leaving marks

After soaking his feet, Song Wenran felt his whole body warmed up a lot. He poured out the water in the basin, then picked up the basin and kettle, intending to send them down to his second aunt.

When I first walked to the first floor, I heard someone talking loudly in the living room, and the tone was a little fierce.

He put the basin and kettle back in the bathroom, and stood outside the living room, feeling that it was inconvenient for him to go in.

After a while, I saw Bai Chong's little uncle coming out of the living room angrily, passing by Song Wenran without saying hello to him, and rushing directly to the outside of the yard with big strides.

Bai Chong saw Song Wenran in the living room and beckoned him in.

When Song Wenran went in, he saw his second aunt's frowning face, and heard her say, "Why is he so old that he still doesn't understand?"

Bai Chong said: "Don't worry about him, he won't be angry for two days."

The second aunt shook her head and got up and was about to go out. When she reached the door, she stopped and asked Bai Chong: "What do you do with the fish he brought?"

Bai Chong laughed when he heard this, raised his head and said, "Keep it, I will steam the fish for you at night."

The second aunt nodded and said, "Okay. I'll wash and order dishes first, and prepare dinner."

Song Wenran didn't intend to inquire about the private affairs of Bai Chong's family, so he walked in and sat down on the single sofa opposite Bai Chong.

Bai Chong looked down at the slippers and trousers he was wearing, and asked, "Do they still fit?"

"Very good," Song Wenran replied.

Bai Chong smiled slightly. He leaned forward and reached for the cigarettes and lighters on the tea table. These were the cigarettes and lighters on the coffee table. When his uncle came, the second aunt took them out for him to smoke. He played with them in his hands. Said: "My little uncle, who was ignorant since he was a child, would come to me every time I came back, asking to borrow money to do business."

Song Wenran said, "That's really troublesome."

"That's right," Bai Chong said with emotion, "my grandma is just such a son, and she's an old man. I tied him to a tree with a rope and whipped him. As a result, when I came back that night, I was tied up by my mother and whipped." When he said these words, Bai Chong kept laughing, and the memory seemed to be good forever, no matter what How angry and aggrieved at that time.

From Bai Chong's words, Song Wenran seemed to see the little Bai Chong in his teens. He suddenly thought that Bai Ziqi's personality was actually a bit like Bai Chong, but he was born in a superior environment and less restrained by his family, so he used his strength in the wrong place.

Bai Chong stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll kill the fish and help Second Aunt prepare dinner together."

Song Wenran can also cook, but it is limited to some home-cooked dishes, and he is not skilled at all.Bai Chong was different. Song Wenran watched him scoop up the fish in the bucket, then scraped the scales of the fish smoothly to open his intestines when he fainted on the cutting board, and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Chef?"

This is of course a joke.

Bai Chong lowered his head and took out all the internal organs of the fish and threw them aside, saying: "I was born more than ten years earlier than you, so I know more things than you."

Song Wenran was sitting on a small stool picking vegetables. He looked up at Bai Chong. From this angle, he had straight and slender legs, broad and powerful shoulders, a serious but gentle side face with his head down, and long eyelashes. dense.

It feels very strange, Song Wenran feels that Bai Chong sometimes makes him feel dependent.It seems that this is the first time in his life that a man who can give him such a sense of dependence has appeared since he was a child.

When he was staring at Bai Chong in a daze, Bai Chong suddenly turned his head to look at him, "I told you to call me teacher, so are you unwilling?"

Song Wenran realized that he had called Mr. Bai casually just now, and he said, "I'm sorry, teacher."

Bai Chong said: "It seems that you are not very obedient."

Song Wenran picked up the washed vegetables from the water, "I just forgot about it for a while."

Bai Chong smiled, "It's fine to be disobedient, sometimes people don't need to be too obedient."

Song Wenran didn't understand what he meant.

Steaming fish is actually not complicated. Bai Chong prepared the ingredients and poured them on top of the fish. He also arranged the onion, ginger and garlic, put the plate into the steamer, turned on the fire and let him steam it slowly.

But tonight's dish is not just steamed fish.

Bai Chong put the vegetables washed by Song Wenran on the chopping board, picked up the kitchen knife and skillfully cut them into small cubes.

Song Wenran felt a little helpless, he stood by and looked at Bai Chong, and said, "Teacher, do you still have time to cook after work?"

