Daylight past

Lin Zhiwen watched them hurry downstairs, stood up, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with Nian Nian?"

"He sprained his foot."

As Wen Wenhui was speaking, Lin Zhiwen looked down and saw that his exposed ankle was red and swollen. He paused and said, "Let Uncle Wang drive."

Early in the morning, before Uncle Wang arrived, Lin Zhiwen called and waited for ten minutes.

Lin Suiwen sat on the sofa with Wen Xunnian on his back, and he stood in front of Wen Xunnian, looking down at him.Wen Wenhui sat next to Wen Xunnian, and asked softly, "Niannian, does it hurt a lot?"

"Yeah." Wen Xiaonian's lips were all white, and he nodded weakly, looking sleepy.

"How did you fall?" Lin Zhiwen came over and asked him.

Wen Xunnian opened his eyelids, glanced at Lin Suiwen, and before Lin Suiwen could speak, he said, "I accidentally fell and twisted my foot last night. I thought it would stop hurting after I slept. , I didn't expect it to hurt so much."

"You can't be so sloppy in the future, you have to tell me when it hurts, look at your foot, it's so swollen, I don't know what's wrong with it?" Wen Wenhui looked sad, Lin Zhiwen sighed.

While talking, a car whistle sounded outside the house. Lin Suiwen immediately squatted down, took Wen Xunnian's hand and put it on his shoulder. When approaching, he heard Lin Suiwen whisper: "I'm sorry."

Wen Xunnian bit her lower lip, buried her face on Lin Suiwen's back shoulder, and rubbed his nose against his clothes.

Lin Suiwen carried Wen Xunnian into the car, and was about to get up when he grabbed his sleeves, Wen Xunnian blinked, Lin Suiwen paused, and said, "I'll sit on the other side."

Wen Xunnian leaned in the car, his aura was weak, and he completely lost the appearance of being an "older brother" in front of Lin Suiwen before. Lin Suiwen felt that he made him like this, because his own desire Hope, made him hesitant and timid, made him reject Wen Xunnian, and made Wen Xunnian hurt.

Lin Suiwen seemed to be blocked by something in his heart. He clearly knew that this kind of relationship would only become more and more complicated and difficult to control when getting along, but because of this incident, he would definitely not do it again. Put indifference on Wen Xunnian.

His bottom line has been abandoned by him, and he can no longer control Wen Xiaonian.

When he came to the hospital, Lin Zhiwen knew a doctor in the hospital, they registered and went straight there.

Wen Xunnian was sitting on the chair. The doctor looked at his ankle and saw that it was red and swollen, so he asked him to take an X-ray. After hearing this, Wen Wenhui felt even more anxious. Fortunately, after the X-ray came out, the bones in the ankle were fine. , It's just a sprained ligament, and it will be fine after more than a week.

It was a false alarm, Wen Wenhui breathed a sigh of relief, went to talk to Wen Xunnian's dance teacher about the situation, and asked Wen Xunnian for a two-week vacation.

Put plaster on the ankle, with a little coolness, the pain relieved a lot, Wen Xunnian stood up on one foot, Lin Suiwen walked up to him, took Wen Xunnian's hand, he whispered: "I Come carry you."

"Are you finally willing to talk to me?" Wen Xunnian asked him.

Lin Suiwen pursed his lips, he turned his back, Wen Xunnian lay on top of him, his outstretched hands slowly tightened, and then he heard Lin Suiwen say: "Xiao Nian, I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for me?"

"I shouldn't ignore you on purpose, I shouldn't talk to you, I shouldn't wait for you after school, I shouldn't..." I shouldn't like you.

Lin Suiwen's words were hidden under the tip of his tongue, he handled them lightly, and placed them in his heart carefully.

"I'm really angry. You treated me like this for no reason. I don't even know what I did wrong." Wen Xunnian was lying on her stomach, her voice muffled.

Lin Suiwen shook his head, his hair lightly brushed Wen Xiaonian's cheek, and he said, "You did nothing wrong, it's my fault, Xiao Nian, I'm sorry."

