Sheng Chong Second Marriage

Chapter 45
After Lan Song opened the door, Song Yichen put the things in the kitchen.Looking up at this small battlefield, all the food for him these days is probably made here.

The words have already been spoken, although Lan Song didn't agree to him clearly, but Song Yichen just felt that the two were different.

Lan Song, who was standing outside the kitchen, was also reminiscing about the short few minutes just now.Through the glass window, looking at the figure of Yushu Linfeng inside, Lan Song felt inexplicably sad.

She has been expecting that someone will like her, even if it is not love, or someone likes her and thinks she is good.Maybe it was her mother, or it could be Chen Jiaming, who suppressed her so much that she wondered if she was really that bad, that's why she was always unpopular.

But now she is also liked by someone, and this kind of like is a rare like for her.Her mother and Chen Jiaming disliked her for no reason, and put her in shackles, which made her afraid to pursue the happiness she wanted.If Song Yichen wasn't brave enough, she would still be timid.

Lu Feng also liked her, she knew it, but that was different, she had saved Lu Feng twice, this kind of liking was not enough to break her shackles.Lu Feng's liking is too obvious with gratitude.

I don't know if Song Yichen will accept her at that time, if she can't, she will accept it, she thinks she should be able to start a new life, get out of the shadow brought by her mother and Chen Jiaming, and start a new life.

Song Yichen didn't leave that night and stayed in the apartment.It's not because I was moved after I just confessed, but because I really can't go back.It was almost 11 o'clock when I arrived at the school, not to mention that the dormitory door could not be entered, even the school door was closed early.

It was too late, Lan Song didn't have time to make nutritious porridge or soup for Song Yichen, so he simply ordered a bowl of tomato and egg noodles for him.

Because the apartment is small, the dining table is directly integrated with the dining table and bar. Anyway, Lan Song is only one person, so everything is enough.

After turning off the fire, he brought the noodles to the bar, and found that Song Yichen had already stood on the other side of the bar.

"Let's make do with it."

During that marriage, Lan Song learned to be a qualified daughter-in-law, learned to cook hard, and learned to do housework hard, hoping that her hard work would bring her a happy life, but it didn't.

Song Yichen looked at the tomato and egg noodles in front of him, and felt his index finger twitch.Just looking at the appearance is very gratifying, the yellow ones are scrambled eggs, the red ones are tomatoes, the green ones are shallots, and the white ones are noodles.Picking up the chopsticks, Song Yichen was not polite, forked a large chopsticks of noodles, and slurped them all into his mouth.

Song Yichen chewed slowly, and after swallowing all the noodles in his mouth, he took another sip of the soup, and said to Lan Song who was opposite,
"good to eat."

Lan Song was a little embarrassed to be praised, this person is really... a play all at once.

"Anyway, if it's good or not, you have to finish it for me."

Lan Song immediately turned around and went back to the stove to clean up the pots and stoves there, but he was happy in his heart, because his delicious words didn't seem fake.

Song Yichen smiled silently, lowered his head and continued eating noodles.Seeing Lan Song wiping the stove with a rag, Song Yichen suddenly felt like a married couple, but isn't such an ordinary and peaceful life what he wants?

Lan Song, who was busy on the other hand, couldn't think of it, so he started with this bowl of noodles, and later made tomato and egg noodles for someone for a whole life. She made the noodles.

The apartment has two bedrooms and one living room, one is the master bedroom, and the other is converted into a study by Lan Song.So when Lan Song wanted to give up the bedroom to Song Yichen, Song Yichen refused.Lan Song hugged a new quilt and blanket, removed the coffee table, and spread out a temporary bed on the floor of the living room.

Lan Song turned on the heater, adjusted it to a suitable temperature, and weighed the thickness of the quilt, "This should be fine, if it's cold at night, call me."

Song Yichen stood aside, watching Lan Song busy with all this, with a smile in his eyes, "Yeah."

"I put all the things I wash on the sink in the bathroom, wash up later, go to bed quickly, it's late."

After Lan Song finished speaking, he slipped into his room as if fleeing, and closed the door.On a quiet night, a lonely man and a widow are in the same room, which is somewhat inappropriate, let alone a boy who just confessed his feelings to him.

In the middle of the night, without knowing what time it was, Lan Song was awakened by a few suppressed coughs, perhaps because he was always thinking about the living room and fell asleep alone, and did not completely fall asleep.

Getting up, putting on his nightgown, Lan Song gently opened the door, and saw Song Yichen curled up on one side coughing non-stop through the small dim lamp on the wall.

Such Song Yichen made Lan Song inexplicably worried, walked over gently, and asked,
"Would you like some water?"

Only then did Song Yichen notice Lan Song who woke up at some point,

"It's disturbing you."

"Why did you cough so badly that you didn't go to the doctor?"

Song Yichen sat up, his chest was heaving due to coughing, "Fortunately, it's just that sometimes the coughing is a little bit worse at night."

Lan Song turned and walked into the kitchen, Song Yichen thought she was going to pour boiling water for herself.

Soon, Lan Song held a small porcelain cup in his hand, "This is the autumn pear ointment I made myself."

After finishing speaking, he squatted down and handed the bowl to Song Yichen.Song Yichen lifted his long eyelashes, glanced at Lan Song, took the bowl and lowered his head to drink.

"Is it cold to sleep?"

After taking Song Yichen's finished bowl, Lan Song asked again worriedly.

"will not."

"Well... I'm the only one living here. There's no extra mattress. If you feel cold, you can sleep in your room. I'll just sleep here."

Lan Song said softly, in the quiet late night, Song Yichen felt her voice was very warm and pleasant to hear.

"It's okay, go to sleep, it's three or four o'clock now."

Lan Song nodded, put the bowl behind the bar, entered the room, and closed the door as usual.

Maybe it was because of drinking Qiuli ointment, maybe it was because of getting up to talk, Song Yichen felt that his throat was not so itchy, and he didn't cough like before, but he was also awake.

Song Yichen's father died early, and as long as he can remember, he and his mother have been dependent on each other.It is said that children from poor families are in charge of the family early, and Song Yichen was very sensible when he was a child, so he didn't let his mother worry too much.But no matter how capable a person is, there are times when he is vulnerable, and there are times when he needs to be taken care of by others, like the tomato egg noodles that Lan Song made for him, and the autumn pear paste made for him. He is afraid that he will catch a cold, so he is very heartwarming.

In fact, it's not really the beginning, but Song Yichen has already started to fantasize about his and Lan Song's future life.

　Xia Mu: Songsong is really a quiet and considerate girl.

　　Song Caizi (smiling): I know.

　　Xia Mu: ...

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