leaving marks

Chapter 8

Wen Wenyao asked Song Wenran if he wanted to be a security guard at the school all the time. Song Wenran's answer was of course "no", but Song Wenran himself couldn't predict how long this process would last.

Summer has passed, and autumn is a comfortable season. At least Song Wenran will no longer be sweating profusely when he is standing guard at the school gate.

In fact, the school is not so strict about the security guard station, but every time Song Wenran stands on the guard post, he will unconsciously recall those days in the army. He will subconsciously close his legs and straighten his back. If people disturb you, you can stand still for hours.

A silver-white Mercedes-Benz convertible sports car was stopped by the automatic gear lever at the gate, stopped at the school gate and began to honk its horn manically.

Song Wenran went up to ask as usual. He stood outside the car door, bent down and talked to the people inside through the car window: "Do you have a pass?"

The school is located in an urban area. In order to prevent outsiders from coming in and parking at will and affecting the students' study and life order, the school stipulates that all vehicles must show their passes to travel together.

Sitting in the driver's seat of the sports car is a very young teenager, and the co-pilot is a beautiful girl.Wearing sunglasses, the boy said impatiently to Song Wenran, "I don't need that thing, open the door quickly."

It was not the first time Song Wenran had seen such a person, so he said calmly: "The school stipulates that vehicles without a pass are not allowed to enter."

"Tsk!" The young man raised his hand and pushed the sunglasses to the top of his head, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes. He said, "Do you know who I am? I am Bai Ziqi, the son of Bai Chong. Open the door quickly."

Song Wenran has naturally heard the name Bai Chong before. Whether this young man is Bai Chong's son is not important to him. The only thing he needs to know is whether the other party has a pass, so he replied: "Since it is Bai Chong, Eldest son, please show your pass first."

Bai Ziqi said angrily, "Are you sick? I didn't bring my pass, why? You won't be allowed in?"

Song Wenran said: "I'm sorry, no one is allowed to enter without a pass."

Bai Ziqi laughed angrily, "Okay! You are amazing!"

The girl sitting in the co-pilot chimed in and said, "Brother Security, is it necessary to be so serious? If you don't believe me, just call Dean Bai and ask."

Song Wenran smiled at her, "Excuse me, you can go get the pass, or call the security captain, and I will let you go immediately after he informs you."

The girl bumped Bai Ziqi with her elbow, "Call your dad."

Bai Ziqi didn't know what he was thinking, so he avoided the girl and said, "Forget it, let's go first."

The roadster turned around, and before leaving, Bai Ziqi pointed at Song Wenran through the car window, "I remember you! Just wait and see!"

The next day was Song Wenran's rest day. It was rare that Wen Wenqian was in school. He had a whole day to arrange for himself, and he only needed to pick her up in the afternoon when Wenqian was out of school.

There is a Muay Thai club near home, which Song Wenran discovered by accident.He has no special hobbies. He used to be in the army, and he likes to read books and exercise in his spare time.Muay Thai was taught to him by a comrade-in-arms. At that time, when others were playing basketball, that comrade-in-arms taught him the fighting skills of Muay Thai. Later, Song Wenran began to be a little confused whether he was more interested in the sport of Muay Thai, or that sport. The people who taught him were more interested.

That day Song Wenran went to the club to fight all afternoon.

When he was resting profusely against the wall, a lean and strong figure suddenly appeared in his head. He was a little amused, and found that he could even remember a mole on the other's shoulder. At that time, he followed others Muay Thai, I don't know how long I stared at the opponent's naked upper body.

Song Wenran cooked dinner for Wen Wenqian.

After dinner, Song Wenran went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. He felt that the long sleeves of his coat were in the way, so he took off his coat and went into the kitchen wearing only a vest.

Wen Wenqian went back to her room to do her homework. She wrote less than two lines. She probably felt thirsty, so she ran into the kitchen looking for water in her slippers.

Song Wenran watched her gulp down water, and asked, "Is the food too salty?"

Wen Wenqian raised her face and shook her head.

Song Wenran is not that good at cooking, and he himself knows that the taste is not very good. It's hard for Wen Qian, a little girl, to never say anything against her.He shook the water in his hands, picked up the kettle and added half a glass of water to Wen Wenqian, and said, "Tell me if it doesn't taste good, so that you can improve next time, you know?"

