The suitability of the fishing system and the uncle attack

Shen Qingchi was totally unprepared for this sudden kiss, the space inside the car was so big, he couldn't hide anywhere, so he simply complied with him.

The air in the car seemed to be infused with an ambiguous smell because of the kiss. The two entangled inseparably for a while, before Shen Fang reluctantly pulled away, put his chin on his shoulder, and hugged him whole. live.

"Uncle stops at this step every time, why can't he do something else?" Shen Qingchi complained dissatisfied.

"Do something else?" Shen Fang's voice was very deep, more affectionate than usual, "Didn't we do it that day?"

"...You don't think it's over just 'helping each other'?" Shen Qingchi's voice was a little strange, "If it wasn't for the fact that your body hasn't fully recovered, I would have doubted whether you were okay gone."

"I can't?" Shen Fang raised his tail and laughed lowly, "Didn't you try it last time, judging by the 'hand feel', is it me who is 'no' or you who are 'no'?"

These two "no" obviously do not have the same meaning, Shen Qingchi hesitated, and his confidence became less confident: "Then you have to try to know."

"I'm afraid of hurting you," Shen Fang pinned the broken hair on his forehead behind his ears, and whispered in his ear, "I always thought you were too young, and I couldn't bear to do it to you."

Shen Qingchi snorted when he heard the words: "If you don't have the heart to do it, then I'll change it to someone who has the heart to do it."

Shen Fang was "threatened" by him, instead of getting angry, he smiled even more happily, and the corners of his eyes curled up: "You won't."

"How do you know I won't?"

Shen Fang rubbed his cheek with his cheek: "Not really, I just know."

Shen Qingchi didn't want to talk to him anymore, and turned his head to the side.

Shen Fang was still clinging to him. The scene was like a clingy big dog trying to make out with an impatient kitten. The driver couldn't help but look at them from the rearview mirror again, showing shocking eyes.

What did he hear just now?

The winter in Qingzhou City is getting deeper and deeper, and soon the first snow of this winter is ushered in.

Although winter is the season with the weakest ultraviolet rays of the year, Shen Qingchi still dare not slack off. Fortunately, the weather is cold, and he covers himself tightly. He has everything from scarves to gloves to earbags, as long as he doesn't stay in the sun for a long time , he doesn't need to open an umbrella every day.

On the first day of the last exam at the end of the term, it happened that there was a heavy snowfall. When he went to the school for the exam, the snow on the road had not been completely removed. He and Chen Qiyu walked into the teaching building carefully, for fear of slipping.

The course of this semester has been completely over, and they can pack up their things and go home for vacation after the exam, but Chen Qiyu said that he has to stay for a few more days. Locals in Qingzhou City, it is very convenient to go home, and they don't care about missing a few days off.

It is worth mentioning that after he was almost violated by Zhou Wangyan last time, Su Ting paid for their mother and son to change a house. The site was located in a community very close to the school. The security was very good. Another incident of unknown people sneaking into the community happened.

Shen Qingchi was carrying a suitcase, and said goodbye to Chen Qiyu at the school gate - during the winter vacation, he no longer went to work in Su Ting's bar, and he could no longer meet the monitor every day.

The suitcase was a bit heavy, and the road was covered with snow, so he didn't dare to carry it, so he could only carry it. He had changed hands several times from the dormitory to the school gate, and he couldn't carry it anymore.

He was thinking about whether to put it down and rest for a while, when he saw a person approaching from a distance, whose figure looked very familiar.

It's Shen Fang.

Shen Fang walked straight towards him, took the luggage in his hand very naturally, and asked, "Have you finished the exam?"

"Ah."

"Let's go, get in the car and go home."

Shen Qingchi looked at him, it's so cold today, someone didn't cough.

During this time, Shen Fang's body recovered quickly, and he rarely heard him coughing, unless it was when the cold and heat alternated, and he insisted on taking nerve repairing medicine. Except for his right hand, which could not write, everything else had basically recovered. normal.

