Hands Can Pick Stars [Rebirth]

Wen Baiyu was groggy and fell ill for three days. During these three days, he sat under the shadow of the trees on the playground and watched his classmates' military training.

When he was able to continue his military training, the sky was gloomy again and it started to rain. At first, the rain was misty, but the coach insisted on telling them to stand for a while. After a while, the rain poured down. In an instant, the sky and the earth intertwined into a rainforest. , fell on the playground, pouring them a chill.

Military training can't be done at all.

Just like this, under the rotation of cloudy, rainy and scorching sun, I passed this worry-free military training without suffering.

Even so, the tender flesh of Wenbai Yu's arms were all peeled off.

Ye Qian came to see him at school, took a lot of ointment, and rubbed it on while feeling distressed.

She also brought small cakes made by herself to the other three people in the dormitory, even the little fat man had a share.

Another roommate was renting a house with his girlfriend outside, and he took it and said it was for his girlfriend to eat.

Wu Qing doesn't like sweets, so he accepted a small gift in order not to embarrass Wen Baiyu's mother.

After Ye Qian left, he picked up the small cake on the table, walked over and put it on Wen Baiyu's desk.

He ordered the little cake.

Wen Baiyu seemed to be chatting with someone. When Wu Qing came over, he subconsciously hid the phone screen, turned off the screen and put it aside.

He turned his head to look at Wu Qing, and after confirming that he didn't really mean to look down on this little cake, he asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Wu Qing frowned, but there was no sign of disgust in his eyes, "It's too sweet, I can't eat it."

Wen Baiyu likes to eat cakes very much, so he doesn't think sweets are very sweet, but he just expressed his opinion that he thinks is very pertinent, "You haven't eaten yet."

Wu Qing pushed over persistently: "I can smell the sweetness of the cake."

Wen Baiyu hadn't spoken yet, but Jiang Shu, who was sitting on the side without speaking, suddenly sneered.

"It's a gift from my mother. You haven't eaten it yet, so you say it's too sweet to taste."

They are like two fighting fish, as long as they are placed in the same fish tank, they will fight until they die.

Wen Baiyu said that he had seen such bickering scenes too many times.

But most of the time, Wu Qing would frown and ignore Jiang Shu's provocation like now.

He continued talking to Wen Baiyu, probably because he was afraid that Wen Baiyu would really misunderstand, "I can't eat it, but if you like it, I'll give it to you."

Jiang Shu let out a "huh": "This one is made by borrowing flowers to offer Buddha. My mother made it. I don't know how many times I have eaten it. Even if you are courteous, you have to change it to something we Xiaoyu have never seen before, right?"

Wu Qing didn't take the cake back, but walked away from Wen Baiyu's table.

He said coldly, "It's not about being courteous."

Jiang Shu gritted his teeth: "Then why don't you give it to me?"

Wu Qing answered quickly: "You don't like to eat either."

Jiang Shu hesitated: "I don't like to eat this, so what do you think I like to eat?"

Wu Qing didn't think about it at all: "You like to add coriander to noodle soup, you like to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, but when you eat cold noodles, you like not to add coriander or thick..."

Wu Qing also reported a bunch of recipes, which are almost like a treasure.

As the only spectator in the dormitory, Wen Baiyu was simply amazed. He realized that he was like a big light bulb with a particularly high wattage in the dormitory.

They also have the most amazing skill, that is, no matter how fierce the quarrel or quarrel is, if Wu Qing walks over and rubs Jiang Shu's hair, they will automatically reconcile.

Once again, the two brothers can go downstairs to have lunch together.

This was the first time he and Yu Shuchen had dog food since they confessed to each other.

Wen Baiyu turned his head and turned on the screen again. When he picked up the earplugs, he still felt a little fresh.

In the camera, Yu Shuchen is sitting behind a large desk and reading documents seriously with his head down.

The neat and tidy white shirt on his body had two buttons undone, revealing a faint collarbone, and the sleeves were rolled up a little by him, revealing a beautiful wrist bone.

Probably feeling his gaze again, Yu Shuchen looked up from the document.

"Finished talking?"

From Yu Shuchen's angle, he could see the little cake placed in front of Wen Baiyu.

When they were chatting, Yu Shuchen scanned them intentionally or unintentionally.

Wen Baiyu asked him, "Brother, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing... have you eaten yet?"

"Mom packed the food and I've already eaten it." Wen Baiyu paused, "Brother, you also have to eat on time."

Yu Shuchen was on a business trip abroad these days, so he was a few hours behind Wen Baiyu's time, and it was still in the morning.

Yu Shuchen gave a faint "hmm", and then said: "If you have eaten the meal, the dessert...don't eat it."

"Dessert?" Wen Baiyu didn't react at first, followed Yu Shuchen's gaze and looked down, seeing the small cake that Wu Qing pushed over just now.

"Is this?" Wen Baiyu shook his head, "I don't want to eat it. If I eat too much, I will gain weight. The little fat man said that I got sick a few days ago and got back fat again. It looks like I'm still gaining weight."

Wen Baiyu pouted: "I have thought about it carefully. These days, you and my mother took turns feeding me, and you actually fed me a few pounds heavier than before. It's all seen."

Yu Shuchen smiled lightly, first denying that he gained weight.

"Not fat." He paused for a while and continued, "Give it to the little fat man. Eating too much sweets is not good for your health."

Wen Baiyu has never been able to grasp the key points accurately.

He put down the camera of the phone and swung it to make sure that the camera could capture his stomach.

He lifted up a corner of his clothes, and pinched the new thin layer of flesh on his stomach with his hands.

