"Senior Brother Wang, wait a minute."

When Wang Yang walked out of the corridor of the library, he stopped when he heard someone calling him, and turned to look back, which turned out to be Professor Chen's closed disciple Xu Han.

Xu Han was carrying some books in his hand, and it was a little difficult to trot like this, and after catching up with Wang Yang, he gasped slightly: "Senior Brother Wang, are you going to the UK?" ”

Xu Han knew that Wang Yang would definitely go back, but he was still looking forward to Wang Yang's reply. The book was heavier, and she turned it upside down and held it a little more steadily.

"Go."

"Huh...... My brother and I went there too. ”

Wang Yang was not interested in Xu Han's words as if he was offering treasures, Professor Hu couldn't go to the country for this trip to the UK, so it was normal for him to bring his two students over.

"Congratulations."

"Need my help?"

"Oh....... this, I'll just do it myself."

It was really difficult for a girl to carry these books, and he was standing beside her empty-handed, if he didn't help, others would definitely gossip again.

How to say that he Wang Yang can be regarded as a character in this school, there are many students who know him, and he helps so that he seems to be a gentleman.

"Give it to me."

Xu Han saw that Wang Yang had reached out to pick up the book, so she had no choice but to move it for him at his request.

"Thank you then."

At this moment, Xu Han felt that what Wang Yang said to the outside world was so good, no, it was better.

She wasn't wrong.

Xu Han and Wang Yang usually don't have much chance to get in touch, let alone get along. It was the first time the two had walked together alone like this. Xu Han looked sideways at Wang Yang, thinking about what to say to liven up the atmosphere, but before she could think of it, she had already walked downstairs in the dormitory.

The road was quiet and speechless, Xu Han couldn't help but feel regret in her heart, such an opportunity was rare, but she wasted it.

"I'm here, give it to me, thank you, Senior Brother Wang."

"No, you don't."

Xu Han looked at Wang Yang's back before going upstairs.

It doesn't matter, they are still going to the UK together, and there will still be opportunities.

Song Cheng watched as Lin Xun's mobile phone on the desktop rang, revealing that the three words "Senior Brother Wang" were written on the call. Song Cheng looked at Lin Xun, who was busy in the kitchen, and answered the phone without hesitation.

But Song Cheng didn't speak first, but waited for Wang Yang to speak first.

Wang Yang listened to the call that had been connected, but Lin Xun did not speak.

It's not like her.

"Hey, junior sister."

As calm as Song Cheng, he turned down the TV playing news in the living room, while he crossed Erlang's legs, leaned on the sofa and leisurely watched the TV to answer Wang Yang's call.

Song Cheng played with his fingers and replied nonchalantly, "Is there anything wrong with her?" ”

Wang Yang on the other end paused when he heard Song Cheng's voice, his fingers holding the mobile phone tightened, and he tried to make his voice as usual: "I can only tell her, please give her the mobile phone." ”

Song Cheng's leisurely and playful voice sounded: "That's sorry, she doesn't have time, she's busy making dinner." ”

Wang Yang was so angry when he heard Song Cheng's slow tone that he couldn't wait to smash his phone. This is obviously showing off to him, and in just one sentence, he has already announced to him the relationship with Lin Xun.

From the very beginning, the one who couldn't help but speak out first had already lost, in this battle without gunpowder.

Wang Yang gritted his teeth and said, "I'll wait for her to be free." ”

"Whatever you want."

Wang Yang couldn't help but kick the wall after looking at the phone that he hung up, but the pain in his foot after kicking made him even more angry, Wang Yang cursed and tried to calm the anger in his heart, tidied up his appearance and walked to the school gate.

He originally planned to have a meal with Lin Xun.

Wang Yang knew that the person who answered his phone just now was the man he met when he sent Lin Xun back to the dormitory that night, and he guessed that it was also this man who sent Lin Xun back to the hotel when he was in Z City, and the relationship between the two was already obviously known.

What if it's a boyfriend or girlfriend?

Going to Professor Wang's house for dinner was arranged by Lin Xun's mother, and when Wang Yang thought about it, the depression in his heart dissipated a lot.

It seems that this man can't be complacent.

Song Cheng got up and walked to the kitchen.

"Miss Lin, when are you going to give me a name?"

Instead of hiding and tucking it away.

Song Cheng hugged her waist from behind Lin Xun, Lin Xun listened to Song Cheng's voice slowly above his head, and paused with his hand holding a soup spoon to taste the taste.

