On a thousand fishing tips for green tea

The heavy snow like goose feathers was falling down, after a layer of snow was laid, and then falling, the snow made a rustling sound.

The fireplace had already been lit once, and it was Ye Jiaqing who added it. He hugged the pillow and leaned on the sofa, his pants were not on, and the sweater on top was loose and didn't seem to fit well - because it was Song Nanqi's sweater.

His own clothes were useless.

It's already two o'clock in the morning, and he was held in Song Nanqi's arms to play for several hours, so Ye Jiaqing is very tired now, he doesn't want to move at all, he doesn't want to sit on the sofa, let alone sleep. To be trapped by Song Nanqi.

"Du Ting and Ni Xiaoxiao also passed the exam this time." The black sweater made Ye Jiaqing's skin as white as snow. He lowered his eyes and carefully read the news in the small group in their dormitory. The hickey marks on his neck were clearly visible. .

He was a little tired, his fingers were sore, his wrists were sore, and his legs hurt. He didn't dare to change his posture at will, and he was too lazy to type, so he always spoke in voice in the group.

[Du Ting: Major 35, I didn’t take the exam so well in elementary school, thank you Song Nanqi, you are my father, my mother rewarded me with 2000 yuan, my father also gave me a red envelope, and my brother gave me five ten! ! ]

[Ni Xiaoxiao: Major 21, Song Nanqi, you are my father! ! ! ! ]

Song Nanqi not only shared the review materials he had compiled with them, but also helped to streamline the key points, and he could also bet on the questions. When meeting such roommates, Du Ting and Ni Xiaoxiao only felt that smoke was rising from their ancestral graves in their previous lives.

[Are you here, are you here, are you here, is Song Nanqi here?Call Song Nanqi, come and accept our worship! ! ! ]

[Is Ye Jiaqing here?Is Ye Jiaqing here? ]

Ye Jiaqing raised the phone to his mouth, and said slowly: "He has gone to take a shower, and I took your worship for him."

After a while, Du Ting's news came. Ye Jiaqing used voice, and he also initiated a voice message, loudly asking, "Ye Jiaqing, what's the matter with your voice? And, are you with Song Nanqi now? Why is he Taking a shower? Did you do something bad together?"

Ye Jiaqing: "Don't see anything wrong, don't ask anything wrong."

Ni Xiaoxiao: "That's a bad thing."

Du Ting: "What did you do specifically? Tell me, tell me, suosuo."

"..."

Song Nanqi only stayed in the bathroom for a while before coming out. When he came out, Ye Jiaqing had finished chatting with Du Ting and the others. When he heard the bathroom door open, Ye Jiaqing turned his head and said to Song Nanqi: "Du Ting and the others said thank you for helping them review, I told you, no thanks."

Song Nanqi was wiping his hair. Water was dripping from the tip of his hair. He was wearing a T-shirt. The water dripped from the tip of his hair directly onto his two collarbones. Ye Jiaqing couldn't help licking his lips while watching.

It was seen by Song Nanqi.

The other party walked towards him.

Ye Jiaqing understood that look very well, he turned around and got up and wanted to run.

Leg pain, back pain, before he could get up, he was pushed down on the carpet by Song Nanqi, Ye Jiaqing's legs trembled, he was wrong, he shouldn't be greedy and greedy, before he could control it, he just subconsciously, subconsciously He licked his mouth, meaning nothing else.

A little dry, yes, the air is too dry, his lips are a little dry.

Song Nanqi knelt beside Ye Jiaqing on one knee, and pressed his waist, "Do you still want it?"

"You said on Weibo that you need more than ordinary people." Song Nanqi brought this up again, because Ye Jiaqing did complain on Weibo that no one could satisfy him. must be satisfied.

Mention it again!

Mention it again!

Ye Jiaqing suspected that this would become his daily routine in the future. Song Nanqi would take everything he said on the Weibo account seriously and use it on him.

"No, I'm just talking." Ye Jiaqing was terrified, he quietly rubbed back, "Mr. Song, I'm a little hungry, go and cook me a bowl of noodles."

"Can you cook?"

"Yes." Song Nanqi wiped off the water that dripped on Ye Jiaqing's face. Ye Jiaqing's hunger was a big deal to him.

He stood up, "I'll cook noodles for you."

It was too late, and naturally it was impossible for him to wake up his aunt at home.

