Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

The sun came in from the gap of the large curtain of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, moved slowly, and hit the pillow.

Qin Yuan frowned and half-opened his eyes in pain. There are European-style wrought iron chandeliers hanging from the ceiling above, and the walls are plain wallpaper, everything is familiar and modern.

He quietly stretched out his hand and poked downwards, his face suddenly flushed.

A wet piece with a very faint special smell.

I often have normal physiological phenomena when I wake up in the morning, but it has never been as severe as it is now. With a light touch, you can also feel the heat and hardness that have never been seen before.

He closed his eyes angrily, put the quilt back on, gritted his teeth and reached under. …There is a certain person in my mind, one moment he is smiling lazily at himself in school, and another moment is the playful expression of wearing brocade clothes and holding a long sword in a dream.

Also, the completely unfamiliar look in the dream last night. When the mouth opened, the watery peach eyes looked up from below, with a secret and unspeakable teasing.

After a long time, his tense body trembled suddenly, and he slowly relaxed under the quilt.

He slowly rolled to the side, found brand new **** from the bedside table, rolled over and got out of bed, and approached the bathroom.

Dense water sprayed from the thermostatic faucet, rushing on his smooth body, and slid down the graceful back.

He closed his eyes and rinsed silently for a long time. When he opened his eyes by chance, he saw himself in the sperm on the vanity next to him.

The color is red with bloodshot eyes. As soon as he lowered his head, water droplets continued to drip down his wet hair. He stared blankly at himself in the mirror, staring at the red "color" birthmark brought by the mother's womb on his chest.

The warm water hit there, as if it was going to scald the flesh, it was slightly painful, and the color seemed to be even more red than before.

He sighed slightly and leaned against the tile behind him, his back was cold and his chest was hot.

It was like in a dream, with cold rocks and wetlands under her body, and the fiery breath of that young man on her body. …

When he came out of the bathroom, he realized that it was already past nine in the morning.

, and finally fell asleep for a while.

When I came downstairs, everyone else in the family had breakfast. Wei Qinglian was holding the newborn baby in the living room to tease. When he saw him coming down, he hurriedly shouted to the kitchen: "Quick, help the little one. Yuan warms up the breakfast."

As the New Year is approaching, Qin Zhufeng has more entertainment in his business and went out early in the morning, leaving only Wei Qinglian and the children at home.

The servant in the kitchen hurriedly agreed, and soon served the warm breakfast. The Chinese-style three-fresh steamed dumplings, mushrooms and lean pork xiaolongbao, and eight-treasure porridge were placed on a plate. There is also a plate of Western-style ham sandwiches with fried eggs, next to a glass of imported low-fat cow "milk".

Wei Qinglian came over with the baby in her arms, sat opposite him, and smiled softly: "I don't know if your taste has changed now, so I made some. What you like to eat, just say, I will remember to ask them to do it next time."

Qin Yuan looked at her without any grudges, and felt a little embarrassed in her heart.

, The life of his stepson can be considered to be well taken care of, impeccable.

"Thank you Aunt Wei for your trouble, I can do it all." He nodded politely, his voice calmer, "In the future, I will eat what I have for breakfast at home, and I don't need to cook it for me alone."

Wei Qinglian smiled sweetly: "It doesn't matter, you eat well is the most important thing."

Qin Yuan picked it up and looked at the baby in her arms gently: "Xiaoxin's eyes are so beautiful, like mother."

Pink-carved and jade-carved children have always been soft-hearted, and when they were a few months old and chubby and lovable, although he did not like Wei Qinglian very much, he faced this The newly born little sister still loves her from the bottom of her heart.

Wei Qinglian teased the child casually, but sighed softly: "I hope to have a boy like my father."

These words are nondescript, Qin Yuan felt awkward, and had to silently bow his head to eat porridge, and said after a while: "There is no difference between girls and boys. They can continue their studies and inherit the family business. You can also participate in business management.”

