Inhabit you as a forest

After inviting her into the house, Sheng Qi brought her a new pair of slippers, and silently took a deep breath behind her to calm down.

Put the dumplings in the refrigerator, pour Wen Lian a glass of water, and bring the washed grapes to the small table next to the sofa.

There is no coffee table at home, and she finds it in the way, so there is only a carpet in front of the sofa, so she can lie on it however she likes.

Wen Lian observed Sheng Qi's house. The middle house was smaller than the side house, with no connection between the north and the south, and a layout of two bedrooms and one living room.

However, the walls were broken through to make an open kitchen and study room, and the living room is spacious and transparent, making the house visually larger.

So her sister sleeps with her because there is only one bedroom and one bed.

There is no trace of a second person living in the home.

There are painting tools and various sketches on the table, and hand-painted handicrafts are placed on the wooden shelf.

While she was looking at the house, Sheng Qi was also looking at her. It's not that Wen Lian didn't notice it, so he could only pretend not to know.The hand holding the water glass unconsciously strengthened, and found a topic: "Where's your sister?"

"I went back to school today, and I have classes in two days."

Sheng Qi is not surprised that she knows Xu Tongtong, Han Ruohua must have told her, and then he wasted a lot of talking before he persuaded him to come over to deliver dumplings.

When Wen Lian was in middle school, he only knew how to study hard, was a loner, and didn't like socializing.

She is not socially phobic, and she is very good at speaking as a student representative, but she is not talented enough in making friends.

Sheng Qi happens to be someone who can play with anyone. Han Ruohua is afraid that Wen Lian will be under too much pressure from studying, and will be confused by her cute appearance, so he often asks her to play with Wen Lian at home.

After finishing the sentence, Wen Lian couldn't find a topic to talk about, so he took a sip of water quietly.

Sheng Qi was more comfortable than Wen Lian in silence. Eight years later, their first conversation was earlier than she thought.

Han Ruohua contributed a lot.

Changing his sitting position, Sheng Qi leaned forward and asked her, "Do I look alike to my sister?"

Her approach made Wen Lian's breathing slow for half a beat, "It doesn't look like it."

Although her younger sister looks good, Sheng Qi's facial features are more delicate and pleasing to the eye, like an open picture book.

Sheng Qi smiled, seeing Wen Lian's unnatural expression, knowing that she was conflicted in her heart, and thoughtfully retreated her body.

"I heard from my family that I look like my mother. She just looks like her mother, so we are completely different."

It is said that girls are like their fathers, but she and Xu Tongtong really don't look like Sheng Guangming.

This is not a question, Wen Lian didn't know how to answer it, nodded, and took another sip of water.

During the conversation, Sheng Qi kept looking at her. After a few years, Wen Lian was still very thin.Sheng Qi even had the illusion that Wen Lian was thinner than before.

But it is impossible for Han Ruohua to starve her daughter, probably because she misremembered, memory is the best at deceiving.

The reunion of old friends, the atmosphere is not good, Sheng Qi is actually not in the mood to think about it.

But Wen Lian's skirt is too figure-defining, and one can tell at a glance that there is no slack in the place that should be long.

Sheng Qi looked away uncomfortably, remembering that in the past, she coaxed Wen Lian to take off her clothes for her to see.Wen Lian was so reluctant that she was so ashamed that she was about to cry.

But, show her too.

Wen Lian came only after taking a shower, and Sheng Qi could still smell the fragrance of her body after half a person's distance.The long skirt complemented her gentle temperament, which was completely different from the temperament when she was wearing formal clothes, and she looked more intimate.

In short, it is easier for people to daydream and do bad things to her.

The exposed skin on the leg was as white as warm porcelain.Because it was too white, Wen Lian's body was covered with bruises and purple spots, and she didn't know where she got it.

The pink slippers are fresh and lovely, they go well with the skirt, and the ankles are skinny, just barely enough to hold.

