The charming girl who wears ancient times and wears the present

Chapter 55

The driver, Xiao Wang, sent Xia Yuan's mother and daughter to Jinshuiwan Villa, picked up the big and small bags by the way, and then went downstairs to stand by.

Xia Yuan opened the door, and walked in with Gu Mingda.

After Yan Chenglang got the house, he asked someone to make three keys, one for Xia Yuan, one for Gu Mingda, and one for himself.

Even though the sun was so strong outside, the house was pitch black. Gu Mingda held his mother's arm tightly and took out his mobile phone to light up. Xia Yuan found the light switch on the wall in the dark. When the light came on, Xia Yuan and Gu Mingda looked at each other. God, is this Chenglang's house? The house is in a mess, as if it has been robbed. The only green plant on the coffee table, the lucky bamboo, has withered and its leaves are yellow.

"Could it be that my brother is not at home?" Gu Mingda's brain opened up, "Then the thief entered the house. Mom, is the thief still in the house?"

Xia Yuan's heart tightened when she heard this, logically speaking, Xiao Lang is a person who loves cleanliness, every time she goes to the apartment, it is not clean, there is not even a hair on the floor, what is it like today? This opened her eyes, and the garbage in the kitchen stinks.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm carrying a wolf-proof sprayer." Gu Mingda touched the bag on the back as he said, fortunately, his father secretly stuffed some wolf-proof sprayer into the bag every time she went out. And so on, usually she is always disgusted in various ways, but she didn't expect to be so hot at the critical moment.

Xia Yuan hummed. She is not as simple-minded as her daughter. What is the use of anti-wolf spray?
Suddenly, the door creaked open, Xia Yuan and Gu Mingda lowered their footsteps and their hearts beat faster. Gu Mingda had already taken out the anti-wolf sprayer from his backpack and held it in his hand in case he needed it from time to time.

Yan Chenglang, who was holding a cup to pour water, belatedly noticed that the hall was brightly lit. He had been typing for nearly 12 hours. After sending Bisi home safely, he locked himself in the room. , Started to write a new story, originally thought that it would be like a while ago, I would always write halfway and then I couldn’t write any more. Kawenka was going to die, but he didn’t want this taboo fake brother-sister stalk, but he wrote it with gusto and completely forgot Biological needs, he only knew to keep typing on the keyboard until he was so thirsty that he felt his throat was burning, so he couldn't help getting up to get water to drink, but then he saw Xia Yuan and Gu Mingda huddled in the corner. Take a look at the west.

Yan Chenglang hurriedly put down his cup and fled in a hurry, er, damn it, his mother and Xiaoqi saw such a bearded appearance, so ashamed!
Although he doesn't need to go out and dress up like a woman, his image in front of his family has always been clean and tidy, but...

Yan Chenglang put on a gray T-shirt indiscriminately, and his ears were red. Recently, he had a lot of things. He gradually developed lazy cancer, and he was not diligent in cleaning the house. He often forgot to eat. If he was hungry, he would make a bowl of Master Kong. Seafood noodles are too spicy for him, so he likes the seafood noodles under the Master Kong brand very much. Compared with other noodles, the taste is much lighter.

After shaving, Yan Chenglang tidied himself up, and opened the door refreshed, but his throat was very thirsty today, very dry.

I was so surprised to see my mother and Xiaoqi just now, my face suddenly smoked, and now the residual temperature has not subsided, alas.

"Mom, was that my brother just now?" Gu Mingda Lei arrived, but he hadn't recalled the unshaven man with disheveled hair like a chicken coop, but his face looked like Yan Chenglang's. It completely overturned the gentle and handsome brother in her memory. Image, but, uh, even if her brother is sloppy like a beggar, she still feels a sense of depression and beauty, uh, there must be something wrong with her aesthetics.

Xia Yuan chuckled, fortunately Xiao Lang's house was not attacked by thieves, she took out the food in the insulated box, first took a rag to wipe the dusty table, Gu Mingda saw this, quickly took the garbage bag, Cleaning up the instant noodle box on the table, and mopping the floor with a mop, huh, my little body sweated a lot.

"Xiaoqi, all writers are like this. When starting a word, they are like a robot filled with oil. Unless the oil is out, otherwise as long as he has a story in his mind, he will keep writing and writing." Xia Xia Yuan wiped the table again, her daughter's ten fingers were not stained with amniotic fluid, the table was not cleaned at all, but the smart Xia Yuan didn't criticize, if she said Xiao Qi, why did you wipe the floor so dirty, mother should do it, Over time, the daughter will get used to it, and she must always cultivate a love for labor in her daughter.

Seeing Yan Chenglang's scruffy appearance today, Xia Yuan couldn't help but think of Xia Yu, and sighed in his heart, Sister Xia Yu, have you seen Xiao Lang in Tianzhiling? He loves writing as much as you do. Day and night are reversed, black and white are indistinguishable.

When LS was dying, Xia Yu edited a text message and sent it to her in France, expressing her poetic sentiments about her first half of her life, entrusting her to take care of Cheng Lang when she was in the capital, and finally said She regrets that she didn't finish writing the half-written "Spring Thunder". A hard-working writer, when her novels are serialized in the monthly magazine, she always makes readers wait and see the stars and the moon, but she is a good and responsible writer, and she will not forget to write half of the novels even after she dies.

