i want to throw you down

Lying on her bed, Wang Meng took out her phone, opened WeChat, and decided to harass Gao Ling.

21:40

Wang Meng: Big brother

Wang Meng: What are you doing?

Gao Ling did not reply immediately, Wang Meng waited for a while, but still did not reply.

Maybe she was reading a book, Wang Meng put down her phone in disappointment, and planned to take a shower first.

However, when Wang Meng came back from the shower, Gao Ling still didn't reply.

22:10

Wang Meng:. . .

Wang Meng: Asleep?

Tomorrow is the weekend, and there is no class, why do you have to go to bed so early!

Like a child, Wang Meng rolled around on the bed with the quilt in her arms, venting her dissatisfaction and filling her sense of loss.

"Clap~"

The door was opened at this time, and Wang Meng's mother was holding a white porcelain bowl filled with white fungus syrup. When she looked up, she saw Wang Meng rolling on the bed.

The four eyes met, and the room suddenly became deadly quiet. Wang Meng's face became hot, and she covered her head with the quilt, and a muffled sound came out.

"Mom! Why didn't you knock on the door before you came in!"

Wang Meng's mother raised her eyebrows, walked to Wang Meng's desk with sugar water, put down the bowl, and said, "You haven't slept yet, besides, I'm your own mother, so much attention."

"Get up quickly, drink this bowl of sugar water, you are so old, you still look like a child."

Wang Meng's mother went to the bed and patted Wang Meng's thigh. Wang Meng turned over and sat up with a jolt.

"Know it!"

Wang Meng stepped on her slippers, came to the desk and sat down, picked up a spoon and took a sip. The sugar water was still warm, with just the right amount of sweetness. It slipped down her throat, and she felt her body warming up.

"Well, mom, you seem to have improved a lot in cooking sugar water." Wang Meng commented in surprise.

"How? Not bad, right?"

"This is the method I deliberately asked my old classmate for advice. Her family used to open a sugar water shop. When we were studying, she often brought sugar water for me to drink. More than 20 years have passed in a flash."

Wang Meng's mother recalled the past while talking. Wang Meng was as quiet as a chicken, listening and drinking sugar water silently.

"Could it be the aunt you mentioned before? The one you haven't seen for many years?"

"That's right, you have to get up early tomorrow. I've already made an appointment with her. You go to her house in the morning and try to help her son make up a lesson." Wang Meng's mother immediately remembered the business.

"Try?" Wang Meng looked exm.

"Nonsense, it's not that I don't know your level. If you don't make up well, I still suggest your aunt to hire a special tutor." Wang Meng's mother said with a look of disgust.

"Then why don't you just find a tutor!" Wang Meng was a little unhappy.

"Ahem, aren't we chatting, and her son sounds better than you in every aspect, and finally has a shortcoming, and it happens to be the only one you can do, so I'll recommend you."

"Mom, you are cheating on me..."

"If you don't make it up well, wouldn't you be even more ashamed?"

As soon as Wang Meng said these words, the room suddenly became cold. Wang Meng's mother raised the corners of her mouth, patted Wang Meng's shoulder, and said very gently: "So, you'd better work harder and be more serious, understand?"

"Okay, okay." Wang Meng showed a hypocritical smile.

"Gulu~" The phone on the bed vibrated suddenly, and the voice of the WeChat notification sounded.

Wang Meng just had an excuse, drank the remaining sugar water in one gulp, put down the empty bowl, got up and went to get the mobile phone left by the bed.

"It's so late, who still sends you a WeChat message?" Wang Meng's mother asked curiously while putting away the empty bowl.

Wang Meng swiped away from the screen, and it was Gao Ling who replied to the WeChat message.

"It's a classmate, my old friend."

Wang Meng replied without raising her head, and clicked on the WeChat interface.

22:30

Gao Ling: Didn't sleep, just read a book.

Gao Ling: What's wrong?

