you are the cutest in the world

Knowing that Wei You did not intend to stop him from going to Xuchang, Wei Xu immediately sent the address of the rental house, which is not far from Wei You's home, and it is only about eight or nine stations away by subway.

However, due to the relatively remote location of the community where he rented a house, he had to walk a long distance after leaving the subway station. Although Wei You rushed over after having breakfast, it was almost eleven o'clock by then.

Worried that Wei You couldn't find a place, Wei Xu waited early at the gate of the community. After the two met, Wei Xu took him back to his small rental house.

This community has obviously been built for many years, and the side walls of several buildings are covered with creepers.

The building Wei Xu rented didn't even have an elevator. When Wei You heard that he lived on the seventh floor, his legs felt a little weak.

"Actually, it's not the seventh floor, it's just the attic above the sixth floor."

"Then you just climb up and down like this every day?" Wei You couldn't remember how long it had been since he climbed the stairs of such a high floor, and he began to feel out of breath after the fourth floor.

Wei Xu was obviously used to it. Seeing that he was struggling, he accompanied him and slowed down his pace upstairs, walking and breathing steadily when talking: "Well, after all, the rent is cheap."

Wei You nodded, and echoed: "Indeed, it also saves the cost of fitness."

Panting and climbing to the seventh floor, the stairs turn around and there is a door, which is the highest floor of the building.

Wei Xu took the key and unlocked the door, and when he opened the door, a warm smell of sunshine came over his face. Wei You walked into the room, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

Looking at the dilapidated outside, he thought the room would be small and damp, but it turned out to be more spacious and comfortable than expected.

The attic is indeed an attic with a sloping roof, but the room has obviously been carefully decorated by the original owner. The floor and ceiling are covered with smooth original wood panels, and the walls are painted in a color between blue and blue. With a few old movie posters, it has the style of literary youth.

The room is not particularly big, but it is enough for one person to live in. There is an independent bathroom next to the door, so the condition is not bad.

What caught Wei You's eyes was the floor-to-ceiling glass door and window facing the bed. Wei Xu didn't close the glass door before going out. At this time, the spring morning sun spread unobstructed on the floor, and the warm wind blew the glass. The lace curtain beside the door flutters gently, and the picture is as beautiful as an oil painting.

Wei You walked through the glass door and went to the rooftop outside to have a look.

Compared with the interior of the room, the undecorated roof is much rougher, the concrete floor is cracked in many places, and the edges and corners are covered with moss, which is a little messy.

But this place is sunny and a perfect place to dry clothes.

Wei You came back from the rooftop and asked curiously, "Your place is nice, how much is the rent?"

"One thousand and two."

"Wow, that's very cheap. Although the floors to climb are a bit high, the decoration is definitely worth it."

"Well, the landlord is a photographer I met when I was a model. This is his original studio. Now he has found another place to open a studio, so he can rent it to me cheaply." Wei Xu said while Take out ice water from the refrigerator, pour it into a glass, and give it to Wei You to quench his thirst.

"No wonder, I just said that the atmosphere of this place looks a bit familiar, it turned out to be a studio." Wei You drank two sips of ice water, went to the bookcase and looked through the old magazines in the basket.

Wei Xu sat on the sofa, his eyes followed Wei You's movements, he didn't speak or do anything, as if he was enjoying the time alone with his brother.

Finding that many of the bookcases where things should have been placed were empty, Wei You glanced at the two cardboard boxes and suitcases beside the coffee table, and chuckled lightly: "I haven't answered the phone for the past two days and are you busy packing things?"

Wei Xu explained without confidence: "When you called yesterday, I really didn't have my mobile phone with me."

"Then you didn't call back?"

Wei Xu pursed his lower lip, not daring to answer.

Wei You was too lazy to investigate any further, so he put the water glass on the coffee table, squatted down and looked at the contents of the cardboard box, and saw that it was almost full of notebooks and books, so he asked, "Do you want to take all of these away?"

"Well, it's someone else's house after all, so it's not safe to keep some important things here."

Wei Xu said: "Originally, I wanted to wait for you to arrive in Xuchang, and then ask for your address and send these things there."

"Then you are really clever."

Wei You took out a notebook from the cardboard box, thinking it was Wei Xu's study notes, but when he opened it, he saw a line of date and time clearly in diary format, so he immediately closed it and put it back into the box.

Immediately, he found that the box was basically full of similar notebooks, and he couldn't help being surprised: "Your box is not full of diaries, is it?"

"En." Wei Xu nodded in response.

Wei You roughly counted the notebooks in the box, there were at least twenty or so: "This is too much, are you still writing a diary every day?"

Wei Xu shook his head: "No, now I only write when I encounter something I want to record."

"That's tiring enough, when are you going to send them out?"

"Wait a while to see if there is a courier. If it is too late, I can only move to the courier station by myself."

Wei You thought for a while, and suggested: "If you don't read this box of things often, or you can move to my house first, it would be troublesome to send two boxes of books back and forth."

Wei Xu said happily: "Okay, but some reference books may be used and need to be sorted out."

"Then you tidy up now, and I'll move things over when I go back later."

Wei Xu responded, got up and packed the things in the cardboard box again.

Seeing him take out a thick diary and stack it on the coffee table, and tie it together with a thin hemp rope he found somewhere, Wei You said, "Don't worry, I won't read your diary."

Wei Xu raised his eyes and said, "You can watch."

Wei You raised his eyebrows: "Really, isn't this your diary?"

"Well, anyway, I don't have any secrets to keep from you, so it doesn't matter if I give all these things to you." Wei Xu said very frankly.

In fact, he still wished Wei You could see more, so that the other party could understand and understand many complicated feelings that he couldn't express in these years.

Wei You only thought he was joking, and said with a smile: "What do I want your diary to do, keep it for yourself as a collection." Then he bent down and helped him tidy it up.

That's what he said at the moment, but before going to bed at night, Wei You really couldn't restrain his curiosity when he saw the box of diaries next to the bedside table.

An ordinary cardboard box that was half-hidden, because it stored Wei Xu's past thoughts for more than ten years, was like a treasure chest waiting to be opened by him at this moment, exuding a charming fragrance to lure him.

He wanted to read the diary. On the one hand, he was curious about Wei Xu's inner opinion of him. On the other hand, he also wanted to know what Wei Xu had been doing during the five years he had been away.

Since Wei Xu had said that he could look through them at will, Wei You didn't deliberately restrain his infatuation. After opening the box, he untied the bundled hemp rope, picked among them for a while, and then pulled out the book he had opened during the day. journal.

He remembered that the date he flipped over was exactly in 2016, a year after he left.

Feeling a little nervous, Wei You held the diary and sat on the head of the bed, leaning against the pillow, and opened the first page of the diary.

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