It was already past 11:30 when Zhang Yang knew Lin Yiran might not have slept yet, so he sent her a message first. The little girl didn't know if she was really asleep or deliberately pretended to have fallen asleep. After a while, she replied that she couldn't sleep and was reading a book on the bed.

Zhang Yang naturally would not believe it, so he asked her to go to bed quickly. Lin Yiran obediently responded and said good night.

The car stopped at the airport, Zhang Hongkang went to drive, and Zhang Yang and Yan Xixi were at the exit of the hall. His itinerary was basically kept confidential throughout the journey, but there were still many passengers during this period, and soon there were fans or crowds who joined in the fun.

Zhang Yang has gradually adapted to this kind of scene and has chatted with these people all the time. Among them, there are several boys and girls who look young and look like students. When chatting, Zhang Yang casually reminds them to study hard and not fall in love early. Unexpectedly, as soon as they finished speaking, someone retorted, saying, "You fall in love early by yourself!" It caused a burst of laughter.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Nonsense! Lin Yiran and I fell in love only after graduation."

Another boy asked, "Didn't you have a crush on Lin Yiran for a long time?"

"Secret love is not love, and moderate secret love helps learn. In order to make yourself worthy of her, you have to work harder to be better."

With the idol halo and psychological advantages, Zhang Yang was still very calm and asked with a smile: "Do you have a girl you like?"

The boy blushed and waved his hand and said, "No, I love studying."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Why blush without you? Don't worry, no one is taking pictures here, and she won't know if she says it."

The boy was probably introverted, and he waved his hand and continued to say no. Before Zhang Yang could even tease him, a girl asked, "Zhang Yang, when will your new album be released?"

"It's been recorded, it should be soon, it depends on how the company arranges it."

“How many songs are there?”

"this……"

Zhang Yang hesitated a little and thought for a while and said, "I don't know if I can say it, because I don't know if it is a content that needs to be kept confidential... it will not be less than ten poems at least."

"What do you like to do usually?"

"Reading a book."

“Is there any more?”

Someone in the crowd shouted "Lin Yiran!", which caused a burst of laughter.

This is obviously a joke about Zhang Yang's answer in the mall last time. Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing and muttered secretly, thinking that this question and answer were a bit weird.

During the chat, the laughter and crowd here attracted more people's attention, so the crowd further increased. The security guards who maintained order had to remind them to pay attention to safety, and Zhang Yang also reminded them.

Zhang Hongkang drove over, Zhang Yang said goodbye to these fans or the crowd. As the car started, he looked out through the window at the neon lights, and all kinds of thoughts came one after another, complacent, pride, satisfaction, guilt, and confusion intertwined, making him feel a little complicated, until a feeling of hunger hit him, instantly defeating all fearless emotions, and the thoughts in his mind were left: "What should I eat later? What else can I eat?"

"Sister Xixi, are you hungry?"

Yan Xixi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, thought for a while, nodded, and smiled, "It seems a little bit. Why, are you hungry? Then why don't you find a place to eat first?"

Zhang Yang asked Zhang Hongkang again: "Senior brother, where are you?"

Zhang Hongkang said: "I'm fine."

"That's just hungry."

Zhang Yang hesitated a little between showing off his cooking skills and saving troubles, and then decisively chose to save troubles. He found a restaurant near his residence and ate something. When he returned home, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Haha was playing with balls in the living room. When he saw Zhang Yang coming back, he ran over lightly, rubbed his head with his calves, Zhang Yang smiled and touched it, took a shower, washed and then went to bed.

I didn't know the time in my dream, but I just felt something was scratching my feet. At first I suspected that it was Lin Yiran, but I soon realized that it was not because of the sharp claws.

Ha ha!

Zhang Yang had a flash of thought in his mind, remembering that he closed the door last night, how did it come in?

Have you learned to open the door?

Zhang Yang was thinking, and his feet had subconsciously shrank. Haha, most of them thought they were playing with it. They seemed to pounce forward and "hugged" Zhang Yang's toes again. The sharp claws were poked out. Although they didn't really grab him hard, Zhang Yang was still so excited.

Zhang Yang sat up with his elbows and hadn't seen it yet. Haha, he saw a familiar face that almost touched his face. At the same time, he heard a scream, which scared him to the point of being shocked.

Lin Yiran straightened up, opened the distance, and saw each other's faces again. She stroked her chest and said angrily: "What are you doing? I'm scared to death."

Zhang Yang stared at the position where her palm was caressing, calmed down, and was pounced on her feet again. He quickly retracted his feet, lifted his quilt, stuck out his butt and made a prey look haha, raised his head, blinked his big amber eyes innocently, and meowed at him.

Zhang Yang sighed helplessly. Before he could speak, he went to pounce on his feet again, and quickly bent down and picked it up. Haha, after struggling twice, Zhang Yang simply threw it aside, lie down in the quilt again, and asked Lin Yiran listlessly: "What time is it?"

"It's almost eight o'clock."

"So early?"

Zhang Yang yawned, "Have you eaten?"

Lin Yiran nodded and sat down beside the bed. Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Are you still sleepy when you get up so early? Do you want to sleep together?"

