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Wen Qi stood on the balcony and made a phone call, looking over the half-open window at the goldfish swimming in the pool. He was fascinated by the sight, and naturally he was absent-minded when speaking. Want to throw the phone out.

But the mobile phone was just bought with the private money I saved secretly for a year, so I was reluctant.

"What time do you come back?"

Wen Qi didn't answer, and asked with a smile, "Brother Zeng, Valentine's Day is still a few days away, what do you plan to do with Huang Yi?"

Zeng Daxian, who lacked a root string in his mind, was easily taken away from his thoughts. He sat in the office, his eyes stopped on the photo frame on the desk, and on the face of the man with a paralyzed smile. Love appeared in his eyes, "We plan to go to Honeymoon."

"Again?" Wen Qi laughed and looked away from the fish pond, "I remember you said the same thing last year."

"Honeymoon is once a year, and he and I are newly married every year." Zeng Daxian, who was immersed in happiness, suddenly thought of something, and his face darkened, "Wen Qi, you haven't said when you will come back. You are not here these days, sir. I'll give you a substitute, the ratings plummeted, many listeners have opinions, every year at the end of the station..."

The roar in his ear was getting louder and louder. Wen Qi put the phone away and kept it away from his ear. He said, "I'll be back in a few days. Brother Zeng, I wish you a New Year's greeting in advance. Happy New Year. Say hello to Huang Yi for me."

After finishing speaking, I hung up.

In the end, I took out the battery board of the mobile phone, just in time to charge it.

Back in the room, Wen Qi sat beside Shen Mo, rubbed his face against his neck, touched his waist for a while, and then stretched in, "Xiaobei, do you want to take a break?"

Shen Mo was writing an essay, thinking about tomorrow's New Year's Eve dinner, he frowned slightly, "Go downstairs to accompany grandpa."

Kissing his cheek with his lips, pinching Shen Mo's chin with his hand, leaning over to press those two soft lips, crushing them gently.

He opened his mouth to let the man invade and plunder, silently finished typing the last sentence, moved his hand from the keyboard, and rubbed the back of his neck, stroking him intimately.

Between the lips and tongue, the panting became longer, and the wet kiss went from gentle to passionate, then gradually crazy, and finally slowly lingering in the rapid breathing.

His fair cheeks were flushed slightly, and he took a breath silently, "Go."

Wen Qi licked off the liquid from the corners of Silence's lips, rubbed his hair, and then stood up and walked out of the room.

His thoughts gradually calmed down, Shen Mo continued to write, turned on the music he often listened to, and sat in front of the computer enjoying himself, presenting the knowledge he had mastered before in a relaxed way.

The sound of Didi sounded, Shen Mo clicked on the message box, saw the beating profile picture, raised his eyebrows slightly.

When the window opened, I saw a string of kaomoji: ______ silently typed a few words on it.

All the way north: what's wrong?Big cat, the number was stolen?

Big Cat and Little Mi: Beibei, I wish Teacher Wen a New Year greeting, but he has been ignoring me.

All the way to the north: He has returned to his hometown these days.

After being quiet for a while, the video box popped up the next moment, and Shen Mo refused decisively.

Big cat and little kitty: ...

Then you asked and I answered nonsense for a while.

Big Cat and Little Mi: Beibei, you are the object of Mr. Wen's confession, right? ╭(╯^╰)╮I read it on Mr. Wen's Weibo, and the message he sent was the day he came to City C.

After making a big circle and wandering from south to north, I finally got to the point.

Shen Mo pressed the center of his eyebrows, and typed two words after finishing the manuscript of a chapter.

All the way north: smart.

Big Cat and Little Mi: How about a photo of you together?Otherwise, I will tell the story of you being together in the group!

The corner of Shen Mo's mouth twitched, and he got off the Penguin very calmly.

Sooner or later, you will know that although there are a lot of troubles, there must be a lot of blessings.

When Wen Qi found the old man downstairs, he was carefully pruning the potted plants with scissors, trimming off some of the growing branches and leaves.

"grandfather."

Wen Qi didn't respond, and went straight to the topic, "Let me cook tomorrow's New Year's Eve dinner, Xiaobei doesn't know how to cook, and he hasn't slept well for two nights because of this matter."

The old man's face turned cold, and the scissors clicked, "Why, did he lose his temper with you?"

"Xiaobei will never make trouble in front of me without reason. He is too independent, and he is taking care of me in many things." Wen Qi trimmed the old man's gray hair, "Grandpa, you should be able to see that Xiaobei's knowledge Very broad, eager to learn, calm, and neither arrogant nor impetuous in doing things, that kind of calmness and restraint even makes me feel inferior."