Sure enough, he was reading a book.

"Suyou? Seeing you like that, I thought it was your girlfriend."

Wang Meng's mother shook her head and walked outside with an empty bowl.

"Ahem, Mom, have you watched too many romantic dramas recently?"

"I haven't watched much, I just finished watching a [-]-episode drama."

Wang Meng: "..."

Only one hundred episodes. . .

"Okay, don't talk too late, remember to go to bed early!" Wang Meng's mother reminded her before leaving the room, and then closed the door.

"Got it!" Wang Meng collapsed on the bed and replied in a drawn-out voice, while replying to Gao Ling's WeChat.

Wang Meng: ...it's nothing

Wang Meng: just asking

Wang Meng: I'm so bored, are you black?

Gao Ling: ...

Gao Ling: I have been playing for a long time this afternoon. Playing too many games is not good for the eyes.

Gao Ling: If you are bored, read a book, and you will fall asleep soon.

Wang Meng: ...

Wang Meng: Forced to smile

Gao Ling: Be good, read a book.

Wang Meng's eyes widened suddenly, seeing the word "obedient" from Gao Ling, is this, is this still the cold Gao Ling?

Wang Meng threw away the phone and rolled on the bed to calm down, and the WeChat message popped up again.

Gao Ling: Recommend "One Hundred Books College Students Must Read"

Wang Meng: ...

Wang Meng didn't click on this recommendation, but got out of bed silently, went to the bookshelf, and took out a history textbook. That's right, it was the history class schedule.

After the college entrance examination, Wang Meng sorted out all the textbooks and sold them for recycling, leaving only his beloved history textbooks.

It can be viewed as a storybook. I feel like I’m going to give tutoring tomorrow. Wang Meng took the history book of the second year of high school and read it carefully.

There are also notes drawn in different colors on the book. Wang Meng looked at these imprints, and the years of studying hard seemed to appear before his eyes again.

Then, Wang Meng felt that she wanted to sleep very much.

The heating in the living room has been turned off, only a small light is still on, Wang Meng came out after brushing her teeth, turned off the light, and returned to her bedroom.

Wang Meng set the alarm clock, put the mobile phone on the bedside table, turned over and rolled up the quilt, and stretched her hands and feet. The bed at home was still comfortable.

The windows are half open, the curtains are closed, the rain outside has stopped, and there is still residual heat from the heating in the bedroom.Wang Meng reached out to turn off the light, a faint silver moonlight shone in from the window sill, and the night wind gently knocked on the glass window, falling into silence.

Wang Meng fell asleep quickly and had no dreams all night.

The next day, the bright sunshine slanted on the curtains. At eight o'clock, the alarm clock rang on time. Wang Meng closed her eyes and moved, curled up under the quilt, stretched her waist, and then slowly sat up, opened her eye.

After washing, Wang Meng came out of the bathroom. Breakfast was already set on the dining table. Wang Meng's mother came out of the kitchen carrying milk. When she saw Wang Meng, she greeted her, "Come and have breakfast, the milk is just hot."

Wang Meng's father sat in the first place, with only a little scum left on the plate in front of him, and half drank the milk next to him, and was reading a financial newspaper.

"Are you cute?"

Wang Meng's father put down half of the newspaper, revealed a pair of eyes, and looked at Wang Meng carefully.

"I haven't been home recently. Dad hasn't seen you for a long time."

Wang Meng took a sip of milk and lazily replied: "I was addicted to studying during this time, so I didn't come back."

While talking, he picked up the golden toast, spread a layer of strawberry jam, and put it in his mouth to take a bite. The sweet jam and crispy toast are delicious!

"Hey? Really, you are addicted to studying?" Wang Meng's father looked surprised.

"Hehe, that's what he told me when I called the other day, and I don't believe it either." Wang Meng's mother prepared Wang Meng's breakfast and sat down again.

Wang Meng didn't blush, her heart didn't beat, "It must be true!"