Chapter 36
There was a classmate of Xie Dong in the community. He played with him downstairs for a while, and when he came back, he saw the dining table filled with candies of various colors.
Song Youran had a stack of red paper at hand, which could be folded into a miniature red house.
Stuff a few candies into the red house, close the paper door, tie a ribbon, and throw it into the big cardboard box on the ground.
There are already many little red houses piled up in the big cardboard box.
There were at least seven or eight kinds of candy on the table. Xie Dong picked up one and was about to open it when Song Youran called him over and said, "Don't eat this, it's cheap."
He pointed to the most expensive box of candy on the table and told Xie Dong: "If you want to eat, eat this."
Xie Dong sat at the dining table with a candy in his mouth, and his little hands arranged various candies into a long line.
The line ended at the edge of the table, where two small red books lay in the corner.
Xie Dong opened the little red book. In the photo, Song Youran had his eyes squinted, showing his arrogant big white teeth, while the person next to him just slightly raised the corner of his mouth.
Xie Dong knew what this was. His mother and Uncle Kong had also received this little red book.
Xie Dong didn't eat much in the evening. Song Youran asked him if he was feeling unwell, but he just ate his meal in silence without saying a word.
"well……"
Song Youran sighed, released her strength and lay on top of Wen Chu.
Wen Chu pinched his waist and urged: "Ran Ran, do you want to take a break too?"
Song Youran said, "No more."
"It's not done yet." Wen Chu held Song Youran's waist, not allowing him to go down.
Song Youran rested her forehead on Wen Chu's shoulder: "I don't want to move."
Wen Chu said considerately, "You don't have to move, I'll do it."
Song Youran saw a scrapped tractor in the village, parked under a dead tree, battered by wind and rain. He thought the tractor couldn't start because it was rusty and its tires were flat.
But one day, the villagers surrounded it, laughing and jokingly trying to light a fire for it.
It rumbled loudly and shook violently, like a wild beast that could lose control at any time.
Song Youran was carried up by an adult and sat for a while. After she came down, her upper and lower teeth were numb and the bones in her body showed signs of falling apart.
Now, he sat on another tractor and opened his mouth, and his stomach almost vomited.
This tractor didn't burn any oil, and its arms stubbornly clamped around his waist. It wouldn't stop even when its hair was pulled, determined to shake the souls of both men out and dissipate them together in this world.
Song Youran opened her eyes and the sunlight illuminated the ceiling.
He exhaled, threw back the quilt and went to his room to change clothes.
I've been slacking off recently and can't even control a little Karami.
After washing up, he walked to the entrance.
Wen Chu rubbed his hair and sat up with the quilt in his arms: "Where are you going?"
Song Youran said coldly, "Morning jog."
Wen Chu jumped up and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go too."
The pair of big white feet were just stepping barely on the cold floor. Song Youran walked over impatiently and tucked the person into the quilt.
Last night Song Youran said he was a tractor!
Wen Chu doesn't want to be a tractor. He can pull, but he can't really drag it down.
After Wen Chu finished packing, Xie Dong also put on his running clothes and stood at the entrance.
Song Youran didn't say anything. It's good for children to exercise.
Xie Dong realized he had overestimated his long-haired brother. He was nothing but a show-off. After running just one block, he was already leaning against a street tree, gasping for breath. "Stop running, stop running. I'll wait here for you. You'll go back the same way, right?"
Song Youran led Xie Dong to continue running forward, and reminded him on the way not to follow Wen Chuxue.
"Even lazy people are not as lazy as him." Song Youran said.
Xie Dong happily waved his arms and asked Song Youran, "Brother, who's more powerful, you or my little brother?"
Song Youran said, "Of course it's me."
Xie Dong breathed a sigh of relief: "I want to be as good as my brother!"
If one day the long-haired brother becomes like Uncle Kong and wants to bully him, he will exercise his body well so that he can protect himself even without his brother's protection in the future.