"Forget it, forget it, you are really weird. For the sake of being my younger brother, I can barely forgive you."

Wen Xunnian snorted, leaned forward, put his head against Lin Suiwen's face, turned his head sideways, brushed his lips against his cheek, exhaled hot air, and said, "Quick, call me brother. "

Uncle Wang's car was just a few steps away, and Wen Wenhui and the others had already sat in it. Under the midwinter sun, the shadows of the two teenagers overlapped. Their thick clothes were soft and fluffy. The same thing happened at that moment. Turned into a ball of cotton heart.

Lin Suiwen called his brother in a low voice, Wen Xunnian lay on his back, his shoulders trembled, and he smiled happily, "Brother Xiaowen, you are so good."

Lin Suiwen's ears were slowly turning red, he lowered his head and quickened his pace.

Liking seems to be a momentary thing. The young man I fell in love with lived sweetly and sourly every day in the fear of my own imagination, hesitating whether to approach, apprehensive and afraid of being discovered, holding my heart full of love, Hidden tightly.

The one who was liked was unscrupulous and unscrupulous, spreading his smile like sowing seeds in the growing love.

Wen Xunnian hurt his ankle, Lin Suiwen was full of guilt towards him, in the past few days, no matter what Wen Xunnian ordered, he obediently obeyed, which made Wen Wenhui feel shameful, and told Wen Xunnian Don't use Lin Suiwen like this.

Wen Xunnian said: "I didn't ask him to do this for me, he wanted to help me himself."

Wen Wenhui had no choice but to hear Lin Suiwen say, "Xiao Nian didn't bother me."

She was completely helpless with the two of them.

Wen Xunnian was lying on the bed, with his injured ankle resting on Lin Suiwen's lap, and Lin Suiwen was leaning against the wall to read a book.

Wen Xunnian's toes moved, Lin Suiwen raised his head to look at him, Wen Xunnian said, "What book are you reading?"

Lin Suiwen raised the book in his hand and showed him the cover. Wen Xunnian looked over it, narrowed his eyes slightly, and read out, "Freud and Jung... what is this?"

"Books on Psychology."

"Are you still watching this?" Wen Wei recalled his curiosity and asked him, "Is it good?"

Lin Suiwen handed the book to him, Wen Xunnian glanced at it, and immediately returned it to him, exaggeratingly shouting: "This is the original document, Xiao Wen, can you understand it?"

"Well, it's not difficult to understand."

Lin Suiwen looked at him, and seeing that he suddenly fell silent, he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Xunnian lay back on his stomach again. He hugged a soft pillow in his arms, curled up, and pressed half of his face into the pillow. He said softly, "Why are you so smart? You are the first in your grade every time. How can you be so smart?" Reading the original text, I can’t do anything.”

"You dance beautifully." Lin Suiwen gently picked up his feet and placed them on the bed. He approached Wen Xunnian, sat beside him, and carefully brushed off Wen Xunnian's drooping hair.

Lin Suiwen breathed lightly, his heart was beating restlessly in his chest, his voice was squeezed out of his throat, and he said, "I like to see you dancing."

The voice was too gentle, too soft, Wen Xunnian was stunned for a few seconds, his hair was pushed away, and Lin Suiwen's hands rubbed his ears, and there was an itchy and numb feeling on the touched skin He felt a little strange as it spread on his body, the hot air he exhaled seemed to return to his body, and his chest was swollen and hot.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed Lin Suiwen's wrist, and pressed his palms together. Wen Xunnian raised his head, stared at Lin Suiwen, and said to Lin Suiwen, "When my feet are ready, I'll dance for you." The new dance you practiced before, okay?"

Lin Suiwen pursed his lips. He put one hand behind his back and clenched his fist. He restrained himself and whispered, "Okay."

When it was snowing heavily, Lin Zhiwen took Wen Wenhui to another place. Every Spring Festival they would go to the south, where Lin Zhiwen's parents lived.In previous years, both Wen Xunnian and Lin Suiwen accompanied him, but in the past few years Wen Xunnian's foot was injured and it was inconvenient to move, so he will not go this year.

