Lei Qianjun is assembling the furnace tube, this thing is all from small to large section by section, but the technical content is not high. He was decent, very handy.

Song Yiran was hesitating to tell him about the scrap yard when she saw Lei Qianjun looking at her.

"Is there something wrong?" Lei Qianjun felt that Song Yiran seemed to be preoccupied!, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, how are you recovering?

The topic turned a bit stiff.

Lei Qianjun raised his eyebrows, "It's okay, sometimes it's a little itchy, but it doesn't hurt anymore." Speaking of this, he gritted his teeth with hatred until now, and the attack was too inopportune.

But fortunately, he had acute appendicitis, otherwise, he would not have been able to meet Song Yiran.

"Are you alright?"

"It's fine. Lei Qianjun looked around the small room, "It depends on where you want to put the stove." ”

There was a small table and chair in the window, and by the door was the bed, and directly opposite was the large iron box.

"You can lean this way. Lei Qianjun pointed to the opposite side of the desk, "In this way, the position from the bed will be opened, and you will not feel panicked when you sleep at night, and you can read and write warmer during the day." ”

Song Yiran felt that it made sense, her house was not big, and it should be very warm if she burned two furnaces of coal every day.

"Okay then! I'll listen to you. Song Yiran looked very interested, "I'll help." She stood next to Lei Qianjun and reached out to help hold the stove that had been installed.

Lei Qianjun moved the stove to a specific position, and then asked Song Yiran, "Okay?"

"It's good. ”

Lei Qianjun looked at the window, "You have to dig a hole in the glass above and stick this iron cylinder out, so as not to let the soot smoke you." He looked at Song Yiran and looked at the little girl a little.

Song Yiran was slightly uncomfortable, his eyes couldn't help but move away from Lei Qianjun, and he stared out of the window casually.

"What is your weak heart? Do you regret using me as a shield?"

Song Yiran's mouth was so hard, he immediately replied: "Who said that? What I said was the truth, what a shield." "She is tough on the surface, but she is really weak in her heart, and her heart beats like a drum.

Lei Qianjun didn't demolish her, squatted down to install the stove, and quickly connected the two sides, shook it, and it was quite strong.

"How do you dig a hole in the window?" the stove tube is connected to the chimney, but now only a hole can be made in the glass to exhaust the toxic soot exhaust gas directly to the outside.

Not very environmentally friendly, but there is no other way.

Lei Qianjun stepped on the table on the windowsill, measured the height, directly removed the top piece of glass, then adjusted the angle, and carefully stretched out the stove tube.

"Let's just put it up like this, find a tin sheet and cut a hole and put it on. He looked at Song Yiran condescendingly, "Okay?"

Song Yiran tilted his head, "Okay, you come down first, my neck is tired." ”

It was as if this was the second time she had said that her neck was tired.

Lei Qianjun jumped directly from the table, he was too high, and when he jumped down, his center of gravity was a little unstable, and the angle was not so appropriate, and he almost hit the stove. He pounced forward, just hit Song Yiran, and due to the impact of inertia, the two of them fell backwards together, and Song Yiran's back was directly attached to the wall.

Fortunately, the room was not big, so Song Yiran fell back three or four steps and leaned against the wall. Just as her back was about to hit the wall, Lei Qianjun also pulled her, giving her enough cushioning force to not hurt her back. It's just that while Song Yiran leaned against the wall, Lei Qianjun also leaned up, and his tall body was like a god descending, enclosing Song Yiran in his arms.

The two men dodged out of the window and stood in the corner of their sight.

The space suddenly became smaller, and the smell of hormones came to his face, and Song Yiran could be regarded as catching up with the trend and experiencing what is called a wall dong.

The furnace had not yet been fixed, and it fell from a great height like an earthquake.

No one paid any attention to the stove at all, as if even if the sky fell at this moment, they only had each other in their eyes.

Lei Qianjun was condescending, with a little smile in his eyes, at this moment, he and Song Yiran were very close, and the distance between the faces of the two people could barely be about five centimeters.

"You did it on purpose!" she said calmly, not angry. With Lei Qianjun's skills, if he could fall so ugly by jumping off the table, he wouldn't even be able to do it for two years.

"How's that, am I acting like it?"

Song Yiran's back relaxed, the whole person leaned against the wall, and there was a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, "You are not an actor, but you really don't look like you now." ”

"What kind of am I?" Lei Qianjun was stunned for a moment, and then asked curiously.

"It's like the first time I saw you! Justice, don't rub sand in your eyes! Speak with your fists, and you can't hide your edge. Even if the table in the restaurant is short and small, your legs are close together at right angles, and your hair is shaved tightly against your scalp, only a little bit. Song Yiran stretched out his hand and used his thumb and index finger to make a little comparison.

Lei Qianjun raised his eyebrows slightly, "What now?"

"It's not quite like the first time we met. Song Yiran didn't sell it, and directly said his thoughts, "It's a little more bookish, and it's the same as before in terms of dressing." Not only has the hairstyle changed, but the eyes have also been hidden, and they are not as sharp as before. ”

Lei Qianjun's face was silent, but there were turbulent waves in his heart.

As soon as Song Yiran saw him like this, he felt even more sure in his heart.

"You've lost weight, and you don't look as strong as before!" her eyes were like a ruler, scoring Lei Qianjun's changes in the past three years.

"And, your accent is changing!"

Even if a person is in a different place, in just three years, the accent will not change so much. Lei Qianjun's accent is obviously deliberately practiced, even if he can't help but speak in front of him, but change is change, and careful people can find it.

Song Yiran has the eyes of a pair of eagles.

"You see everything so clearly, can you take a look, what hasn't changed in me?" his voice was a little hoarse, I don't know if it was because of sadness or something else.

Song Yiran stretched out his claw, and his slender index finger unceremoniously tapped Lei Qianjun's left chest muscle: "Your heart!" She would never admit that she was taking advantage, commonly known as rubbing oil.

Lei Qianjun immediately grabbed her strange hand, stepped forward, lowered her head slightly, and choked her red lips accurately.

Song Yiran's head buzzed~