He raised his head and looked at Wei Qinglian quietly, and finally decided to say a few more words: "Auntie, you love to grow flowers, cook, teach and raise children, of course it's good. But Siquan and Xiaoxin, there are many of them. There is a path to choose from, whether it is parents or elder brothers, all they have to do is to try their best to give them a prosperous life and a good learning environment, and then let them choose the path they want to take, instead of taking over."

Wei Qinglian lowered her head, and the corner of her lips did not know whether she was complaining or laughing at herself: "Daughter is a daughter after all, your father still expects his son to support this family. At that time, I only ask your father to watch In the face of my own flesh and blood, I am grateful for giving them more dowry."

Qin Yuan looked at her speechlessly, feeling both astonished and extremely uncomfortable, and couldn't help but blurt out: "Aunt Wei, you should watch less ancient costume palace fight dramas in the future."

These "chaotic" words she said, I am afraid that the girls in the countryside may not be able to say them, so sad and forbearing, I don't know, I thought that his brother was about to seize power" Forcing the palace, and then kicked the stepmother and sister out of the house.

You shouldn't be chatting with this woman. One moment I was a little grateful for her virtuousness, but the next moment I couldn't believe my ears, don't listen to her lines in a time-travel drama.

Wei Qinglian's face turned red, and she was about to speak. Qin Yuan hurriedly drank the last few mouthfuls of porridge and stood up: "Aunt Wei, you are busy, I'll go read a book."

Quickly walked upstairs, he closed the door and sat down at the table.

The morning sun is just right, and the phone on the table is quietly placed there. He glanced at it quickly, but didn't dare to open it.

...Fortunately, this person is not in front of you, so you don't have to look at each other face to face, otherwise, he would have no way to face his eyes, his lips.

But he was obviously afraid of anything, the phone on the table suddenly started to ring, and he sat up straight.

It's Ruan Qingmu!

He quickly grabbed the phone and looked at the picture of the caller, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Almost panicked and confused, he pressed the reject button for the first time, and then held down his temple.

—what to say? How to face that clear and familiar voice? …

In the mobile phone store, Ruan Qingmu looked at the phone that rang and hung up in surprise, and dialed again.

! ? Broken again?

"Boss, there is something wrong with your new phone, it can't get through!" He frowned, "Change one."

The boss is anxious: "How is it possible, this is all for the new machine that has just entered the New Year, you try again?"

Ruan Qingmu pressed the speakerphone and dialed it again, and sure enough, it disconnected immediately.

"Yeah, three times it will break with one beep. It's not a problem."

The boss took his cell phone and tapped a string of his own phone numbers, and immediately, his cell phone rang next to him. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Look! Okay, it's normal to call me!"

Ruan Qingmu frowned suspiciously, and dialed Fang Li's phone, and soon, the other side picked up too, with a soft voice: "Brother Ruan, are you looking for me?"

Ruan Qingmu rubbed the eyebrows: "It's okay, I'm trying a new phone, I'm hanging up, see you in the afternoon."

Qin Yuan, this big pig's hoof, what are you doing to hang up his phone! Even if there is something you can't answer, send a text message and say no?

"Okay, it's fine. It's fine." He logged into the WeChat account of the new phone, "It's 1,600 yuan, right? I bought it."

"1680!" The boss said with a bitter face, "You give me a deduction of 80 when you open your mouth, and I only earn 100 yuan from selling a mobile phone."

Ruan Qingmu sighed: "Boss, to tell you the truth, I didn't ask for this money from my family, I earned it all by myself working hard."

The boss squinted at him: "What kind of work are you doing?"

Ruan Qingmu said with a sad face: "Wear strange clothes, stand for thousands of people to see, and beg them to buy discounted things."

The boss slapped his thigh: "I've done it too, that's tiring!"

Ruan Qingmu looked at him in surprise: "I can't see it, boss."

