The school bully pretends to be high-cold

"Hello, Grandpa." Although he didn't know if the other party could understand, Xiang Yu felt that polite greetings were indispensable.

This is more and more similar to Gu Chen.

Grandpa Jiang didn't respond to him, but just kept looking at the direction of the door.

"The old man is like this, sometimes he is confused." This kind of situation probably happened a lot, Grandma Jiang was afraid that these juniors would be embarrassed, so she smoothed things out with a smile, "Don't take it to heart, Grandpa actually wants to say hello to you too of."

Xiang Yu shook his head: "It's okay."

"This... well, you're getting older." Wang Zehao wanted to liven up the atmosphere as much as possible, but he didn't know where to start, so he just opened his eyes and said blindly: "My grandfather is also like this, every time I go to his place, he doesn't know me. ,well."

Yang Shuhuan was startled, and looked at Wang Zehao in disbelief: "..."

I thought that if Grandpa Wang knew that his grandson was talking about him outside, he would have to throw down his pear wood cane and drive Wang Zehao three streets.

The other three were not afraid of interpersonal communication, and they took the initiative to bring up the topic and became more familiar with each other. Xu Youluo simply let Jiang Wensong take a break, and he helped Grandma Jiang massage her legs.

Needless to say, the technique looks very professional.

Jiang Wensong didn't think so, Xu Youluo, a young master from a rich family, was quite good at it.

"Luo Zai, are you a hobby?"

Xu Youluo found a certain acupuncture point on Grandma Jiang's leg, and gently pressed the belly of her thumb, and said with a smile, "Forget it, I will massage my sister and my mother when they are tired."

"It just so happens that I have a sore shoulder from studying recently, Luo Zai, can you press it for me?"

As Wang Zehao spoke, he twisted his neck, raised his arms and turned twice, but he was ruthlessly exposed in the next second.

"Are you sure you're learning and not playing games?"

"Damn, isn't it you who co-authored to play games with me?"

Wang Zehao and Yang Shuhuan started playing around again as if they were in school, the atmosphere became active and the old man was in a good mood, Grandma Jiang looked at them happily for a while.

Smiling and looking aside, "Wen Song, you classmates are really good."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Xiang Yu again, "Why does grandma think you look familiar, have you met you somewhere?"

Xiang Yu nodded, "The parents will meet."

"Yes, I remembered, you are the first, right?" Grandma Jiang smiled, "I didn't look carefully last time, but at first glance, this is a child who is good at learning, sensible and well-behaved."

"..."

The people in the house stopped doing things for a second, and then quickly returned to their original state.

Well-behaved and sensible?

God knows that all the people in this room can't beat his Brother Yu.

Jiang Wensong nodded, there is nothing wrong with him, being well-behaved and sensible will not affect being a school bully at all.

Xiang Yu raised the corners of his mouth and smiled politely, while rubbing the second joint of his index finger with his thumb, a little cautious.

"I'm going to help in the kitchen." Xiang Yu felt that barrier-free interpersonal communication was a long-term consideration for him, and he began to feel uncomfortable again. It happened that Gu Chen was still in the kitchen, so he found a reason to leave.

After taking two steps out of the door, he looked back, wondering if it was an illusion, Xiang Yu always felt that Grandpa Jiang was staring at him, but when he looked back, the other party's gaze was still so dull and lifeless.

Xiang Yu didn't stop much, went out, turned left, and walked into the kitchen.

The kitchen was filled with the unique sweet and sour aroma of tomatoes. Gu Chen was busy in front of the pot with chopsticks in hand and an apron on his back to the door.

As soon as Xiang Yu stepped into the threshold of the kitchen, Gu Chen turned his head and looked over. Seeing that it was his boyfriend, he raised the corner of his mouth to greet him, "Boyfriend, come quickly."

Walking to Xiang Yu, Gu Chen stepped aside a little, letting him look at the contents of the pot.

"Not bad, does it smell like my grandma made it?"

