Slowly Falling For Changkong

Xiang Changkong didn't know how Wang Wang told Xu Lian exactly, so that she was so worried that she found her own home. He looked at Xu Lian and said to her, "My injury is really okay, don't take it to heart. There is also no need for compensation."

Xu Lian has never been close to anyone since she was little, and she has never owed any kind of humanity. Only in the matter of going to the sky, she has been restless. He was injured because of himself, and because he received a complaint. In her opinion, it is reasonable to compensate him for his loss. But she repeatedly stated that she didn't need it, and she didn't want to increase the burden on him: "Well, but you need to remember to rub this medicinal liquor."

"Ok, I know."

There was a silence between the two for a while, Xu Lian said, "Then I'm gone."

She turned to open the door and got into the car. Xiang Changkong stood in the basketball court and watched her car slowly drive out of the community before going upstairs.

In his hand was the bottle of medicinal liquor that Xu Lian had just given him. This was not the bottle that Xu Lian used to help him in the lounge last time. This bottle is brand new and unopened.

Looking at the bottle of medicinal wine to Changkong, a burst of warmth burst into his heart, as if the sun was blowing.

Xu Lian is so good, she should be treated well, not like him ... have some dirty ideas for her.

When he returned home, he just closed the door, and Xiang Nuan took the mobile phone. A wind blew across him: "Brother, I just watched Sina's Weibo. An accident happened in her store last week. The takeaway brother helped her, it's you! "

She raised the screen of her mobile phone in front of Changkong, and when she raised her eyes towards Changkong, she saw her back photo.

"I didn't help her ..."

"Thank you for posting Weibo to no one!" In these matters, Xiang Nuan has never been so foolish. She looked at Xiang Changkong and smiled more and more ambiguous: "Brother, it turns out that your injury is a hero to save the beauty, worth it! Am I about to have a bitch?"

Xiang Changkong: "..."

He rubbed his head toward the warm little head of melon and walked into the room: "What are you thinking about all day and night, study hard?"

"What are you running, aren't you shy?"

"I put medicinal wine, you go to wash your hands and prepare to eat." Said to Chang Kong, but his pace sped up involuntarily. Back in his room, he put the medicinal liquor on the table, and saw a paper cup on the table.

This should be the paper cup she used when Xu Lian just came. Picking up the paper cup to Changkong, ready to clean it, but saw the red lip print on the edge of the paper cup.

... The boiling water in the paper cup seemed to boil again, and it made Xiang Changkong feel a little hot.

He remembered Xu Lian's pair of water and spirits, soft, always tempting his lips.

He really wasn't saved.

He took the paper cup to the kitchen, drained the water from it, and threw it into a trash can.

Prepare the rest of the dishes, greet the sky to his mother and Xiang Nuan to eat. Stir-fried lettuce with a pair of chopsticks in the warmth. The expression changed immediately after being fed into the mouth.

She put down her chopsticks, took herself a large glass of water, and drank in one breath.

Xiang Changkong thought her reaction was too exaggerated. She also tasted a piece of lettuce, and then frowned. "Cough, it's really salty."

"Isn't it a bit, I suspect you've poured a whole bag and it's too salty!"

"..." This is really exaggerated. He pulled the lettuce aside and told Xiang Nuan his mother: "Don't eat this first, I will try to rescue it at night."

Xiang Nuan took another glass of water, walked back to the dining table and sat down: "I'm afraid I won't be able to come back. Fortunately, Miss Sister did not stay to eat today."

Xiang Changkong: "..."

Xiang Nuan picked up the chopsticks again, sandwiched a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, and carefully tasted: "Huh-this sweet and sour pork ribs are still normal."

Xiang Changkong said: "I just fried a phoenix phoenix, and the other dishes should be fine."

Xiang Nuan thoughtfully "Oh" and said, "So it's your sister who scared you like this?"

"... No, I just accidentally put in more salt." Xiang Changkong finished, what did Xiang Nuan want to say, and put another rib in her bowl. "You like sweet and sour pork, more Eat something. "

Xiang Nuan rubbed his ribs while watching him.

It's nasty.

Maybe she really has a bitch?

After Xu Lian left Xiangchang's home, she drove back to Xingguang Park. Zhang Guoer was sitting at the checkout counter on the first floor and looking at the store. When she saw that she was back so soon, she stood up unexpectedly: "Boss, are you coming back now?"

Holding the car key in his hand, Xu Lian stepped on the heels and said, "Well, I'll be back when I'm done."

Zhang Guo'er blinked, and asked her very upright: "What should I do?"

Xu Lian said: "Take him the medicine."

