bloody love story

"Mrs. Yin, I'm here to find Yin Lin."

"He just...he is still sleeping, come in, the innermost part is his room." Very polite language.

Shi Wennian didn't want to be looked at by the man with scrutiny, so he took off his shoes and ran to Yin Lin's room.In the dark room, the curtains were drawn tightly, and the eyesight was still a little unaccustomed when he first entered. The air conditioner was turned on very low, and a gust of cool air made Shi Wennian shiver.

After closing the door, when his eyesight got used to it, Shi Wennian walked to Yin Lin's bedside, and vaguely saw a ball huddled under the quilt on the bed.

"Rinlin?" He patted the ball without moving.

"Yin Lin."

The ball moved and slowly stretched out. Yin Lin poked his head out of the quilt and looked at Shi Wennian.

"cake."

Is your focus all on the cake yet?Shi Wennian thought angrily.

"Well, I bought one for you, turn on the lights or draw the curtains?"

"lamp."

Shi Wennian fumbled to find the switch of the bedside lamp. The warm light shone on Yin Lin's sleepy face. He put the cake on the bedside table and pinched Yin Lin's face.

"What are you doing!" Slapping Shi Wennian's hand off, he looked at the person squatting beside the bed with dissatisfaction.

"Get up, don't you want to go to my house later?"

Yin Lin glared at Teacher Wen Nian, retreated to the bed and fiddled with it for a while, and when he got out, he had already changed into regular clothes, jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to wash up.

Shi Wennian lifted the thick quilt, took out the pajamas inside and folded it for him.

"Let's go Niannian!" After washing, Yin Lin ran to Shi Wennian without even taking care of his hair, urging Shi Wennian to leave.

"Hey, take the cake."

Shi Wennian walked out of the room with the cake and Yin Lin, and found that Mrs. Yin and the man before were not there.

"Don't you need to speak to Mrs. Yin?"

"No, she should still be dealing with things. She's been very busy recently."

"Oh, come on, put your coat on."

Back at Shi Wennian's house, Chu Jiahe was not there, they must have gone out to buy groceries, the two of them felt quite comfortable staying in the room.

"What are you looking at?" Shi Wennian went to the kitchen to get chilled juice. Yin Lin likes to drink watermelon juice and tomato juice, so last night Chu Jiahe squeezed the watermelon at home and put it in the refrigerator. Today Yin Lin can drink it when he comes over up.

"Twilight, why do you have this kind of book?" Yin Lin took the watermelon juice, sucked it up slowly through the straw, and took a sip, then exhaled again, watching a blood-red sticky bubble pop out of the cup Pao, Shi Wennian thought it was a little funny.

"It's not mine, my mother. She bought it and read it and then threw it on my bookcase, and then I took it to read. I don't like this type, it's better to have a more passionate fantasy literature."

"Harry Potter?"

"Well, it's just that foreign literature is too advanced, and domestic fantasy is better. With general routines, you can guess what will happen next."

"I also like magical ones. Brother likes to read this." He shook the book in his hand, "but it's all deceptive." He pouted, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Those who write novels, don't they all make up."

"Do you believe in every year?"

Shi Wennian finished drinking the watermelon juice and looked at Yin Lin suspiciously: "Huh?"

"Vampires, vampires."

"That's not it, I remember which poet made it up at first?"

"The earliest novel "The Vampyre" written by the British poet Byron's personal doctor John William Polidori in 1819, the book described the vampire Sir Ruthfan as an image of a British nobleman, but there are also facts in it. For example, um..." Yin Lin suddenly fell silent, lowering his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Shi Wennian patted Yin Lin's head: "Okay, don't think about these things you don't have, do you still want to drink, if you want, I will pour it for you."

Yin Lin shook his head, gave the cup to Shi Wennian, and then lay lazily on Shi Wennian's bed, because the bed was next to the window, and the decorative gauze curtains were drawn, so the fine sunlight shone on Yin Lin. Rin frowned on his small face.When Shi Wennian came back from washing the cups, seeing this scene, he wanted to close the curtains, but Yin Lin grabbed his hand and shook his head to signal no.

"Don't you always dislike basking in the sun?"

"Father once said that it's good to dry it out," Yin Lin murmured as he pulled the pillow and hugged her.

"Yeah, your father is right, if you didn't spend a little longer in the sun... would you still get sick as often as before?"

"Yes, soon..."

"Ok?"

Shi Wennian was lying next to Yin Lin, seeing these people say something nonsensical and falling asleep, he smiled softly.

Shi Wennian took out a sketchbook from his desk. It was very old. After thinking about it, he replaced it with a new one. Looking at the first page, he took a pen and began to outline the lines.

Chu Jiahe knew that Yin Lin was here when he saw the two pairs of shoes in Xuanhuan when he came back from shopping. He specially bought fish and came back to make boiled fish. Yin Lin likes spicy food and fish is his favorite.Pull Shi Wennian out of the room and instruct him to wash and chop vegetables. The boiled fish is not Chu Jiahe Nong, but Shi Wennian.In the past few years when Yin Lin left, Shi Wennian learned to cook with Chu Jiahe, and both Chu Jia and the housewife felt incredible about the skills he practiced. His son finally had a skill, which made his mother very pleased.

The spicy and fresh fragrance spread to every corner of the house with the flow of molecules. Yin Lin woke up and stood at the door of the kitchen looking at the boiled fish that was about to be cooked. Red is the best seasoning. Wen Nian made Yin Lin feel a little dazed.