The beauty is ecstasy, suitable for painting.

Sheng Qi devoted himself to observing her from head to toe, and when he recovered, Wen Lian had already finished drinking a glass of water in silence.

Sheng Qi saw her nervousness and vigilance, felt a bit of masochistic pleasure in his heart, and asked with a smile, "Are you thirsty, do you want to add more?"

"No need." Wen Lian refused, without a tea table, she couldn't put down the cup, she could only hold it in her hand: "I should go back."

"Going back?" Sheng Qi took the water glass in her hand, put it on the table beside her, and sat down beside her.

Wen Lian subconsciously moved aside, buried her fingertips in her palms, and said in a calm voice, "I fell asleep after reading a book."

"It's too early, can you sleep?" Sheng Qi asked.

In an instant, silence swept the corner of the space, and Wen Lian stared down at the white carpet.The temperature of the air conditioner in the room is suitable, but she is like a burning paper ball, and she is about to sweat.

If you have a question, answer it.

Wen Lian was the first to break the silence, "I can sleep."

Sheng Qi smiled, and said simply: "Okay, I'll take you out."

Wen Lian relaxed, and as soon as he got up together, Sheng Qi remembered something: "You haven't eaten the washed grapes yet."

She paused, then refused, "There are at home."

"The taste may be different." Sheng Qi picked up a big one, "I picked it up at the supermarket, but it's super sweet."

While speaking, he peeled off half of the grape skin, and handed it to Wen Lian's mouth, holding his left palm underneath, "Try it?"

Wen Lian was caught off guard by such a plot, and was stunned there. After realizing it, he could only cooperate and planned to do it himself.

Sheng Qi dodged and said to her, "Just eat like this, the juice will dirty your hands."

She wants to feed her, but she is not afraid of getting her hands dirty.

Wearing slippers, she was much shorter than Sheng Qi, and she had to raise her eyes to see Sheng Qi's expression.

There is a gentle smile on his face, like a hospitable host, simply sharing fresh and delicious fruits to the guests.

The reason to feed her is simply because the grapes are juicy.

Sheng Qi's smiles are as good-looking as before, but these smiles are too programmed.The height of the eyebrows, the curvature of the mouth, and the temperature in the eyes are all the same.

Like a picture scroll hanging on the wall, no matter the wind or rain, the picture is full of the same spring and brightness in all seasons.

Those who view the painting are immersed in the scene, knowing that it is false, and are easily bewitched.

Wen Lian opened her lips and ate the grapes that Sheng Qi had peeled for her.

super sweet.

……

"You and I meet on the sea of ​​night, you have yours, I have mine, direction."

Moving off-campus, Sheng Qi bought a black and white mountain bike even though the community was next door to the school.

It's expensive and you can't take people with you, but it's cool to ride.

Because she was on the same road, she often ran into Wen Lian on the road, and every time she would stop to say hello.

Grandma talked to her all day long. It was not easy for Mr. Han on the opposite side. He had been alone for so many years.But she is a very nice person, her girl is good at studying, so she should play with good children more.

Wen Lian was a child of someone else's family in the legend, and Sheng Qi didn't feel disgusted when he heard it.At that time, in her opinion, people who can concentrate on reading are the most amazing people in the world.

After the grandma praised other people's children, she didn't hurt her own, and said dotingly: "We don't need to be so good at Qiqi, as long as we have a university degree."

The wish is simple.

Sheng Qi patted his chest and said big words: "It's not easy, I will work hard in my third year of high school."

The words are nice, she doesn't care how hard she tries and where she tries to go, she is still dawdling willfully.

She doesn't like studying by nature, and the reason why she was admitted to this high school was that her junior high school was too bad, and the place was given to her by luck, so as to save face for her father.

Although her father came back every few years, it was okay if he was willing to give the money, just to make him happy.

She likes to "appreciate" the illustrations in textbooks. It is not difficult to find that high school knowledge is many times more difficult than junior high school, and the college entrance examination is not easy.

