Yingying

When Ye Zhihe got home, it was already dark, and the room was even more pitch black. He stood in the porch for a while, his knuckles and fingertips were red from the cold, and he stretched and held them stiffly.

He held hands with Lin Shen today, even though he was out of school, Lin Shen let him go.After crossing the road, Ye Zhihe couldn't help but look at the figure on the opposite side. The snow still kept falling, covering the bare branches of Anding trees. The trees that bloomed in spring and summer are no longer green.

It was too cold outside and too hot inside, Ye Zhihe took off his coat, the snow melted into water, and the scarf became damp.

I couldn't think of what to have for dinner for a while, and the takeaway in this snowy weather would only arrive very slowly, so I took out the quick-frozen dumplings from the freezer and decided to eat this at night. I cooked a plate for myself and took the plate without vinegar. , suddenly there was a sound in the entrance.

Ye Zhihe lifted one foot off the ground and leaned out in front of the dining table. There was a decorative cabinet at the door so he couldn't see clearly, but he knew who was back.

"Dad." Ye Zhihe called.

"Yeah." Ye Shu responded, put the plastic bag containing food on the ground, and began to take off his shoes, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Just about to eat..."

"I packed some food for you."

Ye Zhihe looked at the hot dumplings on the table, "Why didn't you tell me in advance."

After a few seconds, Ye Shu said, "I forgot."

"Forget it, I've finished cooking the dumplings, put the vegetables in the refrigerator, I'll eat them tomorrow." Ye Zhihe came out, bent down and picked up the plastic bags of the lunch boxes on the ground.

"Eat as much as you want, don't eat those unnutritious things all day long..." After Ye Shu's shoes were changed, Ye Zhihe found that there was a hole in his left sock, and his thumb was exposed in a funny way.

Ye Zhihe wanted to laugh, so he really did.

Ye Shu also smiled at him, and patted his head with the hand that had just taken off his shoes, "Are you kidding your dad?"

Ye Zhihe avoided it and said, "Change your socks. Have you eaten yet?"

"Well, I'll change it tomorrow, and throw this pair away." Ye Shu went into the bathroom to wash his hands, the sound of water splashing against his ears.

"Did you have meal?"

"Didn't I tell you, I've eaten." Ye Shu came out of the bathroom, washed his face, water dripped down his chin, and looked very young.

Ye Zhihe is 16 years old, and he is just forty this year.

"Hmm..." I was speechless again.

Ye Zhihe had been waiting for several nights to talk to Ye Shu about something, but now he backed off, thinking that it would be fine if he didn't talk about it, and it wouldn't change anything.He resisted the conversation a little in his heart, imagined the outcome of many kinds of conversations, thought about the best and the worst, and became more resistant.

Ye Zhihe hesitated for a moment, and said, "Dad."

"Huh?" Ye Shu was already sitting on the bed in his bedroom, bent over to take off his socks, and threw them casually beside the bed.

When Ye Zhihe was young, Ye Shu was very particular about these things. He taught Ye Zhihe that the clothes he had worn should be thrown into the washing bucket, taught him how to wash clothes in the washing machine, and taught him how to wash his own socks, but he didn't want him to wash them at the time. Xi, just said: "When you grow up and don't need your father, Miao Miao will do it by yourself."

Ye Zhihe forgot how he answered it back then, he was too young to remember what he said but remembered his father's.

"Aren't the socks meant to be thrown away?" Ye Zhihe said.

"Oh yes." Ye Shu picked up the socks and threw them into the trash can again, "What's the matter with you?"

Ye Zhihe thought that the dumplings on the table should be piled up. He was still holding the vegetables packed by his father. He didn't know what was inside. He opened it up and took a look...he thought about everything in his mind and let it go, as if You can feel a little more at ease.

Ye Shu's eyes fell on him, but it was still difficult for him to speak.

"I can't feel the pheromones."

Finally said it.

What I discovered during the summer vacation in the third year of junior high school, I sent a small question to him: "Don't you want to talk to Uncle Ye?"

Ye Zhihe still couldn't remember what he was thinking at that time, as if his head was empty, and said, "Forget it, it's not a big deal."

He didn't tell Ye Shu, because he was afraid of his father's reaction when he found out, and thought that if he was to go to the hospital for an examination later, it would be too troublesome.

You can't feel the benefits that you can't feel, and you won't be attracted by someone's pheromone to do some stupid things, and you won't attract others indiscriminately.

Ye Zhihe’s junior high school life was simple and unpretentious. He started to develop formally in the third year of junior high school. His facial features opened up and he was quite tall. From the perspective of appreciation, he praised his appearance, but had no idea about Ye Zhihe himself.