There was a pause, and Wen Qi's voice was lowered, with strong emotion, "Meeting him is a blessing for your grandson, and I believe it will also be a blessing for our Wen family, Grandpa, don't test him anymore, I Distressed."

Hearing his grandson's words, the old man sighed, put down the scissors, and sat on the chair, "Who cares about the finances?"

"I."

Seeing that the old man's expression softened a bit, Wen Qi didn't say the latter sentence "It's Xiaobei who doesn't want to take care of it, so I take care of it".

"Our Wen family is also a family of scholars. He has passed the test in terms of talent and knowledge, but he is not good at housework. How will you live in the future?" The old man frowned, "The grandson I have spent decades raising should There are a lot of thoughtful girls in the town, and now that boy is cheap, why do you still have to cook for him and wash his clothes?"

The more the old man talked, the more angry he became. The grandson he brought up belonged to someone else, which reminded him of the cat he had raised for several years, so he just ran away.

After pouring a cup of tea and putting it in front of the old man, Wen Qi raised the corners of his lips, "Grandpa, daughter-in-law is for pampering."

The old man frowned, "Nothing!"

Wen Qi smiled and said nothing.

In the afternoon, Mo Mo wrote two Spring Festival couplets, and Wen Qi showed them off in front of the old man.

"Grandpa, how is it?" Wen Qi said with pride.

The old man hummed indifferently, but looked a few more times in his eyes. The calligraphy is majestic and sophisticated. It is impossible to do it without decades of skills. It doesn't look like a teenage boy at all. from.

Although the handwriting is good, it is still a bit worse than his.

The old man thought about it secretly again. That kid had so many thoughts that he couldn't see through, and he was worried that his grandson would suffer.

In the early morning of the [-]th, people in the town saw the old man and his family carrying bags to the grave. They would come forward to say hello when they encountered each other, say a few words of concern, and kindly remind them that the road is difficult to walk and so on.

The ancestors of the Wen family lived here. The old man returned to the small town to live a leisurely life after retiring from the government office. Wen Qi's parents divorced when he was very young, and both of them formed a new family.

At that time, Wen Qi lived with the old man, and the grandfather and grandson also had someone to rely on.

Burning paper money and setting off firecrackers on the grave of the ancestors, Mo Mo and Wen Qi kowtowed three times in front of the grave.

The last one to worship was Old Mrs. Wen. The corners of the old man's eyes were a little moist, and his usually stern face softened. He said something to himself, and then pulled out the withered weeds from the grave.

Wen Qi didn't help. He knew the old man, was stubborn, and persisted.

During the New Year's Eve dinner, Wen Qi made a fuss, cooked a pot of glutinous rice, poured it into a large dustpan and made balls, silently made one by the side and ate one by one. When he was full, he looked at Wen Qi in a daze.

It is said that serious men are the most charming, and this sentence is not a lie.

Wen Qi enjoyed the silent gaze, and with a smile on his face, he stuffed the pinched glutinous rice balls into Shen Mo's mouth.

The two of them had been busy in the kitchen for a long time, and Wen Qi was basically washing and chopping vegetables. He couldn't understand after watching in silence. This was the first time he saw a plate of complex dishes change from raw to mature. , The color and fragrance are complete.

A gentle and handsome man who can cook well is undoubtedly a plus.

A string of firecrackers was set off before the meal, and it was done in silence. He hadn't done this for many years, and he was calm on the surface, but excited inside.

There is a custom in the small town. Before the New Year’s Eve dinner, a small bowl of braised pork will be delivered door-to-door, not much, just a few yuan, which means prosperity.

Dozens of households delivered them one by one, and each household had dozens of bowls of braised pork. They didn't eat it that day, and they didn't eat it until after the second day of junior high school.

After the work is over, the whole family sits on the table, and there are advertisements on the TV, all of which are New Year's greetings. It is festive and lively. Before the party starts, every family in front of the TV can feel the atmosphere of the New Year.

Shen Shen picked up the drink, and Wen Qi stood up together, "Grandpa, I wish you good health."

Glancing at him, the old man took a sip of his wine, smacked his lips, and waited for the heartburn to dissipate, before responding.

After that, the atmosphere was very peaceful and warm. Wen Qi saw that the old man's eyebrows were not wrinkled, and guessed that he should be in a good mood. He mentioned one thing, "Grandpa, come back to live in City C with us after the next year."

The old man took a mouthful of hot vegetables, "No."

