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Parents are welcome to come and inquire. 】The day after the announcement was made, six or seven parents of middle school students near Zhongguancun called him.

Fang Nan now visits three high school students every week to help with math. The Beijing parents are very generous with the money. The tutoring fee he earns in a month is more than Bi Ziyun's current living expenses in a month.

But even so, Bi Ziyun still felt sorry for money.

As a newly promoted poor man, he is very conscious of being a poor man. The rental houses that Fang Nan looked at were either second-hand houses in old residential areas in the outer suburbs of Beijing, or very down-to-earth shared cubicles.

In the next few days, the two followed the real estate agency to look at several houses.

"This set is not bad, it has a living room and includes utility bills, but the walls are a bit shabby—"

Bi Ziyun reached out and knocked on the wall in front of him, and the white lime fell down the wall.

Fang Nan: "No, the sound insulation is not good at night."

Bi Ziyun turned to stare at him.

"This balcony is so big, and it's equipped with a protective fence, so it's just right for pets—"

"There's no place to cook here," Fang Nan said.

Seeing Bi Ziyun's deadly stare of "You have a lot of things to do", Fang Nan silently added: "...there is no place for me to cook."

After looking around half of Haidian District, the two finally settled on a fairly satisfactory house several kilometers away from P University.

Although it is still a rental house in the old community, there is no elevator on the fifth floor, and the area is not large.But downstairs is a tree-lined sports park, where people of all ages come to run every day, and the overall environment is not bad.

Bi Ziyun said that the greenery here is good for Fang Nan's eyes.He can also exercise properly on the sports facilities downstairs every day, which helps relieve his spinal problems.

Fang Nan also thought it was a good place, not because the price was cheap, but because there was a bright and spacious balcony next to the bathroom, where Bi Ziyun's piano stand could be placed so that he could practice piano on the balcony.

Most importantly, the rooms here are well insulated.

In the second week of school, they dragged two 24-inch suitcases and moved into this small apartment.

Since the budget is not enough to go to IKEA to buy a new home, the furniture in the apartment is all bought by Bi Ziyun in the second-hand idle group of the law school.A bed barely big enough to sleep two people, a small coffee table one meter long and wide, two white plastic chairs, two pairs of blue couple slippers, that's all they have now.

It took a long time to clean and move, Bi Ziyun was really tired, so he just picked up the crocodile pillow, fell forward, and lay on the bed in the bedroom.

Fang Nan turned on the indoor air conditioner for him, took out an unused coat from the suitcase and tied it around his waist, and went into the kitchen to cook.

After lying on the bed with her eyes closed for a long time, Bi Ziyun moved the tip of her nose and smelled a familiar fragrance in the air.

That's Fang Nan's best dish, no, the best noodle, homemade spaghetti with tomato bolognese.

Swallowing a few times, he turned over from the bed with the crocodile pillow in his arms, lay sprawled on the bed, and squinted at the chandelier with soft light on the ceiling.

Without the drowsy lectures in the classroom, without the noisy voices in the urban area, even the caring words that my mother talked about every day gradually became farther and farther away from me.

There is nothing here, only a room, a living room, a bed, a table and chairs, and he and Fang Nan.

The anxious waiting outside the ward, the tossing and turning by the window in the middle of the night, and the empty seats beside the aisle all turned into phantoms at this moment.Only the back view of Fang Nan wearing a fake apron cooking in the kitchen, and the smell of the food in the air are real.

This is a peaceful moment that he has never expected in the past 19 years, and it is also what he hopes for.

The half-closed door was gently pushed open, and Fang Nan didn't wake him up when he saw the person sleeping deeply on the bed with his brows stretched.

He just picked up the remote control of the air conditioner, raised the temperature in the bedroom by a few degrees, and then sat by the bed, quietly watching Bi Ziyun's peaceful sleeping face.

After a few minutes, Bi Ziyun pushed the crocodile in his arms aside, pulled the pillow beside the bed, and changed into a comfortable sleeping position.

Seeing that the person on the bed wrinkled his nose, as if he was dreaming, Fang Nan bent slightly towards Bi Ziyun in a strange way.

He likes Bi Ziyun's carefree appearance, which is the nature of Little Sun.

At the moment when the tip of their noses touched and the kiss was about to fall, Bi Ziyun's eyelashes moved slightly, and then suddenly opened his eyes.

A cunning flashed in Bi Ziyun's eyes, without giving Fang Nan any chance to react, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Fang Nan's shoulders, and then pushed him down under the soft blanket with his arms.

Seeing the unexpectedness in Fang Nan's eyes, Bi Ziyun raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "I'm not asleep, I'm pretending."

