Daylight past

It was a tomato-flavored kiss, slightly sour, slightly sweet and slightly salty, with many flavors mixed together. Wen Nian sat on Lin Suiwen's lap, climbed up, put his hands around Mr. Lin's neck, opened his mouth, and he kisses.

That night passed quickly, he was put on the bed by Lin Suiwen and picked up from the bed, his body was placed on the sofa beside the bed, his back was pressed against the cool glass, Lin Suiwen was right in front of him , They looked at each other, Wen Nian stretched out his hand towards Lin Suiwen, Lin Suiwen squeezed his wrist, and kissed the back of his hand lightly.

I spent most of the night playing such a game of randomly changing places. When I was picked up from the sofa, I originally wanted to go to the bathroom, but the scenery on the way there was so beautiful that I just lay down on the carpet without paying attention. On the wall, and hugged from the wall, placed on top of the TV cabinet.

In the end, Wen Nian couldn't take it anymore, hugged Lin Suiwen and didn't let go, begging for mercy like crying, telling him not to move anymore.

Lin Suiwen kissed him on the cheek wet with tears, Wen Nian was speechless, his throat was sore, he curled up limply in Lin Suiwen's arms, Lin Suiwen held him horizontally, Finally took him to the shower.

Coming out of the bathroom, as soon as Wen Nian touched the quilt, he rolled up the quilt and got in. Lin Suiwen lay down next to him, Wen Nian leaned over, hugged Lin Suiwen's waist with both hands, and buried his face in his. arms.

The night was dark, after Wen Nian fell asleep, Lin Suiwen lay down for a while, then woke up softly.

He raised Wen Nian's hand, carefully placed it on the side, then got off the bed, stepped into the cotton mop, and walked out the door quietly.

Going around the wooden spiral staircase, Lin Suiwen turned on the wall lamp, and the dim light was dizzy. The old bungalows showed the traces of time in the dim light, the mottled cracks in the corners, the pencil marks left on the walls, all A stroke of childish writing stretched across the wall.

Lin Suiwen stepped forward step by step, slid his palm across the handrail, walked to the attic, and came to a small door.

What does Lin Suiwen look like in other people's mouth?

Some people say that Lin Suiwen has an altar under each of his properties, and burning incense and worshiping Buddha is full of superstition. Others say that Lin Suiwen is not easy to make friends with, and he doesn't like oil and salt. But in fact, more rumors are about Lin Suiwen. Sui Wen killed and his father seized power, so he had to worship gods and Buddhas every day to dispel the evil in his heart.

But rumors are rumors after all, there is no real evidence, and these things are only mentioned in private, and no one dares to publicize them.

However, most of these things are true or false, and most of them are wrong. No one knows about the right one, and no one mentions it, except for Li Mu who happened to see that photo.

It was really a coincidence, the contact information was deleted, he felt unwilling, went to find Lin Suiwen, was taken to the office by his assistant, but saw a small one-inch photo left on the table.

The face in the photo against the blue background is [-]% similar to him, grinning at the camera, joy rushing to his face, like the morning sun or midsummer sunlight, dazzling and making his eyes sting.

So everything has cause and effect. Mr. Lin, who just gave him resources when he met, completely withdrew from his life after a few conversations, stripping him and letting him sink into the bottom of the valley again.

It turned out...he was just a stand-in.

Resentment arose from this, and when she couldn't get what she wanted, she saw Wen Nian's scandal.

Jealous of him, envy him, pity him, all negative emotions stuck in my heart, finally couldn't bear it anymore, dramatized the facts, weaved lies to sway and provoke, to make Wen Nian doubtful.

Although the effect was minimal, there were still some cracks in the beautiful jade after being chiseled.

Lin Suiwen pushed open the small door of the attic, turned on the ceiling light, and there was a small bed in the attic. The desk was placed against the skylight, and under the moonlight, there were a few books and test papers piled up on the table, in a mess.

There are a lot of posters on the wall, Mecha Superman, Captain Tsubasa, Seiya or various stars are staggered and horizontally arranged on the wall, the turntable is still half turned on, half of the basketball under the bed is exposed, and the school uniform shirt is thrown on the small chair. They are all full of vitality, as if the owner of the room just happened to go out and will come back soon.

Lin Suiwen carefully sat on the side of the bed, looking at everything around him, this was his and Xiao Nian's secret base, where the thoughts of teenagers intermingled and became sour and sweet.

Since Xiao Nian left, he has kept it here, keeping it motionless.

But now, the person in his heart came back again, Lin Suiwen felt emotional in his heart, but knew that this place no longer needed him to miss him and remember him.

He stood up, and the cotton mop stepped on the wooden floor with a "creak". Lin Suiwen put away the books and test papers on the table, and closed the half-open record player. Looking at the posters on the wall, tear off one by one, fold them, and put them in a sealed cardboard box.

Bury the memories of the past bit by bit, just like Wen Nian no longer remembers himself, Lin Suiwen lowered his head, water dripped from his chin, gathered together, and fell on the poster, smearing a piece of wetness.

He stood up again, opened the table, put all the messy stickers and cards inside into the box, and cleaned the drawers layer by layer. Everything was a memory, exploiting Lin Suiwen.

Arranging to the last shelf, Lin Suiwen opened the drawer and took out the villain books one by one. When he put them into the box, he fumbled for the last one. cover.

This is not a novel book. On the cover of the blue cover, there are three big characters "Wen Xiaonian" written on it. It is his diary, which is hidden so tightly that even Lin Suiwen has never found it.

There seemed to be a partition in the memory. The young Wen Xunnian was lying on the small bed, and Lin Suiwen was sitting beside him, watching him write and draw in a thick blue book.

He leaned over, Wen Xunnian seemed to have sensed it, and immediately sat up, Lin Suiwen sat back silently, but tilted his head, looking at Wen Xunnian from time to time.

It's a young heart that is rustling, wondering what he is doing, what he is writing, why he can't show it to me, why he has to hide it.

But later, he didn't even dare to think about it anymore. The boy holding the diary would no longer sit in that position and smile at him, calling him a log, and asking him why he was unhappy again.

No one will care about him anymore, and he has returned to the silent world with nothing.

"Lin Suiwen..."

Wen Nian's voice suddenly sounded downstairs, Lin Suiwen was taken aback, stood up, he put the diary on the table, Lin Suiwen looked back at the half-cleared room, didn't care much, quickly opened the wooden door, bowed his head go downstairs.

Walking downstairs and returning to the bedroom, he didn't see Wen Nian. Lin Suiwen's heart skipped a beat as he walked around. He left the room, went upstairs again, and walked up the stairs quickly. ring.

Lin Suiwen pushed open the small door of the attic, and saw Wen Nian kneeling on the ground, holding the diary with the three characters "Wen Xingnian" written on the blue cover in his hand.

Wen Nian shuddered when he heard the voice, he raised his head, his face was full of tears, Lin Suiwen was breathing heavily, he didn't even dare to breathe, he looked at Wen Nian silently.

Wen Nian squeezed the book cover tightly, Lin Sui paused, stepped forward, pulled the diary out of his hand, put it in his arms, hugged it hard, and pressed it against his chest, as if he wanted to rub the diary into his body In general.

Wen Nian stared blankly at his movements, his lips parted slightly, his voice was trembling and hoarse, and he asked, "Is what Li Mu said true? Mr. Lin, I... am just a stand-in?"

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