With this short stature and flat and honest face, can you also bring goods live?

"Playing as a clown and handing out flyers in the mall! I also did it when I was young. After a day, my back was sore and my legs hurt. It's okay, you can pay for one thousand sixteen."

… Ruan Qingmu took the new mobile phone and happily rushed to Wenhua Street.

Yesterday's business was even hotter. Sister Rui immediately settled all three days' wages in advance. Originally it was less than 2,000, and she directly gave 2,000.

In addition to the mobile phone money, the rest is enough to get the picture frame and mount it.

As soon as I got on the bus, Qin Yuan's WeChat finally arrived: "I was chatting with my family just now, so it's inconvenient to make a phone call. It's okay now."

Ruan Qingmu leaned comfortably on the seat, the sun made him drowsy, and his heart was warm and peaceful, and suddenly he had an impulse and clicked on the video call.

Ruan Qingmu was a little unhappy, why did she reject him again and again!

"I bought a new phone, I'll try various functions and see if it works well, let's cooperate." He arrogantly replied, "If you don't cooperate, I'll find someone else! I'll go to Fang Fang. Let's talk about "naked"."

The screen lit up, and the video call page flashed quickly, and he picked it up with satisfaction, and frowned as soon as he saw the picture with a smile.

No wonder I didn't talk to him, it was obviously sick.

He looked at Qin Yuan, who looked haggard in the camera, and looked at his obvious blue eye circles and red blood: "Is it a cold or what? Don't take a bath if you have a cold. Ah, how come my hair is so 'moggy' in the morning, can I not be so clean? It won't be good to take a shower less in winter!"

Qin Yuan listened quietly, looked up at him occasionally, then lowered his eyes quickly, not making eye contact with him: "No, just a little headache."

Ruan Qingmu stopped talking, only after a long while said quietly: "Go and rest, hang up."

A person like Qin Yuan can't tell how tired or uncomfortable he is. Now that he says he has a headache, he must be seriously ill.

There is a high probability that the stepmother over there will not ask, and no one will really take care of it.

Qin Yuan's eyelashes trembled in the screen, and he quickly looked up at him: "Okay, when you end the live broadcast at night, I'll find you when I'm asleep."

After thinking about it for a while, he added in a low voice: "My father told me to go back after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, I plan to tell him later that I will go back after the third day of the first lunar month. ."

Ruan Qingmu said "um": "Then will your family celebrate your lunar birthday?"

The last time he was at Qin Yuan's house, he said that he was born on New Year's Eve, but now people basically celebrate their birthdays on the solar calendar, and no one remembers the birthdays on the lunar calendar that change every year.

Qin Yuan said: "No, it's all about the solar calendar."

Ruan Qingmu's mood suddenly jumped like a deer: "Then you come back, I will make up for you to celebrate your lunar birthday."

Qin Yuan's voice was soft, the sleepiness in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he regained clarity and clarity: "Well, I want to see a birthday present."

Ruan Qingmu smiled, slightly proud: "I'll go get it now."

The two looked at each other silently for a while in the video, the bus announcement sounded, Ruan Qingmu jumped out of the bus, and saw Qin Yuan about to hang up, Ruan Qingmu suddenly whispered again Calling: "Wait!"

Pedestrians in the streets around him were rushing, no one noticed, he quietly made a small gesture of love towards the screen with one hand: "Little patient, remember to take the 'medicine'."

Looking at the handsome face that quickly turned red on the screen, he quickly put the phone in his pocket, lowered his head, and pulled off the hood of the hooded sweater to cover his hot face. …

New Year's Eve has finally arrived.

Chinese red lanterns and Spring Festival couplets were arranged earlier in the Qin family's villa, and large kumquat trees and various seasonal flowers were newly purchased in the courtyard. In the courtyard, on the contrary, it looks cheerful and clean.

