Shock!The president actually had a crush on me for ten years!

[Shen Xiaomeng: Are you looking at me? 】

[Shen Xiaomeng: Are you looking at me? 】

Ruan Hu lay on the bed sleepily and got up and pressed "Yes", then skillfully opened the sign-in interface, the reminder of the courage value +0.5 ding sounded, he took a look, the box has accumulated to 10%.

There was a faint cool breeze outside the window.Ruan Hu wasted a lot of effort a few days ago, turned out all the shirts and sweaters at home, and put back the short sleeves in summer. When autumn came, Ruan's mother sent him a bunch of clothes. Now the closet is full, look With a somewhat warm taste.

He got up and put on the gray sweater on the side, and saw Shen Xiaomeng standing in the center of the screen, staring outside with his big eyes motionless, and muttered: "I don't want to wear something thick..."

That's right, at this time Shen Xiaomeng is still at home with his feet bare, wearing a little yellow duck down pajamas, talking to Ruan Hu in the interactive mode with a serious face:

[Shen Xiaomeng: Where are you going? 】

After an update, Shen Xiaomeng's interaction mode became much more frequent.But what's different is that Shen Xiaomeng Benmeng often pops up a few words from time to time, and Ruan Hu sometimes doesn't answer, and he doesn't get annoyed, so he just continues talking on his own.

There is no option for this sentence, Ruan Hu knew it was talking to himself again.After waiting for a while, Shen Xiaomeng's Baozi's face did not change, and sure enough, a trembling text bubble appeared on her head:

[Shen Xiaomeng: I'm going out to play. 】

[Shen Xiaomeng: I'm not at home all day today. 】

[Shen Xiaomeng: Don't worry, I will be back before ten o'clock in the evening. 】

Ruan Hu with a mouth full of toothpaste foam: "..."

This child may be more familiar, more sensible, and will report his whereabouts by himself...

Ahhh, so cute.

Ruan Hu speculates that Shen Xiaomeng's change of attitude has something to do with the accumulation of courage.He was just thinking, it's so clingy and cute when it reaches 10%, but it's okay when it reaches 100%?

After Shen Xiaomeng finished writing, she continued to sit barefoot on the red-nosed reindeer carpet in the living room. After a while, she stood up again, looking out the window anxiously, and so on.

Ruan Hu packed Pang Da's dog food and water, stroked Pang Da's furry ears, and packed his bags, planning to go to the nursing home.

Going to the nursing home every weekend is actually a social practice activity organized by his middle school and high school.Ruan Hu has been here for six years, and he will go there every two weeks and Sundays to do volunteer work. Even though he has graduated and worked, this habit has been preserved. The old people there know him and like him very much.

He just went out, out of the community, and Shen Xiaomeng was in the state of "going out..." step by step.

The little NPC is quite stinky, he changed out of the bright yellow pajamas at home, and instead of a suit, he wore a pure black turtleneck sweater and walked bumpily.

When Ruan Hu saw the black sweater, he didn't know what to say.

Last time, it was because Shen Mengqiao's suit was dirty, and milk was spilled from collar to corner (although Ruan Hu couldn't figure out how someone spilled milk on the boss' collar), but it was originally planned to have a social meeting again, so I was able to rush to the top floor of the mall to buy such a solid color turtleneck sweater.

Unexpectedly, Shen Mengqiao's neck was slender and strong, and the black sweater worn by Lin Jijian, who was bound to become a rural orchard uncle, was a bit noble for him. Asshole, this black sweater went into Shen Xiaomeng's closet the next day.

It's been so long, Ruan Hu still didn't expect which employee could be so boring. Obviously the technical level is quite good, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Lin Jijian, who was far away on the other side, suddenly sneezed: "...Fuck, that price is already expensive, okay!!"

The nursing home is not too close to the bustling area in the city center. Ruan Hu went down to have breakfast on the way, drove for an hour, and arrived at the destination. When he skillfully planned to back the car into the garage, he glanced at the parking space beside him. That familiar car.

There is a small Chinese knot hanging next to the front mirror of the car, and there is a round rabbit ornament in front of the co-pilot, which is very familiar, because he just sat in it half a month ago.

Ruan Hu: "..."

Okay, what a coincidence?

***

The dean of the nursing home is a middle-aged lady named Jiang Xi. When she saw Ruan Hu coming, she greeted her with a loving smile from a few meters away.

"Aunt Jiang," Ruan Hu smiled, "I'm here again."

"I didn't come last week. Grandma Chen has been nagging about you for a whole week." Jiang Xi walked in with him, the crow's feet on his face was about to burst into laughter: "Today I have to stay a little longer..."

As Ruan Hu walked, he still couldn't help asking: "Aunt Jiang, is anyone else here today?"

Sometimes he would meet middle and high school students who also came to social practice, wearing school uniforms, probably Ruan Hu's juniors.

