come to my house to sleep

5.

Tired of reading, Fan Li took off his glasses, leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and gently rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

Opening his eyes, he found that Wen Xingyun was looking at him for a long time. He was a little bit at a loss for a while, so he stood up and said, "I'll get you a glass of water."

After finishing speaking, he walked away, and soon returned with a cup of hot lemonade.

At this time, Wen Xingyun slowly stood up from the sofa, with a calm expression and a calm voice, looked at him and said, "Can I... give you a hug?"

"Ah?" Fan Li was slightly dumbfounded, not sure if he heard it right.

The next second, while he was still there, the hot lemonade in his hand was taken away and placed on the coffee table.

Then, Wen Xingyun walked up to him, opened his arms, and gently hugged his waist, with his chin resting lightly on his shoulder.

Very gentle movements, like a small animal that is usually very obedient suddenly comes to comfort, there is no discomfort at all, only a sense of dependence.

In the short hug, Fan Li's hands were hanging in the air, and he didn't move at all. After being let go, he still didn't move.

Wen Xingyun took a step back, seeing him like this, couldn't help laughing, patted his arm in the ginger sweater, and said softly, "Thank you."

Fan Li rubbed the back of his head, his blank expression finally disappeared, and he smiled, "It's okay."

Wen Xingyun suddenly passed him, took a few steps forward, stood in front of the long window, and looked at the sky outside.

The sky was gloomy, as it had been all day long, but it had stopped raining, and now there was a faint yellow light shining through the thick dark gray clouds.Even at dusk.

With his back turned to Fan Li, Wen Xingyun said softly: "I heard that in the evening, people always feel depressed for no reason."

After saying this, he turned his head to look at Fan Li, and said with a smile: "I used to hug him when I lived with my friends. Now I live alone, it's a bit too lonely."

Fan Li's expression froze for a moment, he didn't know what he thought of, he was lost in thought for a moment, but he soon smiled again, and replied: "En."

One afternoon passed, and it was six or seven o'clock in the evening.

Wen Xingyun had no intention of leaving at all, so Fan Li asked him to have dinner before leaving.

A very simple casserole with rice, he also eats very delicious.

The warm chandelier hanging down, and the elm dining table of moderate size.

The wall-mounted speakers play very soft pure music.

A small air conditioner quietly warms the air.

Great for a casual chat environment.

Fan Li apologized and explained that he hadn't gone to the supermarket to buy vegetables for a long time, so he could only eat such simple things.

He also said that he seldom goes out because of work, and he is too lazy.

After Wen Xingyun listened quietly, he stared at him and said with a smile, "I envy you."

Fan Li raised his head, "Huh?"

Wen Xingyun went on to say, "Work."

Fan Li was a little surprised, and a little bit dumbfounded, "Huh?"

Wen Xingyun had already finished his meal, put his face in his hands, blinked and said, "It's not like me, I always have to run around, I'm exhausted."

But there was no trace of complaint in the tone, like self-deprecating, or... acting like a baby.

Fan Li tightened his hands holding the casserole, "You..."

Wen Xingyun smiled, "I'm an actor...not too popular, it's normal that you don't know him."

Hearing this, Fan Li was silent for a long time before he lowered his head and said in a thoughtful manner: "No... I seem to have seen you in some TV series." He also wanted to say that you are very popular, but he held back.

"Really?" Wen Xingyun's eyes lit up slightly, looking a little happy, but he quickly changed his tone and said, "However, my roles are very few, usually supporting roles...haha."

"I'm not good at acting..." As if remembering something, his expression suddenly softened, "I used to be a singer. Only the fans at that time could say that I acted well without conscience."

He lowered his head and smiled softly, "They even gave me a lot of nicknames..."

Fan Li listened seriously, and took advantage of the situation to ask, "For example?"

Wen Xingyun looked a little embarrassed, turned his head to look at the weeping vines on the wall, and said in a low voice, "Brother Yun, Yun Bao..."

I won't talk about it after two words, but I obviously feel that there are many more.

Fan Li had a natural expression on his face, with a gentle and faint smile.

But he couldn't help but add in his heart: there is Yun Meiren.

After supplementing, in order to continue the chat, he asked knowingly: "What do you usually act in?"

Wen Xingyun turned back to look at him, his fair ears were a little red, "It's just that kind of ordinary youth idol drama, and that kind of ordinary love movie."

Fan Li nodded, with a serious expression like a primary school student listening to a teacher's lecture, "It's also very good."

"Always a bitter second male..." Wen Xingyun laughed at himself wryly, "Fans say I'm so pitiful, I haven't had a kiss scene in so many years."

Fan Li raised his eyebrows, "Uh..."

Wen Xingyun folded his arms on the table, raised his eyes, and smiled bitterly, "But I am very happy."

Fan Li also smiled, "Yes."

Wen Xingyun's eyes were gentle and with a smile, he landed on the potted plant in the corner of the dining table, "Aloe vera? Very few people keep it now."

Fan Li also looked over, "People like succulents nowadays... Aloe is also succulent."

Wen Xingyun nodded, smiled and said to him, "It's a fleshy senior."

Fan Li glanced at the refrigerator unconsciously, and said, "I remember when I was in high school, there was a kind of aloe vera yogurt in our school canteen. It was delicious and many people liked it."

"Yes, aloe vera red." Wen Xingyun held his chin with one hand and looked at Fan Li, "It seems that I also ate it in high school, is it two yuan and eight a box?"

Fan Li was taken aback, and thought about it carefully, "It seems to be."

Wen Xingyun's smile grew wider, and his voice was particularly cheerful, "Shouldn't we be the same age?"

Fan Li hesitated for a moment, and told his date of birth.

"Same as me?" Wen Xingyun opened his eyes slightly in surprise, "I thought you were much younger than me. When did you get married?"

Fan Li said honestly: "12."

Wen Xingyun was a little stunned, and he paused for a while before saying: "Me too...how is it such a coincidence." After a pause, he asked in a daze, "Why aren't you surprised?"

Fan Li immediately opened his eyes wide, raised his voice and said, "Surprised!"

Wen Xingyun nodded and sighed: "But you really look much younger than me. At first I thought you were still studying and living at your parents' house."

Fan Li was a little embarrassed, and then a little incoherent, "Really...Maybe I'm too nerdy."

Wen Xingyun nodded again, and smiled, "That's right, Zhai Baoyou."

It was nine o'clock in the evening in the blink of an eye.

When Wen Xingyun left the dining table and returned to Fan Li's living room, he was again attracted by the rectangular glass window in front of his desk.

The weather at night was miraculously clear, the night sky outside the window was dark blue, and there was still a round warm yellow moon hanging, framed by the long window, like a painting.

Wen Xingyun looked at it for a while, then chatted with Fan Li for a while, he was reluctant to leave, but he still wanted to.

After returning home, Wen Xingyun didn't turn on the lights, and stood quietly in the almost vast and dark living room for a long, long time.

Then, in the darkness, he walked unimpeded all the way to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and opened the thick gray-black curtains with a swish.

The floor-to-ceiling windows occupy several connected walls, larger than the hundred long windows in Fan Li's house.

Standing at the window and looking out, not only can you see the moon and stars in the night sky, but you can also see the neon lights in the city center far away.

Also like a painting, a very magnificent and beautiful painting.

Facing the painting of Fan Li's house, his eyes were full of surprise and enjoyment, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Facing the painting of his own home, he didn't have even a trace of expression on his face. After looking at it coldly for a while, he pulled the blackout curtains tightly again without hesitation, turned and left.