Qin trace and sword shadow [online game]

Wen Jingyao wanted to avoid close contact with Fu Lin for a while.On the one hand, it is because the guilt in his heart has been flooded because of the phrase "little three", on the other hand, as long as he sees Fu Lin... he will unconsciously think of that dream, and the almost extinction pleasure in the dream.

This bothered him very much.

Fortunately, within two days, Fu Lin took the initiative to say that he was going home. His father had finished his work and returned to City Y. This time, he would go back to accompany his father for about a month, and he would not come back until school was about to start.

They had never been apart for so long since living together.

Wen Jingyao only went back for two or three days during the Chinese New Year last time, but now Fu Lin has to leave for a month, and those who are left behind will inevitably feel uncomfortable.

Everything here has already been stained with Fu Lin's breath.When he was away, Wen Jingyao had to look for a bottle opener for a long time.

In the first week of living alone, Wen Jingyao tried to cook by himself again.This time, he prepared all kinds of weighing utensils, just like doing a chemical experiment, trying to make the ingredients meet every requirement in the recipe.But cooking is not an experiment after all, and the recipe cannot be accurate enough to include all the details... So he still burned things.

He looked at the plate of braised pork that could participate in the dark cooking competition, and decided to call for a takeaway.

In the second week of living alone, Wen Jingyao found that his bear boy was rattling, and hurriedly checked the solution on the Internet, trying to rescue him.As a result, after a few more days, the cute little paws that were originally chubby became more emaciated, with a faint black color... as if they were about to die.

Wen Jingyao didn't know what to do, so he had to call Fu Lin.

After listening to his report, Fu Lin said comfortingly: "Probably there is something wrong with the time and amount of watering, and the roots are broken?... Forget it, it doesn't matter. It's your first time raising succulents and you have no experience. Next time, you must Can feed well."

"sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Fu Lin laughed, "Take care of the remaining ones first, and go buy new ones together when I come back."

Hearing the other party's gentle voice, Wen Jingyao felt much more comfortable.However, he still feels a little sorry for raising the bear boy that Fu Lin sent to death.

Two days later, Wu Zhuofan rushed to the door with a packaged pizza, and Wen Jingyao was squatting in the small garden downstairs digging soil.

"Boss Wen, what are you doing...?"

"Xiong Tongzi is dead, I buried him."

"Jingyao buried flowers...?" Wu Zhuofan realized that the joke was not funny at all after he said it, because Wen Jingyao's expressions and movements were too serious.

"Mr. Wen, I think you are really..." Wu Zhuofan never dared to use the words "too cute", so he could only temporarily change his words and think about other suitable descriptions, "Have you stepped down from the altar?"

"Can't understand."

"..."

Wu Zhuofan went upstairs, walked around the room a few times, clicked his tongue at the messy wardrobe, and began to care about Wen Jingyao's recent life.

"What do you eat when the sixth child is not here?"

"takeout."

"Is it okay to eat takeaway every day?"

"You don't eat it every day."

"Yes, but there is no sixth child in my family. If I get used to being fed by him, I don't want to eat outside."

Wen Jingyao was silent.

The two ate and drank a lot of takeaways. While chatting, Wu Zhuofan habitually complained about gang affairs at the dinner table.

"Do you know Ye Xuanqiong?" Wen Jingyao asked.

"I don't know much. When I entered the previous year, he was a. Why, are you interested in Ye Dashen?"

"I want to know about him and Fu Lin."

"The two of them..." Wu Zhuofan looked at the ceiling and tried to remember, "Ye Dashen is the master of Lao Liu, and he took him to play swordsman hand in hand. Everyone in the meeting knows that they have a very good relationship. I heard that In the past, Ye Dashen was always in a hurry, and rarely participated in gang activities. If there was any urgent matter, he could only contact him through Lao Liu. Later, Ye Dashen and Long Yin lost the number deletion battle and left the game, and Lao Liu was depressed because of this For a period of time... until now he is a big fan of Ye Dashen, whoever speaks ill of Ye Dashen will be in a hurry with anyone."

"... Oh." Wen Jingyao was not happy at all.

"I was shocked when I knew that the sixth child was Fu Lin... How should I put it, it's quite different from what I thought in my heart."

"Is there a big gap?"

"Well, Lao Liu is very tough in the game. First of all, I'm not trying to blackmail him. I'm just a compliment... Maybe Zhu Zhe is close? He has known Ye Dashen for a long time and his personality is not good. Infected, anyway, in the game, he is completely different from his gentle appearance in reality."

"……Oh."

"But some places are quite similar." Wu Zhuofan thought of something, and laughed, "For example, obsessive-compulsive disorder that cannot be changed."

"OCD?"

"Mr. Wen, Lao Liu has tidied up the CD rack and sundries rack in your home, right? He has obsessive-compulsive disorder in the game, so it doesn't seem strange that he likes to do housework."

"..."

