Qin trace and sword shadow [online game]

Fu Lin resignedly picked up the pen.

"If it's too late tonight, don't go back at all, go to sleep with me."

"...I didn't plan to go back at all." Fu Lin took a deep breath, "I'll stay at your house for a few days."

"Oh, good. As long as you don't dislike having an over-enthusiastic mother at home." Qu Yan agreed to him casually, but suddenly felt something was wrong, "Hey? Wait, why didn't you go back? What's wrong with Mr. Wen?"

Fu Lin didn't know how to answer.

Seeing his hesitant attitude, Qu Yan couldn't help guessing: "You...could it be because you can't help but attack at night..."

"No."

"That's... he found out?"

"He discovered my identity in the game." Fu Lin replied in a low voice, "Then I took advantage of the situation and told him that I like him."

"Confession..." Qu Yan patted his heart to digest for a while.I wanted to ask what the result was, but judging from the fact that Fu Lin asked him to borrow it, the confession should have no good results.

"Failed?"

"I don't know, he didn't say anything." Fu Lin shook his head, "I really can't stay any longer, so I'll just come out and find you."

"Tell me, Mr. Wen, does he not understand what you mean at all?"

"what……?"

"Did you forget the lessons learned from tie flowers? He has no love brain at all. It's probably hard to imagine that others will like him."

While copying the book in scribbled handwriting, Fu Lin recalled Wen Jingyao's silent reaction before.When Qu Yan mentioned this, he couldn't help being suspicious.But still remember when he called Wen Jingyao and said "Bai He likes you" before, the other party seemed to understand?

At this moment, the phone in the trouser pocket vibrated desperately.

He took it out and saw the caller: Wen Jingyao.

"..."

Seeing Fu Lin holding the phone in a daze, Qu Yan leaned over to look at it, and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Do you think he suddenly became enlightened and came to you to express his heart?"

Fu Lin gave him a blank look.Can't even dream of such a thing.

Anxiously connected, there was Wen Jingyao's cold voice on the other end of the phone.

"How do you eat panna cotta?"

"……what?"

I never expected that it would be such a rambling sentence, but the tone was very serious.

"It's frozen, can I eat it directly?"

"Uh..." Fu Lin didn't have time to think, and replied reflexively, "There is a small bottle of jam next to it, see? Put a little jam, it will taste better."

"understood."

"..."

Wait, why is that first phone call after a confession so stupid!What went wrong?

What about the expected storm? "You move away", "I don't want to see you again", "You are a good person"...where are the lines like that!

Fu Lin instantly felt that all his psychological construction was in vain.

"Are you really not coming back tonight?"

"Hmm... Qu Yan has something to do here."

"Then I'll eat it all."

"..."

The phone was disconnected.

Seeing Fu Lin swaying twice, Qu Yan looked shocked, and hurried over to lend him a shoulder to lean on.

"Master Fu, what did you say? What kind of jam is not jam..."

Fu Lin opened his mouth and only uttered two sounds: "Hehe."

Lyrics: "..."

A group of people copied books in the bar until the early morning.After finishing work, Fu Lin followed Qu Yan back home.

Fortunately, the Qu family's mansion is big enough, and the two of them slipped in lightly, so as not to disturb their sleeping parents.

Lying on the bed after washing, Fu Lin's mind was full of Wen Jingyao sitting in the living room, and he didn't feel sleepy after rolling around for a long time.

Listening to his tossing and turning, Qu Yan didn't feel like going to sleep anymore, her gossiping heart was just about to move.

I'm still very curious about the content of the phone calls between these two people at night...

"Hey."

Qu Yan couldn't help reaching out and poking Fu Lin.

"Tell me what's going on with President Wen?"

"Didn't I tell you?"

"Details, please be detailed! If you don't describe to me his tone, reaction, and description at that time, how can I help you analyze it in detail?"

"Yo, you've become a love expert..."

"Anyway, he has more experience than you, the house boy."

"..."

Although this sentence was true, it was completely poking at Fu Lin's sore spot.He unceremoniously threw a pillow on Qu Yan's face, and then recounted the conversation with Wen Jingyao at night according to his own memory, including the strange phone call of course.

"Boss Wen called to ask if the milk jelly can be eaten?"

"That's right..." Fu Lin pressed his temple wearily, "I don't understand what he's thinking."

"Mr. Wen has always spoken very straightforwardly. If he couldn't accept your confession, he would definitely reject you right then?" Qu Yan quickly entered the role and started working as a "love analyst".

"...um." In theory, yes.

"But he didn't refuse you."

"Could it be that he really didn't understand?" Fu Lin felt a sense of sadness in his heart, and instantly felt a little bit of sympathy for Xihua.This is the first time he has taken the initiative to confess to someone he likes in his life. Will he be classified as "incomprehensible" in the end?

