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"It's all right."

"Uh... just don't fall."

"Come to drink." Wan Qing shook the two bags of snacks in her hand, "I bought some snacks."

"Ah, sweet bean skin, this is delicious, a little sour, and a little bit crunchy!"

"Actually, I should use a goblet, but I don't have one at home, so I'll buy it next time!" Zhao Jinyu picked up a glass of red wine and shook it gently.

Even if it was served in a plastic cup, with her gentle movements, the red wine became more classy.

"Have you ever had a drink today?"

"No, this is the first time I drink it, I want to try it, what does it feel like." She said, took a sip, and then frowned, "It's so bitter... sour .”

"There really isn't any good beer..."

"Isn't that what red wine tastes like?" Wan Qing didn't seem to be drinking red wine, but rather water, and immediately drank half of the glass in one gulp.

"Eh? Drinking so fast? Could it be that Qing'er has a good capacity for drinking?"

"Of course." Wan Qing nodded triumphantly, pulled out the cork and poured another glass.

Ye Chen looked at her suspiciously.

Zhao Jinyu unwrapped the packaging bag of bean curd, carefully tore off a piece, put it in his mouth and began to chew.

Cheap snacks, cheap taste, but equally cheap pleasure.

"It's delicious..."

"Paji." After finishing the second glass of red wine, Wan Qing lay down on the table with a flushed face.

"Qing'er, are you alright?"

"...Didn't you say there's no problem?"

"I'm not drunk, I'm just a little dizzy..." Wan Qing hiccupped while speaking.

She rested her cheeks and looked at Zhao Jinyu: "If I wanted to marry a wife, I would definitely not find someone like Ye Chen, but someone like Jinyu..."

"Pfft, why?" Zhao Jinyu asked curiously.

"Ye Chen, this... this little... girl is so pretty, it's easy to mess with flowers and grass outside..."

"Hey, don't be so one-sided, okay! Not all beautiful girls are like this."

"Even if you don't provoke others, others will provoke her. It's not safe, it's not safe. It's better like Jinyu. It's a bit... good-looking, but not particularly good-looking, but it's very attractive and has money. If I can be The door-to-door son-in-law will be fine... hiccup..."

"Qing'er is drunk."

"No...uh, Ye Chen, the surname Chen..."

"My surname is Ye..."

"Bring me two edamame to eat."

"...Are you really okay?"

"Don't worry!" Wan Qing stood up abruptly as if to prove herself, and then fell into Ye Chen's soft embrace, "Uh... my foot slipped."

"Don't be brave, okay..."

"It's so loud...give me edamame." Wan Qing's eyes seemed to be a little hard to open, "Oh, I want to...study."

"What do you study at a time like this..."

"If you want to study, you must study. The concentration is high at this time, that's right..." Wan Qing nodded vigorously, "Otherwise we wouldn't even be able to pass the college entrance examination..."

……

36. Three people sleeping together

Wan Qing's head hurts.

I vaguely remember that yesterday I struggled to study for a while after drinking, and fell asleep sleepily.

Didn't dream anything.

She just remembered that her consciousness wandered in a dark world where no light could be seen, until the cold wind in the morning woke her up.

The headache made her curl up, and subconsciously buried her little face in the arms of the person beside her.

But...it always feels like something is wrong with the touch.

She raised her head, and saw Zhao Jinyu squinting her eyes, looking at her sleepily: "Morning... Qinger."

"Mmm...morning." Wan Qing shrank back, a pair of white and tender lotus arms proactively stretched out, hugging her from behind.

You don't need to think about it, it's Ye Chen.

She seemed to be sleeping in the middle of this round bed.

The red wine was still on the table, half a bottle left.

It was raining heavily outside the window, making the air damp and cold.

——It’s always like this in winter in the south.

The three girls huddled together, making the bed extremely warm and making people want to leave.

"How did you sleep yesterday?" Zhao Jinyu pursed his lips and smiled.

"Headache." Wan Qing scratched her scalp and slowly stretched her feet down.

But probably because everyone was curled up a bit, the lower half of the quilt was as cold as a refrigerator.

So she took her legs back again with a 'swoosh', and hugged her knees with her hands, as if it would be warmer this way.

"It's raining again."

"Well, I don't need to go out today anyway." Wan Qing yawned and dragged some pillows from Ye Chen, "It's really cold."

"It's already deep winter."

"It's January [-]st."

"Yes, the Spring Festival is only one month away."

"Time is so fast."

"Yes, during the Spring Festival, are you going back to your hometown?"

"Then I don't know." Wan Qing raised her head and sneezed, then quickly retreated into the bed.

In fact, she wanted to go to the toilet a little bit at the moment, but she just didn't have the courage to step out of bed.

It rained endlessly, and the warm sun seemed to never rise.

