Serious people who eat official match[Quick Transmigration]

Papa Lin brought Song Yan into the study, saying that he wanted to discuss profound academic issues, but he didn't let Lin Litian follow.

Lin Litian, who was rejected from the door, couldn't laugh or cry, and made a pitiful expression towards Song Yan who was turning back. After the study door was closed, he slipped into the kitchen with nothing to do, greeted a few aunts and aunts who were helping the cook, and got close again Stick it to your own mother.

Mother Lin glanced at him, and continued to choose vegetables, "Why don't you go with Song Yan?"

"My dad took him to the study." Lin Litian helped her wash the vegetables and chatted aimlessly.

While chatting, I suddenly said, "Mom, thank you."

He can actually see the good intentions of the reason why his mother called such a big family.

"Don't thank me first, I have a few words to ask you."

"You told me a few days ago that Song Yan has no parents, lives alone, has loved you for many years, and you want him to be our family." Mother Lin handed the vegetables she had chosen to the aunt who was in charge of the spoon, "You When I was in college, I told your dad and me that you liked men. I thought you had found someone you liked, but after so many years there was no movement, then you suddenly told me that you found someone you like... Do you really like Song Yan, or is it because He has liked you for so many years, you pity him?"

"I don't pity him, and he doesn't need me to pity him. He always regards liking me as a personal thing, and I do the same. It's my own thing to like him." Lin Litian shook off the water on his hands and focused Looking at his mother.

"He is a person who usually doesn't say anything, whether he likes it or not, how much he likes it, he doesn't say anything." Song Yan's eyes full of love when he looked at him emerged in his mind, "I have been trying to I taught him how to express his feelings, and then I felt that his feelings were already full. It was I who had to learn how to understand his feelings, and then I realized that I really... couldn't live without him .”

He said it very calmly and firmly, "I like him. If we had known each other earlier, even if he didn't like me at that time, I would like him too."

In the study—

After talking about Song Yan's work, Papa Lin changed the subject and displayed the four treasures of the study on the desk, "Xiao Yan, how is your calligraphy?"

The ink ingots began to be finely ground on the simple and square inkstone, and the high-quality Hui ink gave off a faint fragrance of pine smoke in addition to the fragrance of ink.

Song Yan watched Papa Lin's grinding movements, and said frankly, "I can't write well."

"It doesn't matter if you don't write well. Li Tian writes well. He wrote all the Spring Festival couplets in our family in the past. It's fine if there is one in the family that writes well." Father Lin took a pen from the pen holder, dipped it in ink, and said He looked at Song Yan and smiled meaningfully, "Not only can he write well, but he also found his own inkstone."

This sentence was said flatly, as if it was just casually, but Song Yan was a little nervous and at a loss.

When facing others, he has always been alienated from the face, he doesn't care about anyone, and he has no experience in getting along with elders.

But in front of him were Lin Litian's most important family members, who also exuded kindness towards him, so he could only learn how to get along with them clumsily.

Papa Lin picked up the pen and dropped it, paused the pen, turned the pen sharply, and completed it in one go.

A line of poetry leaps onto the paper, with wet ink on it——

The calendar adds new years, and spring fills the old mountains and rivers.

It is the source of Lin Litian's name.

"He was born in the first lunar month at that time, and I immediately thought of this poem, so I took two characters in it as his name." Papa Lin looked at his own words with a satisfied expression, and handed the pen to Song Yan, "Yes. Don't try?"

Song Yan held a pen and took over Papa Lin's position.

Father Lin stood aside and instructed him, "It's still too slow to close the pen, you need to be sharp, and move the pen tip quickly with your wrist."

He doesn't often write brush characters, at most he can only ensure that the fonts are correct, without the aesthetic feeling of calligraphy.

After trying two pictures, I still felt dissatisfied, and I secretly competed with myself. When I was about to write the third picture, Lin's mother pushed open the door of the study.

Song Yan was attracted by the sound, and accidentally became a small black blob at the beginning of the painting, and the third painting also failed.

Seeing that the two of them had gathered at the desk, Mama Lin knew that her husband was showing off her handwriting again, and reminded her aloud, "It's time to eat."

Papa Lin was addicted, and picked up the poem he wrote at the beginning, "Xiaoyan, this is your first time here, uncle has nothing to give you, so I will give you this word."

After finishing speaking, he handed the rice paper to Song Yan and went out for lunch.

Mother Lin still stayed in the room, looking at the picture he was holding, "His father is an old pedant, and he likes charades the most. He sent you this poem to mean that he likes you very much and agrees with you and Little Tim together."

Song Yan rolled up the paper carefully, "I like it very much."

"As long as you like it." Lin's mother nodded, watching his expression, "Xiao Yan, this is the first time for Xiao Tian to bring someone he likes home, and it's also the first time for us to get along with someone he likes. If there is anything that makes you uncomfortable Where you are comfortable, don’t worry too much about it.”

Song Yan didn't expect her to say that, the anxiety and uneasiness when he entered the door completely disappeared at this moment, he said at a loss, "No, I won't be uncomfortable."

Mother Lin changed her address, "Yan Yan."

If he is as close as a mentor, he can only call him Xiaoyan at most. This title nails Song Yan in place, and he can't react for a while.

Mother Lin didn't say anything else, she looked at him with a smile, "Let's go out for dinner."

Song Yan walked out of the study, walked to the dining table, and sat on the vacant seat beside Lin Litian.

"What did my parents tell you?" Lin Litian leaned his head over and asked him.

Song Yan shook his head and smiled, "I didn't say anything."

