Chapter 1 Senior Sister Wants Old Cow to Eat Young Grass Again
"If you eat less rice today, Song Ci will marry you tomorrow. If you eat less rice tonight, Song Ci will marry you tomorrow." The magical ringtone of the mobile phone rang.
Shen Qinghe stretched out his slender and delicate hands from the quilt and hung up the phone. He slowly sat up. The feeling of exhaustion in his body made Shen Qinghe unable to tell where he was for a moment.
The phone kept ringing and vibrating like a reminder. Shen Qinghe rubbed his heavy head before answering the phone. His voice was hoarse and weak: "Hello?"
"Qinghe, the kid from the youth training team who disappeared for a long time posted a message today!" Wen Jingjing eagerly shared the message she accidentally saw, "It's the one you tutored me in!"
"Yeah, I understand." The voice was calm, with no fluctuations audible.
Suppressing the dense sour feeling in my heart, I stared at my phone and hesitated for a long time, but finally failed to log in to that QQ.
That lie disappeared with it, and it was the best choice at the moment.
There was a light tapping sound of knuckles on the door. Shen Qinghe yawned and opened the door with sleepy eyes. Without seeing the person coming clearly, he walked back: "Mom, I'll sleep a little longer!"
The young man's eyes at the door inadvertently fell on her smooth shoulder and neck line and the pair of clear butterfly bones. He avoided his sight and the tips of his ears were reddish.
He coughed twice in a disguised manner and pretended to be calm: "Godmother wants you to go down to eat."
The slightly deep and clear voice made Shen Qinghe pause before going to bed. He looked back at the boy and felt relieved when he remembered that a few days ago, his mother had mentioned that her best friend's son was coming to stay.
The young man leaned lazily by the door, his eyes cold and blurred, revealing a bit of charm, like a proud and cold little fox.
There is some overlap with the young man in my impression, but also some differences. At that time, he was always high-spirited and arrogant, just like the young man in ancient clothes and angry horses.
Now he has a world-weary mood, as if he doesn't care about anything anymore.
The huge contrast made her dare not recognize each other easily, and there was a trace of indescribable distress in her heart.
Her eyes fell on the tips of his slightly red ears.
What an unexpected innocence!
At least some of the little habits haven’t changed!
Shen Qinghe chuckled, relaxed at his discovery, and felt happy. He grabbed his coat and put it on his suspender nightgown: "Jiang Yao?"
The tail note rose slightly, with an indescribable tenderness, as if a kitten had scratched his heart.
Jiang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly in response.
"I see."
"Yeah." He responded lazily.
Seeing that he was still standing at the door, Shen Qinghe smiled even more: "I'm going to change clothes."
After being stunned for a few seconds, Jiang Yao realized what the problem was. He turned around and went out without expression, closing the door behind him.
The heartbeat speeds up and the blood surges.
Wei Shu saw Jiang Yao standing in a daze at the door of the second floor downstairs, thinking that he was too embarrassed to wake people up: "Your sister is not angry at getting up, so we can touch her!"
"Yeah." He responded somewhat reluctantly.
elder sister?
The corner of Jiang Yao's mouth curled up, as if in mockery. With one hand in his pocket, he walked downstairs in two steps at a time, suppressing his heart that was about to jump out of his chest.
"Your ears are so red? Are you sick?"
He picked up the milk next to him and took a sip, his eyes slightly averted: "You went downstairs too fast."
Shen Qinghe pulled on his slippers and went downstairs. His hair was tied into a loose ponytail and he casually put on shorts under a loose T-shirt.
As soon as he came downstairs, he was pulled into the kitchen by Wei Shu.
Wei Shu half-opened the door, glanced at the people sitting obediently at the dining table, and whispered to her daughter: "This child was addicted to games in the past two years and delayed his studies. Now he finally found his way back and got admitted to college. You
Don’t take others to play games!”
Before he finished talking, Jiang Yao's mother called, and Wei Shu motioned to her to bring breakfast out.
"Why bother? When she first entered college, she had a boyfriend who was two years younger than her."
Shen Qinghe didn't listen carefully to their conversation, but when he heard this sentence, he couldn't help but defend himself: "Mom, we're not talking, we're just friends!"
She said this as if she was causing harm to minors.
Jiang Yao silently squeezed the cup tightly, his joints turning white. His eyes were a little deeper and half-closed, showing no emotion.
Shen Qinghe didn't notice his mood swings, and was busy setting up breakfast. He accidentally saw the milk on his lips, shook his head and smiled, and stretched out his hand to wipe it for him.
Jiang Yao hid back and leaned lazily on the back of his chair, half-smiling but not smiling, teasing in a drawl: "Why, senior sister wants to eat tender grass again?"
The narrow fox eyes slightly narrowed as he smiled, his eyes were full of charm, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, making him indescribably seductive.
The posture gradually overlapped with that of the young man in his memory. Shen Qinghe was startled, and suddenly remembered what his former friends said about him:
His pair of charming fox eyes, even when looking at the dog Daddy, reveal a deep affection that makes Daddy fall for him.
I caught a glimpse of his narrow smile and thought about his words in hindsight.
Eat... young grass?
Old cows eat young grass!
Good! Very good! If I feel sorry for you anymore, I will be a puppy.
Shen Qinghe sneered and pulled the breakfast in front of him, saying angrily: "Little young grass, you eat and drink well!"
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Lao Niu... my sister doesn’t serve me anymore! Who doesn’t have a temper yet?
Jiang Yao clasped her wrist with his hand, pulled her back, and asked her to sit on the chair next to him. Seeing that she was still bulging with anger, a muffled laughter burst out of his chest: "Miss, I understand your mistake, let's eat."
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Shen Qinghe stared at the hand that was wrapped around her wrist. It had clear joints, was slender and white, and the wrist was slightly cool, which was his temperature. The touch of the thin calluses on her fingertips made her face feel a little hot.
He snorted softly, acting as if nothing had happened. He gripped the plate tightly and said, "No, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it anymore and I'll eat the young grass."
He pinched the bridge of his nose with some helplessness, patiently peeled the egg, broke the egg white, leaked out the yolk, and handed it to Shen Qinghe.
"Eat less rice today, and Song Ci will hug you tomorrow..."
The cell phone rang suddenly. Shen Qinghe casually took the egg yolk, picked up the cell phone, ran upstairs, and closed the door.
"Qinghe, are you going back to school today?"
"Yes, we have a live broadcast mission today." Shen Qinghe hurriedly packed his suitcase.
"What time is it?"
The little lion bracelet that had disappeared for a long time appeared in front of him unpreparedly, and Shen Qinghe's breath froze for a moment.
That was given by him.
Touching it gently, it seems that through it, I have returned to the days when we kept each other warm...
There was mist in his eyes.
"Qinghe?"
"In the afternoon! We'll talk about it later."
I hurriedly hung up the phone and carefully stored the bracelet in the back of the drawer, carrying with it the indescribable emotions of my teenage years.
After packing my suitcase and going downstairs, a cool autumn breeze blew into the living room.
The curtains flipped, and a ray of orange afterglow fell through the gap.
Jiang Yao lazily leaned on the sofa, his hands unconsciously beating the rhythm, and the light shone on his face from time to time.
He frowned and shrank into a place with no light at all, as if he was not greedy for the warmth of this world at all.
Shen Qinghe's heart seemed to be clenched.
Carrying a small suitcase, she stood in front of him and cautiously asked, "Jiang Yao, I'm going to school. Will you come on the registration day?"
Jiang Yao returned to his cynical look, staring at her vaguely, and then responded after a while: