Tachycardia

Wen Jinran was stunned, with a rather silly expression on his face, his eyes were red and hadn't had time to subside, and there was a bit of pitifulness in his beauty, "You, you didn't leave?"

What Jin Wendong ate almost frightened him, so he hurried over, put all the food in front of him, and then held his face, "What's the matter? What wronged you little landlord?"

Wen Jinran dodged his hand, feeling a little ashamed, so she pretended to be stupid: "What's wrong, what are you talking about."

"Oh, you're about to lose your gold beans, and you still pretend to be like me," Jin Wendong thought for a while, "Do you think I don't care about you? Is I like the kind of person who doesn't talk too much?"

He was also in a hurry, seeing that Wen Jinran was about to cry, his heart ached so much, otherwise he wouldn't have been rude in front of him.

Wen Jinran almost turned from embarrassment into anger when he said, "Who lost the golden peas!"

Jin Wendong's forehead was still sweating from the heat from going out. He leaned slightly and opened the rice he bought. There were fried shredded pork with king eryngii mushrooms, braised eggplant in soy sauce, and cold shrimp. .

There is also a large plastic bag on the table, which can be seen to contain some snacks such as potato chips, jelly, pudding, etc., most of which are sweets, which make people feel sweet at a glance.

Wen Jinran's gloomy mood just now turned into a sunny day.

He whispered: "You went to buy so many things..."

"Ah, it's not too much, so I ran to the cafeteria and supermarket," Jin Wendong gave him chopsticks, suddenly changed his tone, and said angrily, "Just those idiots in the cafeteria... Hey, I wanted to buy you noodles at first." Yes, I guess I should be tired of eating rice after so many days, but the noodle shop doesn’t give plastic bags, and I was asked to take it in a food box, saying it was for the sake of environmental protection, what the hell, is it sick.”

Wen Jinran burst out laughing.

After Jin Wendong set the meal, he sat next to him, took the paper and pen in front of him, "Have you started writing yet?"

Wen Jinran nodded silently.

"You eat first," Jin Wendong spread out the paper, "Let me see how your handwriting looks, oh, it's so beautiful."

As he spoke, he opened the cap of the pen and began to write. Wen Jinran was taken aback, and the eggplant put it down before he choked on his mouth: "What are you doing, I finally finished writing it."

He raised his eyebrows, his tone was very natural, and he even teased a little: "Share the farm work, little landlord, don't worry, I'll try to take it easy, and I won't let Lao Wang see it."

Wen Jinran was completely dumbfounded: "You want to write for me, why?"

Jin Wendong gently teased his chin with a pen, "Guess what?"

Wen Jinran had never been treated like this before, and he blushed for a moment. He couldn't figure out why, so he could only try to dissuade him: "Don't write it, it's my business, you still buy it for me. After eating so much, I, I feel very sorry..."

"Okay, you can just stop talking nonsense and save your energy for eating," Jin Wendong tapped his nose, "After all, you were distracted because you passed a note to me. If your attention is not distracted, When Sang Nan bumped into you accidentally, you couldn't speak, it was all my fault, I should share the farm work for you, the landlord, I am a good farmer."

It was the first time Wen Jinran saw someone who was going to take homework on his own initiative, but he was so amused by his rhetoric that he wanted to laugh, so he finally held back and obediently lowered his head to eat.

While eating, he still couldn't feel at ease, "Well, then I'll eat first, and I'll hand over work to you after eating."

Jin Wendong said in his heart that the handover was a fart, he couldn't bear to see him being wronged, but in order to comfort him, he agreed perfunctorily.

When eating, the only sound left in the classroom was the sound of Jin Wendong's pen rubbing the paper, Wen Jinran's chewing food, and the whirring of the fan above his head.

The two were silent, but not embarrassed.

Jin Wendong's eyes glanced at Wen Jinran's chopsticks from time to time, and he had the time to observe him when he was free to write: "That shrimp is very delicious. It is a popular dish in our cafeteria. It tastes absolutely fresh and tender. Try it."

Wen Jinran didn't expect him to be watching all the time, and bit the tip of his chopsticks and said, "I'm allergic to seafood."

Jin Wendong didn't know this. After making a quick note in his mind, he moved the lunch box to his table, and then pointed to the shredded meat in the king oyster mushroom: "Then eat more meat, look at your waist, I'll eat it once you see it." You can pinch it, it's too thin."

Wen Jinran reluctantly caught two.

He doesn't like to eat meat very much, Jin Wendong knows it, but the nutrition in the human body must be balanced, eating only meat is not enough, let alone eating vegetables, he doesn't know how Wen Jinran lives at home, is there anyone supervising this, But as long as it's under his nose, it's always good to choke two pieces of meat into Wen Jinran's mouth.

The bowl of rice was wiped out quickly, and Wen Jinran couldn't wait to take over the homework, but the pen and paper were pressed down by Jin Wendong's arms, as stable as Mount Tai.

Jin Wendong ate his leftover food and forgot about it.

Wen Jinran doesn't like to have physical contact with people. It's one thing not to reject Jin Wendong, but it's another thing to ask him to touch him actively. He is a little anxious and more embarrassed: "Really, you let me Just write it yourself, it’s not your fault at all, I’ve had bad luck recently, it’s a sudden disaster, how can I let you bear it.”

"You don't want me to write it for you?" Jin Wendong smiled comfortably, "Why don't we just make a deal, I'll write this stuff for you, and you can help me with something else."

Looking at his expression, Wen Jinran was really afraid that he would say something nice.

He didn't make a sound, and it didn't affect Jin Wendong's continuation: "I haven't figured out some formulas in chemistry recently, and there are a few new knowledge points I learned. Why don't you tell me after school?"

Wen Jinran didn't like him: "If you want me to give you a lecture, I can do it right now. Anyway, there is no one in the classroom."

"No," Jin Wendong refused with righteous words, "You must have a sense of ritual in learning, otherwise I won't be able to take it into my heart."

"..." Wen Jinran paused, "Then what do you want?"

Jin Wendong instantly became like a seductive pimp, a smile almost overflowed from his face, his handsome facial features leaked out a little, and he said in a low voice: "Can I go to your house to study."

Wen Jinran blinked.

The aroma of the vegetables left on his cheeks has not yet dissipated, and the person in front of him is eating the leftover dishes he picked, but there is no expression of disgust. He and him look at each other solemnly, and the expectation in their eyes is easy to see.

At this moment, he recalled the empty home in his mind, and his mother who only took time to come back once in a while, as if someone sighed softly in his heart.

Classmates, it's not that they can't be trusted.

Besides, he was the only one at home, and sometimes when he came home... he would feel deserted.