Don't mess with me, I'm super fierce

The final exams came as scheduled. In the hot summer, the third and third grades of the third middle school and senior high school completed their college entrance examination early in the few days after June [-]th, while the first and second grades of senior high schools had their holidays after the exams.

During the holidays, Meng Yu would stay at home most of the time and study silently. He didn't have many friends around him and rarely went out to play. Occasionally, if Meng Ye took a few days off, he would take him to a tourist attraction for two days.

This year, the dance training institution where Meng Yeruo works recruits more students, and the classes are also very full.Although there are several teachers, among those teachers, Meng Yeruo is more famous. Many parents heard that Meng Yeruo taught better, and they wanted to send their children to the class she taught. Two more shifts were allocated, and the labor corresponds to the harvest, and the wages will naturally rise.

Since the holiday, Meng Yeruo has become busy.

Looking at her mother who was getting busier and busier, Meng Yu felt very uncomfortable. Thinking that she had to take care of herself while going to work, she was really tired, so she decided to learn how to cook.

It's not that I haven't learned it before, but he is not good at cooking, and he often makes the kitchen a mess, and the fried dishes are hard to describe in terms of color and taste.

On the second day of the holiday, Meng Yeruo left a small note on the refrigerator saying that there is instant food in the refrigerator, and it can be eaten as soon as it is heated .

When Meng Yu slept until 08:30, he was woken up by a knocking sound.

A blinding white light poured into the seams of the tightly closed black curtains. Meng Yu sat up, and the quilt covering his chest slid down, revealing his big white legs without pants.

The beating sound became heavier and louder. Along with the muffled voice, Meng Yu felt that he had an auditory hallucination, and he actually heard someone calling his name outside.

He rubbed his eyes sleepily for a few times, stepped on the sandals and opened the curtains, the barrier was finally removed, and the glaring white light fell in, Meng Yu subconsciously turned his head to hide.

Just started, not quite used to it yet.

Looking back, a scream that could penetrate the ceiling suddenly sounded in the small bedroom.

Meng Yu cursed several times and held the grass before stroking the overly frightened little heart and viciously gouging out the one who was lying on his bed leisurely and contentedly several times.

"You hit a ghost in the early morning!" The scene of Wei Borong sticking to the glass window and rolling his eyes is still fresh in his memory, leaving a big shadow on Meng Yu.

"Who knows that you are still sleeping, my throat is almost dry from shouting, but you are sleeping like a pig."

"That means I'm sleeping well! You don't go through the main entrance, but you want to turn over the balcony, what's wrong with you!"

Wei Borong frowned halfway, and replied: "I didn't do this to see you sooner, the balcony is convenient and much closer."

He hugged Meng Yu's pillow and turned over on the soft quilt, found a comfortable position, half lying and half leaning, admiring the beautiful scene swinging back and forth in front of him.

Meng Yu, who only wore a loose white T-shirt and a pair of black boxer trousers underneath, was walking back and forth in the room, looking for clothes for a while, and looking for a mobile phone for a while.

Meng Yu's figure is as thin as his appearance, with white and straight legs. If he hadn't grown hair on his legs, if he put on a skirt and only looked at his back, he would definitely be mistaken for a girl.

Most children of this age are thin and weak, and they can fall down when the wind blows.

Meng Yu touched the phone from the bed and checked the time. It was still early, and her mother had already gone to work by this time.

Underneath was naked, Meng Yu casually took a pair of trousers from the closet and prepared to put them on with some embarrassment.

Wei Borong suddenly interrupted his trousers movement at this moment: "Meng Yu, you..."

"What's the matter?" He looked at him with a different emotion in his eyes, and somehow thought of the intimacy of the previous few times, especially in Mingren Park a few nights ago.

It's been several days, and the slippery and warm touch still remains on the neck.

Meng Yu lowered his head in panic, and put on his underpants.

"Xiao Meng's development is not very good." Wei Borong looked at Meng Yu's place with heavy eyes and seriously, and said this with a serious and serious expression.

At first, Meng Yu was stunned to realize what "Xiao Meng" was when he touched the place where his gaze fell.

"Damn it, you came here to scold me early in the morning, don't you care about your ass? Could it be that you have grown a Big Mac? Is it awesome to grow a Big Mac? In the end, it's not for..." Angry red.

"For what?" Wei Bochen raised his face and held his lips playfully.

Meng Yu's complexion was not very good, and he held back for a long time before speaking in a very bad tone, while stripping his clothes, he asked, "It's nothing, what did you come to see me for in the morning?"

"I'm hungry and want to eat."

The action of putting on clothes paused, Meng Yu gave Wei Borong a helpless look, put on his clothes and trousers and lazily moved towards the door.