Seeing the face so close in front of him, Fang Nan's throat rolled: "You...you go down."

Bi Ziyun didn't listen, but raised his chin high and looked down at him.

"Tell me, do we have a family in the future?" Bi Ziyun asked.

"En." After a while, he heard Fang Nan speak slowly, "The first home."

Bi Ziyun noticed that Fang Nan's shoulders were tense, then moved his lips, and turned his head to avoid his sight.Just when Bi Ziyun sat up straight from Fang Nan's waist, and wanted to tease Fang Nan a few more words, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

Fang Nan's neck was sweating: "Bi Ziyun, you..."

A strange feeling swept through the whole brain from the nerve endings, and Bi Ziyun heard his own heartbeat, thumping, thumping, terribly fast.

Fang Nan was the same as him, they both reacted at the same time.

Sensing the change in Fang Nan's body, Bi Ziyun froze suddenly, his mind went blank for an instant.

He was just teasing Fang Nan at first... In the current situation, what should I do?

He never expected that Fang Nan would be the one who took the initiative.

Fang Nan exhaled deeply from his chest, then slowly stood up while supporting the head of the bed, and gently kissed Bi Ziyun's forehead.

"Xiaoyun...don't move around." He buried his head in Bi Ziyun's neck, "It will be fine soon."

Fang Nan's voice was deep and deep, very pleasant to hear.

Being tightly hugged by the person in front of him, Bi Ziyun gradually began to tremble uncontrollably, he gritted his teeth and whispered: "...Then what should you do?"

Fang Nan didn't answer, but just stroked his hair, and then covered Bi Ziyun's eyes with his hands.

After a few minutes, Bi Ziyun couldn't take it anymore, and grabbed Fang Nan's shoulder without letting go.

"……All right."

I don't know how much time has passed, Fang Nan finally put his hand on Bi Ziyun's forehead, touched his sweaty face, and said in a low voice, "Good boy."

In the end, Fang Nan still didn't ask Bi Ziyun to help him, but went to the bathroom alone to solve the problem.

Hearing the sound of gurgling water coming from the bathroom, Bi Ziyun buried his whole head in the bed.He felt that his whole body was not well, and the whole process just now was like a dream.

Damn, this is completely different from the video that those gangsters played before...

Stepping on slippers and walking into the living room, Bi Ziyun found that the pasta on the coffee table had already been completely cold.While Fang Nan was still in the bathroom, he quickly poured the pasta back into the pot, wanting to reheat it before eating.

After washing his hands and walking out of the bathroom, Fang Nan smelled a strong smell of paste in the air, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Walking into the kitchen, I saw Bi Ziyun holding a spatula in his hand, looking at the horrible black paste in the pot, with a very complicated expression on his face.

Fang Nan: "...it's okay, let's go out and eat."

Although the dinner he worked so hard to cook was completely ruined, Fang Nan was in a pretty good mood at the moment.

The kitchen was full of smog, and the corners of the man's eyes were still red.

The author has something to say: Thanks for following up, the next chapter will continue the plot~

感谢在2021-01-2220:16:48~2021-01-2319:40:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Hawthorn;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

80. Summer [-]

The end of the first semester of the sophomore year and the beginning of the next semester, the spring recruitment plans of various college student associations are also on the agenda.

When she first entered the freshman year, Bi Ziyun listened to the recommendation of her seniors in the department and joined a school charity club called "Tinder", and was assigned to the practice department of the club.

Shortly after the start of the sophomore year, a general election vote was held within the club.Bi Ziyun, who has always been serious and responsible, was unanimously recommended by everyone and became the head of the practice department.The minister has a lot to do, not only to implement the various public welfare plans of "Tinder", but also to participate in the work of recruiting new members.

Every autumn and spring recruitment, the school will hold a "hundred regiment battle" in front of the centennial commemorative lecture hall, and this year is no exception.In just one day on Saturday, the "Tinder" booth received more than 200 registration forms.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Fang Nan returned to the apartment from school, and found that the lights in the apartment were not turned on, only the small lamp in front of the sofa was on.Bi was lying on the small sofa, with a pen in his mouth, flipping through a thick stack of papers in his hand, and his feet were still kicking back and forth in mid-air.

"not yet eat?"

Fang Nan took the empty water glass in front of the coffee table, took out a can of Coke from his schoolbag, and poured it into Bi Ziyun's glass.

"Hmm... I'm busy." Bi Ziyun didn't look up, just muttered, and turned a few more pages in his hand.

Fang Nan walked up to Bi Ziyun, wanting to see what he was up to.Before he could get close, Bi Ziyun turned around, put her head on her elbow, and rested her restless legs on Fang Nan's knee: "Why did you come back tonight?"