Song Youran was handing out candy in the office.
The young single teacher was shocked: "Teacher Song, you are married?!"
Teacher Song was beaming: "Haha, yes, I just got married last week."
Teacher Song went to other offices to hand out candy. The young teacher felt the candy was sour in his mouth. He asked another teacher in the office: "Last time, you said that no one was willing to help Teacher Song raise his brother?"
The older teacher didn't argue with the young man and just said what she wanted to say: "Teacher Song is very lucky. Her husband is like a banished immortal, not like an ordinary person."
The young teacher leaned forward and asked, "Tell me more carefully, where did you see it?"
"Come to the school before dawn tomorrow morning and wait. You'll be able to see it at the school gate."
Song Youran took the leftover wedding candies home and placed them on the cabinet at the entrance.
Wen Chu was curious about what was in this big cardboard box, which Song Youran took out in the morning and brought back in the evening.
Song Youran said, "Just open it and take a look."
Wen Chu couldn't wait to open the carton and found many small red boxes inside.
"What is this?" Wen Chu asked.
Song Youran carried the dishes into the kitchen. "Your eyes are just for show, your head is just for decoration, and you have to ask about everything!"
Wen Chu opened the little red box, and red wedding candies spilled into his palm. Some of the candies had little people in wedding dresses painted on the wrappers, and some had red double happiness painted on the wrappers.
The next day, Song Youran discovered that the large cardboard box on the cabinet was missing.
Xie Dong said: "Big brother took it away."
Song Youran angrily corrected him, "I'm the big brother, he's the little brother."
Xie Dong said: "Okay, little brother will take it away."
The driver parked the car downstairs of the Song family building and said to Wen Chu, who opened the car door, "Young man, congratulations!"
Wen Chu, tired from the journey and with a chill on his face, curled his lips and said, "Thank you."
Song Hongtao asked someone to take the wedding candy that Wen Chu brought out and distribute it.
He asked Wen Chu: "When are you planning to have the wedding?"
"We may not have a wedding." Wen Chu said, "If my uncle doesn't want to have one, then we won't have one."
"Establishing a company requires cutting ribbons and setting off fireworks to announce it to the world. Since you've chosen to marry him, you should do it right and put your own stamp on him."
Wen Chu flipped through the documents on his desk: "Grandpa, I'm not doing business with him."
He quickly reviewed the documents, signed where necessary, and tossed aside those that he disapproved.
Song Hongtao sat on the reception sofa, leaning on his crutches: "If you hold the wedding, it will also put Ah Mei's heart at ease."
Wen Chu put down his pen: "Don't worry about my affairs."
"After all these years, you still won't forgive her. Have you ever thought about the reason?" Song Hongtao said, "You can easily forgive others, but you're so harsh on her. This proves that you care about her far more than anyone else."
Who are the "others" and "others" in the sentence referring to? The answer is self-evident.
Wen Chu intertwined his fingers and looked at the elderly man: "She fell into the river with her uncle, and I absolutely would not save her."
Song Hongtao smiled and shook his head: "Don't let Amei hear you say that."
Wen Chu picked up the pen again: "If she doesn't force me, then she won't hear it."
After Wen Chu finished his work in City A, he rushed to the city where Song Youran was.
Even with convenient transportation, Wen Chu felt overwhelmed after traveling frequently between the two cities for a long time.
"Uncle, come with me to City A."
Wen Chu lay on Song Youran, and the thick quilt was replaced with a thin silk quilt. The cold air from the air conditioner kept the indoor temperature at 25 degrees.
"Xie Dong's summer vacation is coming soon. We'll go to City A together and adapt for a while. If he really can't stay there, we'll move back."
Song Youran closed her eyes. "I have a part-time job and can't leave."
"You can also work part-time in City A." Wen Chu rubbed his nose against Song Youran's chest. "Uncle, uncle, is this okay?"
Song Youran fell asleep with his penis hard.