"According to me, to confess to people with low EQ like Mr. Wen, just saying 'I like you' is not enough, because there is no concept of love in their world, it is better to say it more clearly , plus a little practical action, so that he can quickly understand your intention." When he said this, he paused, "Uh...Of course I know you don't dare to do it."

"Could it be possible to say 'I love you'?" Fu Lin murmured incredulously, "This is too much..."

"I think the words 'I want to marry you' and 'I want to be buried in your ancestral grave' are more understandable to him than 'I love you'."

"Damn it." Fu Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Anyway, trust me in one thing—Mr. Wen really likes you. No matter whether he can understand your feelings in a short time or not, he won't hate you for this matter."

"... Which one do you like?"

"I don't know which kind you like, but it's a miracle that he is willing to walk around with you and even come to baseball games with a loner and cold personality like him? The way he looks at you is very gentle, just like watching you Other people are different. You may not feel it yourself, after all, only a bystander knows this kind of thing..."

Although he felt that half of Qu Yan's words were aimed at comforting himself, Fu Lin was inevitably a little happier.

So-called fools in love.

"After you dropped your vest, you suddenly confessed to Mr. Wen. He won't be less affected than you. You probably have to think about it for a while. You might as well give him some time and space to think about it slowly."

"So what's next?"

"Cold treatment." Qu Yan concluded.

"Cold treatment?"

"You just find an excuse to stay at my house these few days and don't go back, just wait and see how he reacts."

In the dark room, Qu Yan's smirk overflowed from the quilt.

"...Why do I feel that you seem to be very happy?"

"I have a very strong hunch that you will be my first step on the road to success as a 'relationship expert.'"

Fu Lin: "..."

With this inexplicable phone call at night, not only Fu Lin on the other end couldn't figure out what the caller was thinking, but even Wen Jingyao himself couldn't figure it out.

After hanging up the phone, he really ate all the panna cotta in the refrigerator in one go.

Some people say that eating can relieve stress, and Wen Jingyao understood this sentence.But this kind of behavior quickly brought him sequelae-eating too much cold food, and his stomach hurt all night.

Early the next morning, I could only ask for leave from school with a pale face, and I felt better after sleeping until noon, and my body was still limp and weak.

When people are sick, their nerves are much more fragile than usual, and Wen Jingyao, whose EQ is different from ordinary people, is no exception.He kept thinking about when his cohabitant would come back, and then he couldn't sleep at all, only his head was still throbbing and hurting.

Although they were separated for less than 24 hours, he missed Fu Lin.

Although he might be angry about Ye Xuanqiong when they meet again, he misses Fu Lin.

Why don't you come back?Don't say anything about class, he remembered that the other party didn't have class this afternoon.

Wen Jingyao glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed, it was almost one o'clock.

Now urgently need to eat to replenish strength.

Get up from the bed and walk to the kitchen, and worry about what to eat and how to eat.

Fu Lin doesn't like him eating convenience food. The instant noodles and instant porridge at home have long since run out of convenience fans. I ate the last bag last time, so I can't be lazy if I want to.

Wen Jingyao could only start with the simplest and quickest way, making himself an egg custard in the microwave.As a result, a little too much water was added, and the egg liquid rushed out of the bowl...

He didn't have the time to clean the microwave oven, he frowned, and took a few mouthfuls of the bowl of egg custard that was still undercooked.

Whether it tastes good or not is another matter, but the stomach warms up anyway.

Throwing the bowl into the sink at random, he didn't want to go back to sleep, but turned around and entered Fu Lin's room.

Of course there was no one in the room.

The windows were closed, and the sheets were a little wrinkled, as they were when we left last night.

Fu Lin is a very tidy person, his room is always bright and clean, exuding a cool atmosphere.

Wen Jingyao glanced across the desk, saw something, and instantly felt that the headache he had just relieved became stronger again.

On the desk, next to the computer, there is a delicate silver photo frame.The photo that Wen Jingyao had seen in the book was now placed outside in a grand manner.

A group photo of Ye Xuanqiong and Fu Lin.

When he looked up again and saw the Shanhe commemorative figure in the bookcase, his head seemed to hurt a little more.

A gift from Ye Xuanqiong to Fu Lin.

In this room, traces of Ye Xuanqiong were everywhere.

Wen Jingyao gently picked up the photo frame and looked at the group photo carefully for the first time.

In all fairness, it looks pretty good.In the photo, Fu Lin, who is not yet an adult, has an immature face and a bright smile, which seems to embody all the simplicity and beauty in the world, but the hand on his shoulder from the man next to him...is a bit of an eyesore.

This is what Wen Jingyao didn't know, Fu Lin four years ago.

It is also what he suddenly wants to know recently, Fu Lin in the past.