After Going on a Blind Date with My Brother

"How do you like to be coaxed about that sister?" Lin Wan lowered her voice and asked softly with a smile.

Wen Yimu had no experience with this, and asked subconsciously, "Can there be many ways to coax people?"

Lin Wan smiled and nodded: "Of course. When I cried when I was a child, my family would all come to coax me, some gave me toys, some gave me delicious food, and some gave me kisses. …”

Lin Wan couldn't help laughing, he burst out laughing, and refused to continue talking for a long time.

"How about the rest?" Wen Yimu was eager to know the follow-up and couldn't help urging her.

Lin Wan held back a smile and said, "There are others to beat my brother. Every time I beat him, I can't help laughing out loud. I have tried many times."

Wen Yimu listened with interest: "Then did they all go to your brother after you cried?"

"Later my brother beat me up, and I've grown up, so I don't need this method anymore." Lin Wan said with a bit of regret in his tone, and described to Wen Yimu with high eyebrows, "You haven't seen this. In such a scene, adults are pretending, but it doesn't hurt at all, but my brother always twists his head over, biting his lip, so stubborn, he won't shed a single tear."

At that time, Lin Wan was only one or two years old and ignorant, and Lin Sui was five or six years old, but he already had a temper. Even if the adults compensated him afterwards, he would never want it.

Just so arrogant.

Fortunately, Lin Wan soon grew up and no longer needed this kind of entertainment, and the relationship between the siblings eased a little.

Wen Yimu was leaning against the cool floor-to-ceiling window, and the moonlight outside the window was gentle and boundless. She imagined Lin Wan crying when she was a child, and then imagined how a bunch of people would surround her to coax her. She frowned subconsciously, feeling That scene was really noisy.

It really does not conform to the word "pure and expensive" that parents often say. Even relatives are polite, reasoned and disciplined, making them sticky and sticky.

But Wen Yimu actually felt a little yearning after hearing Lin Wan's happy giggles. Although they looked silly, they seemed a little warm.

It's like... the fried skewers on the street stall are unhealthy. Even if it's not the rat meat in waste oil, it is at least high in oil and salt, but Huang Yanyan is golden and shining under the dim yellow street lamp, turning it back and forth. really tasty.

Wen Yimu suddenly felt a little hungry, swallowed unconsciously, and couldn't help but said to Lin Wan, "I'm going to eat a bowl of noodles, you go to bed earlier."

Lin Wan was stunned for two or three seconds before he could react, and he was a little reluctant to part with it: The atmosphere was finally getting better, so he just hung up the phone?

Is this reasonable?

Wen Yimu didn't wait for Lin Wan's answer for a long time, and then he felt a little abrupt, and explained a little bluntly: "I just took a look and found that it's past three o'clock, so I'm a little hungry."

She wouldn't tell Lin Wan that she was greedy for skewers.

Hearing the time, Lin Wan was suddenly startled. Is it already past three in the morning? Why does she feel like ten minutes have passed?

She looked out the window, the sky was still dark, the morning star hung brightly in the sky, and there was a faint hint of fish maw white in the east direction. It's summer now, and in just over an hour, the sky will light up.

The call duration was clearly displayed on the phone, and it was almost 100 minutes.

Lin Wan licked the corners of his lips, and then suddenly felt that his throat was smoking with thirst, and his stomach was a little hungry. Because of the hangover, his head was even more dizzy, and his eyes could hardly be opened.

But chatting with Wen Yimu for more than an hour, it was like entering a small world between two people, with such a natural atmosphere, I didn't feel anything else, and it was all about her in my heart.

Not to mention being thirsty or hungry, Lin Wan believed that even if he was being tortured, as long as he saw Wen Yimu, he would be unaware.

Lin Wan's heart was pounding, and she couldn't help but shouted, "Wen Yimu."

"Huh?" Wen Yimu's voice was low and gentle, like the gurgling water of a brook.

Lin Wan said goodbye contentedly: "Then go to cook and eat, go to bed earlier, sister."

It doesn't matter if you go to bed late, Wen Yimu's old cadre's style, not sleeping in the middle of the night, must be very uncomfortable.

Even though she was reluctant to hang up the phone and wanted to chat for days and nights, her consideration for Wen Yimu's body still overwhelmed her selfish desires.

Therefore, seeing Wen Yimu being stunned, Lin Wan took the initiative to say again: "Okay, sister, let's go, you will be sleepy tomorrow."

She glanced out the window and thought, what's the hurry, the sun will rise again soon, they are still young, and they will be long in Japan.

"Okay, you also go to bed earlier." Wen Yimu was a little surprised at Lin Wan's sensible and well-behaved, and after standing for a long time, he was really tired, and he planned to hang up after a few simple words.

"Wait!" Just when Wen Yimu wanted to press the hang up button, Lin Wan suddenly stopped her.

Wen Yimu was puzzled: "what's wrong?"

Lin Wan said nervously and cautiously, "It's only a minute away from 100 minutes. Let's get together, okay?"

Wen Yimu has no opinion on this. He has come here. There is no essential difference between one minute earlier and one minute later. Although she didn't have any obsession with these small forms, since Lin Wan cared about it, it was enough to satisfy her.

So Wen Yimu simply replied, "Okay." Then he didn't have the energy to talk anymore.

Lin Wan didn't say a word, just closed her eyes while holding the phone, feeling the boundless drowsiness that swept over her almost instantly.

Wen Yimu leaned against the glass window, staring at the fast beating time every second, hearing Lin Wan's thin breathing, peaceful, calm and regular, as if she was asleep.

Wen Yimu tentatively shouted, "Kai Kai." No one answered.

Seems to be really asleep.

Wen Yimu suddenly felt that the mobile phone in his hand was a little heavier, as if there was an extra girl's weight, heavy but reassuring.

For some reason, she was reluctant to hang up.

Just waiting for the hundred minutes to be round, remembering that Lin Wan likes to round up, Wen Yimu decisively pressed the hang up button, and then yawned to find something to eat.

The simplest bundle of vermicelli, beat an egg, add a little chopped green onion, Wen Yimu stood quietly beside the pot, did not turn on the light, and stared at the slowly emerging white water vapor through the moonlight.

There is an inexplicable feeling of stability, as if you have a bowl of noodles, you are not afraid of anything.

The noodles were cooked quickly, and Wen Yimu came out to taste it. The taste was too bland. Then he remembered that he had never cooked and forgot to add salt.

She stood up subconsciously, went to the refrigerator to find hot sauce, and remembered how Lin Wan cried that day when she was so hot, she sat back slowly.

Wen Yimu lowered his head and took a mouthful of noodles, but suddenly he didn't feel so bland, and the clear soup was lacking in water, and there was a little more indescribable taste.