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Everyone around was petrified for a few seconds. Teacher Wen asked a young boy for support, but the other boy didn't seem agitated at all, and his calm appearance made them want to poke their eyes.

Shen Mo introduced himself, "My name is Lu Xiangbei."

Among those people, a little fat man let out an exclamation, and searched quickly in the group. When he found a "All the way north", he went directly to Aite, and then exposed the truth in the group.

Big Cat: Mr. Wen was taken care of by Bei Bei [Tearing Cow]

There was a second of silence in the group, and then it boiled over. They clicked on the image to look at each other's profile almost at the same time, but they all returned disappointed.

"All the way to the north?" Wen Qi asked with a smile as he looked at the young man a little above his shoulder.

Ignoring the resentment and envious gazes from all around, Shen Mo let out a faint voice from his nasal cavity, "Mmm."

Wen Qi greeted the others with a smile and said goodbye, followed Shen Mo, and walked quickly towards the exit.

Seeing the long queue of taxis, the two were speechless for a while, and decisively turned around and chose to take the bus.

While waiting for the bus, Wen Qi, who likes to be quiet, stood aside and thought about things. Silence also liked to be quiet, but, forced by the situation, he pursed his lips, meditated for a while, walked over and stood in front of Wen Qi, and looked up at him .

Wen Qi's smiling eyes met his.

"I like listening to your program." Mo Mo thought for a while, and added, "The sound is very nice."

Wen Qi suddenly felt that the young man in front of him was very interesting. There were many people who expressed their thoughts in front of him, but those who were so calm were gone. He asked with a smile, "Really?"

Nodding her head, she said silently, "Well, I listen to it every time."

Wen Qi didn't ask any more questions, just looked at him twice and smiled.

After queuing up to get on the bus, Shen Mo sat on the inside, Wen Qi sat on the outside, one stared out the window, and the other rested with his head down and his eyes closed.

More and more people got on the train, and the air gradually became cloudy. When the train started and left the station, Shen Mo yawned and rested his head on his hands.

Probably caused by stress, his sleep quality was very poor, and Shen Mo fell asleep amidst the slight bumps of the car.

The man standing in the aisle was talking on the phone, swearing loudly, Wen Qi rubbed his temples, and turned his head to look at the boy sitting beside him, but he had already fallen asleep.

The light-colored lips were pursed lightly, and the head moved little by little. With the slight sway of the body, the hair sticking to the back of the neck also swayed. The next moment, the car made a sharp turn, and the boy leaned over without responding, his head on his shoulders.

Wen Qi: ...

The strength on his shoulders was clear, half of his body was stiff, and he sat motionless, his neck was itchy with faint breathing.

The more I hope that the time will pass faster, the opposite will often happen. Wen Qi heard the voice of the station announcement in the car, and thought over and over again in his heart how many stops are left to the reserved hotel.

Logically, the boy should be woken up, but seeing the other's overly fair face and the circle of blue shadows under the eyelids, Wen Qi inexplicably didn't do that.

Instead, he adjusted his sitting posture a few times without knowing it to make the other party more comfortable.

Mo Mo slept very deeply. If it wasn't for the sudden braking of the car, he would probably have fallen asleep again. He didn't dream, and was very comfortable.

When he woke up, he was in a trance for a moment, and it took a while to come back to his senses.

It wasn't until the weight on his shoulders disappeared that Wen Qi realized that his arms were numb. He noticed the young man's gaze and paused to meet him.

"Recently I always have insomnia." He took off his glasses, wiped them with a cloth and put them on again, and said silently and apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Then the silent eyes were a little weird, and he didn't say anything, but Wen Qi was very keen to understand what the other party was weird about.

"I just woke up too."

Wen Qi didn't know why he was lying, the words blurted out, the curve of his own lips became smaller, and the people standing in the aisle all looked at him intentionally or unconsciously when they heard this sentence.

Those doubts and strange eyes made Wen Qi helpless to touch his forehead.

It was almost time to stop, Shen Mo and Wen Qi got up and left their seats and stood by the back door. There were so many people that collisions and frictions of bodies were unavoidable.

His butt was touched, and he raised his eyebrows silently, and glanced at the nonchalant man beside him. He didn't speak, but after a while, the hand behind him made an inch of it, and the force of the touch was stronger, and it was even more provocative. a handful.