Xiang Yuanxi analyzed the reason for him: "Maybe it's because you don't have any smell on you. You know that our class is very superficial, and we prefer those that smell good with pheromones."

Xiang Yuanxi's pheromone is the fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of flowers that bloom in spring. He is not bad in appearance, but he is a little shorter, and he is a popular type in the class.

Men and women stuffed love letters to him, half to tease him, and the other half to be sincere.

It's a pity that Xiang Yuanxi's brain is missing, and he took everything as a joke, and wanted to show it to Yao Yunzhou.On the second day after reading, Xiang Yuanxi's desk and locker were empty, and there was no more "prank" letter from then on.

Ye Zhihe was a little scared of couples by the rumors in the class at the time. He didn't like his dwarf at the same table at all, and he couldn't imagine who he would like in the future, no matter men or women, no matter Alpha or Beta or Omega... If pheromone is a Trouble, that didn't go right.

He doesn't care if other people are peaches, strawberries, bananas, or mangoes, as long as he knows that his tablemate smells like sweat, he is not moved by it.

Ye Zhihe's procrastinating personality is really not like a fox, but more like a slow-climbing sloth, lazily drying himself in the sun, and slowly turning the other side until he is about to melt.

But now it’s different, he fell in love with someone, and other thoughts moved in his mind, his mood was like bubbling soapy water, blowing fragile and fragile bubbles, and there was a sentence "like" hidden in each bubble , I am afraid that others will pierce it, and I am even more afraid that I will pierce it first.

He wanted to know what Lin Shen's pheromones smelled like, and he also wanted to know what he would smell like if he had pheromones.

Standing in front of Ye Shu's door, he stood for ten minutes instead of ten seconds.

Ye Shu didn't think so much. In the past ten seconds or so, he looked Ye Zhihe from top to bottom, and replied, "Oh."

Ye Zhihe: "..."

Seeing him like this, Ye Shu said, "Wait a little longer, maybe it will be done after the division."

Ye Zhihe also replied this time: "Oh."

Back at the dining table, the lunch box in his hand was still warm. He put it on the table and looked at the sticky dumplings, feeling a little absurd in his heart.

The matter that he was determined to talk about was resolved in such a perfunctory way, Ye Zhihe decided not to mention it again.

But Ye Zhihe lay on the bed after finishing his homework after eating the dumpling, and Ye Zhihe felt aggrieved, sighed, sighed, turned over and over again, and fell asleep abruptly until one o'clock.

The next day, I was woken up by the alarm and couldn't find my way. I half-closed my eyes to wash up and bumped into the bathroom door with a bang.

Ye Shu was awakened by him, opened the door, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Zhihe was brushing his teeth in the bathroom, and said angrily, "It's nothing." There was foam in his mouth, he was slurred, and he didn't seem angry at all. Naturally, Ye Shu couldn't hear his complaints, so he closed the door and went back to sleep.

Before leaving, Ye Zhihe closed the door. This time, instead of gently closing it as usual, he used normal strength.

After getting out of the elevator and walking towards the bus station, Ye Zhihe felt that he was worthless, and he didn't dare to close the door vigorously when he was angry. Let go of him again.

While riding in the car, Ye Zhihe was still thinking about why it became like this. Ye Shu loved him very much before he went to elementary school, and he couldn’t get enough of toys and clothes. It's hard work.

But Ye Shu had no job at that time, and Ye Zhihe later heard Ye Shu call a friend and said that all the money spent in those years was the money he had saved at the beginning.A big man with a milk doll, who can eat and drink for the child after not working for a few years, must have emptied all his savings, so he has to work so hard to make money later...

Ye Zhihe thought for a long time, but he relieved himself, not angry but not very happy.

It was Saturday and there was no morning reading. Ye Zhihe was the first to arrive in class. He bought bread and milk in the supermarket. These were tasteless and could be eaten in the classroom. Chen Yang was not as strict with them as the Queen Mother.

Ye Zhihe untied his scarf while taking off his jacket, he didn't do both well, and got entangled and hot enough.

Someone helped him untie the scarf behind him, Ye Zhihe turned his head, and with just one glance, all the unhappiness in his heart melted away, his eyes curled up and his mouth extended into a smile, and he almost flicked his tail.

Lin Shen put the scarf on Ye Zhihe's table, and looked away uncomfortably, "What are you so happy for?"

"You came early."

"The class teacher told me to come earlier."

Probably because the grades of the third year of senior high school were not satisfactory. They should have made up classes in the second semester of the second year of senior high school. The students moved a few months earlier. Starting from this week, their students in this year lost their Saturday holiday.

If it had been before, Ye Zhihe would have been depressed for a long time because of this, he would not be able to sleep in during a good week, but would have to make up a whole day of lessons, which is terrible.

But it's different now, because he has someone he wants to see.