Mr. Qin is always serious

Wen Lang followed Qin Jingshen to the supermarket for a stroll, and when he came back, he got a key and a soft Shiba Inu key ring.

In addition, there is an orange cat style, which Wen Lang respectfully bought and gave to Qin Jingshen.

When the two returned home, Qin Jingshen put on a Shiba Inu apron and went to the kitchen to cook. Wen Lang kneaded the dog for a while, and suddenly thought of something very important.

He poked open the WeChat list, and clicked on Qu An's profile picture.

The spring of His Majesty Taotie: It suddenly occurred to me that there is something I haven’t asked you yet, how many days can the little Taotie survive?

Bi An did not speak: ten to fifteen days.

Wen Lang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling pretty good.

In an instant, the bottom line of the bald head increased by more than ten days.

Apart from this matter, he had no other problems, and after a brief chat with Qu An, he put down the phone.

Ju Baoer rubbed against him, raised her head and meowed softly, Wen Lang bent down to pick it up, walked to the edge of the kitchen to watch Qin Jingshen cook.

And no matter how many times I watched it, I still think Mr. Qin's appearance is really good-looking.

Wen Lang couldn't help but opened his mouth: "Mr. Qin, can I go in?"

Qin Jingshen turned his head, his gaze paused for a few seconds on him and the cat he was holding in his arms, and his voice was flat: "Come in."

When Wen Lang went in, he was afraid that Ju Baoer would drop his hair into the pot, so he didn't dare to get too close, so he stood one meter away and watched quietly.

Qin Jingshen lowered his head and cut vegetables: "If you feel bored, you can listen to music."

Not bad not bad, emotional.

Wen Lang thought for a while, and suddenly had a sudden impulse: "Mr. Qin, do you want to listen to the opening song of "Mountain and River on Earth"?"

Qin Jingshen paused: "Okay."

Wen Lang went to the room and took down the guitar, cleared his throat, plucked the strings lightly, and sang the first line.

The lines in "Human World" are full of melancholy, which is actually more suitable for singing with Fu Tong's voice, while Wen Lang's voice is more like that of a noble son.

Yearning for the bruises all over the body is the world in the mountains and rivers.

Wen Lang lowered his eyes and sang, and the fluffy balls outside heard the sound, and quickly surrounded him, squatting beside him and wagging their tails. Their tails slapped the floor one after another, as if they were accompaniment to him.

Qin Jingshen's eyes gradually softened, and he stared carefully at Wen Lang's face.

Wen Lang sang with his eyes downcast, not paying attention to his eyes. When "Human World" finished singing, he raised his head and smiled at Qin Jingshen: "Does it sound good?"

Qin Jingshen took his gaze back before he raised his head, and nodded lightly when he heard the words: "It sounds good."

As expected of Mr. Qin, he has vision.

Wen Lang narrowed his eyes happily, didn't continue talking, and continued to pluck the strings with his head down.

He never sang a complete song later, he hummed very casually, sometimes without even the lyrics, only a few tones, light and faint, but it has a unique charm.

Qin Jingshen lowered his head and was doing what he was doing, his eyes were on places that Wen Lang couldn't see, his gentleness was to the extreme.

Fifteen minutes later, Wen Lang took off the guitar and just looked up when a small porcelain bowl suddenly appeared in front of him.

Wen Lang:?

The tip of his nose smelled the aroma of food, and he took a closer look, only to find that there were a few pieces of sweet and sour pork tenderloin in the bowl.

Behind the porcelain bowl is Qin Jingshen, who looked down at him: "Try to see if the taste is suitable."

Wen Lang is willing to do this.

He picked up his chopsticks and tasted it, and found that the tenderloin should have been drying for a while, and the temperature was just right.

Wen Lang narrowed his eyes contentedly: "It's super delicious!"

After finishing speaking, he sincerely praised Mr. Qin's cooking skills.

However, what I got was still a faint hum.

He turned around and continued cooking. Wen Lang had long been used to his coldness from time to time, and he didn't care. He stared eagerly at the side, looking more eager than the small animals beside him.

Qin Jingshen caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye, and didn't say anything, but when each dish was ready, he would put a little bit of it in the small porcelain bowl to dry, and feed Wen Lang calmly.

The person who was being fed squinted and smiled the whole time, without any thoughts in his mind, he just wanted to call the lovely and considerate Mr. Qin.

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At nine o'clock in the evening, Wen Lang packed up the dishes contentedly and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. After coming out, he took the flowbook of "Cute Pet Fluffy" and read it for a few minutes before being called to the study by Qin Jingshen.

In the study, Qin Jingshen was working behind the desk, while Wen Lang was sitting cross-legged on the plush carpet, casually reading the flowbook.

It's not that Mr. Qin treats him harshly, but Wen Lang's habit is like this, otherwise he can't sit and watch. Qin Jingshen has seen this before when he was on the set last time, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

The wall clock on the wall ticked away bit by bit, and the surrounding area was extremely quiet, only the occasional sound of pages turning could be heard.

Half an hour later, Wen Lang rubbed his slightly sore neck and looked up at Qin Jingshen.

The latter was writing something there, holding a black pen with his well-defined fingers, and there was a bit of sharpness in his elegant posture.

Wen Lang's attention gradually moved away from the workflow book in his hand, and he started to daze with his chin in his hand, trying to figure out what Qin Jingshen's words looked like.

After thinking for a while, I finally came to a conclusion.

——No matter what it looks like, it must be very beautiful.

