wait, i'm chasing you

Early the next morning, the two girls, Wen Luo and Shen Yiman, went to the grocery store to look for Li Lie. Tao Yi also went out on the grounds of reshooting the material, and Hao Chen stayed at home alone, doing Some post editing work.

Hao Chen nestled on the bed with his computer in his arms, and by the time he coded the material along his train of thought, it was almost noon.

After staring at the computer all morning, Hao Chen shook his stiff neck, stretched himself, and got up to pour a glass of water.

The window of the bedroom faced an alley. There were not many people walking on this road, and it was relatively quiet.Hao Chen stared at the grass growing on the tile-roofed house opposite for a while. Just as he was about to go back to work, he saw Chen Yiran walking slowly here carrying something.

Before taking two steps, he stood where he was, and chatted with a passing uncle with a smile.

Hao Chen stared at him for a while, then remembered the dream he had last night. The dream yesterday was so complicated that he almost forgot it when he woke up.

It seemed like he was looking for something in some cave, and he arrived at the school for a while, and then went to the field for a while, anyway, he and Chen Yiran were always together.

Hao Chen took another sip of water to drive those strange images out of his mind.

I guess I played a lot of games last night...

Just as Hao Chen was thinking, he met Chen Yiran's eyes.

The uncle had already left, and Chen Yiran stood alone in the alley, looking up at him, smiling brightly.

He raised the bag in his hand: "Open the door, brat, here comes food for you."

Hao Chen froze for a moment, and walked out of the room.

Chen Yiran came up after a while, and smiled at Hao Chen who was standing at the door: "Is it boring to be alone at home?"

"How do you know I'm home alone?" Hao Chen staggered away, let Chen Yiran in, and closed the door behind him.

"I sent a message to the little classmate who caused the accident. Otherwise, if you are not at home, I won't make a trip in vain."

Chen Yiran put the bag in his hand on the table: "Aunt Wang asked her to bring it over. She said it was an egg given to her by someone else. If she couldn't finish it, let me bring some for you."

"Oh, thanks."

Hao Chen opened the bag and took a look, only looking at the size of the eggs, they were absolutely domestic eggs.

"What are you doing at home?" Chen Yiran poured himself a glass of water, and asked casually, "Why don't you go out with them."

Hao Chen paused, but opened his mouth anyway.

"Do the later stage."

"Huh?" Chen Yiran swallowed the water in one gulp, and looked at him with interest, "How is it, did the cut go well?"

"At the beginning, I haven't cut it much yet." Hao Chen looked at the quilt cup on the table and said.

To be honest, although he usually has no burden with Chen Yiran, but when it comes to things in this professional field, he still lacks confidence in front of Chen Yiran.

"Can I see it?"

Chen Yiran asked the question as expected.

Hao Chen sighed slightly, turned around and went into the room, and Chen Yiran followed behind him consciously.

"I just roughly coded it, and the narration hasn't been written yet."

When handing him the computer, Hao Chen explained it again as if making excuses.

"Well, I know." Chen Yiran said.

Hao Chen didn't make another sound, and stood aside leaning on the closet door.

Chen Yiran has always been serious about his professionalism, and this is how he guided Tao Yi before.

Hao Chen looked at him secretly, and it was only in this occasional seriousness that he felt a bit of age difference.

Not much, just a little bit.

"How do you plan to write your narration?"

Chen Yiran finished reading the materials he had arranged, and looked up at him.

Hao Chen looked down at the floor and thought for a while.

"According to the time, explain the matter clearly." Hao Chen frowned, feeling guilty of being called out to answer questions suddenly.

Chen Yiran nodded: "Then don't you think it will be very long? According to your stacking method, cut it out for at least four to five 10 minutes."

Hao Chen lowered his eyes, his brows were still slightly frowned, and stood there without saying a word.

Like a student who takes criticism.

The white wall of the closet behind him suddenly changed into another scene.

Rows of desks are piled with stacks of books, and the sycamore tree outside the window is so long that it can block out the sun. He stands by the wall and listens to the teacher's lecture quietly, accompanied by the noise of the students and the noisy chirping of cicadas.

He should be like this in school.

Chen Yiran smiled and touched his nose.

I kind of want to go and have a look.

"Boy, come here." Chen Yiran patted the side of the bed and looked at him with a smile.

Hao Chen froze for a moment, struggled for two seconds, and walked over.

"There is nothing wrong with your thinking, but I think it can be optimized."

Chen Yiran crossed Erlang's legs, put the computer on his lap, and leaned towards Hao Chen's side, so that his knee was just touching his leg.

Hao Chen glanced at it, subconsciously staggered a little distance, paused for two seconds, then moved back in a strange way.

The moment I met him, a trace of embarrassment floated out of my consciousness, and I quickly glanced at him. Seeing that Chen Yiran's attention was still on the computer, I tied back my nervous heart.