It is a pity that she died young! !

Yan Chenglang came out, touched his handsome nose with his pure white fingers, with a slight blush on his gentle and handsome face, he called shyly, "Mom, Xiao Qi!"

Damn, he actually felt so shy, uh uh, what should I do?

"Cheng Lang, sit down quickly, and fill your stomach with the soup first, you don't take care of your body when you write a novel." Xia Yuan quickly filled a bowl of soup for Yan Chenglang, stared at Yan Chenglang, picked up a spoon and drank it After that, I started to mutter, "You said you are a real kid, and it's not that you can't cook, why do you eat instant noodles every day? Even if you are lazy and don't want to cook, there are many restaurants downstairs, you can order takeout what!

Gu Mingda stuck out his tongue at Yan Chenglang, turned his big round eyes, as if he was saying "Look, look, let's tell you not to eat obediently, mother must miss you."

In fact, Xia Yuan is completely a noble lady on the outside. Back then, she was a well-known figure in the circle of ladies in the capital. She was always surrounded by a group of suitors. The praise of her, and she herself is that silence is golden.

Unexpectedly, after becoming a mother, Xia Yuan changed from noble, cold, glamorous and silent to a nagging old woman, "If you don't want to go downstairs to eat restaurants, you don't need to order takeaway, I will find you a meeting." The nanny who cooks, takes care of your food and daily life..."

After Yan Chenglang took a sip of the soup, he picked up a piece of tomato scrambled eggs and said slowly: "The cabbage tofu soup and tomato scrambled eggs made by my mother are the best."

Xia Yuan's series of words were completely aborted, "Xiao Lang..." Xia Yuan choked up and couldn't speak. She finally understood why Xiao Lang liked to eat cabbage tofu soup and tomato scrambled eggs so much. When she and Gu Yan went to Xia's house to pay homage to Xia Yu, she saw Yan Chenglang who was sitting silently on the table eating biscuits. She immediately went to the kitchen and made him simple tomato scrambled eggs and cabbage tofu soup. It's the only dish she knows how to cook, and it doesn't look good. She dragged Xiao Lang away from letting him eat it, but Xiao Lang finished the broken bean curd dregs soup in a hurry, saying that it was something he had eaten before. The best soup immediately brought tears to her eyes, pestering Gu Yan hoping to adopt poor Xiao Lang together.

"That's right," Xia Yuan couldn't help but patted her head, stood up hastily, and picked up her handbag, "I'll go to the nearby supermarket to buy some tomatoes, cabbage and tofu, Xiaoqi, just watch your brother finish his meal obediently. Let him secretly go to code."

Yan Chenglang, who was drinking the soup, was embarrassed, and he didn't know why the more he drank the soup, the more thirsty he felt. His throat was dry, and when he touched the cup next to him, he gulped it down. Eh, obviously he didn't go to pour water, but the cup There was water in the cup, and when he looked up, he saw Gu Mingda pouring a bottle of mineral water into his cup, and felt a little guilty, why did he speak so harshly about Xiao Qi last time?

"Brother, your face is so red!!" Gu Mingda squinted his eyes and looked at Yan Chenglang carefully. Alas, my brother worked too hard. For the sake of coding, there was no boiling water at home. It's all empty and nothing, but fortunately, Dad always stuffs water in her bag, heatstroke medicine and other miscellaneous things.

Yan Chenglang's face became even redder, his mouth was dry, and even his mind was in a daze. He was in a daze. Could it be that he coded for nearly 12 hours in a row, was he stupid?

He seemed a little weak, his pale lips were a little dry, there was a burst of white skin around the corners of his mouth, his charming eyes were listless, and he looked very tired.

Gu Mingda couldn't help reaching out to touch Yan Chenglang's forehead, and then reached out to touch his own forehead. It seemed that his brother's temperature was hotter than his own. Could it be that his brother was sick.

She simply pressed her head against Yan Chenglang's forehead to measure the temperature, holding his arm tightly with her two small hands, and said to herself: "It seems that I really have a fever."

"Xiao Qi," Yan Chenglang felt his whole body was scorching hot, and he could clearly see his sister's smooth and delicate skin when he lowered his eyes, and her pink lips were like a delicate little cherry, which made him unable to resist rolling his Adam's apple up and down.When he realized his emotions, Yan Chenglang cursed shamefully, and stretched out his hand to push his sister away, but his whole body was limp and powerless.

He only felt that his brain was as fuzzy as a paste, and only then did he realize that he really had a fever.

Gu Mingda supported Yan Chenglang on the sofa, dumped the contents of his backpack on the floor, and groped with his little hands. This is heatstroke medicine, that is cold medicine, oh, dad is so considerate, he even prepared a thermometer and antipyretics .

"Brother, brother, you really have a fever." Like a little doctor, Gu Mingda clamped the thermometer under Yan Chenglang's armpit, then carefully looked at the temperature on the thermometer, and said anxiously: "38.9 degrees!"

(End of this chapter)