Lin Yiran's cheeks were slightly red, and he glanced at him, and did not answer the words, and asked softly: "When did you sleep last night?"

"It's more than one o'clock."

Zhang Yang closed his eyes again and replied vaguely: "After coming back, I went to have a midnight snack with my senior brother and sister Xixi."

Lin Yiran said softly, "Then you keep sleeping, I'll cook some porridge for you, and then call you later...What do you want to drink?" Mobile::

Zhang Yang opened his eyes and smiled and said, "I will drink whatever you can do."

Lin Yiran glared at him angrily, turned around and left the room, shouting: "Please carry Haha out."

Lin Yiran shouted outside the door, haha, turned around and looked out, but was still on Zhang Yang's bed. Lin Yiran had to shake the cat stick outside. As the bell rang, haha ​​and ran out. Lin Yiran closed the door, and Zhang Yang finally calmed down again.

As soon as he closed his eyes and was not asleep, Lin Yiran asked outside: "Zhang Yang, what is the appropriate amount?"

Zhang Yang said helplessly: "What is the right amount?"

“This recipe is just the right amount.”

"What's the right amount?"

"water."

"What are you going to do?"

“Millet Pumpkin Porridge.”

"Where did you get the pumpkin?"

"I borrowed it from Zining's mother."

Zhang Yang: "…"

He said helplessly: "Then how many pumpkins have you put?"

"piece."

“…”

Lin Yiran didn't hear his reply, and was very subjective and motivated, and continued: "There is still a handful of rice."

Zhang Yang sighed, "You all came by the recipe?"

"Yes."

"You uninstalled this software."

It was already winter, and there was already a cold feeling in the room. Zhang Yang got up in his pajamas, put on a coat, and came to the kitchen. He saw Lin still putting a piece of golden old pumpkin on the chopping board. He had a little effort to peel it with a knife. Next to it was the prepared millet and a washed casserole. Obviously, he didn't know how much water was added, so he simply cut the pumpkin first.

As he cut, he asked, "I think it's very useful."

After she asked, she didn't hear a reply. She seemed to notice something. She turned around and saw Zhang Yang staring at her intently, she said strangely: "Why are you getting up?"

Zhang Yang did not answer, but walked over, stretched out his arm, and hugged her soft body into his arms. Lin Yiran held a knife in one hand and grabbed the mucus stained by the pumpkin in the other hand. He held it in his arms, and struggled gently, and said shyly: "What are you doing?"

Zhang Yang lowered his head and kissed her slightly red cheeks gently, looking a little refreshed, and said with a smile: "Which life did I have to cultivate my blessings? Why did you meet you?"

Lin Yiran glanced at him shyly and smiled sweetly, "Didn't you say that you have cultivated it in your previous life."

Zhang Yang hugged her again and said with a smile: "I'll do it."

Lin Yiran looked at the knife in his hand, then looked at his sticky other hand, and said angrily: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "It's touching, I can't bear to let go, and I'm flattered."

Lin Yiranheng glanced at him, Zhang Yang smiled and reached out to take the knife. Lin Yiran reminded: "You haven't washed your hands yet."

Zhang Yang washed his hands and put the water and rice into the rice cooker first. Lin Yiran looked at his movements carefully and asked, "Didn't it mean that the casserole is better cooked?"

"Actually, it's about the same."

Zhang Yang didn't understand much, but the casserole was obviously not suitable for Lin Yiran. For her, the first principle was to be simple and easy to use. She said while cutting pumpkins: "That's all spread by people selling casseroles. Such expensive rice cookers are all programmed. If you don't say anything else, the heat is at least much better than me... I put the stuff in and you'll see it."

Lin Yiran responded sweetly, watching Zhang Yang put the pumpkin in, "Then you keep going to sleep, I'll call you later."

Zhang Yang nodded and pointed at her cheek again. Lin Yiran shook her head with a red face. Zhang Yang had to laugh and lean over, kissed her on the cheek, and then went back to the room to continue to sleep.

When he returned to the room, Zhang Yang opened the curtains first. The weather was good, and the winter sun was warm, just like his warm heart at this moment. He lay down with warmth, just as he was about to sigh at his happiness, but when he fainted, he had already fallen asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but I woke up again and felt my mind clear. When I heard the door of the room was pushed open, Lin Yiran slowly poked in, and then jumped directly to his bed with a whoosh. The little guy grew very fast and rushed to Zhang Yang's thigh through the quilt, and he felt very powerful.

Zhang Yang originally wanted to pretend to be asleep, but now he couldn't pretend anymore, so he had to act like he had just woken up, and looked at Lin Yiran with sleepy eyes. Lin Yiran smiled sweetly at him and said softly: "Okay, get up, wash your face and brush your teeth, I'll go to serve the rice first."

Zhang Yang nodded with a smile, got up and washed up, came to the table, and found that in addition to millet pumpkin porridge, there was also a salted duck egg. He said a little funny: "Is this also borrowed?"

"My uncle brought it yesterday, so I brought you a few of them and put them in the refrigerator. They are delicious and delicious."

Zhang Yang was a little surprised: "Did you cook it yourself?"

Lin Yiran raised his chin proudly, "No?"
To be continued...