"There is always time," Bai Chong said, "but most of the time it is not the time but the mood that matters. There must be someone you want to cook for him. Otherwise, you have worked so hard for a long time to make a table It’s not very interesting to cook the dishes by yourself while holding the bowl silently.”

Song Wenran said: "So you haven't done it for a long time?"

Bai Chong nodded, "I haven't done it for a long time, just like bartending, it needs interest."

Today, Bai Chong was obviously in a good mood. He invited his second aunt out, and he and Song Wenran spent half an afternoon in the kitchen. They cooked four or five dishes, and when they were put on the table, every plate was shiny and rosy. .

When they sat down to eat, Bai Chong picked up the first chopsticks fish and put it into Song Wenran's bowl.

Song Wenran quickly picked up the bowl to take it, and thanked repeatedly, "Thank you teacher."

Bai Chong looked at him, "How about trying the taste?"

Song Wenran put the fish meat together and put it into his mouth, and the delicious smell of steamed fish material wrapped in the fish meat spread all of a sudden. He ate carefully, and when he heard Bai Chong whispering "be careful" next to him, he felt a little sour all of a sudden. The sour and soft things came up, he nodded and said, "It's delicious."

Bai Chong smiled and said, "This kind of fish has a few thorns, but not many, just be careful when eating." After finishing speaking, he took another piece of meat from the belly of the fish with his chopsticks, and opened it with chopsticks to make sure it was not there. When the fishbone was broken, it was put into Song Wenran's bowl again.

The second aunt sat by and watched, and said "Ouch", "You treat this student better than your son."

Hearing this sentence, Song Wenran couldn't help but glance at Bai Chong, but found that Bai Chong was also looking at him, his eyes were soft and focused, his heart skipped a beat twice, he didn't know why, then he lowered his head to reach for his chopsticks to pick up vegetables.

He found himself nervous, his hand was a little unsteady, and the diced meat rolled away again.

Bai Chong stood up and went to get a spoon and put it on the side of the plate. Without saying anything, he picked up the bowl and continued to eat.

After dinner, Song Wenran borrowed a sewing kit from his second aunt, and wanted to sew up the cut part of his trousers.

The wet shoes and socks were dried by the stove, and the trousers were also dried, but the scratches were too obvious. Song Wenran couldn't wear Bai Chong's trousers all the time, and he didn't want to wear them for another two days. , thinking in my heart that at least I sewed it back on first.

His room is next to Bai Chong's room, unlike Bai's villa with underfloor heating, the air is cold and humid in winter, and the mattress seems to be a little damp.

When Song Wenran took the sewing kit and went back to the room, he found that Bai Chong was also inside.

Bai Chong was laying an electric blanket on Song Wenran's bed at night. When he saw Song Wenran coming in, he said, "It's going to be colder here at night. Turn on the electric blanket first, and then turn it off when you sleep."

"Okay," Song Wenran walked to the edge of the bed, helped Bai Chong cover the sheet, and then spread the quilt on the bed.

After finishing all this, Bai Chong did not leave, but sat down beside the bed.

There is no TV or computer in the room, not even the Internet, it is getting dark early, it seems that we can only stay in the room and chat quietly for a while.

Song Wenran said: "Today I ate too much for dinner, I should have gone out for a walk."

"It's already dark, and it's too cold outside," Bai Chong put his hands on the bed, leaned back slightly, and stretched his neck, "If you want to exercise, you can exercise in the yard."

Song Wenran shook his head, "Forget it, I'll mend the pants first."

Bai Chong saw that he brought over the trousers that were draped over the back of the chair, and wanted to find a place to sit down to mend them, so he stepped aside a little and said, "The light here is good."

Song Wenran sat down next to Bai Chong's bed, which was the seat where Bai Chong had sat just now, and still had Bai Chong's body temperature.He found out the needle and the black thread, and started threading first.

Bai Chong didn't speak, but he knew that Bai Chong was watching him all the time, they were very close, and the room was too quiet, he could hear the sound of Bai Chong's breathing, calm and slow, as if with a scorching breath.

Bai Chong saw that Song Wenran's ears were slowly turning red again, and he also saw that Song Wenran failed to pass the thread through the pinhole smoothly. He knew he shouldn't do these things, but he couldn't restrain himself from wanting to get closer. desire.So he stretched out a hand, pressed it on the back of Song Wenran's hand holding the thread, and said, "I'll help you."

