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Wen Cheng was waiting for Wen Jianing at a western restaurant.

He stopped after sending people to the door. He looked at the information on his phone and said to Wen Jianing, "Your brother is on the second floor by the window, at table three. You can see it when you go in."

Wen Jianing was a little puzzled after hearing this, "Aren't you going up together?"

Mu Qingyang smiled amusedly, "Why should I join in the fun with your brothers and sisters?"

After watching Wen Jianing go upstairs, Mu Qingyang walked around the street, and finally chose an Internet cafe to pass the time.

The orange-red light of the setting sun hit the person sitting by the window. His white shirt reflected a warm color, and his long black hair was slightly purple due to the light. Wen Jianing stood at the stairs on the second floor and looked at her with downcast eyes. The brother who was stirring the coffee suddenly couldn't move his footsteps.It just so happened that Wen Cheng raised his head at this time, and the eyes of the two met in the air. Wen Cheng obviously froze, and then hurriedly smiled.

They haven't seen each other for eight years, and they don't know anything about the other party's life, personality, and hobbies, even if they are closely related by blood.

Wen Jianing sat down opposite Wencheng, but she couldn't bear to take her eyes off Wencheng.

Wen Cheng rarely felt uncomfortable, he deliberately avoided Wen Jianing's scrutiny, and handed the menu to Wen Jianing, "Are you hungry, what do you want to eat? I ordered it, let's see what you want..."

Wen Jianing didn't take the menu, but called Wen Cheng: "Brother."

Wen Cheng's hand holding the menu trembled, and he smiled unnaturally, "Yeah."

The waiter came over considerately and asked Wen Jianing what she wanted. Wen Jianing then bowed her head and took the menu and carefully selected it. She ordered a plate of pasta and watermelon juice. After the waiter confirmed, she bowed her head to the two of them.

"You... have grown up." After Wen Cheng finished speaking, his throat felt uncomfortably dry, and he took another sip of lemonade.

"Yeah." Wen Jianing brushed her hair back from her ears, clasped her hands on the glass of lemonade, and looked at her hands, "Brother, I don't actually feel any pain."

Images of the past flashed in Wen Cheng's mind immediately, overlapping with Wen Jianing in front of him, Wen Cheng almost shed tears because of these words, he closed his eyes to keep calm, but the dryness in his throat betrayed him, "You I can't touch the piano anymore."

"It's okay!" Wen Jianing quickly explained as if she was afraid that Wen Cheng would avoid her because of this, "Really, it's okay, I can eat, write, and do some small movements with my hands now, you see."

While speaking, Wen Jianing jumped on the table with her fingers, her slender hands formed beautiful waves due to her movements, but Wen Cheng didn't look at it for a long time, forcing herself to look away.

The more Wen Jianing tried to act indifferent, the more sour Wen Cheng's heart became, and with it came a sense of self-loathing that could overwhelm him.

The behavior of Wen Cheng turning her head to look out the window made Wen Jianing stop what she was doing, her eyes were a little hurt, the water mist swirled in her eyes a few times and was suppressed by her, she tried her best to say in a cheerful tone: " Really, brother, I never told you that I don't really like playing the piano at all. It's just that my father asked me to practice, and I did, but I didn't feel any joy from it. I feel that spending so much time every day Hitting those black and white keys isn't as much fun as going out with other people and flying a kite."

Wen Cheng moved his hand on the table.

Wen Jianing continued: "It was you who made me persevere. 'Because I like my good brother, so I am happy no matter what', I practiced and competed with this kind of mood. If it is because my hands can no longer Playing and losing my brother..." Wen Jianing paused, her words tinged with tears, "Then my persistence before is nothing."

"I'll fix it," Wen Cheng couldn't help interrupting Wen Jianing, looking at her hands on the table, "Brother will take you to fix it. It doesn't matter if you play the piano or not, but let my brother do it." something, okay?"

Wen Jianing sniffed and said in a heavy nasal voice, "As long as you don't leave."

Wen Cheng tried his best to smile, "Don't leave."

The waiter brought the food ordered by the two of them, and along with the warm and delicious western food, there was also the dark knot in Wencheng's heart.

He's not quite used to being with his sister who's grown up a lot and has her own ideas, but at least they're off to a good start.

After Wen Cheng sent Wen Jianing home, he parked the car in the parking lot not far from their house, and called Mu Qingyang. Mu Qingyang picked it up in ten seconds, and Wen Cheng immediately liked her. He smiled and said, "Honey, where are you now?"

Mu Qingyang's side was very noisy, someone's roar was mixed with the crackling of the keyboard, Mu Qingyang probably walked to a quieter place before replying: "Is the matter over? I'm in the Internet cafe behind the western restaurant."

"Okay," Wen Cheng reached out to stop a taxi, and kissed the phone, "Wait for Dad to pick you up."

Mu Qingyang: "Oh."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Qingyang went outside.

It is now seven o'clock in the evening, and the sky has turned dark blue. The weather is fine today, and there is no cloud in the sky. Mu Qingyang bought some food to fill his stomach. He stood at a waiting station and waited for Wencheng. There are not many pedestrians and cars passing by at this time. There are quite a lot of them. Mu Qingyang lowered his head and swiped his phone. Those who smeared and disliked him on Weibo have disappeared a lot. There are more and more voices of support and jokes. Some people wrote about him and Wencheng fanrenwen@ He, Mu Qingyang originally chose to ignore all these things, so he clicked on an article to read it while he had more time today. This fan probably didn't know his and Wen Cheng's personalities very well, and he portrayed himself as a gentle and affectionate attacker. , and Wencheng has become an awkward subject who often plays with his temper, often angry and herding Qingyang.