Ye Jiaqing got up, and when he wanted to go with him, he found that there was nothing underneath him. He knelt on the blanket, "Mr. Song, give me a pair of your pants. I want to go downstairs with you. I don't want to be alone."

Song Nanqi glanced at the opponent's legs, then turned and went to the cloakroom.

After a while, he came out with new underwear and trousers, "It's all been washed."

Against Song Nanqi's focused gaze, Ye Jiaqing bit the bullet and put on both of them, both of which were too big.

The trousers are too big, and the panties are also one size bigger.

He straightened his back, trying to hide it, "Well, it's just right."

"..."

Song Nanqi didn't say anything, he knelt down to help him roll up his too long trousers, then stood up and went back to the cloakroom. When he came out, he was holding a belt in his hand. Ye Jiaqing stepped back immediately, "It's just right."

Song Nanqi followed him, "You are too thin, your waist will get bigger."

The two went downstairs together, and the lights on the first floor were almost all turned off, except for a ceiling lamp that was still on at the entrance.

This is Ye Jiaqing's first visit to the Song family's kitchen. It is spacious and clean like a study. There is even a small bookcase, a small floor-to-ceiling window, and a handwritten letter hanging beside it: But please have a clear conscience.

There is a small table and two futons by the window.

"What noodles do you want?" Song Nanqi opened the refrigerator and asked.

Ye Jiaqing was sitting on the futon, holding a cup of tea, "Can I order more?"

"Well, you order, I will do it."

"Can you make it spicy?" Ye Jiaqing was served by Song Nanqi, her whole body was white and soft, and she felt that she could melt it with a poke, "Add meat, beef and mutton are fine, fry an egg, soak in soup, vegetables Add another egg."

"..."

"Is mutton noodles okay?" Song Nanqi asked, taking out fresh mutton and vegetables, "Lettuce for vegetarian dishes, okay?"

Ye Jiaqing looked up at Song Nanqi who had already started to wash the vegetables, and he lowered his shoulders, "Okay."

The noodles cook very quickly. This is the first time Ye Jiaqing has watched Song Nanqi cook. He thought that people like the Song family would not be able to cook by themselves. Like their family, he and Ye Si were clumsy at peeling a potato. .

He asked Song Nanqi.

Song Nanqi boiled water and cut the mutton into thin slices. He lowered his eyes and replied casually: "Everyone in our family can cook, Wuwu, you should also learn to cook by yourself, you have to learn to take care of yourself."

Ye Jiaqing rested her cheeks and looked at the snowflakes falling outside, "Mr. Song, I will always follow you."

"Well, I will always be by your side." So it doesn't matter whether Ye Jiaqing can cook or not, as long as Song Nanqi can.

Such a quiet and warm night is easy to arouse people's desire to talk. The kitchen is at the back of the main house, and there is a large area of ​​rhododendrons in the yard. In this winter season, the green leaves are few, and the snow falls, making the rhododendrons look like white leaves.

Ye Jiaqing: "Teacher Song, I actually envy you."

Song Nanqi: "Huh?"

"It's nothing else." I'm not envious of Song Nanqi's learning ability, nor is he envious of Song Nanqi's reputation. "I'm very envious of your family atmosphere. I told you about Ms. Ye."

"I never hated her, because she is also very pitiful. I love her, so I hope she can get out of the shadow of the past. She is afraid that others will not like her, and I am also afraid that others will not like me, so the education I have received since childhood is, "Ye Jiaqing paused for a while, "Let others like you first. The value of a person is not what he brings to the society, but whether many people like me."

"Mr. Song, I might become like Ye Si in the future," Ye Jiaqing looked up at Song Nanqi, "Maybe I will also frantically check your phone and set a time for you to go home, and I will become an insecure crazy, and drive you crazy too."

Song Nanqi was chopping the vegetables without any pause in his movements, "The sense of security is not given by these things, Wuwu, don't rely on anyone, including me, I love you, but I don't want your life to focus on me." Even He hoped so, but that would not be Ye Jiaqing.

"As I said, no one can say absolute and forever, but someone will do it, and what is done goes without saying."

"I won't hide secrets from you. If you want to know, you can ask directly. If you don't ask, you have secrets to me. Trust is mutual, and so is the sense of security. You start to doubt me. I have problems, and you have them too. You Didn't trust me enough, and I didn't get you to trust me."

"Any relationship," Song Nanqi said calmly and calmly, "needs to be adjusted. There must be something that is not good enough for me. This is something that is absolutely certain. At that time, I hope you will directly bring it up."