I don't know if Wen Wenqian really knew, anyway, she nodded and went back to the room with the water glass in her arms.

It was still early after washing the dishes, Song Wenran dried his hands, walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, grabbed the remote control and turned on the TV.

He doesn't have any TV series to watch, and he doesn't like surfing the Internet very much. Staring at the TV is more of a way to pass the time, but what he thinks about is about the Muay Thai club.When leaving today, the club coach invited him to be a training partner, because they have a student who is going to participate in the national competition.

Song Wenran agreed at the time, but his purpose was not to be a sparring partner, and he was not even satisfied with being a coach. He hoped to save enough money to rent an office building and open his own Muay Thai classroom.

I just don't know what year and month it will take to save enough money.

Putting the remote control on the sofa, Song Wenran accidentally turned his head to find Wen Wenqian standing at the door of the room looking at him.

"Have you finished your homework?" Song Wenran asked.

Wen Wenqian nodded.

"Do you want to watch TV?" Song Wenran continued to ask, he felt that Wen Wenqian was a sensible girl who was serious about her studies, and watching TV after finishing her homework probably wouldn't have any effect.

It's just that Wen Wenqian shook her head at this moment.

Song Wenran didn't understand, "Then what do you want to do?"

Wen Wenqian didn't answer, ran into the living room and squatted in front of the TV cabinet, opened a drawer and rummaged through it.

Song Wenran watched her search for a long time, found a box of plaster, then turned his head and whispered: "Second brother, your arm is hurt."

Song Wenran subconsciously raised his hand and pressed it on his left arm. It was a wound from punching someone today. There was a bruise, but it was not serious.Maybe Wen Wenqian saw him taking off his coat and washing dishes in the kitchen just now.

Wen Wenqian grabbed the plaster and walked to the sofa, not daring to look at him, and said softly, "Let me put the plaster on for you."

Song Wenran stared at her for a while, and couldn't help but smile slightly. He raised his hand and rubbed the top of Wen Wenqian's head, and said softly, "Okay, thank you." Then he took off one sleeve of his coat, revealing his left arm .

Wen Wenqian clumsily but carefully tore off the plaster, and carefully pasted the plaster on the bruise on Song Wenran's arm.

Song Wenran looked down at her and said, "Okay."

Wen Wenqian raised her head and smiled at him, stuffed the remaining plaster into the box, ran over and put it back in the drawer.Then she came back to the sofa and sat down at a distance from Song Wenran.

Song Wenran handed her the remote control, "Change the channel yourself if you want to watch."

Wen Wenqian grabbed the remote control and pressed it a few times aimlessly, not paying attention to the TV program, but secretly moved a little distance towards Song Wenran.

Song Wenran didn't notice at first.

Later, Wen Wenqian moved a little bit, and he realized it when he was about to lean against Song Wenran, so he stretched out his arms to wrap Wen Wenqian's shoulders and let her lean on him, saying, "Take a good rest."

"Well," Wen Wenqian lowered her head and secretly smiled.

Unknowingly, time passed, and at the end of October, a Western festival - Halloween was ushered in.

Song Wenran doesn't care about these messy festivals, he doesn't even remember such a festival, but Wen Wenqian's kindergarten plans to hold a parent-child activity on Halloween night.

Wen Wenqian has no parents anymore, and she is counting on her handsome and gentle second brother to accompany him in parent-child activities.

But it's a pity that Song Wenran had to work the night shift on Halloween night, so he could only entrust this task to Wen Wenhao.But for Wen Wenhao, the business of the small restaurant was good during the festival, and he couldn't let go of it as the boss, so he had to call Wen Wenyao again.

Wen Wenyao refused straight away, and hung up Wen Wenhao's phone call.

Wen Wenhao continued to dial Wen Wenyao helplessly, and after the second call, Wen Wenyao said: "You wait, I'll find someone to take her there."

As a result, at the end of that night, this task fell on Bai Yangyu.

Bai Yangyu walked from school to Wen Wenhao's small restaurant to pick up Wen Wenqian.

Although Bai Yangyu was tall, handsome and not inferior in appearance compared to her three older brothers, Wen Wenqian was still not that happy because she didn't know Bai Yangyu, and she didn't want to go to the parent-child activities in kindergarten with a strange brother.

