System maintenance

What I said just now was not impulsive, on the contrary, it was determined after thinking about it and thinking about it again and again. However, this is undoubtedly a difficult challenge for Wen Qi who has lived for 26 years and confessed for the first time.

It took him nearly half a month to take this step.

Because for Wen Qi, whether it was going against the opposition of his family at the beginning, insisting on becoming a host on the stage, or confessing to the teenager in front of countless audiences this time, it took a long time to think about it. All factors were analyzed several times one by one.

He never makes decisions lightly, and once he does, he won't give himself a way out.

So this time I don't want to find a friend to pass the loneliness, but a lifelong partner who can go further and walk in front of the priest.

Wen Qi is very nervous now, he is like a kid, sitting in the live broadcast room anxiously and expectantly, clasping his fingers nervously between his brows, and then he can't laugh or cry, because of his overwhelmed reaction at this moment.

"What's going on? Wen Qi, what's the situation now, playing romantic like high school students?"

The director's questioning voice came from the headset, Wen Qi moved the microphone in front of him, stared at the phone with his head down, "Brother Zeng, I'm serious."

Over there, the middle-aged man in the two workshops laughed loudly, "Your boy has finally enlightened. If you have any difficulties, please mention them. Except for Viagra, please mention the others."

"When I submit the leave form, I hope Brother Zeng can still be so straightforward."

He smiled and said a few words. At this time, the phone screen suddenly lit up. Wen Qi stood up and almost threw the phone out in excitement. He tensed up and opened the text message, and read it carefully. After reading it again, I finally sat back in the chair and scratched my hair.

This is a rejection...

The one-hour show was over, and the lights in the studio were always on. The assistant Miao Miao who worked in the small room next to her dealt with those crazy hotlines one by one.

"Mr. Wen, I'm off work first."

Wen Qi hummed listlessly, the incandescent lamp above his head was switched off, blurring the expression on his face, his hand propped his forehead, and the other hand was holding the phone tightly, exuding a sense of loss all over his body.

Miao Miao swallowed, it was the first time she saw this man who had a gentle voice that made countless people obsessed and always smiled so sad.

Thinking of the previous confession, she seemed to understand something, and then her eyes opened slightly. Could it be that Mr. Wen was rejected?

So fast? !

Who can meet such a good man, shouldn't he hide under the covers and have fun secretly?

The corners of Miao Miao's mouth twitched. As a person who has never even held her little hand, I really don't know how to comfort her. In fact, she really wants to go back quickly. At this time, she is so sleepy and hungry, but it seems too meaningless to do so. .

"This... Mr. Wen, if you want to drive a little bit, if you miss this village, there must be a big city waiting for you. In fact, the one standing in front of you is very..."

Miaomiao's words that ran up to her throat cheekily in the second half were swallowed by the man's sudden movement.

"That's right, a friend of mine sent me a text message just now." As if feeling that he had lost his composure, Wen Qi smiled slightly, and said slowly, "He told me that the rental contract has expired. , want to go to another city."

Stretching out her hand and pinching her thigh, she recovered from the man's warm and beautiful smile, frowned and thought for a while, Miao Miao thought about it and said, "Mr. Wen, that friend of yours might want to come to you for dinner. I'm very sorry for such a thing." With experience, dealing with that kind of..."

After talking for a while, seeing the man standing there, she didn't know what she was thinking. After such a short time, she changed from a decadent state of broken love to a foolish look of passionate love. Miao Miao was a little dizzy. She waited and whispered Ask, "Teacher Wen?"

Wen Qi stroked his hair, and the corners of his lips curled up in a clear arc, happily, "He didn't reject me."

"Congratulations." The corners of Miao Miao's mouth twitched again, no wonder people say that people in love are fools, "I wish you good sex."

Radio work is not as easy as imagined. Outsiders will think that it is good to sit on a chair and talk into the microphone. In fact, it is not the case. In addition to preparing manuscripts, you must also protect your own voice. In a closed room, you will be alone. Adjust your own state to the best, and use a simple voice to convey the message.

And the host at zero o'clock has to overcome the sleepiness in the middle of the night. If he is impatient and weak, how can the audience feel warm.

The traffic jam at night is better than during the day. Wen Qi doesn't like the noise of the city center, so he lives in a community in the suburbs and the city. It takes about an hour to drive home. After returning home, he tidies up the house. From the living room, The kitchen, the balcony, and finally the guest room.

After making the bed, Wen Qi lay down, closed his eyes and rested, looking forward to tomorrow.

Probably because of the excitement all night, Wen Qi overslept the next day, and the sound of vibration rang out. He stretched out his hand from under the quilt to touch the bedside table. "Hello."

"it's me."

A faint voice came into the eardrums, and Wen Qi, who was already drowsy, woke up in an instant. He sat up suddenly, "I'm sorry, I fell asleep, where are you now?"

Getting out of bed anxiously, Wen Qi almost tripped over his left and right feet, he was speechless to himself, clamped his mobile phone between his ears and shoulders, freed his hand to put on his pants, and apologized aloud.

Sitting on the edge of the flower bed outside the train station, Mo Mo rested his hands on the box, looked at the people passing by, and listened to the guilt in the man's words on the phone, he felt more complicated about the decision he made last night.

Let's do this first, as for the others, over time, it should all come to fruition.

Sweat was already dripping from Wen Qi's forehead. He finally put on his belt, took out a T-shirt and put it on, and walked towards the door with bare feet, "Have you left the station already?"

"Well, just arrived."

He was already in a hurry, but after hearing this, Wen Qi became even more anxious. He just confessed his love last night and was late today. Such behavior will leave a bad impression on the other party.

