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When returning to Wen Xun's house, Ruan Ting regretted it a bit.

Familiar with the old walls, familiar wooden tables and chairs, and the familiar atmosphere of poverty, he actually felt that every object in this small dilapidated house was greeting him, as if they were both happy and disgusted and said to him: the work is fine, Welcome back.

Ruan Ting first stretched out a finger and pushed open the door, and then leaned against the edge of the sofa with half of his buttocks, as if after two or three days he had no relationship with the sofa.

Ruan Ting's heart feels cold, doesn't the soft cotton sofa at home smell good?After hearing the word "go home", he couldn't help following Wen Xun back like a ghost.

Wen Xun collected the clothes from the balcony and threw Ruan Ting's clothes on Ruan Ting.Ruan Ting moved aside in resistance, and asked after seeing clearly that it was his own clothes, "Did you wash them for me?"

"It was washed in the washing machine." Wen Xun swallowed the word "pay money" that was about to blurt out, and licked his lips.

The clothes smelled of sunlight and lavender laundry detergent, refreshing and fragrant. Ruan Ting found a reason for himself to stay, at least he should repay his kindness and pay back the money before leaving.After making this difficult decision, Ruan Ting straightened up and looked up at the small broken house.

He has a close relationship with this small broken house, since he will be together for a while in the future, no matter what, he has to let him take a bath, put on makeup, and dress up according to his own aesthetics.Even if he leaves in the future, it can be regarded as a precious treasure left to Wen Xun.

Mr. Ruan has always been generous, and he has a clear sense of grievances and grievances when he takes money.

After Wen Xun brought Ruan Ting back and settled him down, he quickly came to the door again: "I have something to do later, you can eat by yourself at noon."

Ruan Ting stretched his neck and asked him, "Where are you going?"

Wen Xun glanced at him and said, "There is porridge in the kitchen, you can heat it up and drink it yourself." Then he left.

"Tsk, I left without even answering the question." Ruan Ting stood up from the sofa and looked around, "I can tell with my feet that I have gone out to do odd jobs."

He looked at the structure of Wen Xun's house. The small bedroom that was never open to outsiders should be the place where Grandpa Wen Xun lived. The door was always closed. What Big Bear said was right. Wen Xun lived by clinging to the past. It has become the strength and support of his current life.

Ruan Ting turned his gaze to the doorknob of the bathroom, his heart was as sour as if he knocked over a seasoning bottle, he was not in a hurry to return home, and he had some spare money in his hand, so he didn't spend any money for several days Boss Ruan felt itchy, the first door to be remodeled was this door.

Except for this door that is not pleasing to the eye, there are simply too many things in this room that Ruan Ting can't see past. He couldn't eat a big fat man. He drew a long list in the memo and planned to gradually improve it.Let’s talk about the lack of funds in one step, in case the poor man is dumbfounded and wants to make a promise... Ah, stop, because of this ridiculous idea, Ruan Ting got goose bumps all over his body, he patted his face, and turned on the phone again , when he walked to the kitchen, he saw the porridge that Wen Xun deliberately left for him, his eyes lingered on it for a few minutes, as if a long century had passed, and then he wanted to pour it into the sink mercilessly.

Ruan Ting picked up the pot, just about to move his hands, but his heart softened suddenly. Seeing that the porridge in the pot was about to flow out, Ruan Ting's movements stopped abruptly. He stuck out his tongue and took a sip.

Just a sip.

Ruan Ting let go of the porridge and started planning dinner at the same time.

When the lanterns first came on, the little bee Wen Xun came back full of fireworks, and when he entered the door, he froze by the door.

The mellow aroma of coffee in the room impacted his nostrils. There was a black marble starry sky folding table and chairs with simple style and beautiful artistic conception by the window. Ruan Ting was typing on the thin notebook on the table with his legs crossed.

At his hand is a small coffee machine and an exquisite glass container, which is filled with coffee beans. The eye protection lamp on the table casts a circle of yellow and yellow halos. Arranging flowers, the small and exquisite air purifier on the upper right is spraying steaming water mist, Ruan Ting saw Wen Xun come back, took a sip of the steaming coffee, and smiled at him: "Would you like to try it? Made in Sumatra."

Wen Xun closed the door with the help of the door frame. For a moment, Ruan Ting seemed to be no longer the dogtail grass growing in the greenhouse, but a precious species that had been carefully cared for. Ruan Ting saw the Laikang skyscraper behind him, although from his distance and perspective, the tall building was just an illusion.

He entered the bathroom, and when he closed the door with his backhand, the doorknob seemed to be different from usual. It felt cool to the touch like jade, and his warm hand felt cold. He let go of the doorknob and bowed to stare for a long time. When he was next to him, before he extended his knee to say hello, Ruan Ting immediately put his legs away, changed into a defensive sitting posture, put his arms around him and said to him, "My name is Ruan Ting, I refuse violence, thank you."

Wen Xun didn't talk to him, and asked directly: "The bathroom door..."

Ruan Ting said with a smile: "With a protective lock, you can go to the toilet with peace of mind."

