there would be no losers between them.
Song Youran hid a small gold lock in the drawer of her desk, but Wen Chu didn't know about it at first.
Once, Wen Chu woke up in the middle of the night and found that the pillow next to him was empty, and a faint light was leaking from under the door leading to the living room.
He walked barefoot to the door, gently opened it, and through the tiny gap saw Song Youran sitting behind the desk, playing with a small golden object in his hand.
When Song Youran put the small golden object into the brocade box on the table, Wen Chu quietly closed the door and returned to bed.
From then on, every midnight, Song Youran would get up and go to the living room, sitting alone behind the desk and playing with the little golden object.
What exactly is it?
Why does Song Youran like it so much?
Wen Chu tried to open the drawer while Song Youran was away at the cram school, but found that it was locked.
That night, Song Youran left the bed again. Wen Chu immediately pricked up his ears and heard rustling sounds coming from the bedside.
The next day, Wen Chu found the key in the bedside table.
A golden chain hung from Wen Chu's fingers, and a golden lock with the word "Fu" engraved on it at the end of the chain swayed in the air.
It turned out to be a longevity lock.
Wen Chu put the golden lock back into the brocade box, closed the drawer, and put the key back in its original place.
Of course he wanted to know Song Youran's secret, but he didn't want to alarm Song Youran.
As the first snow of winter fell, the cries of newborns were heard in the delivery room of a hospital in City A.
Wen Chu opened the drawer again and found that the small gold lock was missing.
Song Youran slept until dawn. Wen Chu, who was lying on the pillow next to him, woke up at some point and stared at him with his dark eyes.
Song Youran reached out to rub the furry head. Within two minutes, Wen Chu closed his eyes and fell asleep leaning on Song Youran's shoulder.
Xie Xueruo suddenly came to the villa.
It was still early. Song Youran sat cross-legged on the sofa, sorting out the items in his online store. When he heard a knock on the door, he put on his slippers and went to open it.
Xie Xueruo raised her head slightly. Song Youran, whom she had not seen for many days, was like a big tree blocking all the light at the door.
"Mom, why are you here?"
Song Youran's expression was calm, his voice was gentle, and there was no sarcasm in his words. He was simply confused by Xie Xueruo's visit.
Xie Xueruo's eyes couldn't hide her surprise: "Come to see you."
Song Youran had changed, becoming someone she didn't recognize.
He became darker and thinner, and his whole body was filled with vigor and vitality. The frail boy who knelt at her feet and cried bitterly had completely disappeared.
"Mom, drink some water."
Song Youran put down the teacup and sat on the sofa opposite.
White mist rose from the mouth of the porcelain cup, and Xie Xueruo found that the chessboard on the coffee table was gone, replaced by a robot model that was just beginning to take shape.
When did Song Youran start playing with models?
She thought of the longevity lock Song Youran had asked the driver to pass on to her, and sighed softly, "Youran, do you want to go see him?"
Song Youran instantly understood who Xie Xueruo was referring to. He didn't agree immediately, but instead asked, "Do you want me to go?"
There was heavy snow outside the window, and the warm air was creating large amounts of water vapor on the glass.
Xie Xueruo's expression was gentle: "I won't force you anymore."
Once upon a time, she would do whatever it takes and at any cost to get what she wanted; the more she did so, the more she lost.
The sand in her hands became less and less, and she finally understood that if she wanted to possess something, she must learn to let go.
The birth of a new life brought light and color to her world. She thought that there are many ways to achieve success, and she could also try to be the mother of a happy child.
She didn't wait for Song Youran's answer. Song Youran suddenly frowned and glared at her with displeasure.
She wondered, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Song Youran restrained her expression. "Shall we leave now?"
She said, "Let's leave early. If we're late, we might get stuck in traffic."
Song Youran stood up and said, "Mom, I need to change my clothes. Please wait for me downstairs."
Xie Xueruo agreed and stood up. When she was about to reach the door, she looked at Song Youran, who was a head taller than her. She wanted to say something, but her eyes accidentally glanced at the bedroom door.
Xie Xueruo's heart almost jumped out of her throat, and an eye appeared through the crack in the door.
Even though Xie Xueruo was used to being calm, her face turned pale: "You Ran, is there anyone in your room?"
Song Youran cursed in her heart, turned around and glared at the person behind the door, and told Xie Xueruo: "It's Wen Chu."
When Wen Chu heard his name, he quickly opened the door and greeted Xie Xueruo happily: "Secretary Xie, good morning."
He had probably just gotten up, his hair was messy, with slightly curved ends that curled and hung on both sides of his ears. His black hair was shiny, making the skin on his cheeks look even paler, but his eyes were bright and shining like stars.
If Song Youran's change is like a small tree growing into a big tree, then Wen Chu's change is like a poplar turning into a weeping willow, both of which are different species.
Most teenagers of this age have slim figures, and if they dress in a slightly neutral style, it is difficult to distinguish their gender.
Song Youran sent Xie Xueruo out the door and said, "Mom, I'll be down in a moment."
After closing the door, Song Youran pushed Wen Chu into the bedroom forcefully.
"Who let you out?"
Wen Chu fell onto the bench at the end of the bed. He turned to watch Song Youran change clothes and asked instead of answering, "Are you going out?"
"Didn't you hear everything?"
"I only heard a little bit." Wen Chu climbed onto the bed from the bench, crawled to the edge of the bed, and reached out to hook the sweatshirt that Song Youran had just put on.
"Uncle, who are you going to see?"
Song Youran pulled Wen Chu's hand away: "None of your business!"
He picked up his coat, turned around and looked down at Wen Chu, who was lying on the bed. "No watching the live broadcast, no tipping, do you hear me?"
Wen Chu lowered his head: "Oh."
Song Youran ruffled his messy hair and said, "Don't try to get away with it. I'll come back and check."
Wen Chu raised his head and asked, "When will you come back?"
Song Youran ignored him and opened the door. She heard someone behind her asking persistently, "How long do I have to wait for you?"
"No one's asking you to wait."
Song Youran sneered and strode out of the room.
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