"Don't you like to write stories? I suggest that you directly tell a story from the existing materials."

Seeing that the other party didn't reply to him, Chen Yiran raised his head and saw Hao Chen's dazed face.

"Little classmate, wake up." Chen Yiran smiled and snapped his fingers next to his ear, "Don't miss out on class."

"I haven't." Hao Chen immediately denied it.

"Really? Then you..."

"Isn't it a documentary, why make up a story?"

Hao Chen interrupted him, and his eyes fell back to the screen.

Chen Yiran raised his eyebrows, but didn't expose him.

"I'm talking about telling a story, I didn't ask you to make it up." Chen Yiran continued to teach him, "It's just a story based on the truth..."

Chen Yiran spoke in a soft tone, Hao Chen was a little out of shape at first, but then gradually began to interact with him by asking and answering.

The serious words he and Chen Yiran said on weekdays hardly exceeded three sentences, and it seemed that the conversation could not continue without two sentences in the middle.

Today, I was finally able to sit down and communicate like two normal people, and it was a serious academic exchange. I chatted until I felt hungry. I glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the screen, only to find that it was almost past meal time.

"It's all over, I said why I'm a little hungry."

Chen Yiran took out his mobile phone and muttered, glanced at the message he had just received, and shook his head in front of Hao Chen with a smile.

"You are really a left-behind child. Your brothers and sisters abandoned you, and you ate lunch at the grocery store."

"Ah."

Hao Chen didn't care, and simply agreed, and continued to watch the film Chen Yiran dug out for him as a reference.

Clever.

Chen Yiran looked at the serious Hao Chen, gave an evaluation in his heart, and couldn't help but reach out and rub his hair.

After rubbing it twice, Hao Chen avoided him and looked at him impatiently.

"What are you doing?"

"Aren't you hungry? My stomach has been screaming for a long time."

Chen Yiran looked at him innocently, as if he wasn't the one who just did it.

Hao Chen was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He didn't feel hungry at all, but after all, he came to deliver food and became his tutor for free. It seemed unreasonable not to care about food.

"What do you want to eat?" Hao Chen asked.

Chen Yiran laughed: "You want to cook for me?"

...dreams are more realistic...

Hao Chen complained in his heart, but rarely raised an argument with him.

"I buy for you."

"Forget it, I'll starve to death when you buy it back." Chen Yiran said with a smile, raised his hand and flicked his forehead, "I'll make it for you."

There were not many available resources in the kitchen, so Chen Yiran turned around for a while and decided to simply cook some noodles. When he turned around, he saw Hao Chen standing by the door with no expression on his face.

So he raised a bag of dried noodles in his hand at him: "That's it?"

"En." Hao Chen responded.

In all fairness, this little cub is quite easy to raise, he eats whatever he gives him, and he is never picky about his food.Chen Yiran was thinking.

"You go to watch your video first, then I'll call you."

There was no answer at the door for a long time, Chen Yiran thought he had already gone back, but when he turned his head, Hao Chen was still standing by the door with his pockets in his pocket, neither making a sound nor looking at him, with awkward impatience in his eyes.

And it's easy to be soft-spoken.

Chen Yiran added another sentence in his heart.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Chen Yiran smile and then turned his head. Hao Chen turned his eyes back to the kitchen, and landed on Chen Yiran to watch him go about his business.

He subconsciously followed him out. Chen Yiran didn't assign him a task, and he didn't know how to help, so he just stood behind him and looked at his back in a daze.

"Hey, boy, do you really have nothing you want for your birthday?"

Chen Yiran cracked the eggs skillfully, and took the time to glance at him.

"No." Hao Chen came back to his senses, and his gaze fell on his hand, "It doesn't matter whether you send it or not."

"That's not good, there must be a gift." Chen Yiran poured the beaten eggs into the pot, "Let me think about it..."

The afternoon sun shines in through the kitchen window, just such a slender ray, but fills the whole room with a light golden color, white smoke is rising from the pot on the stove, and even the sun is dyed with the fragrance of rice .

The plastic wine bottle on the window sill was illuminated by the sun, reflecting colorful light and shadow, falling on Chen Yiran's hand, surrounded like a rainbow.

Hao Chen looked at the light spot on his hand and thought of his glass of plum wine again.

In fact, his glass of wine probably hasn't been brewed yet, the smell of plums is mostly covered by alcohol, and it smells intoxicating.

He doesn't quite remember the taste, but when he thinks about it, he feels sweet on the tip of his tongue.

"Teach me how to brew a plum bar." Hao Chen said.

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The author has something to say:

There is a lot of work in the past two days, and I have been delayed for a few days, and I will try to make up for it later~

Bow...(￣▽￣)～*