TTCTT Ch51part3

The boss said with satisfaction, “Well done, I can’t find anything wrong.”

He put down the question with a smile and looked at Zhu Chi with appreciation: “Which school are you from?”

Zhu Chi said, “Jiasheng.”

The boss smiled: “That’s a famous school. Sure enough, you are unusual.”

The original owner’s little wives were obviously shocked.

Is Zhu Chi’s study actually getting better now? !

The boss gave the book to Zhu Chi for free according to the agreement and wrapped it in a bag, so Zhu Chi took it with him.

Passers-by saw that someone really got the book for free, and they also came to try it. For a time, more people surrounded the bookstore door.

When Zhu Chi was leaving with a set of physics questions, a girl who talked about him suddenly stopped him.

“Zhu Chi, can you add my contact information?”

“I’m sorry for what I said just now.”

Zhu Chi looked at her in a daze and just said something. At the moment, an arm lazily circled his neck and whispered, “Xiaochi, long time no see.”

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhu Chi turned his face with joy, and it was Song Chenyi’s handsome face that greeted him.

He hadn’t seen him for a few days, and he seems to have changed his charm. His side face is very handsome, his jawline is sharp and smooth, his nose is high and his facial features are very three-dimensional, which is very eye-catching in the crowd.

Song Chenyi doesn’t look like a child who was raised by rich parents anymore.

His eyes rested on the girl who asked Zhu Chi for his contact. His eyes were dark. Although he was still smiling, somehow it was scary.

The girl was shocked and nervously took back her mobile phone.

Song Chenyi and was about to leave with Zhu Chi when Zhuchi was stopped by the people behind him.

The boss said to Zhu Chi, “You are very good. To which university are you planning to go?”

Zhu Chi said, “I’m planning on A.”

The boss smiled: “I happen to be a freshman, and I just started my freshman year. If you come, you may get to be my junior.”

The kind of fate is really not shallow, and Zhu Chi’s face also showed a happy smile.

Song Chenyi looked at the interaction between the two people. His fingers tightened, and it took a lot of effort to pretend that it didn’t happen.

Facts have proved that he is still hostile to anyone who may take away Zhu Chi.

In fact, it will never change.

On the way back, perhaps there was one more person to accompany him. Zhu Chi obviously feel much better than when Song Chenyi came. He asked Song Chenyi curiously, “Speaking of which, why did you come here?”

Song Chenyi rubbed Zhu Chi’s head and answered simply: “To eat dumplings.”

Zhu Chi: “That simple?”

Song Chenyi: “That simple.”

Zhu Chi doesn’t believe it.

Song Chenyi came from a rich family, so he didn’t have to come here just so he could eat dumplings

He reached for his bag with the problem set in Zhu Chi’s hand and said, “I told Aunt Yang before I came.”

When Song Chenyi went home with Zhu Chi, Yang Xuan and Zhu Chi’s grandmother looked very surprised and greeted him very warmly.

Zhu Chi wondered, is he the only one kept in the dark?

Grandma knew how much the Song family cared for Zhu Chi and his mother, so she clearly had a good impression on the handsome boy.

That evening, Zhu Chi cooked a bowl of steaming dumplings for Song Chenyi.

Grandma also cooked her specialty dishes, and the fragrance spread far away, even the neighbors passed by and praised it.

Yang Xuan is agood cook now, and a large part of it is due to her mother.

Zhu Chi understands that it is no wonder that grandma bought so many ingredients yesterday.

So they all know.

Zhu Chi asked her mother why Song Chenyi didn’t tell him. Yang Xuan smiled and said, “Surprise is interesting.”

Zhu Chi used to entertain Song Chenyi with better things, and tried taking him out for a meal with his own pocket money, but Song Chenyi seemed to be interested in this and stubbornly ate what Zhu Chi made himself.

The dumplings stuffed with pork and cabbage were bitten openly. They’re fresh and tender, and Song Chenyi ate very politely.

Looking at Song Chenyi, Zhu Chi always feels that today’s Song Chenyi is a little different from usual.

But what is the difference?

Song Chenyi’s smile on his face is very gentle. One minute he tells his grandmother that his food is very good, and the next he praises Grandma Chi’s house for looking very warm. He likes it very much.

He shines everywhere like a little sun, and everyone who talks to him smiles from ear to ear.

Zhu Chi suddenly realized that he finally knew what was wrong.

Song Chenyi’s mouth is too sweet!

Zhu Chi was shocked to see Song Chenyi easily coaxing all his family members so openly. It turned out that he still had a versatile side.

The more grandma looked at Song Chenyi, the more she liked him. She smiled and said, “If only our Xiaochi was a girl, maybe we could book a young marriage with you.”

Zhu Chi almost choked.

However, grandma soon realized that her words might offend Song Chenyi, and threw cold water on herself: “However, if you get married, you are already suitable to anyone you wish.”