Sheng Qi's math is ridiculously poor, and he can't wait to test single digits.The teacher advised her to study literature, and she did.

There are still a few old friends who are in the same class as her, and the new head teacher has a better temper. She is doing well.

Wen Lian also studied literature, which was the only thing in common between the two of them.

It's just that Wen Lian is still in the key class, and there are many masters in the class.

Sheng Qi thought that high school students would choose science, and when she asked her, she said lightly, "I prefer liberal arts."

"Okay." After Sheng Qi asked, he took out a piece of white chocolate from his pocket, stuffed it into her hand, and rode away first.

Wen Lian looked at the chocolate in his hand, thinking that the rider's hands were really cool.

Every evening for self-study, Han Ruohua was worried, and would come to pick up Wen Lian at the school gate, and the mother and daughter chatted while walking.

Sheng Qi could see them every day, but only greeted them when there were no classmates around.

She is afraid that others will gossip, who made her a scumbag, almost weird with the first set in the grade.

Sometimes Han Ruohua was enthusiastic and asked her a few more words, and she would stop politely and push the cart to go with them.

"How did Xiao Sheng do in the exam this time?" Han Ruohua asked.

Sheng Qi smiled generously: "I've made progress."

Han Ruohua was happy for her, "Your grandma must be happy to hear that."

"hey-hey."

But when Sheng Qi gave the specific score, Han Ruohua fell silent, and Wen Lian, who was already silent, became even more silent.

Of course Sheng Qi knew that they would not understand the so-called progress of underachievers, and seeing the mother and daughter look exactly the same, he wanted to laugh.

The next day it rained, and Sheng Qi couldn't ride his bike. When he went out, he met Wen Lian and warmly invited him, "Let's go together."

Wen Lian didn't say anything, Han Ruohua had already answered for her, "Okay, you can still talk together, be careful on the way."

Sheng Qi actually didn't know what to talk about with Wen Lian, but Xueba must be proud of his grades, so he cleverly praised her: "How did you manage to be so strong in all fields?"

"Study seriously." Wen Lian focused on watching the road.

She answered perfunctorily, but Sheng Qi didn't criticize, and still boasted with a smile: "You are really amazing."

"If you want, you can too." Wen Lian said to her.

"No matter how much I learn, I am not as good as you." Learning this thing requires not only hard work, but also a little talent.

"Not necessarily." Wen Lian looked at her under the umbrella and smiled: "At least, it will be better than now."

Her smile was shallow and short, without ridicule, but earnestly encouraging.

At that time, Sheng Qi liked to paint, but he never thought of making a living by painting, fearing that he would not be able to eat enough.

She chose liberal arts and planned to wait until the third year of high school, sprinting to get into a university without eating or drinking, to make her grandma happy.

As for what to do next, she had no idea.

But the first grade said to her: "Not necessarily."

On weekends, she was hanging out in the Internet cafe and couldn't even concentrate on playing games. She thought of Wen Lian smiling at her.

Feeling in the pocket of the coat, it contained the hazelnut-flavored chocolate that Wen Lian gave her this morning. Wen Lian said, "My mother said that I have to return things that I received from others. This taste is also delicious."

He is a good baby who listens to his mother.

Han Ruohua often calls her nickname "Ning Ning", which sounds obedient.

If the number one in the grade knew that she came to the Internet cafe to play games after taking the chocolate, she would probably despise her and take back the sentence "not necessarily".

The more Sheng Qi thought about it, the more irritable he became.

Turning over impatiently, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The room was dark, the quilt smelled fresh after washing, and the steam eye mask she wore before going to bed fell on the pillow... The unfamiliar environment became familiar only after she regained consciousness.

She has been here for two months.

For two months, I lived alone, undisturbed, until the new neighbors moved in.

The new neighbor is quiet, beautiful, and has a good figure. Taking a step back, it's quite eye-catching just by looking at it, and it's profitable.