"Is it cold?" Zhao Jinyu asked in a low voice.

"A bit."

"Then I'll stick close to you." So she leaned her body closer, and the three of them 'glued' together more closely.

Perhaps she had imagined such so-called erotic scenes many times before, but now, she does not have the slightest desire. She only feels peace and tranquility in her heart.

The feeling of being cared about always makes people feel warm.

It is impossible for a person to stay in bed all the time.

But the three of them stayed tenderly on the bed for quite a while, and they barely got up when the hour hand was pointing to eight.

"Wow——" Zhao Jinyu just reached out to pick up the sweater on the bedside table, when he was startled by the flashing arc of '呵啦啦'.

"It's very strong static electricity." Ye Chen rubbed his eyes, and reached out to touch it himself, and his fingers were numb from the electricity immediately.

"Daily life in winter..." Wan Qing smiled lightly and put on the sweater, "When will I buy some fluffy pajamas and wear them at home, I really don't want to wear sweaters if I don't go out."

"I agree..." Ye Chen nodded while yawning, looking somewhat funny.

In fact, after waking up, I didn't feel so cold anymore.

Ye Chen, who was the first to get up, boiled water so hot, Wan Qing didn't rush to wash, but stood by the window of the living room stretching.

The window only opened a small gap for exchanging fresh air. My father was lying on the sofa and sleeping soundly. He had one of the biggest advantages, that is, the quality of sleep was very good. will wake him up.

The sofa looked a little greasy, especially where the head rested.

But it seems that this thing can't be washed, so I can only wipe it when I have time...

"Ha-huh-" Father snored loudly. He scratched his cheek in his sleep, turned over and leaned against the backrest, and buried his head in the pillow of the sofa.

"How's the rain outside?" Zhao Jinyu leaned over, but the moment he touched Wan Qing, a little static electricity was created, both of them took half a step back in fright, and then laughed together.

The rain was beating on the eaves in a 'pattapatta', and the crystal water droplets fell slowly. The whole street looked gray under the rain and fog, and there were not many pedestrians and vehicles on the road.

Perhaps this New Year's Day, many places are on holiday.

A morning shower is the start of the day.

After a while, Wan Qing had already cooked the porridge.

Today is convenient, there is no need to cook any dishes, just cook some porridge and eat some cold dishes from yesterday.

The only braised pork that needs to be reheated, just put it on the steamer and cook it with the porridge.

Water vapor filled the kitchen, and Wan Qing was leaning against the door, letting the white steam rush towards her face—mainly because this place was the warmest.

Although she drank wine and ate some snacks before going to bed yesterday, Ye Chen's stomach was already growling. She couldn't help but took the cake out of the refrigerator, took a bite out of it with a spoon and put it on the cake. into the mouth.

It seems that the frozen cake is not so greasy, replaced by a light sweetness.

Zhao Jinyu went back to her room to wash up. After all, all her toiletries were there, but she came back immediately after washing up.

"Hey, have you started eating?"

"The porridge isn't ready yet, I'm hungry...so I took a plate and ate some."

"Is it delicious?"

"It tastes better than yesterday."

"Really?" She opened her eyes wide and leaned over excitedly, "Then I want to have a taste too, ah—"

Ye Chen glanced at the spoon he had licked, and then at her slightly opened mouth: "Is it all right? This is what I've eaten before."

"What's the matter, just feed me."

"Then... alright." Ye Chen brushed back a few strands of hair from his forehead, dug out the piece with cream and cake, and brought it carefully to her mouth.

"Ah, um, um..."

"How about it?"

"It has a slightly sweet taste, not as greasy as yesterday."

"right!"

"After eating such a plate of cake, don't wait until you can't eat breakfast."

"Hey, I didn't say that I must finish eating, and there is still in the refrigerator..."

The remaining half of the cake from last night was divided into several bowls and plates, and there must be no room for just one.

The porridge was cooked quickly, and the cold dishes in the refrigerator were also taken out.

"The meatballs are so hard..."

"Put it in the porridge and heat it up."

"It would be great if I could blow it up again—" Ye Chen secretly looked at Wan Qing.

She rolled her eyes impatiently: "You fry it yourself. If you don't want to eat it cold, you can eat braised pork. There is also this braised bamboo shoot in oil. It tastes good cold."

"Crack." Just as he was talking, Zhao Jinyu took a piece and put it in his mouth, chewing it, making a crisp sound.

"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, there will be another two days of class, and it would be great if we can do this every week." Ye Chen bit down a piece of re-steamed braised pork, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Hey, it's softer than yesterday , it seems to be... more delicious."

"It would be better if you put some dried plums in it." Wan Qing picked up the bowl and took a sip of the greasy porridge made by the meatballs. "It should last longer."

"Anyway, it's winter, even if you don't put dried plums, you can keep them for a long time."

"Ah."