From early in the morning, the kitchen at home was steaming hot, Wei Qinglian instructed the servants and began to work on the annual New Year's Eve dinner.

Qin Yuan got up in the morning and didn't do the exercises in the room anymore, but accompanied Xiao Siquan to play in the snow outdoors for a while, and when he returned to the living room of the villa, it was almost noon.

It is New Year's Eve dinner here in the evening, and the meal at noon is the same as usual, with a simpler meal. He and Qin Zhufeng sat face to face, father and son chatted while eating, but Qin Yuan was a little absent-minded.

The corner of his eyes glanced at the small hall cabinet at the far end of the living room.

The local custom is to keep a small table in the living room of the home, which is usually not placed. Only during the New Year's Day will the tablets of the elders and close relatives be placed, and some simple candles and fruits are placed in front of them. Express a little sacrificial mind.

The dead see the care of their loved ones in the underworld.

Even if I moved here, it was still placed here for a few days during the Spring Festival last year. There was no big fanfare, and there was no arrangement of ashes, just a small simple tablet, which was placed with the tablets of the elders.

At this time last year, both he and his father briefly offered a few sticks of incense before dinner, and he even placed a fruit plate with his own hands.

But right now, it's empty.

It was late in the afternoon, just before dinner. It's still empty there.

Sitting on the coffee table, Qin Yuan was absent-mindedly watching the TV, his heart was empty, he finally gritted his teeth for a long time, and whispered to Qin Zhufeng next to him: "Dad, my mother's tablet...is it? Where did you put it, let me get it?"

Qin Zhufeng was stunned for a while, and finally came to his senses, and shouted a little embarrassedly: "Qinglian, Qinglian, come here!"

Wei Qinglian was wearing a velvet jacket, and her face was pink. She came over with a smile. Seeing Qin Zhufeng pointing to the blank table, she seemed surprised, and quickly smiled apologetically: "Oh, I was so busy with the New Year's Eve dinner that I forgot."

She raised her voice and called to the servant on the side: "Sister Wu, go to the storage room and bring the tablets and incense candles."

Sister Wu, the servant she had been using for several years, agreed, trotted away, and came out with a box in her hand.

For some reason, just as she walked into the living room, she suddenly stumbled on the steps and fell to the ground, and the things in her hands fell to the ground.

Incense candles, tablets, fruit trays for sacrifice, and several Buddhist scriptures all fell to the ground. One of the small tablets was split in two and lay on the cold ground.

Everyone was taken aback, Wu Ma sat on the ground and supported her waist with a cry: "Sir and Madam, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my old arms and legs are really useless... "

Qin Yuan's eyebrows twitched, ran over, and picked up the broken tablet from the ground.

The other elders are all intact, but it is his mother's. …

Qin Zhufeng ran over, his face turned blue, he lowered his waist to look at the tablet, turned his head and shouted angrily at Mrs. Wu: "What happened, I don't usually do things like this "foot!"

Wei Qinglian also hurried over, trembling her lips: "It's a big New Year's Eve, you're safe."

Glancing at the father and son, she hurriedly said to Sister-in-law Wu, "Why don't you go get the super glue? Glue on something that can be used."

Sister Wu hurriedly stood up, trembling as she was about to leave, just as she reached the entrance of the hall, Qin Yuan had already opened her mouth coldly behind her.

"You don't have to go. If you find glue to stick it on, you can break it on purpose."

Sister Wu trembled and turned back in fear: "Master, what did you say? You can't wrong people, I, I'm so old, my feet are slippery..."

Qin Yuan stared at her with cold eyes: "I didn't say you fell, you just fell 'justly'. Whoever did it will naturally know in his heart."

In Qin Zhufeng's astonished eyes, he glanced at Wei Qinglian lightly, something blocked in his heart, as if his chest was about to explode and spurt out.

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The fracture of the tablet has a slight yellow color. And the newly knocked out corners, the "exposed" section is obviously much whiter.