Tachycardia

That day Jin Wendong spread out the blanket, put it on the table, admired himself for a while, and then went to bed with Wen Jinran in his arms.

It took only half an hour for the afternoon nap, and the two of them hugged each other and slept soundly. After waking up, they went back to school, and they were refreshed all afternoon while listening to the class.

After school in the afternoon, Jin Wendong wanted to take him out for dinner—they had become addicted to eating out recently, and it happened that they had a long break after school, so they could play for a while after eating.

However, when Wen Jinran packed up her things and raised her head, she saw Song Yaxiang standing at the door of the classroom.

Jin Wendong didn't see it, a hand was still about to move, and was about to put it on his shoulder, Wen Jinran felt a "thump" in his heart, and immediately swept his hand away.

He smiled at Song Yaxiang——there was actually a guilty conscience in that smile, he did something bad, and was almost caught on the spot, so he couldn't feel at ease as if nothing had happened.

In normal times, Jin Wendong quite liked his character, because he could tell at a glance what he did, but when he faced his parents, he had a different mood. Seeing how guilty he was when facing his parents, how many times he wanted to make him feel guilty. He won the showdown directly, but he refused, so he could only continue to be trembling, with what he thought was a good emotion to hide.

Song Yaxiang looked straight at Wen Jinran and shouted, "Of course, mom is here to pick you up for dinner."

She came back with great difficulty, Wen Jinran naturally couldn't refuse, but he couldn't bear to part with Jin Wendong, moved his eyes back and forth, pursed his lips and whispered to Jin Wendong: "Then I went back?"

Jin Wendong wanted to rub his head so that he wouldn't be so nervous, but when Song Yaxiang glanced over intentionally or unintentionally, he finally withdrew his hand and turned to make room for him.

Wen Jinran squeezed out, turned her head three times a step, and slowly moved towards Song Yaxiang.

Song Yaxiang didn't urge her, and waited for him quietly. She was wearing a dark blue female suit today, and her hair was loosened. The dark color set off her fair skin like snow, and her black hair was a little messy. , making her look at least 20 years younger than her actual age, standing with Wen Jinran, not like a mother or a sister.

She took the few books in her hand for Wen Jinran, but Wen Jinran refused, "Mom, I'm already this old, I don't need you to help me carry things."

His words sounded sensible, but they were piercing the hearts of every mother. Song Yaxiang's smile stiffened, and she sighed: "Yes, my son has grown up."

Wen Jinran didn't hear the disappointment in her tone, he wasn't thinking about it, and turned his head to look at Jin Wendong frequently, and sure enough, he followed behind, and smiled teasingly when he saw himself turning back.

"You go back quickly." He mouthed him.

Coincidentally, Song Yaxiang turned her head to look at him, frowned and said, "Of course, what are you doing?"

Wen Jinran quickly looked away, "Ah? It's nothing."

Song Yaxiang didn't ask any more questions, and her pace quickened a little intentionally or unintentionally.

When they arrived at the parking space at the school gate, Wen Jinran followed her into the car. When the car drove out, he looked through the window again. Jin Wendong was standing at the school gate, waving at him.

He was restrained by the seat belt, and when he turned his head, he could see his mother's hand touching the steering wheel, but—this might be his first time, so he didn't want his mother to go home.

This thought was so clear and unimaginable that even he himself was taken aback as soon as it came out.

People in love really tend to lose their minds.

When entering the house, the house was already full of dishes, just like every time Song Yaxiang came back.

It's rare to come back, she cooks for Wen Jinran herself, and never order takeaway or buy something for Wen Jinran from outside.

When Wen Jinran saw the dishes on this table, the little complaint in his heart quickly turned into guilt.

Song Yaxiang put down her bag and took off her coat: "Mom has calculated the time. Now the dishes are not hot, and you can eat them directly. The dishes and chopsticks are all on the table. Wash your hands and eat."

Wen Jinran went to wash her hands as she said, and sat down with Song Yaxiang face to face when she came back.

Song Yaxiang picked up some dishes with chopsticks for him, and there was rice in the thermos, Wen Jinran filled it up by herself, and also filled a bowl for Song Yaxiang.

He was really hungry, so he ate hard, Song Yaxiang seemed to have no appetite, choked on a few mouthfuls of rice, and stopped to look at him in a daze.

After a long time, Song Yaxiang suddenly said, "I see that there are three people's toothbrushes in our bathroom, who owns the extra toothbrush?"

Wen Jinran almost didn't choke.

He followed his throat, took a few sips of water from the side, and his brain was running at high speed in an instant: "Ah... you said that, it belonged to a classmate of mine..."

Song Yaxiang frowned slightly: "Classmate? Why is your classmate's toothbrush at our house?"

"He lived in our house for a while," Wen Jinran finally rescued his language function, "and then he inevitably left something at home."

Song Yaxiang stared at him silently for a while, not sure if she believed him or not.

Wen Jinran tried her best to make her expression look real.

Finally, half a minute later, Song Yaxiang took the lead to look away, stuffed some rice into her mouth, lowered her eyes and said, "Since it belongs to someone else, don't forget to send it back, and the blanket in your bedroom, It should be someone else's, right? That blanket is not cheap, and I haven't received a notification from you to swipe my secondary card."

"...Ah, that," Wen Jinran suddenly remembered the bedroom that had just been refreshed, and stuck again, "My classmate...he said that doing homework in the bedroom is more relaxing...it helps to improve the brain's thinking ability , he is one of the top five academic masters in our department!"

"Really?" Song Yaxiang forced a smile, "It's good for classmates to help each other, but don't delay their studies. It's easy for two people to play together."

Wen Jinran felt a little uncomfortable when he said this, and his voice was much lower: "Why, he is still so good at studying, and, Mom, my monthly exam scores have improved a lot because of him."

After a pause, he muttered, "I haven't told you the results of the monthly exam last time, and you don't seem to care much about it."

Song Yaxiang's hand holding the chopsticks froze.She raised her eyes to look at her son's face. Before she knew it, it had been almost a few months since they moved to this city. During this time, she was devastated every day, and she didn't care about her son. When she came back occasionally, she left in a hurry.

The guilt in her heart was evoked by this sentence, and she sighed: "I've been too busy recently, it's my mother's fault, and my mother forgot to ask."

Wen Jinran actually didn't want to hear these words of self-blame.

He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Song Yaxiang put down her chopsticks and rubbed her temples, "Of course, mom's work can be put on hold recently, and I can stay with you at home for a long time, and I will pick you up and drop you off from school later."