He didn't dare to ask Lin Xun if he would admire the man who had the same hobby as her and studied together. I can't hide from such unconfidence.

Before Lin Xun could figure out how to answer Song Cheng's question, he heard Song Cheng's mobile phone ring.

"Hey, Mom."

The two were so close that Lin Xun could hear the sound coming from the mobile phone.

"Xiaocheng, your dad asked you if you would work overtime tonight, and if you didn't work overtime, you would go home for dinner."

Song Cheng was still holding her waist with one hand, Lin Xun wanted to come out of his arms, but as soon as she moved, Song Cheng increased the strength of his hand to stop her.

"In the apartment."

Then Song Cheng added.

"With my daughter-in-law."

Hearing Song Cheng say this, Lin Xun suddenly felt hot on his face. I don't know if it was smoked by the heat coming out of the soup.

"Then you get along well, Mom won't bother you, son, come on."

Song Cheng looked at the mobile phone that was hung up by his mother in seconds, and cried and laughed.

Come on?

Song Xi entered the dining table from the living room and asked Song's mother, "Old woman, is Song Cheng coming back?" ”

"No, what? The young couple are romantic together. ”

Lin Xun gently poked Song Cheng's stomach with his elbow and said, "It's time to eat." ”

By implication, it's time for you to let me go.

"I know."

If he could eat the food cooked by Lin Xun when he went home like this every day in the future, then his life would be even more complete.

Lin Xun scooped a bowl of soup for Song Cheng and handed it to him, "You taste it and give an evaluation." ”

So enthusiastic?

Lin Xun was looking forward to the evaluation that Song Cheng gave her.

She took the time to read this soup on the Internet and boiled it for two or three hours.

Song Cheng carefully drank the entire bowl of soup before answering Lin Xun.

"The taste is not strong enough, the heat is a little worse, it just doesn't have the essence of the soup, it's okay, you can drink it."

Song Cheng has been accustomed to drinking the soup boiled by Song's mother since he was a child, and he is naturally very picky about the soup.

Song Cheng looked at Lin Xun and rolled his eyes at him, his face was bulging, his little mouth was also pouting, and he added: "But this is the love soup that my daughter-in-law boiled, which is naturally delicious in the world." ”

"Oh......"

Song Cheng looked at Lin Xun's face and estimated it, this little girl won't be angry, right? Didn't she ask him to give him an evaluation? He's also telling the truth.

Lin Xun finally understood what Jian An'an told her at this moment, at some point, women say that they want to listen to the truth, but in their hearts they only want to hear men praise her.

"Since it's a delicacy in the world, then you drink it up."

Song Cheng took a look at this pot of soup, it was difficult for the two of them to drink it, right? If he drank it all, would he still be able to eat?

Lin Xun didn't give Song Cheng a chance to refute.

"If you don't finish it, I won't cook it for you in the future."

"I'll drink."

A simple dinner, no delicacies, no big fish and meat.

But it was this simple meal that made Song Cheng feel the taste of this home.

Of course, Lin Xun didn't really let Song Cheng finish the soup alone.

When Lin Xun picked up the bowl and scooped the soup, he and Song Cheng looked at each other and smiled.

While washing dishes in Song Cheng, Lin Xun walked into Song Cheng's room, opened his closet to find the set of Songcheng middle school pajamas she wore last time, and was stunned when she saw half of the lady's clothes.

But seeing that these clothes are all the styles she likes, I feel a sense of emotion in my heart.

When did Song Cheng prepare these clothes for her, he still had everything.

Lin Xun took a set of plush winter pajamas, still with a cartoon bear pattern.

When Lin Xun took a shower and went out of the living room, Song Cheng was already sitting on the sofa watching the news and financial reports.

"Come here."

Song Cheng saw the corners of Lin Xun's mouth hooked slightly when he saw Lin Xun wearing the cartoon pajamas he bought for him, and beckoned to Lin Xun.

Lin Xun walked over to Song Cheng and sat down beside him.

Song Cheng leaned over and grabbed her shoulders and asked in a low voice, "Do you like it?" ”

Lin Xun raised his head and looked at Song Cheng, pointed to the cartoon pattern in front of him, smiled like a flower, and said, "I like it." ”

"When did you buy it?"

"After that day. My mom is right, a place with your own old things can be called a home, but now, this is not enough, there should be your things here, in order to be a home, our home. ”

"Is this a confession?"

"Think so."