But what can I do if I don't want to, Wen Wenqian knows that the second brother and the third brother are not free, and the eldest brother can't take her there, so she can only let Bai Yangyu hold her hand and leave Wen Wenhao's small restaurant.

After sending Bai Yangyu to accompany Wen Wenqian to attend the kindergarten's Halloween event, Wen Wenyao invited his friends to play cards all night. After seeing that the time was almost up, he left the table and drove to the kindergarten to pick up his younger sister and students.

It was after nine o'clock in the evening when he arrived, and the activities of the kindergarten had ended, and parents came out of the kindergarten with their children one after another.

Wen Wenyao parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car and wanted to make a call to Bai Yangyu, but suddenly saw Bai Yangyu wearing a skull outfit and a black hat standing at the gate of the kindergarten, and Wen Wenqian who was holding his hand was dressed as a pumpkin, There is a round fake pumpkin around the waist, and yellow oil paint is painted on the face.

"Hahaha..." Wen Wenyao couldn't help laughing seeing the two of them.

Bai Yangyu held Wen Wenqian expressionlessly, and Wen Wenqian pouted secretly, not too happy.

"Get in the car, get in the car," Wen Wenyao greeted them.

Bai Yangyu pulled Wen Wenqian over, opened the rear door and carried her in first.

The pumpkin on Wen Wenqian's waist got stuck on the car door.

Seeing this, Wen Wenyao said, "Your pumpkin is stuck."

Bai Yangyu turned to look at him, then continued to stuff Wen Wenqian into the car.

When they all got into the car, Wen Wenyao started the car and asked, "How about tonight's event?"

Wen Wenqian didn't speak, but Bai Yangyu replied, "It's okay."

Wen Wenyao chuckled, he glanced at the white paint on Bai Yangyu's face, and said, "You take care of the children well."

Bai Yangyu looked at him, and replied seriously: "My sister is very good."

Wen Wenyao corrected him: "It's your teacher's younger sister, who is a generation older than you in terms of seniority."

Bai Yangyu thought for a while, probably didn't know how to address Wen Wenqian properly, so he fell silent.

Wen Wenyao directly drove the two of them to Wen Wenhao's small restaurant. At this time, there were no customers. Wen Wenhao closed the door halfway. Hearing the sound of Wen Wenyao's car parked at the door, he quickly leaned out to look.

Wen Wenqian opened the car door by herself, supported the fat pumpkin on her waist, and awkwardly jumped off.

Bai Yangyu was one step ahead of her, caught her outside, turned half a circle and put her on the ground.

Wen Wenqian said politely, "Thank you brother."

Bai Yangyu also answered her seriously: "You're welcome."

Wen Wenyao glanced at them, closed the car door with a "bang", and walked towards Wen Wenhao.

"Are you back?" Wen Wenhao asked loudly, "Are you hungry? Shall I cook you some supper?"

Wen Wenyao planned to squat at the door and smoke a cigarette first, and he said to Wen Wenhao, "Cook me a bowl of fermented glutinous rice eggs, and I'll go in later."

"It's too demanding," Wen Wenhao complained in a low voice, then he took Wen Wenqian from Bai Yangyu with a smile, and welcomed the two of them in.

Wen Wenyao was squatting by the door, staring at the not-so-wide driveway ahead, he could hear the voices of Wen Wenhao and Wen Wenqian talking in the restaurant behind him, Wen Wenqian seemed much more relaxed at this moment.In this family, he is probably the one who has the most estranged relationship with this little sister.

He stood up after smoking a cigarette, couldn't help stretching, and then turned and went into the small restaurant.

Wen Wenhao only left a light on the top of the table where they were sitting, and the other places were darkened. The pumpkin on Wen Wenqian's body hadn't been taken off yet. drink milk.

"Your fermented glutinous rice is getting cold," Wen Wenhao greeted him.

Wen Wenyao walked over, stood by the table and picked up the bowl, scooped up a few mouthfuls with a spoon and swallowed it all together with the fermented glutinous rice and poached eggs.

Wen Wenhao frowned slightly, "No one will fight with you."

Wen Wenyao put the empty bowl on the table, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and asked, "Where is my student?"

Wen Wenhao pointed in the direction of the bathroom, "Go wash your face."

"Wash your face?" Wen Wenyao was a little puzzled, and walked towards the bathroom.