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Yuan Li: "What did you say?"

Yan Jiwen regretted what he blurted out just now, and corrected him: "It's just a joke."

Yuan Li gloated immediately: "I don't know anything, all I know is that I'm talking to a stubborn duck."

After all, he began to learn how to call a duck: "Quack quack quack quack..."

Yan Jiwen was angry: "Why are you acting like an idiot?!"

"What did you say? I don't understand, quack quack quack..."

The sarcasm was so full of sarcasm, Yan Jiwen was really annoyed this time, and hung up his phone in seconds.

Back downstairs in the dormitory full of depression, Yan Jiwen suddenly heard two familiar car horns, and looked for the sound, and it turned out to be that extraordinarily flamboyant red supercar.

Song Xin was sitting in the driver's seat, smiling and beckoning to him through the glass.

Yan Jiwen strode over: "Why are you here again?"

Song Xin looked him up and down with a strange look: "Did you really forget or pretend to forget? Today is grandma's birthday."

After being told by his cousin, Yan Jiwen remembered that this was the case.

According to the practice of previous years, on this day every year, everyone will go back to have dinner with the old man and celebrate her birthday.

Song Xin and Yan Jiwen had just made an appointment not long ago, and when the time came, they would come to school and take him to his grandma's house together. Unexpectedly, after drinking all night, they forgot all about it.

Yan Jiwen opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot.

Song Xin saw that he had a stinky face, and he lowered his head to play with his mobile phone without saying a word, and said "Yo" in a long voice: "Who provoked us, Young Master Yan?"

Yan Jiwen couldn't stand her: "Can you stop being weird?"

Song Xin curled her lips, too lazy to talk to him, turned her head to look at the road ahead, and focused on driving.

Yan Jiwen's grandma lived in the next city, and it was less than two hours' drive away, not too far away.

Since Yan Jiwen's grandfather left two years ago, his grandmother has been living alone. The children of the old man are worried that she will live alone, and they want to take her to their own home over and over again to take care of her, but the old man is used to The original house and neighbors were unwilling to move, so they had to give up in the end.

Every holiday, Yan Jiwen would come to visit his grandma with his family and relatives.

The last reunion was during the Spring Festival, and it was half a year since we saw each other. The old man missed his grandchildren very much, and he pulled Yan Jiwen and Song Xin with a smile, and stuffed red envelopes into their hands.

The children couldn't see it, and they all blamed: "Your grandma's birthday is today, why do you have the nerve to accept her red envelope, return it quickly."

"It's okay, I'm happy to give them red envelopes." The grandma waved her hands with a smile, and hurriedly pulled the two grandchildren to look carefully, and asked about their relationship status by the way.

"Do Xiaoji and Xinxin have a date now?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Song Xin was well prepared, and automatically and consciously showed the photos on her phone to her grandma for review.

"Aren't you divided—" Before Yan Jiwen could finish speaking, Song Xin stepped on him under the table, warning him to shut up.

The old man's first impression of Song Xin's "boyfriend" was quite good, she nodded in satisfaction, and then she asked her grandson, "How about you, Xiao Ji?"

On the subject of talking about a partner, Yan Jiwen seems to never be able to react faster than Jiang Wei. Before he even opened his mouth, his mother took the conversation away: "If he has a partner, I won't drag him on a blind date." gone."

Speaking of this matter, Jiang Wei reprimanded everyone in front of everyone with a look of resentment: "My friend's daughter is very good-looking, but my stupid son doesn't take the initiative at all, he just knows how to sit There you eat with your head down, without saying anything, like a log, alas!"

Yan Jiwen was helpless: "I didn't see how interested she was in me either."

Jiang Wei: "Shut up, what's wrong with the girl's restrained personality?"

Song Xin, who was gloating at the side, also chimed in: "That's right, what's wrong with boys taking the initiative?"

Yan Jiwen knew that there were a lot of mistakes in what he said, and it was the best policy to pretend to be dumb at this time, so he directly gave up the rebuttal, and pretended to be wronged, as if lying on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone.

The school still has classes tomorrow, so Yan Jiwen had to go back early after having a short dinner with his grandma. Before leaving, the old man brought him glutinous rice cakes made by himself, and two heavy lunch boxes in his hand. full.

He took the bus back alone. After getting out of the passenger station, he hailed a taxi and went back to school. Boring on the road, he took out his phone and checked WeChat.

At the end of the recent term, the circle of friends is full of tense style of painting almost every day, focusing on reviewing. Teacher Han's petty bourgeois sentiment is particularly outstanding among a bunch of reviewing dogs.

15 minutes ago, Teacher Han posted a photo of sitting on the balcony drinking coffee while blowing the night breeze.

Yan Jiwen looked at the bag of desserts next door. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally made up his mind and sent a message to the other party: Do you want to eat glutinous rice dessert?

In order to make himself look less deliberate, after sending the message, he added: I went to see my grandma today, she brought me a lot, and I can’t finish it by myself

Han Yi hasn't replied yet, Yan Jiwen thought about it, and patched up again: I just passed by your side, can I get you some?

[Han Yi]: Alright.

When he came to Han Yi's residence again, Yan Jiwen had an indescribably wonderful feeling.

They obviously only left this room this morning, but now it seems that they have been separated for a long time.

Han Yi was wearing the apron with the puppy pattern and was making dinner in the kitchen. When he saw Yan Jiwen visiting, he wanted to say that being an extra person was worthwhile.

"I've already eaten it." Yan Jiwen took out a box of glutinous rice desserts from the bag and put them on the table.

"Thank you grandma for me."

Yan Jiwen nodded, quietly observing Han Yi's every move, as if he wanted to wait for the other party to take the initiative to mention what happened last night.

"I made cream of mushroom soup, would you like a bowl?"

"Need not."

"That's fine, I'll eat by myself." When Han Yi opened the cabinet under the table to take out the tableware, he paused for a few seconds, and stretched out his hand to his back and rubbed it gently a few times.

Yan Jiwen's mind suddenly sounded an alarm.

He frowned and asked, "Your back is uncomfortable?"

"It's a bit." Han Yi nodded. His waist was twisted when he took off Yan Jiwen's wet clothes last night, and he is still a little sore. Enough torment."

"???"

Things seem to be going in a bad direction.

Yan Jiwen pretended to be calm, and continued to test his tone: "I...?"

"You don't even remember?"

Yan Jiwen was silent for a while, then said in a deep voice, "No, I remember..."

That's what he said, but his intuition told Han Yi that this was probably just a self-disguise to save a little face.

Of course, I don't remember that it was the best. Han Yi was somewhat concerned about Yan Jiwen's face, so he couldn't tell him that he broke into the bathroom when he was taking a shower last night.

Since classmate Yan said that he remembered, Han Yi also tacitly accepted that he did, and there was no need to bring up embarrassing things deliberately.

Seeing Han Yi's silence, Yan Jiwen panicked like a dog.

What the hell is going on? !

He opened his mouth, and the more he wanted to explain, the more he felt like he was looking for an excuse.

After being stunned for a long time, I could only hold back a sentence: "Last night... sorry."

Han Yi didn't seem to care: "It's okay, you were drunk too, last night was just an accident, don't take it to heart."

Yan Jiwen's mind buzzed.

It's over, he's not straight anymore.