You can even cook in the kitchen.

Shen Qingchi ate takeaway and home-cooked meals for a long time, and finally he was able to eat his uncle's cooking again. He was so happy that his soul would be sublimated for a while, and he could cook two more bowls of rice every day.

As soon as the winter vacation was over, the Lunar New Year soon ushered in. Shen Qingchi spent 18 years of Spring Festival in the orphanage, and this time he was finally able to spend it with his "family" like other children.

Of course, Boss Su, who opened the shop in the Buddhist department, gave Chen Qiyu a holiday early. The squad leader only had mother and son during the Chinese New Year, and Shen Qingchi and Shen Fang were there together, two people.

What kind of two people can spend the new year, it may be idle, the two teenagers actually secretly got into a fight, Chen Qiyu shared with him a lot of customs in their hometown, Shen Qingchi spent the New Year in the orphanage when he was a child, naturally there are no customs It can be said that he refused to admit defeat, so he pestered Shen Fang to ask him for help, and asked him to talk about "the Spring Festival customs of rich families".

"...the Shen family has no customs." Shen Fang was no match for him, so he had to tell him, "Shen Jing and I are just face-saving brothers. You don't really think that I will celebrate the New Year with him, do you? During the Spring Festival , I will probably go to have a meal with them, and then get together with friends, or play games at home by myself.”

"Isn't this too boring?" Shen Qingchi was very surprised, it wasn't as rich as when he spent the New Year in the orphanage, "Isn't that the same as not having it?"

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Shen Fang raised his eyebrows lightly, "Shen Jing might entertain some guests, but it has nothing to do with me, I basically don't participate."

Shen Qingchi was greatly disappointed, Shen Fang couldn't help laughing at his disappointed look: "Why, it's not enough for me to accompany you?"

"It's not really... The main thing is, in that case, I will lose to Chen Qiyu."

"Oh?"

Shen Fang curiously asked him about the "competition" between them, and couldn't help chuckling: "You guys are so boring, don't you have homework during the winter vacation?"

"Of course there is no homework during the winter vacation."

"Let me think about it..." Shen Fang rubbed his chin with his knuckles, "Why don't we do this, since there is nothing special, then let's celebrate the ordinary New Year, starting with buying new year's goods, what do you think?"

Shen Qingchi had no choice but to agree.

So the two began to prepare for the upcoming Spring Festival. Food is the most important thing for the people. First of all, of course, buying food is indispensable, because there are only the two of them, and they dare not buy too much, so as not to waste it.

The second is things that every household uses, such as blessing characters, window grilles, spring couplets, etc. Shen Fang's villa may be the most festively decorated one in so many years.

When buying couplets, Shen Qingchi hesitated between gold characters on red background and black characters on red background, Shen Fang looked at him in a dilemma, thought for a while and said: "Otherwise, why don't you buy it, I'll give it to you." Write a copy."

Shen Qingchi raised his head in surprise: "You can write calligraphy?"

Shen Fang raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

In the end, the two bought blank couplets. After returning home, Shen Fang dug out a set of pens and inks that had been treasured for many years, and started from studying inks.

Shen Qingchi looked at the neat set of ink sticks, picked out one at random, and played with it in his hand.

This thing... should be a collectible, right?

I don't know how much this set of ink sticks is worth, but they are just used to write couplets so casually.

It's nice to have money.

After grinding the ink, Shen Fang dipped a brush into the ink and wrote on the red paper, finishing a pair of couplets in one go.

Still a left-handed book.

He handed the couplet to Shen Qingchi with great satisfaction: "Take a photo and send it to Chen Qiyu. Is this something unique?"

Shen Qingchi: "..."

Does this kind of thing really have any chance of winning!

He sent the photo to Chen Qiyu without hope, but he actually got the other party's admiration and envy, which puzzled him very much.

After posting the couplets, Shen Qingchi didn't want to go out for the next three days, the weather was too cold, and his ears would be frozen red after staying for 5 minutes.