Mo Mo's forehead was throbbing with blue veins. After confirming that it wasn't Wen Qi, he suddenly turned around and stared blankly at the person standing behind him. It was a young man about his age, dressed very hip-hop. The other party was very calm at first, turning a deaf ear Humming the music, she felt a little apprehensive after being looked at, and dodged her eyes with a guilty conscience.

He sized up the boy from head to toe, silently looked at his yellow hair and the row of earrings on his ears, and frowned so much that a fly could be crushed to death.

"Boy, sorry."

He is obviously not taller than himself, with thin arms and legs, and white skin like a woman, but he saw the other party's buttocks are raised enough, so he touched them uncontrollably. Who would have thought that the aura was so scary, the young man touched his hair, feeling a little nervous. Dare to look directly at the coldness in each other's eyes.

"sorry."

Shen Mo pursed her lips, and said in a stern tone, "There will be no next time."

That posture reminded the boy of his head teacher, he shook his body, and moved to the left, away from the silence.

Wen Qi noticed that the breath of the people around him had changed, it seemed to fluctuate a little more, not the kind of indifference isolated from the world, he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Silently replied, the car happened to be stopping at this time, and the two got off the car one after the other.

The hotel was booked by Wen Qi in advance. He went to the front desk to get the key card and put the salute away. He stood in the room for a while and took the train for more than five hours. He was a little tired and wanted to sleep, but...

The mobile phone in his trousers pocket rang. Wen Qi looked at the unfamiliar number. The name of the editor downstairs was typed up casually, Xiao Bei.

The boy's voice on the phone was still calm, "I'm fine this afternoon, do you want to go shopping in Donglin Old Street?"

Wen Qi smiled and said, "Okay."

Seeing the figure of the young man when he came out of the hotel, Wen Qi walked over with an undiminished smile. The two walked side by side, and he suddenly spoke in a very easy-going tone.

"You really listen to my show all the time?"

The corner of Shen Mo's eyes twitched, did he have any flaws?He said calmly, "Really."

Donglin Old Street is a scenic spot in City C. It is a must-go place for those who come to visit. In addition to some rebuilt ancient buildings, there are also special folk gadgets and snacks in City C.

It happened to be the busiest time in the afternoon when Shen Mo and Wen Qi went. The alley to enter was very crowded, with people coming and going, shouting and hawking intertwined.

The scent of various snacks wafted in the air, and he took a breath silently, feeling alive for the first time.

"What do you want to eat?"

"My treat."

The two spoke in unison, then looked at each other and smiled, Wen Qi took out his wallet and bought two cups of iced green tea.

The further you go in, the more people there are, the sight of the tall ones is unobstructed, and the short ones are sad. Silence is squeezed next to Wen Qi. He doesn't have any other reactions, but Wen Qi's body is stiff.

Wen Qi walked over to buy a few strings of dried tofu and fish balls, silently asked Wen Qi if he wanted it, and the other party shook his head with a smile.

"It's been a long time since I ate these things." Shen Mo didn't care about Wen Qi's surprise, he curled the corners of his lips, eating very satisfied.

Next, the two of them walked through every alley in the old street. It was also the first time for Shen Mo to come. He felt that when he returned to the city he lived in, there was also an old street like this. The smile is rare and relaxed.

Wen Qi found that he was very comfortable getting along with the young man. The other party was like the cat he raised, obedient, understanding him, and always knowing what he meant. When he wanted to be clean, the other party could accurately receive the message. I won't come and quarrel with him.

From asking and answering politely at the beginning to talking about everything later, the change was very fast, and the boy's extensive knowledge surprised him again.

A feeling of acquaintance hating to be late arose in his heart, and the eyes he looked at the young man became warmer, and the smile on his lips came from the heart.

Going back at night, Shen Mo boarded the penguin, and typed a few words for the resentment in the crowd that hadn't faded all day.

All the way north: bubbling.

Almost at the same time, a line of words appeared below.

Teacher Wen: Bubbling.

The fostering and being fostered went online at the same time, bubbling at the same time, this coincidence made the blood boil again in the group.

Full of adultery, these words were swiped on the screen.

Someone asked, Mr. Wen, do you live with Beibei?

