It’s Colder Today

Shi Yun thought he heard wrongly.

He smiled: "Jia Baoyu's first attempt at love in the clouds and rain."

Good guy, I still remember the chapter names.

Shi Yun put the "Dream of Red Mansions" in his hand back on the bookshelf, feeling ashamed for him: "The author can be mad at you."

"This means that if you want to write a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation, you must mix the purest reality into it, and you must add some realistic plots." Wei Zongying joked.

Shi Yun continued to look at his bookshelf, which contained many books.

"Wei Zongying."

Wei Cong heard her calling him and raised his head: "Huh?"

She raised her head as if looking for some book.

Shi Yun: "Is there a collection of poems? Or a collection of love poems?"

Wei Zongying put down the model parts in his hand, stood up, and repeated her words: "A collection of love poems?"

Shi Yun hummed and turned around to find that he had walked next to her. The bookshelf was originally customized according to his height, and he found the top row of books without any effort.

Wei Zongying glanced at the books on the bookshelf and pulled out a pink book from the pile. The sides of the pages were decorated with gold and the binding was careful.

He handed the book to Shi Yun: "This book is full of love poems. As for the others, there is no special collection of love poems. They are all poems collected by a poet."

Shi Yun opened the book in his hand: "I'll read this one first."

Although she said this, Wei Songying still found several books for her and placed them next to the sofa. Stacking several books together, Wei Congying saw Shi Yun who was reading. She was reading very quickly, as if she was not reading but looking for something.

However, Wei Zongying didn't say anything. After putting the book away, he continued to work on his model.

When the sour feeling came from her neck, Shi Yun happened to put down the poetry book in her hand. Judging from her expression, it seemed that the book did not meet her 'taste'.

Wei Songying put the assembled model on the display stand and after looking at it for a few times, he closed the sliding door of the display cabinet with satisfaction.

Looking at the people on the sofa, her expression was a little disappointed, not like the expression she should have when seeing an 'unsightly' book. It seemed like she was disappointed when she didn't find what she was looking for, but Wei Zongying's attention was not on her unusual expression. He saw Shi Yun's red knees.

Of course he knew why.

He walked to the sofa and placed his generous palm on top of her head: "Would you like to go to bed?"

Shi Yun raised his head, his palm brushed against Shi Yun's hair and fell on the side of her face. Another question popped into Wei Zongying's mind: "Does your knee hurt?"

It's just a little red, not very painful.

Shi Yun got up from the sofa and followed him into the bedroom again. When she was brought in for the first time, she couldn't observe it well. Now she looked around.

His bedroom is just like his living room.

There wasn't much furniture, but there was a lot of stuff.

I don’t know if it has something to do with him studying in high school in the United States. The bedroom has a bit of an American retro feel.

The projector was placed on top of a large stack of books, and on the floor were several framed puzzles, The New Yorker and Arboretum. The walnut bookshelf is half filled with books and half filled with perfumes and accessories.

There is a clean ashtray on the bedside table. The book spread out under the ashtray is Chandler's Marlowe series.

The room looks a bit messy, but there is some orderliness in the mess.

What gave Shiyun this illusion was that at least there were no dirty clothes littered in his room, or a hard sock that had lost its 'partner' and was dirty or not, shaken out from under the quilt when he was sleeping on the bed in the middle of the night.

He likes to have a lot of things at home.

Shi Yun was lying on his excessively soft bed, and the dumplings and wontons in her stomach were still bathing in the stomach acid. They might have stirred up and tumbled a few times, swimming in synchronized patterns in her stomach.

Shi Yun was already a little disappointed, but now she felt very full and couldn't sleep. She had been sleeping on a wooden bed since she was a child because it was good for her body and to maintain her posture. Of course, the school's dormitory conditions were not good enough for her to bring a Simmons. After going to school, she continued to sleep on a wooden bed. She really couldn't fall asleep for a while. .

Wei Congying played with his cell phone for a while, chatting in a group chatting with some of his friends.

Xiang Shaoyuan and Lin Fang were trapped in the bar because of the heavy rain before, and they met several beauties they were traveling with. Now that the rain stopped, they simply continued the second half with the beauties. Now they were shaking people in the group, asking if they were going there. .

Wei Zongying checked the chat history but there was no reply. Jiang Xuyang was also pretending to be dead in the group.

After finishing the chat history, he began to feel sleepy. Just as he was about to put down his phone, he heard several turning movements next to him. She was like an ant on a hot pot, tossing and turning as if the bed was scalding her butt.

"What's wrong? Are you still not honest when sleeping?" Wei Zongying looked at the battery of his mobile phone. It was full and unplugged the charger. "Do you want to charge your mobile phone?"

Shi Yun didn't play much, and the battery was still enough. After lying down no matter how hard he found a comfortable position, Shi Yun broke the jar and lay flat on his back: "Don't you think your bed is too soft? Soft beds are not good for your waist."

Wei Cong lay down flat on his pillow and laughed out loud when he heard Shi Yun's words. He lay on his side and looked at the person next to him. She gave him a side face, a face with a frown that made people think, "I feel pity for you".

Her facial features were well-proportioned. Wei Zongying looked at her and suddenly admired his correctness in striking up a conversation with Shi Yun. He laughed when she said that a soft bed was bad for the waist.

Laughing, with a bit of hesitation in his tone: "Okay, you have a say. Your knees are so red from kneeling, soon? My waist is not good?"