The elders of the Lin family do not have the common problems of most elders. They do not ask about the study and work of the younger generation, nor do they interfere with the emotional life of the younger generation. The dinner table chats are all trivial daily life. Let’s talk about the stars who are on the rise recently, and talk about the newly opened Internet celebrity restaurant.

Seeing Song Yan listening silently and not speaking, the uncle said enthusiastically: "Xiao Yan, next time I ask you to go fishing together, fishing can nourish the mind, and it is quite good."

While going to pick up the last piece of steamed meat, the cousin blinked slyly, "Brother Song Yan doesn't even need to bring bait for fishing. My brother is so good-looking, and those fish will swim over by himself when he sees them."

Lin Litian snorted lightly, and put the last piece of meat she wanted into Song Yan's bowl first, "Why do I think you miss Song Yan more than me?"

The cousin angrily complained to her parents. The second uncle and the second aunt thought it was funny, "Didn't you just say that brother Song Yan was good-looking? You can't even part with a piece of steamed pork?"

"I gave it to him too." The cousin poked the white rice twice with the tip of her chopsticks angrily, "My brother borrowed flowers to present Buddha!"

Lin Litian was too lazy to talk to her.

After drinking and eating, Lin Litian dragged Song Yan into his room.

He wanted to bring him here early in the morning, but as soon as he entered the door, he was surrounded by elders, and later he was taken away by his father.

Lin Litian's bedroom is on the first floor, transparent from north to south, facing the door is a floor-to-ceiling glass door, which leads directly to the yard.

In the yard is another locust tree that is higher than the courtyard wall. It is winter, and the leaves on the tree have almost fallen, revealing bare branches, and some green and yellow leaves that are still stubbornly struggling on the branches.

Song Yan: "Did you live here when you were in high school?"

Lin Litian smiled wickedly and asked, "Why, didn't you secretly follow me home?"

Song Yan glanced at him, then moved his eyes away in the next second, and muttered to retort, "I'm not a pervert."

"I live here." Lin Litian stopped teasing him, "But my home is too far away from the school. I live in the dormitory during class and come back only after holidays."

After listening, Song Yan nodded and remembered something again. He lifted up the calligraphy that he brought in, and his eyes were a little crooked with a smile, "Lin Litian, uncle gave me a calligraphy just now."

"Are you so happy with just one word?" He said lazily, "My dad's writing is not as good as mine. Next time I will write for you."

Song Yan smiled and planned, "There is a wall in the living room that is still empty. I will find someone to frame it in two days, and I can hang it there."

"it is good."

Even in winter, the sun still shines warmly in the room today, dividing the wooden floor into two halves of light and shadow.

"Song Yan." Lin Litian sat on the bed, put his hands behind his back, raised his head and looked at the standing person with a bright smile, "Are you happy to come to my house?"

Song Yan nodded with bright eyes, his eye sockets were slightly red, feeling that he was hypocritical, he lowered his head again, pretending to carefully appreciate the calligraphy on the paper.

He is really happy.

His family relationship has always been weak, his mother died young, and his father was a gambler who lingered at the gambling tables. Later, he moved to his aunt's house, and he never felt that he really blended into that family.

In order to get close to Lin Litian, he worked hard to be admitted to Jiangcheng University. Although he still missed out with Lin Litian, he had to meet Huang Lao, and he had half a family.

He originally thought that most families in the world were like the mentor's family, living in a small house with three meals for two and living their own lives.

I never knew that there could be so many people, bustling with each other, caring about and caring for each other.

Even if he buried his head down, Lin Litian still noticed that something was wrong with him, pulled him in front of him, and wrapped him in his arms. Song Yan was afraid that he would crush the paper, and lifted it to his face, covering half of his face, only showing a pair of eyes.

Lin Litian pulled his hand down, and kissed the corners of his lips and eyes, not deeply, but gently, "You will be happier and happier in the future."

Song Yan put his arms around his shoulders, raised his head, tensed his slender neck, exposing a large piece of skin for him to kiss, but said in his mouth, "The curtains are not drawn."

The fully transparent glass door leads to the yard. If someone passes by at this time, they will definitely see the situation in the house clearly.

"It's okay, they're still chatting in the living room." After speaking, Lin Litian kissed his Adam's apple, and sucked it lightly.

Song Yan snorted.

At this time, Mother Lin opened the door with the cut fruit, and blurted out, "Do you want to eat fruit? I cut some apples for you..."

Song Yan was taken aback for a moment, a mushroom cloud exploded in his mind, and he pushed Lin Litian away like an electric shock.

Lin Litian was pushed to lie on his back on the bed, let out a heavy breath, and looked at his own mother with a gloomy expression.

The person at the door said "It's okay to eat later", and slammed the door shut.

Lin Litian sat up from the bed and rubbed his chest, Song Yan pushed it with great strength, he felt that his ribs were about to break.

Then he hugged Song Yan back into his arms again, "It's okay, only my mother saw it."

While hugging, the door was opened again, and a hand was inserted through the crack of the door, holding a mobile phone, and the camera was facing them.

click-

"mom!"

One minute later, Lin Litian's WeChat received a notification tone.

He took out his mobile phone and found that it was Mama Lin who posted the photo she just took on the family group.

【Mother Lin: [picture]】

[Mother Lin: Don't come in and disturb them. 】

In just a few seconds, the following replied with a series of two words received, and the formation was neat and uniform.

"..."

Song Yan looked at the phone and then at Lin Litian who had nothing to say, buried his face in his palm, and let out a cry like a small animal, unwilling to accept this reality.

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The author has something to say:

The calendar adds new years, and the spring is full of old mountains and rivers. ——Ye Yong of Yuan Dynasty "Jiyou Xinzheng"

感谢在2022-07-0823:31:05~2022-07-0923:47:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Husky Buer;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!