Teacher Wen: I live in a hotel.

Those people still didn't let go, and their brains were wide open.

Mo Mo glanced at the time, it was getting late, he yawned, and typed a few words up.

All the way to the north: I got off first.

Teacher Wen: I got off too.

Yep, God synced up again, Mo Mo's mouth twitched, he turned off the chat history, the phone vibrated, he opened it and looked at the text message, two simple words: good night.

His fingers paused, and he replied two words: good night.

In the next few days, with the help of the mobile phone map, Shen Mo successfully acted as an excellent tour guide, and took Wen Qi to visit several scenic spots that should be visited in City C.

Meals and rides, including buying calligraphy and paintings, are all paid by Wen Qi, and sometimes the coins for the bus are all paid by him, as if he is the one who is kept.

The two get along very well. When they are not talking, they have a tacit understanding to plunge into their own world. When a certain topic brings common interest, it is undoubtedly pleasant.

Sometimes I sit on the side of the street without talking, and I don't feel awkward and bored.

The few days of leave he asked for arrived, Wen Qi was lying on the hotel bed, the phone in his hand was already hot from his hand, the text message was changed and changed, and he read each word many times, from the very beginning to find an excuse to check for typos , Up to now, I have been overwhelmed by inexplicable emotions after giving up.

The figure of the young man kept appearing in his mind, Wen Qi sighed in distress, thinking carefully, he thought, wait a little longer, and determine what he thinks.

In another district of City C, he was reading a book in silence, and kept his mobile phone beside him. He pressed the center of his brows, admiring Wen Qi's rationality, and then expressed sadness at the failure of his plan.

Since Wen Qi left City C, they have never communicated with each other, nor have they spoken on the phone. They have been hiding or diving in the group, as if the day and night together in those days really left no trace.

Silence is very busy every day. He found that he wrote a chapter casually, and after telling everyone that the article could no longer be written, the readers reacted extremely strongly.

I don’t know whether those readers are male or female, which city they live in, or what they are doing. I don’t know everything, but the encouragement in a few words can make people who read it inexplicably moved. This is probably the charm of words.

When people get along with each other, when they can't be face to face, sometimes the feeling they get may be more real.

Two days later, Shen Mo re-opened an article according to his previous style of writing records, and wrote more than 5000 words. Unexpectedly, the effect was much better than he expected.

The speed of silent typing is basically 3000 to 4000, so there is no pressure for him to write a chapter every day. That article is a grave-digging, mainly the knowledge he used to study history.

He will discuss with the textual research party below, which is a kind of enjoyment for him, just like being with students during class.

The more troublesome thing is that Mo Mo has only recently learned that an article needs to meet the data requirements and the word limit in order to be published. In other words, he has to write more than 20 chapters to see if he wants to continue.

At night, when I came out of the shower in silence, I turned on the radio as I was used to, and after a while, there was a voice over there, which remained gentle and pleasant.

"Good evening, listeners, welcome to "Zero Hour", I am Wen Qi."

While listening to the program, he tidied up the bed, Shen Mo lay on the mat wearing big underpants, the electric fan above his head was whistling, the wind was not very cool, it was very hot, the air he breathed was dry and hot, with a faint scent of toilet water.

Putting his hands behind his head, he listened to the voice on the radio in silence, listening to Wen Qi's relaxed chat with the audience, when he caught Wen Qi laughing helplessly after the audience deliberately teased him, he would bend over unconsciously Mouth.

Wen Qi is like a painting. There are not many colors, and there are no jumping colors and those sharply contrasting light and dark tones. At first glance, they are all uniform and warm tones.

The music on the radio stopped, and Wen Qi's voice sank a little, "I'm sorry to everyone, and take a moment to talk about my personal affairs."

Silence turned abruptly and turned up the volume of the radio.

And in all corners of the world, in those cities, people who watch in front of the radio late at night also made the same actions as Silence, except that they were excited and curious, while Silence was the kind of confidence to catch the prey.

"I don't know if you're asleep or if you're in front of the radio. These days I've been thinking about whether I fell in love with you at first sight when we met that day, but I have already confirmed one thing. I want to say that I actually... "Wen Qi didn't escape his current nervousness, he took a sip of water from the water glass, and adjusted the switch of the microphone.

"I like you."