"Why don't you starve to death, your house has nothing to eat, run to my house." He said, but his body reacted extremely honestly.

"I don't have anything at home. When my mother is at home, she hardly cooks. She and I always order takeaway. You can see it when she is not at home. I can only come to your house every day to dawdle."

Wei Borong jumped up from the bed, the refrigerator in his house was empty, except for a few bottles of carbonated drinks, there was not even a chili pepper, the main reason was that Wei Jin was busy with her cake shop all day long, and she came back very late every day, where would she have time to buy it? dishes for cooking.

It was fine when I was in school, most of the time I was at school, and I could eat out. Now that it is a holiday, it is impossible to go out for every meal. It is okay to eat takeaway once or twice, but it is not a long-term solution.

Meng Yu saw how busy Wei Borong's mother was, and couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for Wei Borong, and there were often news reports that the takeaway was not clean.

At this time, they are in the critical period of puberty and growing their bodies. It is better to eat food at home, which is clean, healthy and hygienic.

The steamed pot in the kitchen is porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat, which can be eaten as soon as it is heated up. There are also a few light stir-fries and a small dish of pickles in the refrigerator.

Meng Yu took off the small note, read it carefully, and pasted it back, beckoning Wei Borong to bring the little stir-fry to the kitchen.

The two of them worked for about ten minutes before sitting down to eat.

The egg and meat in the preserved egg and lean meat porridge are very generous, and the taste is just right, neither salty nor bland. The food cooked by Meng Yu's mother is very suitable for Wei Borong's appetite, so he ate two big bowls.

The porridge soon bottomed out, and it was obvious that Wei Borong was really hungry.

Meng Yu bit his chopsticks, he has a small stomach, he can fill the bowl with one bowl, and when the bowl is empty, he stops the chopsticks.

Seeing that he only ate a little, Wei Borong asked Meng Yu while filling himself with porridge, "Are you full?"

Meng Yu nodded, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"Qixi, you eat so little, why does Aunt Meng still cook so much?"

"I'm afraid I'll be hungry, and it's also for my growth." He answered seriously.

Wei Boxuan choked, and shook Meng Yu's slender wrist a few times, "Eat so little, and her wrist is as thin as a girl's, no wonder Xiaomeng is also stunted."

When Xiao Meng was mentioned again, Meng Yu blushed from his anger, pulled back his arm and patted it in disgust, and said with a condensed expression: "You are the best, just shut up and eat, idiot."

The rice bucket Wei Borong raised his brows slightly, smiled lightly and didn't answer any more.

Wei Borong had breakfast at Meng Yu's house, and after drinking and eating, he lay down on the sofa to rest and digest. Meng Yu went to wash up, fearing that he would be bored in the living room by himself, so he turned on the TV.

Wei Borong squinted his eyes and scrolled to the sports channel. He seemed to be watching the football game seriously, but he was actually listening to the movement in the bathroom with his ears pricked up.

The sound of drizzling water disappeared for a while, and soon there was another loud noise from the flushing toilet.

Wei Bo was lying bored, so he got up and went to Meng Yu's room. There was an electronic piano covered with yellowed lace cloth in the corner of the room. The piano frame should be a bit old, but I didn't notice this little thing before.

Just boring.

When Meng Yu came out, he didn't see Wei Borong in the living room, thinking that he went back without saying hello, but when he entered the room, the man was standing in front of the old electronic piano, his beautiful fingers were flying freely on the keys, looking There is no way to get up and press.

Meng Yu doesn't understand music. This electronic piano was left by the previous owner. He planned to throw it away, but he was too lazy to move it down, so he left it in a corner and let it get dusty.

Seeing that Wei Borong seemed to be able to play the piano, Meng Yu couldn't help asking: "I thought you came back without saying hello, but you came to my room. Why, do you know how to play the piano?"

Wei Borong glanced at him, turned on the switch, and adjusted the volume to the middle. After trying the sound test, he put his hands on the keys and played, and the light notes floated out from his fingers. It was both beautiful and sad, but the electronic piano The sound quality is too poor to perfectly interpret the piece, unlike the tripod piano at home.

It's a very familiar song. Meng Yu thinks he's heard it before, but he doesn't know the name.

"I learned a little before, but I didn't like it later, so I didn't continue." After playing the song, Wei Borong closed the cover and restored the electronic piano to its original state. He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and quietly looked at It looks a bit decadent.

Meng Yu froze for a moment, then heard him say: "It's been a long time since I played, my hand is raw."

"What's the name of this piece of music?" This kind of Wei Borong reminded Meng Yu of the first day he just transferred here. He was gloomy and dull. Even when he was talking, his whole body exuded an air of loneliness that everyone should not get close to.