At that time, Song Chenyi, who was eating dumplings, suddenly said, “In fact, there is no traditional concept of having to be door-to-door in my family.”

Song Chenyi’s words are said at a time, but Zhu Chi doesn’t understand why they are so meaningful. It is as if he is just ordering a young marriage proposal with Zhu Chi.

It must be an illusion.

Zhu Chi looked up at Song Chenyi.

He knew that Song Chenyi really didn’t care about his family background, otherwise, he wouldn’t be friends with him for so long.

Grandma looked at the reaction of the two of them and quietly inserted a topic: “Yes, those are traditional and old ideas. Now young people don’t have so many rules when they are together. If they like it, they don’t care.” By the way, Xiao Song, how do the dumplings Xiaochi made taste? ”

The dumplings in Song Chenyi’s bowl are already half empty, and he said, “Well, it’s delicious.”

After dinner, Zhu Chi took Song Chenyi to the street for a stroll and helped him to digest food.

Needless to say, there are still many different places between a small land and a big city. The buildings in the city are not as high, but the night is so lively still.

However, there are many stars in the night, and the wind is very comfortable on the face, which can make people feel an escape from the noise.

As soon as the Spring Festival is over, Zhu Chi also began to pack up and prepare to go home with Song Chenyi.

Grandma’s house has no extra room at home, so at night, Song Chenyi will sleep in a room with Zhu Chi.

Although Zhu Chi has been back for a long time, his room has been cleaned up very well by his grandmother, which is not bad from the previous appearance. There are words engraved by him when he was a child on the wooden table, and there are traces of crayons on the wall when he was a child.

Grandma said that Zhu Chi was naughty when he was a child. She used to lift Zhu Chi by the back collar and spank him.

Speaking of it, Song Chenyi looked at her in disbelief.

His little darling can’t do it. He can’t believe there’s a side to Zhu Chi.

There are dozens of photos in Zhu Chi’s photo collection.

Grandma said that at that time, the family also photographed him and wanted to find it for Song Chenyi, but Zhu Chi stopped it quickly to prevent the tragedy.

While Zhu Chi breathed a sigh of relief, he also found out how long it took Song Chenyi to arrive at his grandmother’s house and quickly established a good relationship with everyone in the room.

Zhu Chi’s grandmother, in particular, would even show Song Chenyi private photos of him being spanked when he was a child.

Although the person who was beaten was not himself but the original owner, the black history is now his own responsibility, and Zhu Chi was filled with embarrassment.

Looking at Song Chenyi talking and laughing with his grandmother, Zhu Chi took advantage of it in not worrying about society.

He followed suit.

After washing in the evening, Song Chenyi pushed open the door and came to Zhu Chi’s room.

Zhu Chi has changed his pajamas and is kneeling on the bed to help Song Chenyi set the quilt.

Or the quilt of strawberry pudding, pink and tender.

Zhu Chi’s grandmother bought it, and no one dared to say that he disliked it.

As soon as Song Chenyi wants to cover the quilt, Zhu Chi can’t help laughing, and the dimples on his face have exposed his thoughts.

Song Chenyi and Zhu Chi seem to be good, but in fact, they are also hiding their ideas.

Because they slept in a bed when they were young, the volume is relatively small. So when two people sleep, they will be very close to each other for non-subjective factors.

Song Chenyi still visited the place where Zhu Chi lived as a child. Although it was just a very ordinary small room, which was much smaller than his bedroom.

But he is still full of interest as if staying here can make up for the missing time he lost with Zhu Chi.

He can’t control the elephant. Zhu Chi, who used to be so small, used to nest in this room. He could see what he did, and what he was worried about.

Perhaps it was because he really observed it too carefully, when he noticed that some words were written in a corner of the wall.

Xiao Hua is my first wife.

Er Niu is my second wife.

…

Xia Xiao is my sixth wife.

It seems very regrettable to write a sentence like this after but- he is a boy, and he is no longer my wife.

At first glance, Zhu Chi wrote it when he was still young. All the difficult words were replaced by Pinyin, and some of them were even written wrong!

Song Chenyi suddenly realized that what Xia Xiao said that day might be true.

Zhu Chi was looking at the problem set that he had gotten for free today. Suddenly, he saw Song Chenyi staring at something on the wall. He was a little curious, so he leaned over and asked, “What are you looking at?”

When he saw those things on the wall, he suddenly froze and the expression on his face was somewhat unpredictable.

Zhu Chi feels petrified. When the wind blows, he can annihilate the fly ash on the spot.

He didn’t look at Song Chenyi’s expression, feeling that his neck was already stiff.

It’s over! It’s exposed! It’s all exposed!

Before Song Chenyi spoke, Zhu Chi stammered, “I wrote it when I was a child ……”