On the night of New Year's Eve, he and Shen Fang finished the New Year's Eve dinner, turned the TV to silent, and prepared to make some dumplings to watch the new year.

Simple and unpretentious, but warm and happy.

Perhaps for the two of them, this kind of life is the best, and any disputes between rich and powerful families are not suitable for them.

Shen Fang was sitting on the sofa, and Shen Qingchi was sitting on his lap. They were each holding a dumpling wrapper and stuffing it.

Shen Qingchi watched him take spoonful after spoonful, and couldn't help but said: "Uncle, we eat dumplings, not pot stickers, if you make so many dumplings, they will be boiled."

"Who said that it's because you don't know how to cook." Shen Fang kneaded the dumpling wrapper, "I'll cook it for you later, so I promise it won't break."

Shen Qingchi pursed his lips, and put a wrapped dumpling into the tray: "Even if it won't break, then there's no need to pack so much stuffing."

"Don't you like thin skin and big stuffing?" Shen Fang put his arms on both sides of his body, just encircling him in his arms, "I know you won't be able to eat a lot, so let it be richer."

Just as he was talking here, Shen Qingchi hiccupped: "That's because I ate too much for the New Year's Eve dinner. You cook so many delicious things, how could I not eat more?"

"Is this an affirmation of my cooking skills?"

"Even so."

Shen rubbed it next to his ear, and seemed to appreciate this compliment very much.

"However," Shen Qingchi's words changed, "I hope uncle can not only ask me to affirm your cooking skills, but better let me affirm your 'skills'."

The word "technique" meant something, and Shen Fang understood it. He lightly bit the earlobe of the other party: "Are you ready to move again?"

"New year, new weather, it's a new year, if you don't do something, I will really change my mind, uncle."

"Hmm..." Shen Fang seemed to be lost in thought, and he said for a while, "Why don't you eat a few dumplings in a while, which means we can have a few times - the decision is up to you, is this fair?"

Hearing this, Shen Qingchi looked at him in shock: "Are you serious?"

"of course."

"You are not allowed to go back on your word." Shen Qingchi quickened his movements as if he was afraid that he would break his promise, "Pack it up quickly, pack more."

Shen Fang smiled without saying a word.

The two of them finished making dumplings, and it was almost midnight. To be honest, Shen Qingchi was a little sleepy, but in order for his uncle to fulfill his promise, he was willing to wait a little longer.

The cooked dumplings were steaming hot and fragrant. I don't know how Shen Fang cooked them, but none of them were broken.

Due to the large filling of the dumplings, Shen Qingchi ate desperately, but in the end he only ate five of them, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

He couldn't help complaining to Shen Fang: "Did you premeditate it? Deliberately put so much stuffing, just to make me eat less and make you work harder?"

Shen Fang didn't respond to this, this pot of dumplings was not cooked much, he was going to eat Shen Qingchi's leftovers, put another one in a bowl, and handed it to the other party: "It's really no longer have eaten?"

Shen Qingchi really wanted to eat again, the dumplings were delicious, and he couldn't get enough of them after eating a few, but he really couldn't bear it anymore, he couldn't eat half a mouthful.

He shook his head and pushed his hand in refusal.

Shen Fang finished eating the remaining dumplings, washed the dishes and chopsticks, then went up to the second floor and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Shen Qingchi followed all the way, and Shen Fang stopped him at the door of the bathroom: "You really are not afraid at all, I have already prepared things this time, are you sure you want to come?"

Shen Qingchi thought in his heart that something is ready?when?Uncle must be bluffing to scare him.

He was disdainful in his heart, not afraid of Shen Fang's intimidation, and determined to squeeze into the bathroom and take a bath with him.

Shen Fang sighed helplessly, stepped aside: "Okay then, come in."

At this moment, Shen Qingchi hadn't realized that the self in two hours' time would regret it immensely, wishing to travel back and wake up the present self.

That night, he deeply realized another meaning of "sharp blade".

It turned out that his uncle asked him to eat less dumplings, not for himself, but for his sake.