The Jiangcheng No. [-] middle school he stayed in was a well-known key middle school and a public school in the province.The No. [-] Middle School is like a leader. Since the social practice activities started back then, all the major middle schools and primary schools below have followed suit immediately, and they all started to engage in social practice to toss their students.

No. [-] Middle School is going to visit the elderly in nursing homes, and other schools can't hit it, so the students are asked to wear school uniforms and go out to sweep the streets one by one on weekends.At least Ruanhu saw many times that young children with frowning faces lined up to compete with the cleaners, and danced vigorously with the brooms they brought, so that the uncles and aunts had a good rest on the side of the road, and they had to carry their own broomsticks. The cleaning tool smiled awkwardly and took pictures.

But that's also a good thing.

Jiang Xi really said: "Your juniors are here, this time they are in the second year of high school, there must be fifteen or sixteen people here. Oh, and..."

Ruan Hu: "What else?"

"Here comes someone I don't know." Jiang Xi frowned, "Looks like a big boss. He's so tall and his face smells bad. I dare not go up and talk to him."

"..." Ruan Hu has already confirmed: "That should be my boss."

Jiang Xi raised her head to look at him when she heard the words, and the two looked at each other for a while before she hesitated and said, "He's in the garden now."

****

The back garden of Ren'ai Nursing Home.

At this time, the cool breeze is blowing, the green leaves are yellowing, and the carefully pruned flowers and plants are squeezed into a ball, and the autumn is refreshing.

There are large rattan hanging chairs on both sides of the small garden. With the slight movement of the wind, there are a few old people sitting on them sporadically, knitting woolen hats with their heads bowed. Mr. Fan, who said a few words about Peking opera, also huddled in the corner, petting the fat dog named Dabai, and everything was very quiet.

Wearing a black turtleneck sweater, Shen Mengqiao stood tall and straight a few meters away from the hanging chair, with a stern expression on his face, breaking the silence: "I'll knit."

"No, no, no, no..."

"No hurry, no hurry, no hurry..."

"I will do it myself..."

The white-haired old woman in the hanging chair almost retracted herself into the gap, and the rest of the old people secretly cast their gazes over, hesitantly like chicken cubs huddling together, not daring to make a sound.

Shen Mengqiao: "..."

When Ruan Hu came in, this was what he saw.

Why does this scene feel so familiar...

He patted Jiang Xi who had a stiff expression, and called, "Mr. Shen?"

Shen Mengqiao slowly turned his head around.

Shen Mengqiao called out: "Ruan Lake."

Ruan Hu: "?"

Did he read it wrong? Why did he see some grievances in Shen Mengqiao's Gujing Wubo's eyes?

Seeing Ruan Hu coming, the cowering old people immediately straightened up and leaned over, waving their hands and saying, "Little Ruan, come here!"

Ruanhu passed by, and Grandma Chen, who was knitting a woolen hat, covered her mouth and whispered into his ear: "Can you let him go away?"

"..." Ruan Hu was a little stunned: "What happened to him?"

"He's so scary." Grandma Chen frowned like a child, "He doesn't tell us stories or play games, and his face still smells so bad..."

"Ruan Lake." Shen Mengqiao called from a distance behind him, "What are you talking about?"

Ruan Hu didn't dare to say anything, Shen Mengqiao walked over again, seemingly holding his breath, without saying a word.

"What a coincidence..." Ruan Hu always felt that these two words had been said too many times in the past few months: "Mr. Shen is here too?"

"Yes." Shen Mengqiao said in a deep voice, "I also came here a few times in the past two months."

"The first two months?" Ruan Hu thought about it for a while in his mind: "Why have I never seen..."

"I'm not here." Shen Mengqiao said solemnly, "I've been chopping firewood in the backyard."

Ruan Hu: "..."

Why are you chopping wood in the backyard? ?

Jiang Xi, who had been silent behind him, suddenly exclaimed, and suddenly realized: "I said why there is a firewood pile in the back kitchen..."

"Hmm." Shen Mengqiao didn't take credit for the slightest arrogance, and hid his merit and fame deeply. He was like a contemporary Lei Feng, and said completely indifferently: "I did it."

Jiang Xi hesitated for a moment: "But that is what we want to use for handmade furniture activities."

Shen Mengqiao: "..."

Ruan Hu: "..."

Seeing that the momentum was not right, Jiang Xi hurriedly turned his respects: "...Well, I'm to blame for this, it's okay to pile it up behind the kitchen..."

"Shen, Boss Shen is mainly kind..." Ruan Hu saw Shen Mengqiao's pupils were about to find a crack in the ground immediately after an earthquake, and smoothed things over: "Let's not talk about this, have the children come yet?"

"Children call me children all day long. If you are old-fashioned, just call me junior and junior." Jiang Xi looked back at the time, "I'll be here soon."

Shen Mengqiao didn't say anything, but stood behind Ruan Hu, as if he was still immersed in the fact that he chopped up the wood that others planned to make furniture, and couldn't extricate himself for a while.