Compared with his past self, he is indeed a bit fat.

Because he didn't have any fat on his stomach, and he obviously never exercised, but it looked like there was a muscle hidden under the skin.

"Look, they're starting to have fat." Wen Baiyu complained, "I've been teased by the little fat man for quite a while."

Yu Shuchen curled his lips and looked at his... small belly...

Some were dumbfounded.

He didn't know whether to be thankful that Wen Baiyu didn't defend himself, or should he secretly say that he had too much confidence in him?

"No, it's soft and has a touch, so don't reduce it."

Wen Baiyu didn't know at all that the current perspective and dialogue tended to go astray.

Without realizing it, his white and slender fingertips pressed from one end of his stomach to the other.

The navel flickered between his palms.

Although there is a thin layer of flesh on the waist, the waist that is not full is still slender.

Yu Shuchen's Adam's apple rolled up and down unnaturally, trying to make his voice sound rational.

"Star."

"Huh?" Wen Baiyu raised his head from his belly.

Only then did he realize that his mobile phone was still held in his right hand, and the angle of view of the camera almost reached the part below the belly button from the belly button.

Wen Baiyu blushed with embarrassment, and quickly moved the camera away.

Yu Shuchen saw his own child with a flushed face in the camera again.

"My brother is a normal adult male."

Wen Baiyu nodded foolishly.

Yu Shuchen looked into his eyes and said, "There's no problem with that."

When Wen Baiyu realized what the opposite Yu Shuchen was talking about, it was already several minutes after he and Yu Shuchen hung up the video chat.

Accompanied by Yu Shuchen's ridicule in the last sentence——

"Don't seduce me easily. Otherwise..."

"It's hard for my brother to guarantee what he will do."

Wen Baiyu almost hurriedly interrupted this conversation that was not suitable for children.

The temperature on Wen Baiyu's face could not be lowered, in order to prevent the two roommates from coming back to see his strangeness.

He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face under the cold water, barely suppressing the heat.

But when he looked up, his face in the mirror was still very red.

Jiang Shu came in from the door, and pointed out his current state very sharply, "Why do we only work so hard, and you look like you have been severely bullied?"

Wen Baiyu was caught, and he lowered his head unnaturally, wanting to have another splash of cold water.

On the contrary, Wu Qing frowned and helped to refute: "He just washed his face after warming it up."

Originally, Jiang Shu was just joking, but Wu Qing answered it seriously, and he felt that this was a declaration of war. At this time, it was meaningless who was caught in the middle, and because of what it was.

He was just angry and realistic: "Look at his face is flushed, and his eyes are watery..."

Wu Qing took a book and tapped him on the head lightly: "Don't teach bad children."

"Have you watched too many colorful movies and cartoons?"

Jiang Shu was so angry that his mouth puffed up: "Just kidding, anyway, every time I make a joke about Xiaoyu, you always stand up and quarrel with me."

Wu Qing has ignored him.

From his left pocket, he took out a leaflet from the bulletin board downstairs.

Wen Baiyu took it in doubt: "What is this?"

"New Year's Day cultural performance?" Wen Baiyu didn't understand, "Isn't this a class-based event?"

For example, programs like junior high school and high school in the past were all class-based, initiated by the head teacher, organized by the class leader, arranging the program, rehearsing in spare time, and then participating in the primary election, re-election, and the final selection can be officially performed on the day of the party .

"It's different. This will be a free organization. Officially, you can sign up for the primary election as an individual or a team." Wu Qing usually doesn't talk much, but Jiang Shu got angry for a while and recovered, so he helped Wen Baiyu explain.

After Jiang Shu explained a lot of rules to Wen Baiyu, he nodded.

Wu Qing asked him: "Are you participating?"

Wen Baiyu hesitated for a moment: "I... have no special skills."

Can drawing be considered a specialty?

He thought, if the art performance could paint on the spot...

Wu Qing turned his head, as if he didn't know why he was so unclear about himself.

"You can sing." Wu Qing added bluntly, "You sang on the last day of military training."

Jiang Shu folded his arms and chest, and began to sneer again, "I told you to buy shower gel, you can't remember it for a few days, but this one is remembered once."

Wen Baiyu is still hesitating. He doesn't sing very well, but his voice is clear and clear. When he sings, his voice is very clean, with a natural simplicity that resonates with people.

"Myself……"

Wu Qing's fingertips were on the top of his desk, as if he was waiting for him to say such a sentence.

"I can play the guitar." Wu Qing took out a guitar bag from the back of the suitcase, "Do you want an accompaniment?"

Wen Baiyu turned his head to look at Jiang Shu, he felt that Jiang Shu and Wu Qing were rarely separated, and if they were to participate in the show, they would definitely be together.

Seeing both of them looking at him, Jiang Shu rarely showed a little embarrassment.

"I... I'd better not go."

"What's wrong?" Wen Baiyu asked him.

Wu Qing rarely laughed: "He also plays a musical instrument, but he's too embarrassed to say so."

Jiang Shu choked on him: "What's the matter?"

After he finished speaking, facing Wen Baiyu's curious eyes, he spoke with difficulty:

"I will... blow... Xiao..."

A smile appeared in Wen Baiyu's eyes.

"What are you laughing at?! It's very serious..."

That night, Wen Baiyu smiled and told Yu Shuchen that he and two other roommates participated in the literary primary election.

The smile in Yu Shuchen's eyes faded, and he was silent for a few seconds and said, "I can play the piano."

Wen Baiyu opened his mouth: "Huh?"

"But the art performance does not allow seniors to participate..."

Yu Shuchen: "..."