At first, Mu Qingyang felt uncomfortable reading it, but after reading it for a long time, he inevitably separated the people in the article from the reality.He is very clear that the people in the text are not them, and they don't have the sweetness in the text, but their little secret will not appear in the text.

There is a magical taste.

Before he knew it, Mu Qingyang had been watching for a long time, until a hand patted him on the shoulder from behind.

Mu Qingyang quickly put the phone back, turned around and met Wen Cheng's face.

Wen Cheng hooked Mu Qingyang's hand with his little finger, and then quickly parted. Passers-by didn't notice this cute little gesture. Mu Qingyang was a little distracted, and Wen Cheng smiled, "What are you looking at? "

"Weibo," Mu Qingyang asked after answering, "How do you know I'm here?"

The location where Mu Qingyang is located is some distance away from the western restaurant where Wencheng and Wen Jianing eat.

"Guess." Wen Cheng whispered, "Where's your car?"

Mu Qingyang was stunned, "I didn't drive, I took a taxi with your sister, didn't I take your car back?"

Wen Cheng was speechless, and said slowly, "My car is parked by my house."

"..." Mu Qingyang looked at Wencheng as if he was looking at an alien, "Is this how you came to pick me up, Dad?"

Realizing that all this was an oolong, Wen Cheng couldn't hold back, put his hand to his lips and smiled, "I thought you came here by car, and I gave up my car just to be with you."

Mu Qingyang thought that Wen Cheng was driving so he didn't drive his own car, and Wen Cheng thought that Mu Qingyang was driving so he gave up his own car. As a result, neither of them had a car.

"Let's go back," Wen Cheng looked up at the stop sign, "It's about an hour and a half walk from my house."

Mu Qingyang didn't want to move, leaned against the stop sign and raised his eyelids, "Tired. Let's take a taxi."

"Walk with me for a while," Wen Cheng coaxed, "I'll carry you if I can't walk."

Mu Qingyang and Wen Cheng looked at each other for a long time, and finally Mu Qingyang stood straight and said, "Let's go."

Wen Cheng smiled.

Most people hurried forward with their heads down, and few people walked leisurely like Wen Chengmu Qingyang. The two were about the same height, walking side by side, with a distance between them that was neither far nor close. This dazzling combination It's quite eye-catching. After a group of high school girls passed by the two of them, they screamed with a suppressed voice. Mu Qingyang could hear them clearly, and even heard one or two exclamations of "Oh my god, this pair is so eye-catching". Knowing the attributes of this group of girls in his heart, he looked at Wen Cheng helplessly, and Wen Cheng obviously noticed it, and smiled innocently at him.

It was getting late, and many stalls lit up bright lights. Wen Cheng looked down at the road ahead, thinking: "When will you return the house and come live with me? Choose one of your car and mine. I can drop you off from work to work in the future."

Hearing this, Mu Qingyang couldn't help but glanced at Wen Cheng, and subconsciously asked, "Why can't I send you off?"

Wen Cheng's emphasis on Mu Qingyang was a bit inconceivable, he was taken aback for a moment and then smiled: "Honey, you go to work at 06:30, I usually go to work at 08:30, occasionally I can go to school at [-] o'clock, I will send you back to school. How can you send me to sleep?"

Only then did Mu Qingyang come back to his senses, realizing how stupid his question was, and said "Oh" before saying anything.

Wen Cheng was not in a hurry, the two continued to walk for a while and walked up the high bridge. The two rows of street lights below were turned on at the same time. Mu Qingyang looked up at the sky and realized that it was already too late.Mu Qingyang turned his head to look at Wen Cheng again, Wen Cheng was staring straight ahead, the corners of his mouth kept keeping a slight upward arc, and the orange-yellow light and shadow blurred behind him, like a silhouette.

Mu Qingyang looked away silently, his regular heartbeat suddenly started to speed up, and the blood was faintly stirring under the blood vessels. Girl, everyone will stop and boo, and Wen Cheng will become shy in his arms, so he should kiss her.

But no.

Wen Cheng was a man of his size, he hugged him, the pedestrians talked and pointed, and then avoided them like the plague.

Mu Qingyang has never been so sure of his heart, and it is different from the vague heartbeat when he met Zhang Shiyun, this is a real emotion.

Suddenly remembered the text message that was still lying in his cell phone.

"I will use my love to teach you to like me."

Although he doesn't want to admit it, maybe...Wen Cheng is a good teacher.

Passing by the girl on the bridge holding the guitar and singing, Mu Qingyang looked ahead and said, "There is still one month left."

Wen Cheng, who was still distracted, didn't hear clearly, and turned to look at Mu Qingyang, "What?"

"One more month," Mu Qingyang said with a sigh, "I can move out when the rent is due."

Wen Cheng looked at Mu Qingyang for a few seconds, and showed an expected smile: "Then give me some advice, Mr. Mu."

"Advice me a lot," Mu Qingyang complained about Wen Cheng's ability to give him a nickname, but he was extremely cooperative, "Mr. Wen."

The journey of one and a half hours is not far, it is just a way home.