Wei Bolong closed his cold eyes, and opened his lips lightly: "The street where the wind lives."

"It's very nice." Meng Yu praised sincerely. I don't know if he was praising the good music or the good playing of Weibo.

……

Wei Borong once said that the two of them were the same kind of people. Meng Yu didn't understand it before, but now he seems to understand it. Maybe, they both lived with masks.

Weibo said that he must have experienced something bad.

The relationship between him and his mother was so close that Meng Yu wondered if Wei Borong and his mother were close relatives.Moreover, Wei Borong always likes to alienate people coldly and coldly. If the other party didn't take the initiative to approach him sincerely, he would never let go of his guard and talk to the other party. Zhou Li and Jing Zewen are typical examples.

Meng Yu had long discovered that Wei Borong was not right. He was very smart, but he always left blanks on purpose in the exams. He knew how to do many questions, but left them blank, as if he was silently resisting something.

Was he fighting against his mother?or something else?

Regarding these, Meng Yu didn't know, and he would not gossip to expose people's scars. If the above was just his own imagination, it would be embarrassing to ask others at that time.

At noon, at twelve o'clock, Wei Borong appeared at the door of Meng Yu's house on time. Before going home in the morning, Wei Borong had already told Meng Yu that he would come for lunch, and he did come, bringing a bag of oranges and mangosteen.

He walked in unceremoniously and put on Meng Yu's shoes, which were too small and squeezed his feet.

"Is the meal ready?"

There were pork ribs and river prawns in the refrigerator. When Meng Yu opened the door, he just took out the ribs and was about to search for tutorials online. When he saw the fruit in Wei Borong's hand, he swallowed and said, "I'm waiting for you to cook it. I won't."

Wei Borong wasn't too surprised, nodded his head and said "yes", stuffed the fruit into Meng Yu's arms, and went to the kitchen along with the ribs.

Meng Yu stared at his figure in astonishment, and at the same time felt that Wei Borong's back had never been so wide and tall. He chased after him and asked anxiously, "You, can you cook?"

"Yes." Without looking back, Wei Bo went into the kitchen to get a basin of water, and poured the butchered ribs into it.

"Apron, find me one." He kept his hands on and issued an order from his mouth.

Meng Yu didn't doubt that he was there, as if he had discovered a new continent, he hurriedly found an apron, "There is only one at home, and it's pink."

Wei Borong, who had already washed the pork ribs for the second time, finally turned his head and looked at Meng Yu with unabashed speechlessness and disgust: "Tie it on for me."

Meng Yu tied the apron on Wei Borong belatedly, and was amazed in his heart. He never thought that Wei Borong could cook. He had known him for two months, but he had never heard of it.

"Hey, why do you still come to my house if you know how to cook? Does my rice taste better?"

Taking out the ribs to drain the water, Wei Bo was busy with the work at hand, and said quietly: "Your rice is indeed delicious. Do you want sweet and sour pork ribs or rib soup?"

"Oh, ribs soup." Soup rice is delicious.

"Do you have corn and red dates at home?"

"Yes, wait, I'll get it. There are still shrimps in the refrigerator, can you make them?"

"Yes, let's bring it together. Do you want to eat stir-fried or directly boiled?"

Meng Yu rested his chin and struggled for a while before saying, "Let's boil it, it's convenient and quick."

Wei Borong nodded, "OK."

Meng Yu returned to the kitchen, in addition to a bag of red dates and two corns, he also had an orange. Wei Borong just washed one corn and cut it into several small pieces on the board.

Meng Yu stood watching from the sidelines, peeling the oranges in his hand, and the kitchen immediately smelled of orange peels.

Wei Borong methodically boiled the water, and then took care of the shrimps. His side was busy like a dog, which made Meng Yu very leisurely.

"Feed me orange slices." The busy Chef Wei suddenly said.

Just when Meng Yu finished peeling the orange, the orange was broken into two halves, and Meng Yu stuffed the half to Wei Borong.

Wei Borong couldn't contain his mouth, and stared at him dissatisfied, and Meng Yu laughed straight at the stare, there was no way, who made him look so funny and amusing.

After eating it, Weibo coughed twice, with displeasure in his words: "I'm talking about one petal, the petal of a petal is not half and half of a flower."

"I'm sorry, sorry, it's my fault." Meng Yu smiled brightly, and his eyes were bent into crescent moons.

Wei Borong was helpless, and also smiled.

The author has something to say: Brother Wei: My Big Mac, you will definitely fall in love with it!

Brother Yu: crooked?What kind of egg?Someone here is playing hooligans... Mmmmm!

Brother Wei touched his lips contentedly: This is called hooliganism!