Zhang Guoer: "..."

that's it? ?

You're afraid you're not teasing me.

Xu Lian went to the lounge, and her lunch at noon was still on the table, but it was cold. She picked up the lunch and explained to Zhang Guoer, "I'll borrow a microwave next door."

Zhang Guoer was stunned: "You haven't eaten yet?" So you really just sent me a medicine? ?

Xu Lian said: "Yeah, I'll be right back."

Zhang Guoer: "..."

Maybe she's still too young, and she doesn't understand in the adult world.

However, she found out that after Xu Lian went to Xiang Changkong's house, she felt better than the previous two days.

At this point, Xu Lian herself didn't have much consciousness. She made an order for a while in the afternoon, and when she was tired, she took the mobile phone and planned to rest. Opening the mobile browser, she thought for a while, and entered the word "flying power" in the search box.

The search results popped up a lot, but it was a bit messy. She sifted it, and finally focused on the words "aircraft design".

"Aircraft design ...?" She murmured again, pasting these five words into the search box again.

"'Aircraft Design' is a second-level discipline belonging to the first-level discipline 'Aeronautics and Astronautics Science and Technology ...'" Xu Lian read this somewhat stubborn word, and her expression followed with a serious look. Is Xiangchangkong learning about aircraft design?

She looked down and wrote that the best university in China for this major is A City University of Technology. This is a key university in China, Xiang Changkong ... Will it be graduated from A & T University?

Perhaps the average person would not associate a takeaway brother with a senior student in a key college, but Xu Lian wouldn't be surprised if he told Changkong that he graduated from A-Tech University.

She didn't know why.

She read a lot of relevant information about aircraft design on the Internet, including the status quo of this major and students' complaints about this major. It is actually a relatively common phenomenon that the majors are not the same after graduation from university. Many students in this major also switch to the more popular finance or IT industry for various reasons.

But Xiang Changkong is not the same as them. Why did he switch to ... the takeaway industry?

Xu Lian frowned slightly, and her fingers slipped again. The following is a postgraduate admissions information from the First Aircraft Research Institute of A City.

Now is the time for uniform registration for graduate students. Xu Lian paid a subconscious attention to it. The deadline is on the 31st of this month.

Six days left.

Since she picked up her phone, Zhang Guoer has been watching her downstairs. She took a pen and wrote down in the book: "The boss doesn't know what happened, and my mood is down again. My life experience for so many years tells me that this disease is called love."

On the other side, Xiang Changkong helped Xiang Nuan with his homework for a while, then went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Xiang Nuan researched for a while, and it didn't take long for Xiang Changkong to tell her to go out to eat.

She went to the living room and looked around at the dinner table. The failed stir-fried Phoenix tail at noon was made into a lettuce soup by Xiang Changkong, and some fans were added to it.

Xiang Changkong used the largest bowl in the house, filled with a large bowl. Xiang Nuan sighed, and said to Changkong: "Did you still have a meal after drinking this?"

"..." Xiang Changkong said, "If you don't add so much soup, it won't be too salty."

……Ok.

After trying this bowl of soup, Xiang Nuan thought that her brother will always be her brother.

She has to admit that Xiang Changkong is really smart, and even when studying, he always does better than others. Take cooking for example. Since her mother was sick, the meals at home were all made to Changkong. When she first ate something made to Changkong, she was really surprised.

She thought it was more delicious than what her mother made.

Another example is today's stir-fried Phoenix tail. At noon, she thought it was not saved, but she turned it into a delicious soup at night. Xiang Nuan drank two large bowls and hit three full meals.

...... His brother is raising pigs.

"No, I have to stand for half an hour first." Touching Nuan's belly, he walked back to his room and stood against the wall. After finishing the table to Changkong, after his mother took a shower, he went to take a shower himself.

Put on pajamas and come out of the bathroom, sitting in his bed on the sky, watching the bottle of medicinal wine Xu Lian gave him. Do not know how long, he finally opened the medicine bottle, and poured some on his palm.

He remembers the techniques that Xu Lian taught him before. He learned Xu Lian's appearance, and massaged gently on the bruise of his knee.

He has been rubbing medicine these days, and his injuries are slowly improving. The bruise on my knees looked scary, but it didn't really hurt.

The medicated wine where it was massaged began to play a role, and gradually became hot. This hot feeling reminded him of being in the lounge that day, and Xu Lian's hands were stuck to his skin like this, and he rubbed them little by little. Her hands were small and soft, and the areas she touched burned little by little like a fire ...

Stopped suddenly against the sky.

He fell to the bed behind him, covering his face with his arms.

What was he thinking?

He's really, more and more dazed.