Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life - Chapter 81

    The South High Speed ​​Rail Station, approaching the Spring Festival, was bustling with people traveling.

    The train started quietly and galloped towards the distance. Qin Yuan sat silently in his seat, watching the scenery outside gradually change from a city to a suburb, and then to a wilderness.

    At the end of the track, in the more prosperous city, there is his titular home.

    A father who has not seen each other for three months, a stepmother who is polite and estranged.

    There is also a cute little sister of ice and snow, a little baby who is just a few months old.

    He looked away from the window and took a photo of it. The winter sky in the distance is far blue, and the fields nearby are dry and yellow.

    In the QQ group and WeChat, there is a lot of excitement.

    On the first day of winter vacation, no one was in a hurry to catch up with homework, they were all chatting. Some people are recommending TV shows that they just started watching, some people are passionately arguing about who should debut in the latest talent show, and some people are crying bitterly because their parents beat their **** to bloom because of the transcript.

    He didn’t want to take a closer look at all, just clicked on the avatar of the pink peach branch, and sent a photo: “I’m in the car, the scenery is good, people are boring.”

    “Speak now, I want to hear.”

    “No, it’s too long to talk! Come back, I’ll go to your house and talk slowly.”

    Qin Yuan looked at the line, his eyes gradually softened: “Then I want to turn back now. What should I do?”

     Ruan Qingmu stared at the phone, scratching her cheeks.

    I want to ask him about the physics problem he just didn’t solve, I want to tell him a series of happy things that happened at home, and I want to talk to him about the old things I just heard and tell him Speaking of which, his father who died before he was born.

    …

    Mu Wanli pushed the door and came in, and put a small plate of sliced ​​apples on his small table: “By the way, what about your poor classmate who doesn’t have a mother? It’s a big holiday, he Dad should go home now.”

    Ruan Qingmu took a toothpick and poked an apple, and clicked: “Don’t mention it, his stepmother gave birth to a second child out of town, and his father asked him to visit his sister. I’m afraid his stepmother will bully him! “

    Mu Wanli sighed deeply: “This child’s life is really hard, compared to what you have. Or, after returning, if he has no place to eat, you ask him to come to us

    Have a friend? “

     Ruan Qingmu was taken aback: “Ah? No need?”

    Where does Qin Yuan have no place to eat? He eats at least four dishes and one soup at a time.

    Besides, it was inconvenient to come home. He wanted to go to Qin Yuan’s place, and he was always thinking about going to Qin Yuan’s gym to play sandbags.

    Mu Wanli said angrily: “Why are you so ignorant? Didn’t you say that your grades depended on him to help you tutor? I didn’t thank him, come and have a meal What’s wrong with the rice, a child without a mother!”

    The mother and son were chatting when Ruan Qingmu’s WeChat flashed again.

    “I’m here.” The person on the opposite side sent a new photo of a crowded platform when the train arrived at the station, “My dad is waiting for me at the exit and will contact you later. “

    Ruan Qingmu finally felt a little happy: “Okay, you go!”

    His **** dad finally didn’t lose his conscience, and at least he came to pick up his son whom he hadn’t seen for a long time?

    Ruan Qingmu reluctantly turned off the phone, thought for a while, and suddenly said: “Mom, when he comes, you make pot stickers for him. He ate me last time. I brought it, and my greedy teeth have fallen out.”

    Mu Wanli grinned: “You ask him to come, I’ll make him a pan!”

    …

    As soon as Qin Yuan got down to the underground parking lot, his dad’s car was already parked at the promised exit.

    Rough Mercedes-Benz off-road amg, never seen in the garage at home before, it looks like his dad’s new ride in city y.

    The materials are high-end, and the rear bumper is particularly thick, which looks more secure than ordinary luxury cars.

    It seems that since the incident when I was a child, the family car has always been this style. Qin Yuan didn’t want to think about it, but he couldn’t help but think of it.

    Qin Zhufeng sat in the back row and eagerly opened the door for his son: “Come on, is it cold outside?”

    Qin Yuan got into the car: “It’s not cold, there is heating in the carriage and in the station, and you get off the parking lot after exiting the gate.”

    Qin Zhufeng is just over forty years old, looks exactly like Qin Yuan, has a very handsome and mature face, and is also a personable demeanor that kills all beings in a financial magazine.

    He watched Qin Yuan sit down, hurriedly unfastened the seat belt for him, fastened his son with his own hands, took out a jar from the car incubator next to him, opened the lid eagerly, and handed it to Qin Yuan.

    “Fill up your stomach first, then go home and eat a big meal.” He said earnestly, “Your aunt Wei Zhang Luo’s chicken shredded abalone porridge, knowing you are coming, let the maid early in the morning People have boiled, and I just came out of the pot when I came.”

    Qin Yuan took the spoon and slowly scooped it into his mouth, looking at his father’s expectation

    Eyes, nods: “Well, auntie bothered, it’s delicious.”

    The ingredients are all excellent, and the taste is really good.

    Qin Zhufeng was obviously relieved, and patted his shoulder with relief: “It’s good to eat, eat more! Studying is so hard, nutrition must keep up.”

    Qin Yuan has sent him the latest final report card, which is as impressive as ever. As a father, he has almost never “worried” about him.

    Household appliances, mattresses and beddings are all brand new, and they are placed and laid out meticulously.

    He closed the door, took off his clothes, put on comfortable home clothes, and sat beside the bed.

    (“”initials) update by hand

    After a while, he lay on his back on the big bed behind him, staring blankly at the empty and luxurious bedroom.

    Suddenly, he grabbed his phone and clicked on WeChat.

     Ruan Qingmu’s WeChat already has several lines: “Is little sister having fun? Hurry up and send me a photo to see.”

    “What did you have for dinner? Show you what my mom made tonight—”

    Five or six photos of home-cooked dishes are posted below. The colors are attractive and well-matched.

    After another half an hour, probably after the meal was over, another person spoke: “My mother said, I asked you to come to dinner when you have time, thank you for helping me make up the class. Gee, she thought you It’s a poor little boy who no one cares about, and said he would make pot stickers for you to eat.”

    After a few more minutes, a sullen message finally came: “Then I’ll do my homework first, come back to me when you see it.”

    “Dr. Gong, was there anything wrong with the psychological test you asked me to do last time?”