Wen Qi repeatedly emphasized not to run around, and after waiting for him, he went to the bathroom to quickly brush his teeth and wash his face, scratched his hair casually, and went out.

The road to the station was very congested, and there were too many traffic lights. Wen Qi kept tapping the steering wheel with his fingers, wondering if the boy would be bored there alone, and what to say when they met.

When he parked the car in the parking lot and looked around while walking, his sight caught the thin figure, Wen Qi exhaled, clenched his fists and stroked his hair on the spot, and strode over.

This was a meeting between the two after nearly a month of separation. There was no embarrassment, and it was quite natural. Wen Qi took the silent box and the backpack next to him.

"Come on, go home."

After saying this, Wen Qi felt more at ease than ever. The different beginnings he thought of along the way were useless, and he just blurted out his thoughts at the moment.

Shen Mo pursed his lips slightly, the man in front of him was sweating profusely, and there was a gentle smile in his eyes when he looked over, he found that the scorching sun above his head was so hot that his palms were covered with sweat.

The two walked side by side to the parking lot. When crossing the road, Wen Qi freed one hand to hold him, and remained silent. He noticed that the man's hand was shaking all the time and was full of sweat.

Sitting in the car, silently admiring the scenery outside, he said casually, "I only have a high school diploma, and I don't have a job. I used to earn some living expenses by writing online novels, but now I might even lose that."

Wen Qi glanced at him sideways and said with a smile, "It doesn't look like it."

"What does that look like?" Shen Mo hooked his lips.

"It's like the kind of old scholar who sits in the studio with a magnifying glass and does research on a pile of antiquities. He has too much life experience." Wen Qi rolled his eyes, recalling the relationship between the two in those days, "You know what?" , When I communicated with you a few times, you reminded me of a teacher in college, he, like you, has his own unique opinions in some aspects, rigorous, stubborn, and harsh."

Silence smiled softly and said nothing.

After returning home to settle the silence, Wen Qi went out again, went to the supermarket to buy him daily necessities, and bought some ingredients by the way.

You will always meet someone, and the acquaintance time is only a few years or decades, but the tacit understanding and compatibility are unobtrusive, a lock with a key, as it should be.

Wen Qi was washing vegetables in the kitchen, and Shen Mo went out to help. After he finished washing the onions, he saw the man looking at him with a gentle smile in his eyes.

"You've peeled the scallion to the last bit."

Shen Mo's eyes twitched, and with a calm face, he handed Wen Qi a particularly clean green onion, and lowered his head to continue washing the green peppers.

Three dishes and one soup, clean and tidy, the two of them sat at the dinner table, eating in a quiet voice, not talking much, listening to the news on TV, and occasionally expressing their own opinions.

Wen Qi speaks well, it is the kind of temperament cultivated by a big family, Shen Mo has never asked the other party's family background, even though he knew it clearly before the contact, but if he told himself, the feeling would probably be different .

After eating, she got up silently, and Wen Qi went to the kitchen first to get a rag.

In the afternoon, they are quiet and busy with their own affairs, and the silence becomes a deep dive party. Occasionally, when he is free to watch for a while, he will drink tea and listen to music, enjoying this simple life.

If it weren't for the system in his mind that ran out from time to time, he would probably be more comfortable.

Living together, it is inevitable that there will be many embarrassing scenes. For example, when both of them have to use the bathroom, it will not cause a little disturbance for Shen Mo, who has no idea how old his mental age is, but Wen Qi is sad. Once I held back for a long time.

Every night when he came back from get off work, Wen Qi would act like a thief, walking very lightly. After washing, he would go to the guest room and carefully open the door, go in and take a look at the boy on the bed, cover him with a quilt before going out.

The days passed day by day, from the beginning of July to the end of August, the time passed quickly, and he didn't go out in silence, sometimes he didn't leave the room for half a day, and because Wen Qi went to work in the early morning, he had plenty of time during the day, he didn't like to be in bed It took too long, I used to move the chair to the balcony alone, but now there are two people.

The afternoon sun was scorching hot, pouring in through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, hitting the boy's fair face as if it had been coated with a layer of light, Wen Qi's attention was removed from the documents in his hand, and he looked a little lost in thought.

He thought to himself, he had to find a time to go home and take Xiaobai over, so that he could accompany this person when he was not at home. The longer he spent with him, the more he felt that this person was out of place in the world, like a The quiet stagnant water in the pool closed itself in a safe corner.

The wind blows in, the rain hits in, and the sun doesn't shine.

Wen Qi walked over, reached out to touch Silent's hair, saw that he didn't show any repulsive expression, touched it again, leaned over and called softly, "Xiao Bei."

Shen Mo didn't look up, his eyes still fell on the book, and the pen in his hand made a mark on the place of interest, "Huh?"

The man's refreshing breath approached, accompanied by a voice hoarse because of nervousness, "Can I kiss you?"

Slightly raised eyebrows, silently put down the book, leaned back, relaxed back and leaned on the wicker chair, with a smile on his lips, "Yes."

The young man's eyebrows and eyes were extremely clear when he smiled, but when he looked deep, there was a seductive expression on his face, his clean and delicate appearance suddenly became eye-catching.

He was obviously cold, rigorous, and abstinent from head to toe, but for no reason it gave people the illusion that he was sending out an invitation.

Wen Qi's jaw was tense, his throat moved slightly, he slowly leaned over, touched those two light-colored lips, kissed lightly, put his hand on the back of Shen Mo's head, and slowly stroked the soft hair under his fingertips Silk.