Watching Meng A cry every day feels so exciting

When he took the key to open the door, Xie Sheng was still rehearsing in his mind how to explain to his hungry ancestor.

As a result, when he opened the door, he met the cold and resentful eyes of the little ancestor.

Xie Sheng: "..."

Move a stool to sit at the door to block me, thank you so much.

Next to the stool were the after-school exam papers and pencils and erasers. He did not forget to do his homework while blocking him. Xie Sheng was very pleased.

"You still know how to come back!"

Xie Ting crossed his waist and let out a mournful voice like a housewife.

"I don't even look at what time it is, do you still have this home in your heart!"

Xie Sheng: "...I was wrong."

The old neighborhood was dark and humid, and it was dark at four or five o'clock in the afternoon. Xie Sheng reached out to turn on the light while changing his shoes, "You're hungry, what do you want to eat? I'll order takeaway."

I don't know where to throw the vegetables I bought at noon. Usually, he and Xie Ting live on campus, so the refrigerator is basically empty.

"I……"

On a rare weekend, my brother left himself at home to dry all afternoon. Xie Ting's little temper hadn't finished yet, but when the lights came on, Xie Ting's little milk voice stopped abruptly.

"What happened to your head?"

Xie Sheng didn't stop moving, put the sneakers into the cabinet, "Knocked them accidentally."

"Where did you knock it?" Xie Ting leaned over and grabbed the corner of Xie Sheng's clothes.

"On the way."

"Where is the road?"

"It hit a tree." Xie Sheng said helplessly, "Can you please stop acting like a little follower."

"Xie Sheng, do you think I'm a ten-year-old child!" Your son was already so angry that his voice broke.

Hit the tree, why don't you say that the pig hit the tree and you hit the pig!

"How could it be?" Xie Sheng pinched his younger brother's baby fat, "Mr. Xie is a mature man who is ten years and three months old."

The two brothers argued for a long time, but Xie Sheng couldn't hold back his younger brother and showed him the wound.

Sure enough, after seeing the ferocious centipede-like scar, Xie Ting was stunned for a moment, and Jin Doudou burst out of his eyes immediately, and then grinned, "Oh——"

Xie Sheng coaxed him for a long time, until he went to bed, the cub was still sobbing.

"Don't, don't touch the water... hair, whining, inflammation... apply, apply medicine..."

"Understood." Xie Sheng patted his brother's little head, "Go to sleep, be good."

It wasn't until Xie Sheng returned to the living room that his stomach grunted loudly that he remembered that Xie Ting hadn't eaten yet.

Just as he was hesitating whether to wake up his brother, Xie Sheng smelled a strange smell coming from the kitchen.

Following the smell, Xie Sheng opened the small cooking pot on the induction cooker, and inside was half a pot of mushy egg noodles.

Although no salt was added, it was a little cold, and the bottom was still burnt, Xie Sheng still didn't have any left, he ate all of it.

The noodles were very bland, but Xie Sheng felt like he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle in his heart, salty and astringent.

Unlike him, Xie Ting was raised in the palm of his hand since he was born.

Thousands of love, all kinds of pampering, school resources, food, clothing, housing and transportation, all are the best.

When Xie Sheng took him out of the sealed-up villa alone, he had foreseen the difficulties in the future and was prepared to face the storm from his younger brother.

Can understand.

Xie Sheng was able to accept falling from the clouds to dust and mud overnight because he was born in dust and mud.

But for the ten-year-old Xie Ting, what he lost was everything.

But since moving here, not to mention the storm, there is not even a small raindrop that drifts by occasionally.

Xie Ting would be frightened by the cockroaches in the bathroom, would get angry because Xie Sheng had no time to accompany him because of his part-time job in class, and sometimes would fight with his boarding school classmates.

But he never complained.

Because he understood that this was all Xie Sheng could give him.

Under the dim light of the kitchen, Xie Sheng sat at the dining table, slowly covering his eyes.

It was never him who took care of his brother.

It was his ten-year-old brother who supported him.

There are only two days in a week when we can get together.On Monday morning, Xie Sheng sent his younger brother to school, and took the morning bus back to the dormitory.

It was too early, everyone hadn't woken up yet, and the bedroom was quiet.

Xie Sheng came to the bed lightly, and found that the bed where Shen Jingluo was lying was actually empty.

Just as he was thinking that he would become a tiger again, there was the sound of a key at the door, and Shen Jingluo pushed the door open with a bagful of breakfast.

"I'm home."

Shen Jingluo gestured with breath and mouth, "Have you had breakfast?"

Xie Sheng nodded, "Woke up really early."

"Naturally I woke up." Shen Jingluo took out a cup of soy milk from the plastic bag, it was Xie Sheng's favorite flavor of red dates, "Does the wound still hurt?"

Xie Sheng shook his head.

Shen Jingluo cupped his face, "Let me see."

Xie Sheng was afraid of scaring him, after all he had just scared Xie Ting to tears the day before yesterday, so he slipped out of Shen Jingluo's arms.

"I'm going to wash my hands."

After closing the bathroom door, Xie Sheng just turned on the faucet when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Last night he chatted with Shen Jingluo until almost two o'clock, and it was only past six o'clock, why did Shen Jingluo wake up naturally?

Looking back, during the days when we lived together, Shen Jingluo always seemed to be the last one to sleep in the dormitory, but he was often the first to wake up.

Maybe it's because I'm born with less sleepiness.

Xie Sheng suppressed the unease in his heart, and prepared to put away the dry clothes on the hanger.

T-shirts, shirts, panties...

panties?

Xie Sheng wrinkled his nose, looking at the clean white ironed underwear in front of him, he always felt that something was wrong.

Xie Sheng lowered his head and took a sniff. In the next second, his vision went dark, and he sat directly on the toilet.

……what's the situation?

Xie Sheng's whole body was limp, the sound of his heartbeat and rapid panting echoed in his ears, his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Only one thought remained in his mind.

——Why, there are pheromones on his underwear?

Still such a strong concentration.

Just a little sniff just now, the smell of strawberry vodka almost knocked him out, it was more intense than the first time he smelled it in the school infirmary.

After getting along with each other these days, Xie Sheng thought that he had adapted to Shen Jingluo's pheromone and was able to control himself well.

It now appears that the relationship between them is much more than that.

Just like the magic spell and Monkey King, realgar wine and White Snake, Harry Potter and Voldemort, the fox demon Daji and Shang Zhou.

Wait, that last one doesn't seem quite right.

No matter, Shen Jingluo is here to treat him anyway! QQ

Xie Sheng sat on the toilet seat in confusion, clutching his panties, and gently wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes.

...So why is the smell so strong? Did Shen Jingluo use it to wipe his neck?

It was not until half an hour later that Xie Sheng came out of the bathroom.

Su Zheng happened to wake up sleepily to pee, "Old Xie is back."

"Ah, um." Xie Sheng was still a little unsteady when he walked, so he silently supported the wall.

After finally moving to the bed, when she raised her head, she happened to meet Shen Jingluo who was lying on the bed reading a novel.

And Shen Jingluo also saw the underwear in Xie Sheng's hand.

In a flash, the two looked away at the same time.