Knowing that the old man was displeased, Wen Qi didn't say anything else. He would mention that sentence every year. The old man's answer was always the same, but he still hoped that the other party could go to City C with him, so that he could take care of him.

"Ding, happy new year."

A voice suddenly appeared in his head, and the chopsticks in Shen Mo's hands shook slightly, and he asked in his heart, "111? Or 000?"

"Ding, it's 000 who is paying New Year's greetings to Mr. Shen."

The blue veins on the forehead of Shen Mo are throbbing, it doesn't matter what the New Year greetings are, the important thing is whether there is something wrong with the system, and whether he can go back on time.

"Ding, to tell you the truth, Mr. Shen, there is a loophole in the system, and many previously archived parts are lost, and we are trying our best to fix it."

"Don't tell me, the previous volumes are all lost."

"Ding, not really, but... Didi, Didi, Didi..."

The sound of Didi Didi in his head disappeared after a while, Mo Mo frowned, the food in his mouth was not the original taste.

After dinner, I watched the party with the old man and said hello and went back to the house. The group was paying New Year's greetings to each other, and Shen Mo logged in both himself and Wen Qi's Penguin account.

The fans in the group were eagerly asking about Wen Qi's life.

Teacher Wen: My wife and I are watching the Spring Festival Gala.

The big guy's wolf blood boiled for a while, and the big cat suddenly asked about silence.

All the way to the north: My husband and I were watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Silence on the side saw that Wen Qi answered for him very consciously, and he was speechless as he typed those words.

With such an obvious hint, it didn't take long for those people with big brains in the group to be discovered with the cooperation of Da Mao's intentional or unintentional reminders and Wen Qi.

The big guys were all kinds of incredible at first, and finally they all sent blessings one by one. Seeing the rows of blessings, Wen Qi smiled, hugging silently and smiling happily.

At twelve o'clock, the two of them pressed their lips together, embraced and kissed each other, welcoming the new year with affectionate and focused lips.

When the aunt came over after the year, Mo Mo stayed with Wen Qi for two days before returning to City C. The station produced a program tailored for Wen Qi. On Fridays every week, his workload increased and he became very busy. .

On Valentine's Day, Wen Qi came back from the stage with a large bouquet of roses in his hand and a small box in his trousers pocket. He was out of shape all day and was very excited.

When he came home, he saw Shen Mo lying in front of the computer, shouting, but seeing no response, he thought that the other party was sleepy, so he took off his coat and walked over. He wanted to hug Shen Mo to the bed, but when he touched When he touched his cheek, his fingertips trembled.

"Little Bei?"

With his eyes closed tightly, the face covered in cold sweat remained silent, his bloodless lips were tightly pressed, and his pale face was stuck to his sweat-drenched hair on his forehead. Wen Qi was swept away by a great sense of fear, shaking his hands He picked up Silence and strode out the door.

Wen Qi drove through red lights all the way to the hospital. After learning that it was acute appendicitis, Wen Qi realized that he was drenched and his hands and feet were cold. He cooperated with the traffic police dully and couldn't calm down for a long time.

After returning from the hospital, seeing the roses on the table, as long as he simply thinks about it and connects the strange behavior of the man in those days with that day, he will soon know what would have happened that night if he hadn't been sick.

Silence was inexplicably relieved.

After being ill for a while, it was a very normal minor operation for Shen Mo, but it was magnified countless times by Wen Qi. He began to spend a lot of time researching the medicinal diet, and supervised Shen Mo to finish eating every day.

The two cleaned up the guest room and turned it into a cat house. They bought a pure black cat, which was very obedient and would not make a fuss when eating or drinking.

On this day, Shen Mo opened the webpage as usual, posted a new chapter, opened the comments under the article, and stopped the mouse when he saw one of them.

The reader's comment with "I am a fan of Peking University" is very simple, it is a leave note.

I am a gay friend of Peking University. He has to stop for two months due to physical reasons. He said he was sorry and hoped that everyone would give him time. He will definitely come back when the time comes.

The readers below are overwhelming, most of them are words of concern, hope to get better as soon as possible, pay attention to the body and so on, only a few are complaining, but they are also out of the psychology of hoping to see the article as soon as possible.

After moving the mouse, he clicked in and saw that it was his old reader. After finding the IP based on the code, he found that it was the one who used to come to grab the sofa every day to encourage him.

Because of his persistence day after day, he especially wrote down the vest of this reader.

Shen Shen sat in front of the computer for a while, then he took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, dumbfounded.

What else did that man do without telling him?