Wen Xunnian couldn't be allowed to stay at home alone, so Lin Zhiwen told Lin Suiwen to take care of Wen Xunnian. In fact, even if Lin Zhiwen didn't tell him, Lin Suiwen would still stay by Wen Xunnian's side.

During the spring break, Uncle Wang and the nanny who worked at home also returned to their hometown for the New Year, and they were the only two left in the whole bungalow.

Wen Wenhui was worried about the two children. Before leaving, she fried a box of meatballs and fried lotus root.

Wen Xunnian's foot was injured for more than a week, and the ointment was torn off. There was no trace of redness and swelling on his fair ankle, but every time he was in front of Lin Suiwen, he still muttered that he couldn't walk, that he couldn't walk as soon as he walked. pain.

His acting skills are really exaggerated, people can tell at a glance that he is pretending to be sick, but Lin Suiwen is the one who can't tell, and he still responds to all kinds of unreasonable demands from Wen Xunnian.

This back and forth made Wen Xunnian feel very embarrassed. After a few days of fuss, he finally landed on the ground. He stepped on the ground carefully. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. He always felt that when he landed, his ankle joint would still be aching. , but that feeling is too small to be ignored.

The two of them stayed together all day, the attic was warm, and Wen Xiaonian curled up the quilt and lay on her stomach inside.

He wore a sweater and a pair of trousers, and leaned against the side of the small bed, watching the snowflakes fluttering down from the small window on the zenith.

Snow is very common here, but it just falls from the sky. The rhombus-shaped flakes seem to be right in front of you. If you get closer, you can see the tiny icicles on it. Thigh, I didn't see him responding either.

Wen Xunnian looked sideways, and saw Lin Suiwen pitifully nestled in another corner of the small bed, with his back against the wall, his head lowered, his long legs curled up, and he fell asleep in this seemingly aggrieved position. .

"Xiao Wen?"

Wen Xunnian yelled again, but the other party didn't respond.

The room is very quiet, only the crisp sound of snowflakes falling on the window edge can be heard, Wen Xunnian looked at Lin Suiwen, he lifted the quilt, and leaned towards him, Lin Suiwen's breathing was even, Wen Xunnian He stretched out his hand and gently touched Lin Suiwen's eyebrows.

The fluffy soft brushed the pulp of the fingers, the fingers traced the eyebrows and eyes, lingered on the thin eyelids, rubbed lightly on the most straight part of the bridge of the nose, and finally opened the entire palm, covering the virtual and the real.

Lin Suiwen's face was hidden under Wen Xunnian's palm, Wen Xunnian's mouth was curled up, and suddenly there was a slight itchiness in his palm, as if some small brush had been rubbed against it.

Just as he was about to retract his hand, his wrist was grabbed. He was taken aback, and Lin Suiwen opened his eyes, all eyes were on him.

The eyes blended together, for some reason, Wen Xunnian's heart tightened, he pulled away his wrist, stepped back, raised his finger and pointed at the zenith, he said with a smile: "Xiao Wen, look, the snowflakes are so beautiful."

Lin Suiwen opened his eyelids, and raised the arc of his jaw. He watched the snowflakes falling all over the sky, piling up on the window glass, melting into water and being covered again, repeating the cycle.

Wen Xunnian took his hand and dragged him to his position, "Lie down and watch, it's very beautiful."

As he said, he lay down first, the small bed was thin and narrow, Wen Xunnian leaned his legs against the wall, looked up at the white snow falling from the sky, Lin Suiwen imitated his movements, and the two leaned shoulder to shoulder , the arms were put together casually, as if unintentionally, and the legs resting on the wall also vaguely rubbed against each other.

Lin Suiwen let out a breath, and his body temperature spread and gathered. In this world of ice and snow, in this attic, there seemed to be a steady stream of heat radiating out.

Wen Xunnian stared at the heavy snow, but Lin Suiwen only secretly looked at Wen Xunnian's profile.

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