"Usually, he tidied up all our warehouses in the past by himself, and everyone else could only worship. Oh, oh... Also, he has a particularly morbid feature, that is, he only uses leaf-shaped medicine bottles. He has replaced all the medicines in our warehouse into a uniform style!" Wu Zhuofan continued to chatter, completely oblivious to the slight change in Wen Jingyao's expression when he heard this, "This habit may have something to do with Ye Dashen, it is said that Ye The Great God is also a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder who only uses leaf bottles..."

"..."

storehouse?tidy?Leaf bottle?

A few key words flashed through his mind quickly, and what Wen Jingyao saw was the hidden online gang warehouse—separated into categories, neat and orderly, and all the medicine bottles were replaced with a uniform leaf style.

Xiao Yuer said that the warehouse was organized by his apprentice Guangling.

Guangling, Lingguang, the inexplicable sense of familiarity, the same obsessive-compulsive disorder, is it really just a coincidence?

"Mr. Wen, is there anything else you want to ask?"

"No more." Wen Jingyao shook his head, suppressing the question that was on his mind.

He didn't have the habit of speculating on other people's minds, and he didn't intend to discuss this issue with Wu Zhuofan.

Because the person he cares more about now is Ye Xuanqiong.

Fu Lin hurried home as soon as he received the news from his father before, and did not have time to "settle accounts" with Jia Yuguo. Later, after confirming through Qu Yan, he found out that the movie recommended by Jia Yuguo was "Huayan" instead of "Flower Banquet". , the former is a romance film with a background of rural life. The hero and heroine are childhood sweethearts, and after going through twists and turns, they finally get married... As a result, he found a gay-themed "Flower Banquet" because of the homonym of the name, and made a big oolong.

It happened anyway, and it's no use blaming anyone.Wen Jingyao's mind wandered more times after watching the movie than in the past year combined. He must have been stimulated by something... Fortunately, he was going home to see his father at this time, so he could avoid the embarrassment of being together day and night after being away for a while.

It's just that after leaving for a few days, Fu Lin misses the person who stayed at home very much.

When he received the call, the familiar voice made his thoughts flood instantly.

Listening to Wen Jingyao's report on Succulent's situation, like a child who has done something wrong is confessing his mistakes to his parents, Fu Lin really wanted to go straight through the phone line and touch his head...so much so that after hanging up the phone for a long time, the smile on his lips was gone. did not disappear.

Back at the dining table, my father smiled ambiguously and asked him, "Are you in love?"

"……No."

"Is that unrequited love?"

"..."

Knowing a son is like a father, who only pokes people's pain.

"You can tell it just by looking at it. After answering the phone, I kept giggling all the time, and pink bubbles were about to pop out. Tell me, who is the other party, a man?"

"Are you talking nonsense..."

"Oh my god, what's your attitude." The father snorted, "My son confessed his sexuality to me before he went to college. I didn't send him to electric shock therapy and I didn't lock him up in a dark room. A tolerant father like me is Endangered species, do you know how to cherish them?"

"Dad." Fu Lin's attitude also softened, "You really don't need to worry about this matter, I just have a crush on him, and I don't even know if the other party is straight or crooked."

"If you want to grab a man's heart, you must first grab his stomach." My father started teaching on his own, "Why don't I teach you another dish today, the 'Raspberry Crab Meat' I created recently, the official dish It's called 'bloodyberry', and it combines tender and delicious crab meat with..."

"Stop... No one wants to eat such a strange dish!"

"What's so strange?"

"It's weird from top to bottom."

"Then..." Father rubbed his chin, "Sure-seduce directly?"

"..."

Fu Lin didn't want to discuss with the unreliable man anymore, so he stood up and cleared the dishes.

"He hasn't seen the scars on my body yet. He is a decent and traditional good student. If he knew that your son was in the society when he was young, he was almost hacked to death that year... maybe he wouldn't be able to accept it."

"..." Father was silent.

Fu Lin didn't care about bringing up the old story at all, and went to the kitchen with the plate.

After a while, my father's voice came from behind me.

"Xiao Lin, the past is over. You are a good boy, and your mother and I are the ones who are wrong."

"Don't say that, I don't blame you." Fu Lin shook his head, "I live with him now, purely as roommates. I just want to get along with him quietly until graduation."

"Xiao Lin, you have to seize the opportunity. Don't wait for your partner to be abducted by others before graduation."

"...Dad, you can really poke my sore spot."

His father stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder solemnly: "If you have any troubles in love in the future, please feel free to consult me, an expert."

"Expert? I think you have been wandering outside for so many years, but you haven't brought me a stepmother back?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to bear bringing a foreign girl back..."

"Dad, I'm serious." Fu Lin turned his head and looked at his father seriously, "If you have someone you want to settle down with, I absolutely support your remarriage. You don't have to think too much for me. I won't trouble you any more..."

"What nonsense." His father pressed his head hard, ruffled his hair, "I will depend on you to support me in the future, what trouble is it? When I am old, don't dislike me. Just don't think I can't walk. gone."

"If you can't walk, I can carry you on my back."

The father and son looked at each other and laughed.