The two stoves are turned on together, the marinade of tomatoes and eggs is boiled in one pot, and noodles with a color similar to coarse grains are boiled in the other.

Xiang Yu looked at the weight in the pot, and at the meat rolls and meatballs piled up on the white porcelain plate on the chopping board.

There are six large plates, and there are seven or eight plates of vegetables on the table in the main room.

"The amount of hot pot is quite large, but there are mice, so I don't think it's enough." Gu Chen picked up a packaging bag from the chopping board, "This is buckwheat noodles. Song'er's grandparents have diabetes, and eating this as a staple food is better than eating fine grains." Noodles are better, and it’s not convenient for Grandpa Jiang to eat hot pot.”

"Yeah." Xiang Yu nodded, the other party's thoughts on caring for others were indeed delicate enough, "It's pretty good."

"It's pretty good?" Gu Chen smiled and moved closer, Xiang Yu didn't move.

"Huh? No more boasting?" He continued to move closer, and when their lips were about to touch, Xiang Yu leaned forward slightly.

The lips were lightly tapped, and after parting, they whispered softly: "Squad Leader Gu, you are awesome."

"...Damn!" Gu Chen was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he put down the chopsticks with a smile in his hand, his smiling eyes contained a hint of something else.

"precious……"

"Your pot is going to burn."

With a smile on the corner of Xiang Yu's mouth, watching Gu Chen turn his back in a hurry, he washed his hands in the sink, picked up the meatball roll, "I'll take the things there first."

Everyone at the dinner table was happy and happy, and Grandma Jiang was also happy when the family was busy. Xiangyu watched Grandma Jiang's smile automatically replaced Grandma Hou's face. It has been a while since I went home last time. After the final exam, it will be a few days before the Chinese New Year, Xiang Yu Last time my father called and said that he would return earlier this year, and my mother couldn't tell me that the job was transferred back years ago. If Grandma Hou is willing, she can bring the old man to X City.

Xiang Yu felt that grandma would not come to settle in City X, at most she would come during Chinese New Year, and return to City B after he started school.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yu felt a little lonely for a while, but his left hand under the table was wrapped in warmth.

Gu Chen caressed Xiang Yu's hand, guessing that he probably missed Grandma Hou, gently pinched Xiang Yu's fingertips, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Bring our grandma here during the Chinese New Year, and I will help you persuade her." Advise." Advise Grandma Hou to stay in X City.

Grandma Hou is also getting old, so Gu Chen is not at ease if the old man is left alone in City B.

Xiang Yu nodded.

"Hey, don't feel bad." Holding chopsticks in his left hand, Gu Chen unskillfully fished out a slice of cooked fat beef from the mushroom soup pot and put it into Xiang Yu's bowl.

Grandma Jiang is sitting in a wheelchair, holding tomatoes and eggs to make stewed noodles for Grandpa Jiang, Jiang Wensong is sitting next to Grandma, putting cooked meat and vegetables into Grandma Jiang's bowl, grandparents and grandchildren take care of each other, No one noticed the little interaction between Gu Chen and Xiang Yu.

"..." Wang Zehao stared intently at the chopsticks he had just picked up, doubting his life.

He didn't understand why his Brother Chen and Brother Yu held hands after they had a meal, but he felt that he knew something.

How should I put it, it's easier to persuade others than to persuade myself. Although he persuaded Yang Shuhuan to be at ease last time, he didn't take what the other party said seriously at all.

What if he was wrong?Do you want to bend over to look again?

Yang Shuhuan handed him a new pair of chopsticks, and without further ado, Wang Zehao put the chopsticks on the ground again.

The movements are smooth and flowing, without any hesitation.

Yang Shuhuan: "..."

Before Wang Zehao bent down to pick it up, Yang Shuhuan grabbed the back collar of his sweater, gritted his teeth and gave him a friendly smile.

"Are you tired of living?"

[The author has something to say: later

Gu Chen: Is your husband good?

Xiang Yu: Uh...uh! 】