Lin Xun's eyes flashed with faint tears.

Song Cheng reached out and rubbed her eyes, and said with a smile: "The tear duct is so low? ”

Lin Xun took off her shoes, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and took away Song Cheng's hand that was on her eyes, the little tears had been rubbed away by him, and she didn't have time to flow out of the corners of her eyes.

Song Cheng got up and walked to the room, Lin Xun asked at his back, "Are you going to take a bath?" ”

"Hmm."

After Lin Xun changed the financial channel to her favorite TV series, Song Cheng came out of the room again, holding a pair of socks in his hand. walked straight to Lin Xun and bent down, picked up Lin Xun's feet and put them on for her, and then walked to the room.

During this period, Song Cheng only said one sentence.

"It's cold, don't get cold."

Lin Xun didn't know what love looked like before. After getting to know Song Cheng, the love between the two is not as vigorous as it is in the TV series or in the book, some are just thoughts when they can't see each other, and they are dull when they get along.

Lin Xun moved her toes, looking at the cartoon socks that were the same as her pajamas.

When Song Cheng came out, he was wearing his usual pajamas and slippers under his feet, looking like a good man at home.

walked to Lin Xun's side and sat lazily next to her.

"Song Cheng, did you help me buy a picture book, easel or something?"

"Yes, in the study, it hasn't been opened yet. What's wrong? ”

"I want to paint, you can be a model for me, okay?"

A mellow laugh ensued.

"It's up to you."

Lin Xun pushed Song Cheng to the sofa. "You lie down on it."

Song Cheng lay on the sofa with slippers according to Lin Xun's instructions.

"Your face is tilted to my side, your chin is gently pinched with your left hand, your right leg is bent, and your right hand is naturally on your stomach."

Song Cheng looked at Lin Xun's professional style with a smile, and picked up the brush and was full of momentum.

"Is that okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay."

She didn't know how to write this time, Song Cheng's eyes looked at her affectionately, and she didn't dare to look at Song Cheng.

"Are you sure you don't need me to take off my shirt?"

Lin Xun's face turned red, if this is the case, of course it is good, but it is too cold, she has to paint for a while.

"It's going to catch a cold."

"I'm strong and don't catch colds that easily."

It's much warmer at home than outside, and it's not as cold.

Lin Xun thought about it for a while, compared to taking off his shirt completely, the effect of half-exposing his upper body might be better. "You lift the corner of your belly."

Song Cheng chuckled and lifted his clothes.

Lin Xun drew a sketch, and after simply drawing the outline of Song Cheng's head one stroke at a time, he began to finish the head one by one.

"The hand is slightly inserted from where it was raised."

Song Cheng looked at Lin Xun who was painting for him, and at the moment she was focused on him and the painting book, her fingers dexterously brushing lightly on the painting book on the easel, and from time to time she picked up the pen to compare.

"The clothes can be put away, and the head will remain as it is."

The face is undoubtedly the most difficult part to draw, the outline is easy to draw, but how can the subtle expressions on the face and the deep affection conveyed by the eyes be perfectly expressed?

After finishing drawing Song Cheng's hair in the drawing book, Lin Xun began to draw his eyebrows, gently brushing them on the drawing book, with a level of detail as if drawing each of his eyebrows clearly.

When Lin Xun moved his eyes, when he looked over at Song Cheng's eyes, the movements in his hands were stunned, and he seemed to be deeply trapped in the water of these two eyes.

The so-called tenderness is like water, probably like this.

When she draws her eyes, her hands move very slowly, for fear of missing every subtle detail.

Song Cheng's firm nose and lightly hooked lips.

When he finished the last stroke, Lin Xun exhaled lightly and said, "Okay." ”

"So fast?"

He also wanted her to draw for a while.

"Fast?"

She had been drawing for half an hour, and Lin Xun was still worried that he would get tired after holding on like this for so long.

"You come and have a look, and you accept the work."

Song Cheng walked over and hugged Lin Xun, holding his hands on Lin Xun's stomach, and jokingly: "Master Lin's product must be a high-quality product." ”

Lin Xun was amused by Song Cheng's words, and smiled and looked at Song Cheng on the painting with him.

The man on the sofa lay lazily and sexyly, staring to the side with an expression, the corners of his mouth hooked lightly gave him a hint of lazy evil spirit, but his face was soft.

"Lin Xun."

"Huh?"

"It's a painting we're late for."

On the day the town separated, we made an appointment to make another painting for him.