(8) Do you have an older brother named Wen Yu?

  Song Min opened her eyes at almost eleven o'clock, she slowly sat up and stretched, having heating at home was great, getting out of bed in the morning wasn't a struggle at all.

  Dad Song is back from a business trip today, his plane landed at 10 o'clock, and it's almost time to get home now.

  After meeting his physical needs, Song Min put on a piece of clothing and sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV, without even brushing his teeth or washing his face.

  After watching TV for a while, Song Min started chatting with Yuan Siyu.

  Song Min: Why are TV dramas nowadays so stupid?

  Yuan Suyu quickly replied: Who still watches TV dramas now?

  Song Min: You're talking as if you didn't chase dramas before, who was it that was infatuated with Yang Yang back then?

  Yuan Siyu: Was it good in the past? Now I only love my civil law teacher.

  Song Min: Bah, take your laws and go, goodbye!

  Yuan Siyu: Hehe, can't argue with me, I'm going to read a book, wait until the snow melts and then come out with me to go shopping.

  Song Min put down his phone, picked up the laptop on one side and held it on his lap, opening a document to start typing. Actually, since Yuan Siyu read law, she had changed a lot, although she was still as crazy and bold as before, but she became more rational and brave when encountering things, anyway, she was developing in a good direction, Song Min was very happy, she had become so good.

  The sound of the door opening suddenly rang out, followed by the voice of Song Dad.

  "Hurry up, Xiao Wen you go first, come on, change your shoes."

  "Thank you, Uncle Song."

  A somewhat familiar voice came, Song Min thought it was his dad's colleague, and casually threw the computer onto the sofa, not even wearing shoes as he ran to the door, "Dad you..."

  Then Song Min's voice stopped abruptly, because she saw Wen Yan's face with a hint of a smile. Song Min looked like she had swallowed a fly, her face instantly darkened, what a miserable life, her disheveled hair and dirty clothes made others wonder what was going on?

  "You're so excited that I'm back?" Mr. Song casually took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and threw them at Song Min's feet.

  "Yes." Song Min smiled awkwardly and put on his slippers, then immediately turned around to go to the bathroom to wash up.

  Waiting for her to finish packing, Wen Yan was sitting on the sofa looking at his phone, with a sharp profile and an air of quietness about him that made people reluctant to disturb him.

  Song Min voluntarily walked towards the kitchen, "Dad, let me help you."

  "Never mind, don't come in and make a mess."

  Mr. Song ruthlessly pushed Song Min out of the kitchen, who had already rolled up his sleeves.

  Song Min had no choice but to return to the living room, pick up her laptop and sit silently at the other end of the sofa.

  "Uh..." Song Min felt that if he didn't speak up, it would be very impolite, so he spoke first, "You're eating fruit, there's some on the table."

  As soon as Song Min finished speaking, he wanted to bite off his own tongue. Can't he see what's on the table? He's not blind...

  "Uh-huh." Wen Yan responded with a murmur, putting away her phone, and suddenly started introducing herself, "My name is Wen Yan, the 'wen' in temperature, the 'yan' in language."

  "Hmm... I'm Song Min, Wen Min." Song Min also said his name out of politeness, and he had been curious about his name all along. Today, she finally asked him, "Hey, do you have an older brother named Wen Yu?"

  "Why does it feel this way?" Wen Yan looked at Song Min with a curious expression, her eyes were too bright and full of laughter, making her not want to look away.

  "Intuition, isn't there a phrase 'warm words and warm language'? Realizing she had been staring at him all along, Song Min hastily lowered her head to pretend to look at the computer."

  "I'm an only child." Wen Yan smiled softly and asked in a gentle voice, "Why isn't there a younger brother named Wen Yu?"

  "Huh?"

  "Soft words and soft speech."

  Song Min awkwardly laughed twice, "Maybe it's because you're too young, haha, I'm sick, don't mind me."

  "Uh-huh."

  Song Min: "......"