After thinking about it, Ruan Hu still felt that it was too coincidental: "Boss Shen, why did you suddenly..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Shen Mengqiao said: "In the past, the school organized organizations to come here for social practice."

Ruan Hu: "?"

Shen Mengqiao: "?"

"Mr. Shen," Ruan Hu said cautiously, "May I ask what school you went to in high school...?"

When Shen Mengqiao heard his words, his expression suddenly changed: "You don't know?!"

Ruan Hu was at a loss: "I really don't know..."

"..." Shen Mengqiao's expression changed so drastically for the first time, he frowned and shook his head, as if he couldn't believe it: "You really don't know?"

Ruan Hu panicked: "I really don't know."

Shen Mengqiao took a deep look at him, Ruan Hu was in an inexplicable mood, and he still didn't forget to observe that Mr. Shen's cheeks were slightly puffed up, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his lips were pursed hard, looking like a sulking Red-haired squirrel.

Shen Mengqiao said: "Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School. Did you forget?"

Ruan Hu stayed for two seconds.

It turns out that Shen Mengqiao graduated from the same high school as himself?

But Mr. Shen was three years older than him, that is to say, when Ruanhu was in junior high school, Shen Mengqiao was already a high school student.Although No. [-] Middle School is in the same school as junior high school, there is a big playground between the two schools, and they don't usually play together. Isn't it normal that they don't know each other...

Shen Mengqiao waited for a long while, seeing that Ruan Hu was still silent, his expression became a little worse.

Dean Jiang, who had been ignored all the time, frowned, and smoothed things over: "Hey, how can I say this, this is destined, destined. We are both alumni, so Ruan Hu has to call you a senior, right?" No? Hahaha..."

I don't know why, but Ruan Hu always feels that the term "senior" is a bit embarrassing: "Aunt Jiang, don't..."

"En." Shen Mengqiao frowned, and continued: "Not bad."

Ruan Hu: "?"

Ruan Hu swallowed, and didn't know what Mr. Shen's plan was, did he really want him to call Sheng Sheng a senior.This sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man is still full of vigor and vitality. He has graduated from university and has been working for three years. Isn't it...

"That's right." Shen Songshu puffed his cheeks, as if he could immediately feel elated after calling out: "Call me senior."

Ruan Hu has a good temper: "Boss Shen..."

The last time his father said "Xiao Meng", he choked Ruan Hu for a long time. He felt uncomfortable, but compared with the shamelessness of this "senior" now, it can be regarded as nothing.

Shen Mengqiao didn't speak, just looked at him, frowning.

Although Ruan Hu didn't know why he was angry, it was his own temper after all.He and Shen Mengqiao looked at each other for no more than three seconds before giving in very softly: "Senior Shen?"

As soon as he said these three words, he was shocked by the thunder, and before he had time to blush, he saw that the effect was immediate. The white skin of Shen Mengqiao in front of him seemed to be suddenly burned, and he rolled up for a while. Suddenly drifting around: "...um, um."

Ruan Hu: "..."

You see, this is not asking for mine. What is it?

The two of them strolled in the garden, while walking, Ruan Hu asked: "Mr. Shen, why didn't I see your car the few times you came here?"

The blush on Shen Meng's bridge surface did not fade, but his speech was still cold: "I have other cars."

After a while, he choked out another sentence: "Then why did Mr. Shen go to the backyard to chop wood?"

Shen Mengqiao: "It needs to be used for burning fire."

Ruan Hu: "That doesn't need you..."

"They're here." Shen Mengqiao interrupted him, pointing to the small gate of the garden, a group of half-grown children in blue and white school uniforms chirped and lined up, and the garden suddenly became more lively.

This Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School is the key point of the province. Apart from its excellent grades, there is another place that is particularly famous——

□□Surprisingly high level of professionalism.

This is reflected in various aspects, such as the facade of a school. Unlike other high schools, the school uniforms of Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School are all loose and fat sack sportswear (some high schools have extremely tragic color schemes), and its school uniforms are specially designed blue and white casual clothes , boys wear well-fitting shirts and trousers, girls can wear skirts if they want to, and pants if they don’t want to.

Moreover, No. [-] Middle School is full of influential figures, so it is hard for these children to have so many hobbies despite their good grades.Those who can play the piano can form a society, and there are also those who play the violin, flute and organ, but there is even a suona club.

Ruan Hu said cheerfully: "I went to the New Year's Eve party last year, and the piano club is still very good..."

He wanted to talk about some common topics to enliven the atmosphere, but the tall man beside him didn't answer for a long time.

Ruan Hu was a little puzzled, and looked up slightly, only to find that Shen Mengqiao was staring at him with eyes that he couldn't understand, with a relaxed expression, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, which could almost be called gentle eyebrows.

"I know." Shen Mengqiao said: "People who can play the piano are very good."

Ruan Hu didn't know why, but suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a bit stalemate.He stayed with his mouth slightly open for a while, then lowered his head, touched his head that seemed to be burning hot: "Ah, yes, yes..."