"I'm sick." After holding back for a long time, Wen Xun choked out these two words, he turned and went to the kitchen, and saw several exquisite disposable lunch boxes on the dining table.

Ruan Ting walked over vigorously, skillfully unpacked one by one, and made a gesture of invitation to Wen Xun.

Fresh and juicy eels, beautifully presented Australian beef, stir-fried cabbage sum, curry prawns, melon and fruit platter, and eight-treasure rice were all placed on a small table, and Ruan Ting poured a glass of grapefruit for Wen Xun Zhi'er was grabbed by Wen Xun's wrist.

"Where did you get the money?"

Ruan Ting stared at the tender, blue-veined hands that looked extremely powerful and said, "I earned it."

Wen Xun was not satisfied with the answer: "What have you been doing these two days?"

"I didn't steal or rob, I earned it with my smart head." Ruan Ting shook his hand, "Will you eat, let go of my hand, I haven't eaten properly for several days."

Wen Xun gradually let go of Ruan Ting's hand, but he still frowned and said, "Since you have money, why didn't you pay me back first? If you're not a liar, how did you get so much money in a short time?"

"I invited you to eat this meal for the sake of taking me to the hospital. As for your money, I paid it on time these days, will the rest be far away?" Ruan Ting moved while talking. He picked up his chopsticks and explained to Wen Xun under suspicious eyes: "A large amount of wealth is not accumulated, nor is it created by working continuously as long as the sky is not falling. Some people only rely on dividends, do not work, do not start a business, As long as you hire the best elites to take good care of it and let the money make money, you will have money that you can't spend in your life."

Ruan Ting looked at Wen Xun's eyes, and said in a nutshell: "In short, the way we make money and our ability to make money are not in the same dimension, so you can't understand me when I explain it, just like I just typed a few words in front of the computer and there are big words. Entering the funds into the account, the hourly salary is completely a blow to you, you just need to know that I am very good. Ah! It hurts... Didn’t you just kick people with your knees! How did you get kicked! "

"For the sake of your illness, I will give you my bed to sleep at night." Wen Xun lowered his head to pick up the rice, and finally moved his chopsticks.

"Huh?" Ruan Ting's eyes lit up, "How did you find your way back? But I have to think about sleeping in the same bed..."

Wen Xun interrupted him: "Starting tonight, I have work at night, and the bed is yours alone."

"Ah~ no wonder you are so kind." Ruan Ting leaned back in his chair, as if remembering something, and asked, "Cough, I have work tonight, what are you doing?"

Wen Xun answered generously: "Let's show the scene."

Ruan Ting thought for a while, supported his head and said: "It seems that you are not a little bee, you are a little spinning top, don't you get tired of spinning? As for what? Save money to buy this dilapidated house, and then what? I think you need to change your mind. "

Wen Xun glanced at him, and said indifferently: "The causal relationship in this world is more complicated than you imagined. If it weren't for a good material foundation, would there be high-quality education and excellent contacts? If there is no high-quality With education and excellent contacts, which step you take in the future will be easy. The world is intertwined. If you only rely on a will and an inheritance, how many of the things derived from them are your own. Put aside your illusions and work hard Right, dogtail grass."

Ruan Ting was speechless for a moment, he felt a puff of breath in his chest, he couldn't go up, he couldn't get down, he couldn't get through, he couldn't disperse.

The water in the air purifier was dry, and there were two beeps, and the food on the table was swept away like a wind, and he heard Ruan Ting say: "How did you grow so big, if I was with you I couldn’t imagine my life growing up in such a family environment.”

Wen Xun picked up the rice in the bowl, revealing two black jewel-like eyes, he raised his head and said in confusion, "It's like this in the world, isn't it?"

Wherever there is desire, there is a life of fucking. It is very hard in the world. Ruan Ting is often worried about the family property of the Ruan family and is too busy to eat. purely.

Transactions, chips, and things with clearly marked prices are not limited to items, but also include many, many others.

Ruan Ting couldn't help losing his appetite.

After Wen Xun had dinner, he went back to the bedroom and changed his clothes. Ruan Ting watched him pack up and go out. When he reached the door, Wen Xun called him over.

Ruan Ting walked over, not knowing what Wen Xun wanted to do, and kept a distance of one meter from him.

Wen Xun glanced at him and said, "Stretch out your hand."

Ruan Ting stretched out his hand cautiously.

Wen Xun put a pair of earplugs in his palm.

"The uncle next door may still shout tonight, you wear earplugs to sleep at night, it won't affect your sleep."

These earplugs were originally another ironclad proof of fucked life, but after carrying the warm body temperature in their hands, they are full of human touch and have a different meaning. Ruan Ting put on the earplugs and climbed onto the warm bed. The people inside tossed and turned.

He is someone who can fall asleep on the sofa.

How did he become someone who could fall asleep on the sofa?

Ruan Ting frowned tightly, and covered his face with the quilt.

The author has something to say:

Wen Xun: Is this really my home?

Ruan Ting: It is the house remodeled by Mr. Ruan (tsundere face)