After pulling Lao Gong out of the sea,

The senior Wen family that old Monte had mentioned disappeared very early and was not well-known. Wen Zening didn't even hear them mention it at home.

However, if the Sumerian-language book was left behind by the Wen family elder and then disappeared, Wen Zening combined these strange events of the past few days? He always felt that there should be other clues.It's a pity that this book has been searched many times, and reading it again is still fruitless. After all, Wen Zening's notes these days can almost be compared with the translation of the entire book and the common language.

It wasn't until the night became darker that Wen Zening lit a small desk lamp, and then he carefully brought a cup of warm milk over and asked softly.

"Ning Ning? Do you want to drink milk?"

Wen Zening didn't listen at all. He put the hot milk outside the light and shadow circle of the desk?, bent down and leaned his head gently on Wen Zening's shoulder, and stretched out his tentacles to touch Wen Zening's abdomen?.The slightly cold touch and the vigilant position were enough to bring Wen Zening back to his senses. When he found that Wen Zening was paying attention to himself, he asked in a soft voice.

"Ning Ning, would you like to eat something? Not good?" When he spoke, he almost rubbed against Wen Zening's body.

Wen Zening was so disturbed that he couldn't read the book, and wanted to drink the milk to send him away.But he stopped Wen Zening's hand, and instead took out a steaming small bowl.He stirred it with a spoon, scooped up a spoon and handed it to Wen Zening's mouth.It was obviously intended to be fed to Wen Zening in this way.

The color is bright green, it doesn't look like normal food, Wen Zening couldn't help but resist: "I'll do it myself."

He didn't seem surprised, and generously handed the small bowl to Wen Zening, and said, "Ningning, you must eat it."

Suddenly remembered that when he first discovered his identity, he refused to eat and went on a hunger strike, and he dared to put his tentacles into his stomach.Thinking of "that matter", Wen Zening couldn't help but feel a little nauseous. He reluctantly reached out to take the small bowl, stirred it with a spoon, and saw the food in the bowl clearly.It's vegetable porridge, although it looks a little disgusting because there are so many vegetables and they are cut into small pieces.

He took a sip under His expectant gaze, and it tasted a bit milky, much better than expected.

Wen Zening restrained himself from raising his eyes and glanced at him.

He nodded contentedly, and explained: "I put some? Milk, the radio said, the food will taste better?"

Before the broadcast of the dog-blood love story?, the radio was actually a good Mrs. Cooking Channel. After listening to today's broadcast, he figured out what kind of food humans prefer.Before that, He only had the memory of Bo Rong. Bo Rong was a standard sentinel. He ate in the cafeteria at school. After marriage, he was also a hobby. He ate more meat.

After living in the old house for a while, he gradually discovered that Wen Zening actually prefers cooked vegetables, especially as it was said on the radio that eating more vegetables is good for your health.

Seeing Wen Zening's reaction now, he is satisfied.

Since it is true that cooking tips are mentioned on the radio, it is also true that having a child can enhance the relationship!He faintly looked forward to it, but he didn't know whether he should ask Ning Ning directly, the two of them discuss it, or just give Ning Ning a surprise.

Wen Zening didn't know what he was thinking, thinking that he wanted him to finish the porridge, so he swallowed all the vegetable porridge.Since the color of the food was not good enough, Wen Zening swished the spoon quickly, without tasting the taste, and continued to eat spoonful after spoonful, the porridge was warmed directly into his stomach.

Then he gulped down the milk again, and Wen Zening said to Him, "I still need to work."

He nodded obediently, put away the messy tentacles, took the dishes, and reluctantly left the room.

The room was instantly quiet. Wen Zening pulled the curtain in front of the desk, just in time to see a crescent moon, and only a few stars were shining in the sky.Because of the heavy fog, it has been a long time since I saw the night sky. Wen Zening looked at the position of the moon and felt a little strange.

After watching it for a long time, I feel a little fascinated. These strange star fields even give people an illusion that they are above the starry sky and are no longer the universe they are in.

The moment this idea came up, Wen Zening closed the curtain with a "shua", as if he was escaping from something, and also seemed to be in fear of the starry sky, as if staring into his own eyes.

He calmed down again. The feeling of fullness made Wen Zening's work efficiency not very high. After barely translating a few sentences, his eyelids couldn't help but fight. Finally, at a certain moment, his eyes darkened and he fell asleep.

He was at the desk before falling asleep, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already on the soft bed.

Wen Zening was lying in the soft quilt, feeling like he was in the clouds, his body felt a little uncomfortable, and it seemed that some places were more sensitive.

After sitting up, Wen Zening couldn't help rubbing his waist, trying to recall what happened last night, but couldn't remember anything.

Wen Zening raised his eyes tiredly and looked around. The new residence was neatly tidied up by Him. The fresh flowers were still stained with dew, so they were cut off and put into vases.

He placed a fish tank in the bedroom where the two lived, and there were two transparent jellyfish in it, illuminated by warm lights, which did not look like creatures in this world.