"A relationship started to go downhill when both of them started to hide from each other." Song Nanqi finally finished cutting, washed his hands, and looked sideways at Ye Jiaqing, "You want to check your phone, I don't need a smartphone , you can install a positioning system on my mobile phone, monitor or monitor as you like, set a time, I can report the daily itinerary to you in advance, I can do it, how about you?"

Ye Jiaqing froze for a moment.

"Can I check your phone at any time? Can I know what you do every moment of the day? Can I set a time for you to go home? I will become an insecure lunatic."

Song Nanqi said seriously, "Can you accept it?"

It was much more serious than Ye Jiaqing asked before.

Ye Jiaqing opened his mouth several times before answering in a low voice, "I can."

Song Nanqi laughed, and the cramped feeling in the air dissipated.

Ye Jiaqing confessed.

No matter in terms of words or actions, he will never be able to say, nor can he do what Song Nanqi did.

Many problems and contradictions that seemed to be so big that they would blow up the sky were not important to Song Nanqi and could be solved easily.

It seems that as long as he likes Song Nanqi, and Song Nanqi also likes him, then no problem can be a problem.

Love is the ability to level the mountains and level the sea.

The noodles were cooked and served, with a little diced green onion sprinkled on top, and a little chili oil poured over it. It looked very light, but it was also very appetizing.

When he was at the hot pot restaurant, Ye Jiaqing didn't eat much, and his mind was entirely on Song Nanqi's discovery of his Weibo account, plus he had been exercising for so long after he got home, he was already hungry.

His bowl had more soup and meat, while Song Nanqi's bowl had more noodles. He was surprised, "Are you hungry too?"

Song Nanqi sat across from him, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Wuwu, I'm on top, and I consume no less energy than you."

Ye Jiaqing: "..."

"Teacher Song who will be strong all his life." Ye Jiaqing whispered.

"Eat." Song Nanqi knocked on the table.

The snow continued to fall all night, and by the next morning, the yard was covered with a thick layer.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the Song family got up on time for breakfast.

Auntie told the rest of the family about Ye Jiaqing's visit to the house. Mr. Song sipped the porridge, "Then why didn't you get up for breakfast?"

"It was too late to play last night, and I got up at almost three o'clock to cook noodles." Auntie only knew about it when she heard the movement in the kitchen. She had eaten a bowl of noodles at almost five o'clock, and she must still be asleep now.

The old man nodded and didn't say anything. He drank a few mouthfuls of porridge and cleared his throat, "Make something that young people like to eat at noon. Last time I saw that child didn't feel comfortable eating. I won't eat with them today. .”

The aunt was taken aback, "How can that work?"

The old man waved his hand, "I'm old, and I can't eat much, and I don't necessarily have to be at home, and there are meetings in the hospital. Now the main thing is to keep the child. The food is not good, and no one wants to stay. "

"Didn't you say last time that he didn't study hard and his personality wasn't quiet enough?"

"It doesn't matter so much, as long as Song Nanqi likes it."

"Last time, you said that in the future, when the juniors talk about a partner, they have to let you look at them." The old man said, "I believe in my grandson's vision."

After eating for a while, the aunt came out of the kitchen, and the old man asked again: "By the way, who cooked the noodles last night?"

"It should be the young master." Because the used kitchen utensils were cleaned and put in place, as were the seasonings, the guests definitely couldn't do this.

"He also knows how to hurt people." The old man put his hands on his stomach and snorted, "I don't usually see him cooking for me at home."

"Every year on your birthday, the young master will personally cook longevity noodles for you."

"..."

In the afternoon, Ye Jiaqing woke up slowly.

He turned over and rolled around, but failed to hug Song Nanqi, sat up blankly, and found Song Nanqi reading a book in front of the French window.

Hearing the movement on the bed, he raised his head, his eyes were gentle, "Are you awake?"

Ye Jiaqing got out of bed drowsily, his rolled up trousers had already slipped off, he walked slowly, Song Nanqi put down the book ahead of time.

He walked to the edge of the table, sat on the ground like a fool, and leaned into Song Nanqi's arms.

"Teacher Song," Ye Jiaqing raised his head, "I really want to kiss you."

Before Ye Jiaqing acted, Song Nanqi bowed his head and kissed Ye Jiaqing.

Ye Jiaqing was about to praise Teacher Song for being awesome, but Song Nanqi's words made his face crumble into a ball.

"Want it?"

"..."