I hate seeing the facade

Yu Rong felt like he was dreaming.

Spring and Autumn Dreams.

His original Mid-Autumn Festival plan was very simple and unpretentious, that is, to buy mooncakes, go home and eat the mooncakes and then go to bed, preferably to sleep until the end of the holiday.

However, at this time, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room of Fang Yiran's house. On the coffee table in front of him was a pot of cyclamen that was blooming. Fang Yiran with burning eyes.

Yu Rong was a little at a loss again.

He sat stiffly on the sofa, his hands neatly placed on his knees, his back stood straight, and his body was half a meter away from the back of the sofa.

Those who didn't know thought that what he was sitting on was not a sofa, but a torture chair.

"Student Yu Rongrong."

Fang Yiran said dumbfoundedly, "May I ask what are you nervous about?"

Yu Rong subconsciously refuted him: "I didn't."

However, when he spoke, even Yu Rong himself didn't quite believe it—his throat was slightly tight due to the dry and cold weather and nervous factors, and his voice became slightly hoarse, which made it sound like nothing he said Emboldened.

Yu Rong hurriedly cleared his throat, he covered his mouth, but still stared at Fang Yiran stubbornly.

Mouth is hard.

Fang Yiran thought, but he was too cute.

"Ok."

Fang Yiran started to speak for Li Leilei, "Sometimes, my mother would be so overly enthusiastic. So you can just listen to what she says, usually there will be a little bit of exaggeration."

Yu Rong nodded.

"Your mother is very nice." Yu Rong said.

Although we only chatted for a while, Yu Rong could feel that Li Leilei was a very warm and kind woman.

Just like her son, like sunshine, dazzling and warm.

Fang Yiran smiled.

Although the two were still silent, Fang Yiran could feel that Yu Rong had gradually relaxed compared to the embarrassment when he just entered the door.

As a kitten, when entering a new environment, you will always be vigilant for a while, and after a while, the fur will be smooth and the body will soften.

"That what."

Fang Yiran put on a careless appearance, and fiddled with the petals of cyclamen on the coffee table, "I thought it was an old man that day...cough, senior Liang Ting picked you up."

Yu Rong didn't expect him to change the topic so quickly.

"Yes." Yu Rong said.

"Are you familiar with each other?" Fang Yiran said.

Yu Rong was taken aback, he didn't intend to reveal the specific relationship between him and Liang Ting.

So Yu Rong was silent for a while, and just nodded: "It's okay."

He couldn't ask any more questions.Thinking about it, Yu Rong picked up a bag of beautifully packaged peanuts on the coffee table, and silently opened it.

And Fang Yiran was still ravaging the pot of cyclamen thoughtfully. Seeing that the bright and delicate petals were about to be rubbed bald by him, Fang Yiran put down his hand meekly.

"Then you... um!"

Fang Yiran raised his head, and just as he was about to continue asking, an unknown object was stuffed into his mouth by Yu Rong.

Yu Rong held the freshly opened peanut package in his hand, and was looking at Fang Yiran's expression with great interest.

Fang Yiran chewed.

Immediately afterwards, his face twisted violently, and all the words he was about to say were choked back into his throat by the spicy taste that rose from his mouth.

"...it turns out it really smells like mustard."

Yu Rong stared at the package's thoughtful opening.

Fang Yiran raised his head to the sky and roared in grief, and ran away to find water with tears streaming down his face.

Yu Rong glanced at Fang Yiran, who was completely robbed of his sanity by the peanuts, then looked down at the packaging bag in his hand, and let out a soft breath.

"You two can try making fresh meat mooncakes in the afternoon."

While eating, Li Leilei said, "I have to take a nap, I'm getting old and my energy is gone."

Fang Yiran sniffed.

He knew that Li Leilei was deliberately creating opportunities for the two of them to be alone—Fang Yiran had grown up so much that he never knew Li Leilei had the habit of taking a nap.

So he winked at Li Leilei gratefully.

Yu Rong didn't doubt much, and obediently agreed.

At the same time, Fang Yiran next to him sniffed again.

Yu Rong's hand holding the chopsticks paused, and slowly brought his head closer to Fang Yiran's ear, and said softly, "Captain, if the show is too much, it will be boring."

"Acting fart, do you know how much mustard smells?"

Fang Yiran was terribly wronged, and looked at him with righteous indignation, "If you don't apologize to me, just slander me, Yu Rongrong, you make me feel cold."

Yu Rong stopped talking.

"Come on, Xiao Yu, you can eat the biggest pig's trotter."

Li Leilei didn't pay attention to the movement on their side, but just put food into Yu Rong's bowl, "Don't be polite with Auntie."

Yu Rong thanked him, buried his head in eating the rice quietly, and didn't take the initiative to say a word to Fang Yiran.

Fang Yiran thought that he had chatted to death again.

He was a little annoyed for a moment, poking the rice in the rice bowl with his chopsticks sullenly, regretting why he didn't answer Yu Rong's words well just now.

Why did I say such vulgar words as "acting a fart"?

Why not just follow the child's words?

You won't lose a piece of meat if you suffer a little verbally?Now I don't take the initiative to talk to you, are you stupid? Fang Yiran?

Fang Yiran's heart ached and tears flowed.

Before he could regret it, a piece of super fat and big pig's trotter silently rolled into his bowl.

Fang Yiran's pupils shrank, and he turned to look at Yu Rong in disbelief.

Yu Rong didn't look at him, just pawing at the rice in the bowl as if nothing had happened.

Fang Yiran was elated.

He carefully picked up the piece of pig's trotter, took small bites, chewed each bite carefully, and tasted it in his mouth repeatedly for 1 minute.

Fang Yiran reluctantly swallowed it until the taste was gone.

"mom."

Fang Yiran said, "The pig's trotters you made today are really delicious, extremely delicious, the best in the world."

Li Leilei looked at him inexplicably: "I made exactly the same pig's trotters last night, and I never saw you praise me."

Fang Yiran grinned and said nothing.

Yu Rong stood aside and heard the conversation between the two clearly.

He didn't seem to react, but the chopsticks in his hand shook slightly, and the green cauliflower he just picked up fell back into the bowl without a sound.

The author says:

Fang Yiran: Xiangxiangxiangxiangxiang!