Wen Chu kissed Song Youran's neck dejectedly, turned over and lay beside her, pulling Song Youran's arm to put it around his waist.
Wen Chu continued to run back and forth, testing the performance of various means of transportation between the two cities.
Since you can't fly, just walk on land. Wen Chu heard that you can also take a boat, so he was eager to try it. But when he heard that the original six-hour car journey would become three days if he changed to a water route, Wen Chu gave up the idea of taking the boat.
No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will become boring after seeing it countless times. Wen Chu is no longer fascinated by the view outside the window during the journey. He starts to fall asleep as soon as he gets on the bus and wakes up only when he gets off.
Song Youran stroked the bruises under Wen Chu's eyes and told him not to run back and forth so frequently.
Wen Chu grabbed Song Youran's hand, kissed his palm, and imitated Song Youran's nonsense, saying that the bruises on his face were caused by playing with his cell phone and had nothing to do with his frequent travel.
In order to punish Wen Chu for lying, Song Youran pressed him down on a wooden chair.
The uncushioned wooden chair made Wen Chu's bones ache.
Step by step, the days are moving towards Song Youran's ideal direction.
He got lucky and got the person of his dreams!
He thought so, but God likes to play jokes on people.
He went out to do some work with his colleagues and could not return to school at noon, so he had to have lunch outside.
The two followed the map to find a nearby shopping mall with a food street next to it.
A colleague pointed to a car on the side of the road and asked, "Is that your husband?"
Wen Chu stood next to the car door. After the girl got out of the car, she took his arm and they walked into the coffee shop in the mall together.
"You're mistaken. That's not my husband." Song Youran retracted her gaze and said calmly.
My colleague immediately laughed it off and said, "I've always had bad eyesight, please don't be offended. Let's go eat, I'm starving."
Song Youran suddenly felt that green was indeed ugly.
The wood that doesn't know spring is scary.
When wood is stained by the colors of spring, learns to bloom, and discovers that there are many other good colors in the world, it will abandon the first touch of spring.
This is good. Wen Chu doesn’t have to run back and forth anymore and doesn’t have to suffer from poor sleep.
Song Youran thought that this was a good deal. Wen Chu had money and slept with him, so he got the better deal.
He saw it clearly and thought it through. He knew why Wei Qian disappeared from his world, why Xie Dong's household registration was so simple and easy to handle, and where Yang Xu's money actually came from.
People should not be too greedy.
Although he and Wen Chu got married, they can still get divorced.
He could hire a skilled lawyer to make Wen Chu shed a layer of skin, to make Wen Chu clearly understand that although he, Song Youran, had nothing, he was not someone to be trifled with.
Wen Chu called him Ranran.
He thought, who’s afraid of who when it comes to being disgusting?
He pinched Wen Chu's face and called him Chu Chu.
It didn't disgust Wen Chu, but made him very happy.
Wen Chu pouted, asking for kisses and hugs, and bloomed like a flower in his arms.
Wen Chu is no longer the Wen Chu of the past. He can laugh and cry, and can get hard with him without taking medicine.
The land of gentleness is paralyzing.
Song Youran is almost completely devoted to Wen Chu and agrees to go to City A with him; but if one day Wen Chu wants to leave, can he accept this heartbreaking separation?
"It's time to pay back the money I borrowed from Yang Xu." Song Youran spoke in the dark.
Wen Chu stroked Song Youran's smooth back and said, "I've already paid it back."
Song Youran's voice washed through the cold pond.
He said, "Really? So now I owe you money?"
Wen Chu's hand touched the base of Song Youran's tailbone: "You don't owe me anything."
"That's great." Song Youran opened Wen Chu's hand.
He stood up and said, "It's too hot for two people to sleep together."
Wen Chu stroked the back of Honghong's hand, sat on the floor and looked at the closed door in confusion.
He looked back at the temperature of the air conditioner. It was hot outside, which had nothing to do with the temperature inside the house!
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