Song Wenran felt that Bai Chong's palms were hot, and his entire right arm and right back were pressed against Bai Chong's chest. Bai Chong grabbed his hand and led him to bring the end of the thread closer to the pinhole.He had to hold his breath, because he had to use all his strength to restrain the trembling of his left hand, and cooperate with Bai Chong to thread the thread into the needle hole.

Song Wenran's heart was beating so hard that he was even worried that the room was too quiet, whether Bai Chong would hear his heartbeat.He never knew that he would be afraid of human contact, and he was so nervous that he stopped breathing.

From this angle, Bai Chong could just see Song Wenran's fair neck and red translucent earlobes. He only needed to move a little closer, and his lips could touch Song Wenran's earlobe. He could bite his earlobe and kiss his cheeks. Neck, suck that fair skin.

He didn't know how Song Wenran would react, maybe Song Wenran would push him away, maybe not, because his red ears betrayed him, he felt Song Wenran's arms tense, he knew he was nervous, he thought maybe Song Wenran She would be shivering and pushed down on the bed by him, looking at him with red eyes in bewilderment.

The thought filled his body and made his breathing heavy.He didn't want to pat the back of Song Wenran's neck with the heat of his breath, so he took a deep breath, smelled the other party's refreshing smell, and then let himself calm down slowly, grabbed Song Wenran's hand, and moved the thread nimbly. into the pinhole.

Bai Chong quickly backed away from Song Wenran, sat cross-legged on the bed, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Okay."

After Bai Chong left, Song Wenran immediately felt the oppression disappear. He opened his mouth and took a deep breath, his cheeks were flushed from suffocation, he licked his lips, and found that his lips were extremely dry. He lowered his head and stared at the needle thread in his hand. Time can't remember what to do.

Bai Chong didn't speak, just looked at Song Wenran in a daze, until he felt that he had seen enough and his mood was completely calmed down, then he said: "Are you not good at mending clothes, let me do it."

"Huh?" Song Wenran turned to look at him.

Bai Chong said with a smile, "Silly boy." He leaned over and took Song Wenran's trousers that had been left beside the bed, and checked where the trousers were cut.

Only then did Song Wenran come to his senses, he turned around and wanted to get his pants back, and said, "I'll do it myself."

Bai Chong didn't hand it back to him, but asked, "Would you?"

Song Wenran said: "Yes, but I'm not very proficient."

Bai Chong spread his hand, "Give me the needle, I'll do it."

Seeing that Bai Chong insisted, Song Wenran couldn't resist objecting all the time. He handed the needle to Bai Chong carefully, and saw that Bai Chong lowered his head and carefully inserted the needle into the fabric.

Bai Chong looked very focused.

Song Wenran stared at Bai Chong's face, and said, "Teacher Bai, you are too powerful."

Bai Chong smiled, "It's just sewing, there's no need to worship me for it."

Song Wenran did have a feeling of admiration for Bai Chong, but of course it was not for such a simple thing as sewing needles and threads. He saw Bai Chong's room full of awards, heard Bai Chong talk about those difficult days when he was a child, and looked at his current status. In terms of status, I think he is a great person.

At least Song Wenran didn't do it himself, and he couldn't do it either.

After a while, Bai Chong said again: "You can also worship me. I can do many things that you don't know. I just don't know if you have the chance to see it."

"What?" Song Wenran asked him.

Bai Chong stopped what he was doing, took a deep look at Song Wenran, and said, "It's nothing." He lowered his head and smiled, but the smile was not so pleasant.

After sewing the pants, Bai Chong took the thread and handed it to Song Wenran, "What do you think?"

Song Wenran saw that Bai Chong sewed the stitches closely and neatly, even more meticulously than his mother sewed when he was a child. At first, he thought that these trousers would be worn temporarily for two days after they were sewn, but now it seemed that it would be no problem to wear them for a few more years.

Bai Chong put the needle and thread into the sewing bag, stood up, put on his slippers and walked outside, "You rest, I'll go back first."

Song Wenran waited for Bai Chong to leave, turned over and lay down on the bed. The quilt under him was soft, and he could feel the temperature from the electric blanket. He closed his eyes and lay down quietly for a while, when he suddenly heard a notification on his phone that there was a WeChat message, so he stretched out his hand. Grabbed the phone and opened it to see the message from Lin Huiting.