Wen Lang couldn't help but look down at the notes he had just made on the procedure book. Although the words on it were not too distorted, they definitely didn't look good.

He sighed, Qin Jingshen over there heard it and looked up: "What's wrong?"

Wen Lang hadn't recovered yet, and after hearing the voice, he subconsciously followed his words and opened his mouth: "Mr. Qin's handwriting must be beautiful, unlike mine, every time Song Li sees it, he always talks about me for a long time."

The pen in Qin Jingshen's hand stopped.

Wen Lang also came to his senses at this time, and he froze in place immediately, feeling that he might have collapsed a little more with Mr. Qin.

As soon as this idea appeared, Qin Jingshen's voice sounded: "Come here."

God is going to kill me.

Wen Lang was so sad that he wanted to bite someone, he hesitated and walked over slowly: "Mr. Qin."

Qin Jingshen hummed, looked at the annotations in the workflow book in his hand, and an obvious smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

Wen Lang: ...

This is why you are wrong, Mr. Qin. After all, we live under the same roof now, and we don’t see each other when we look up. No matter how much you laugh at my words in your heart, can’t you at least restrain yourself on the surface? !

Be a human being and stay on the line, and we will meet each other in the future.

Good president, why are you so ignorant? !

Wen Lang quickly closed the procedure book, feeling so sad that he wanted to bite someone.

The smile in Qin Jingshen's eyes became stronger for a moment, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "Your name is still beautifully written."

Wen Lang thought with a blank face, this is probably the most heart-warming comfort he has heard this year.

The two characters were forced to practice by Song Li for several months, can it not look good?

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Wen Lang stood there without saying a word. Fortunately, Mr. Qin was hopelessly short of straight men. He said in a low voice, "I can teach you how to write."

But His Majesty Taotie didn't feel happy when he heard that, on the contrary, he felt even more sad.

Wen Lang tugged at the corner of the workflow book: "Let's forget it... Song Li said that I probably don't have much talent in writing, and it's not easy to write Wen Lang well. Don't expect anything else, it's easy to be sad .”

"No." Qin Jingshen met his eyes, "I'll teach you how to write my name first, okay?"

Wen Lang hesitated for a moment, thinking that after all, he had already lost his face, why not give it a try, in case it could be saved?

Thinking of this, he nodded: "Then I will trouble you."

Qin Jingshen didn't speak, picked up the pen and handed it to Wen Lang, Wen Lang took it, and then felt his hand was wrapped in a warm touch.

Qin Jingshen held his hand, and wrote down his name stroke by stroke on the white paper. The pen was sharp and there was a tick at the end. It was exactly as Wen Lang thought, and it was very beautiful.

After writing the three words, he let go of his hand: "Do you feel it?"

Wen Lang shook his head blankly: "It's over before I have time to feel it."

"You are like this." Qin Jingshen took his hand again, and the nib of the pen slowly walked on the paper, "Write a little at first, and close the end... um, very good."

He took Wen Lang back and forth to write these three words more than twenty times, and Wen Lang finally got a feeling: "Mr. Qin, I want to try it myself."

Qin Jingshen paused with his fingers, and then slowly let go of his hand after a while.

Wen Lang hurriedly wrote down the feeling just now on the paper. After finishing writing, he looked down, and it really looked much better than before.

He raised his head in surprise: "Mr. Qin, don't you look better than before?"

Qin Jingshen met his smiling eyes, and hummed lightly: "It looks good."

Wen Lang's eyes bent, and then he wrote Qin Jingshen's name on the paper a dozen times, and found that it was not a fluke just now, and it really looks better every time.

Although the strokes are still a bit weak when you look closely, at least at first glance it looks fine.

His Majesty Taotie doesn't ask too much of himself, that's enough.

Wen Lang held the paper and admired it for almost half a minute, thought for a while, and suddenly turned around: "Mr. Qin, can you take me to write down your name again?"

Qin Jingshen nodded lightly: "Okay..."

He lowered his eyes, held Wen Lang's hand and wrote the word "Wen Lang" on the paper with a very serious expression.

After finishing writing, Wen Lang lowered his head and glanced, always feeling that Wen Lang written by Qin Jingshen was more beautiful than his own name.

It must be an illusion.

They all look good.

Wen Lang didn't pay much attention to this matter. After getting familiar with it, he wrote down his own name a few times, and felt that it wasn't 01:30 that really looked better than before.

He raised his head slightly, with a smile on his eyes and eyebrows: "Thank you, Mr. Qin."

"It's okay." Qin Jingshen said softly, and after a few seconds of silence, he opened his mouth again, "If you want, I can teach you other words in the future."

Mr. Qin is indeed a good man.

Wen Lang rolled his eyes: "From then on, I'll keep bothering you."

Qin Jingshen looked at him: "Okay."

Because Qin Jingshen still had work, Wen Lang didn't bother him anymore, and after staying in the study for less than 10 minutes, he said goodbye to Qin Jingshen and went back to his room.

Before leaving, he deliberately took away the blank paper that he practiced calligraphy just now, intending to take pictures and send them to Moments to show off, to prove that his calligraphy is not hopeless at all.

He went out happily, and left in a hurry, but he didn't realize that the piece of paper with [Qin Jingshen] was left behind.

From behind, Qin Jingshen looked down at the paper. After a while, he picked up a pen and wrote Wen Lang's name under each name on it.

Qin Jingshen.

Wen Lang.

His eyes were extremely gentle.

The author has something to say: going back to school tomorrow and starting school the day after tomorrow is really sad qwq.

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