The books I read last night have been tidied up and stacked on the desk safe and sound.

Outside the window? There were still bursts of birds chirping, and the mottled tree shadows were cast on the curtains. Obviously, it was getting late.

Wen Zening remembered that there was still class in the morning, so he quickly lifted the quilt, got off the bed, and stepped on the soft carpet with his bare feet, only to realize that he was only wearing a loose shirt.Before he had time to be embarrassed, he opened the door and came in. He was still holding milk in one hand, and fried eggs and sandwiches were placed on the tray in the other hand.

"Teacher, you are awake, you can have breakfast~"

"What time is it?" Wen Zening didn't see anything related to the time in the room. He could only judge from the angle of the sunlight. It shouldn't delay the students' class.

"It was just seven o'clock."

He put the breakfast aside, led Wen Zening to the bathroom, and instead of staring at Wen Zening brushing his teeth as before, he closed the door and said outside, "There is one more Soup, I'll bring it up."

When he did this, he was still a little apprehensive, but when he thought about it, it was said in the broadcast that an excellent house husband must master the distance between the husband and wife.People who work outside will need a little private space, too careful and close care may occasionally become an opportunity for the other party to want to stay away.

"Okay?" Wen Zening replied subconsciously.

Hearing this response, he couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, as if he had discovered something pleasant.

His footsteps echoed in this two-story building, so deep and shallow that? Some? False reality.I don't know if it's an ordinary echo effect, or he deliberately made such a sound.Sounds a little bit infiltrating.

Wen Zening knew that he had left, he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, feeling strange for no reason.

Putting aside these weird thoughts, Wen Zening turned on the faucet, and listening to the sound of rushing water, he suddenly felt a voice telling himself that he should not continue to eat his food.

This feeling is somewhat? Inexplicable.

In order to confirm this feeling, Wen Zening walked out of the bathroom quickly, staring at the milk and the sandwich for a while.

He cut the sandwich open with a knife, and pulled the bread slices to reveal the vegetables and bacon rolls inside. After confirming that it wasn't anything strange, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Good? Like just normal food.

But just now it was so clear that there were birds chirping outside the window, suddenly there was more wind noise, and the white curtains were blown wildly, Wen Zening noticed that the window was not closed.

He subconsciously wanted to close the window, but when he opened the curtains, he saw the sun outside the house.

At the first glance, I didn't think there was anything wrong, but the sense of disobedience in my heart made Wen Zening take another look. The sun that is always burning in the sky seems to be much smaller than it was before the fog.

Wen Zening looked at the sun in a daze, he stretched out his fist, and compared it in the direction of the sun.

"Teacher, what are you looking at?"

He happened to enter the door and saw Wen Zening gesturing to the sun. He seemed to say unintentionally: "The sun is hanging well, it is good enough."

Wen Zening turned around after hearing the voice, and as if he hadn’t said anything just now, he put the soup in front of Wen Zening, and said angrily, “Why cut it open? Don’t eat it, yes Is it not to your liking? Is it bad to be picky eaters? Yo."

……

Returning to the podium, Wen Zening is still able to teach the students with ease, but his grasp of the class time seems to be inaccurate.After Wen Zening finished his preparation, he found that the time for a class will be more than half, and there is still nearly an hour...

This was an unprecedented teaching mistake. Wen Zening was stunned on the podium for a while, carefully checking the time on the pocket watch.He comforted himself that it might be because he hadn't attended class for too long and spoke too quickly.Wen Zening hesitated between continuing to teach the next class and giving students self-study, and finally decided to show them an old movie to enrich the class.

"The next time is to watch a movie." After Wen Zening finished the arrangement, he told the monitor to come and watch the students, and he went back to the office to get the disc.

Although this is a history college, the students and teachers are all serious and old-fashioned, but they watched movies during class—obviously they were all surprised by this arrangement and cheered.

Some people couldn't help whispering, whispering in a not-so-small tone.

"Is it true that the professor's partner is back, and others are also happy~"

"Which of you has seen the professor's partner? How about our professor? See?"

Wen Zening left the classroom, put the voices of these discussions behind him, and returned to the office.

He dug out the disc that he intended to show them last semester, borrowed the player from the old Dean Rotini, and returned to the classroom, where Wen Zening showed the contents of the disc to the students.

This is an epic film hundreds of years ago. It is about a battle during the city-state war. It is generally boring, but it is better than telling it from the perspective of a romance film. It is still very attractive to students. Powerful.

The disc was prepared a long time ago. The city-state war was a test site in the last semester. If it wasn't for the coincidence that he met Bo Rong at the end of the semester, Wen Zening would not forget to show it to the students.

Wen Zening had to admit that Bo Rong's place in his heart was very important. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh slightly.

It seems that even if he doesn't admit it, the fact that Bo Rong will never come back has become an established fact...

The author has something to say: childbirth, the gong of this article can only be thought about, and the popular thunder points such as gongshengzi will definitely be marked in advance.

Thank you for the cute "Have you got a cat today", 1 bottle of irrigation nutrient solution.