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When Wen Yu went to visit the prison again, he didn't bring a book with him, but brought a KFC for his father.

He specially bought a fancy new set meal, so that Wen Jianwu could feel the breath of the new era.

In fact, things like French fries and chicken wings cannot be delivered, and the taste will become bad after a while.

But there is a library and a supermarket in the prison. I guess you can buy everything from Laoganma’s potato chips, and if you come here for a day, something new...it should be very good.

Prison guards went over the fried chicken burger with a scanner.

The scanner was very honest and didn't make a sound.

"Okay," he beckoned, "take it away."

When Wen Jianwu walked in again, the prison guard thoughtfully brought the whole box of meal to the other side of the glass wall in advance, so that Wen Yu could watch him eat it.

Chicken nuggets, burger mashed potatoes, ketchup and sweet chili sauce.

"It's specially chosen at eleven o'clock. You haven't had lunch yet, have you?"

Wen Jianwu's scalp was tinged with cyan, his beard was not completely shaved, and he looked a little old.

He wasn't energetic, but he was stunned for a while when he encountered such long-lost food.

Wen Yu approached the glass window and took out his own share.

"Dad, let's have a meal together, shall we?"

He originally only wanted to buy one copy, but suddenly realized on the road, he deliberately turned around and bought a new one.

If he just watched him eat through the glass window, he would somehow feel like giving alms in a zoo.

He doesn't want that.

He wanted to be closer to his father, and closer to anything in this world.

Wen Yu has changed a lot this year, as if she is gradually reconciling with everything.

When he took out the French fries, he deliberately picked one and took a bite, showing a disappointed expression: "It's really soft, Dad, don't eat this, just eat a hamburger."

Wen Jianwu shook his head and suddenly laughed: "I like to eat French fries."

They sat across from each other and had lunch through a wall of bulletproof glass.

"Your mother, every time I saw me taking you to KFC McDonald's, she would pinch my ears when I returned home..." Wen Jianwu held the hamburger in both hands, laughing uncontrollably: "In the end, I fed her chicken nuggets, and every time she said no Eat it or not, in fact, it's all finished, and I blamed me for not dipping her in the sauce."

"She has that personality," Wen Yu said with a smile, "It's the same when I take her to eat hot pot now."

He didn't feel it before, but this year it seems to have suddenly opened up.

Every time I went to visit my father, it was like going to see the priest in the church, or seeing a psychiatrist.

Wen Yu does not believe in religion, nor has he confessed to anyone.

This is actually a very decompressing thing.

Talk out all the accumulated, depressed, and boring things, and wait for the other person on the other side of the wall cage to lightly say that you are not guilty, and the whole body will be relieved like a reward.

From a practical point of view, Wen Jianwu was locked in prison, and Wen Yu had almost all freedom.

But every time Wen Yu looked at him, it was as if he was accepting being visited.

At first, he was like a curled seaweed, unwilling to be touched by anyone, and it was very difficult to visit the prison several times a year.

It's so hard to reach out and touch family affection.

After returning to Beijing, Wen Yu seemed to have really struggled out, and began to try to stick his head out of the water to breathe, tried to stretch out all the internal organs and bones, and lived again like a fresh start.

Wen Jianwu ate very slowly. I don't know if it was because he had to wait a month to see his son after eating, or because he really had a lot to say in his heart.

They were supposed to talk about a lot of deep stuff.

For example, the choice of the future, the distance from the family, the assumption and letting go of responsibilities.

As a result, 10 minutes passed, just chatting about the sparrows in the yard, the trivial things in school, and the newly bought bicycle.

When the time was approaching, Wen Yu habitually glanced at the prison guard.

He always felt that the prison guard seemed to know something, and every time he seemed to want to say something to himself.

The prison guard shook his head: "You guys go after you finish your fries, it's not too late."

The father and son said thank you at the same time, turned their heads to look at each other, and smiled much more easily.

Wen Yu prepared a lot of words on the way here.

He feels that he is obliged to report his current situation, talk about the recent relationship with his mother, the love that may be lost and regained, or he may blame himself or cry in front of his father, and have the opportunity to release a lot of emotions.

Wen Jianwu also prepared a lot of words while waiting for him.

Entrustment to the son, concerns and worries about the family, life experience that I have no courage to share, and maybe a little tiredness and sadness that I am willing to say.

They just sat in front of the glass window, waved the softened French fries in their hands, and ate every single one.

It seems that I have heard everything, so there is no need to say more.

When they were about to leave, the two stood up to clean up the table and wiped the marble surface clean with the paper towels in the paper bag.

"Get ready to go." Wen Jianwu said briefly.

Wen Yu suddenly raised his head, summoned up his courage and called out: "Father."

This name is commonly used by children of a certain age.

He is 27 years old this year.

"Dad, I've always missed you."

"I told my mother, and Brother Yu will have a good time." Wen Yu didn't lean against the glass wall for support, but stood on the other side, his voice was steady, and his eyes were red: "Dad, you immediately I'm coming out too, my mother and I are waiting for you outside."

"Mom has always missed you, and so have I. We all love you very much."

He seems to have finally returned to the childish moment, able to express it without any scruples.

"I will dream that you are riding a bicycle and taking me around the alleys, and I will dream that you are cooking with my mother."

"You take care of yourself in there, shave and sleep well, we miss you."

Wen Jianwu wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Hey, I heard you."

When going out again, Wen Yu seemed to have loosened all the shackles and shackles, and walked like a person who was finally going to be released from prison.

He turned to look at the prison guard, and said goodbye in a brisk voice.

"Goodbye." The prison guard also laughed.

The days passed quickly, and gradually the weather was so hot that the ground was hot.

Sometimes the soles of the shoes are too thin, and you can feel that the tops of your feet have been ironed.

It rarely rains in the north, so you don't need to bring an umbrella.

I moved to Guangzhou suddenly before, where the climate is hot and humid, with torrential rain and typhoons from time to time.

Over time, Wen Yu has developed a habit of always carrying an umbrella in his bag wherever he goes.

Who would have thought that the sun was still shining brightly on Monday afternoon, but at dusk the sky suddenly filled with dark clouds.

Before the last evening self-study was over, the torrential rain poured down all of a sudden, hitting the umbrella like someone was tap dancing.

Wen Yu was still talking about arithmetic progressions, and didn't respond to the weather outside the window.

But the students in the audience were already agitated, scratching their heads to see if they had brought an umbrella, or if they could share a car with someone to go home.

Wen Yu was originally preparing lessons in his office, but when he saw that it was going to rain heavily, he was so heartbroken that he took out the lattice umbrella from his bag.

Not only is there one in the bag, but there is also one in the drawer, which can just be lent to students.

He was used to waiting for Wen Yu to go home together, and it happened that the time was almost up, so he packed up the sundries and turned around to go to Class Seven.

Wen Yu finished speaking a few words, seeing that there were still 5 minutes before the end of get out of class, the discipline in the class could no longer be restrained.

He put down the chalk, and the students in the front row who asked for umbrellas were taken aback and sat up straight reflexively.

"Take out your mobile phone." The man said lightly, "Call home and ask if you can come to pick it up. I'll pretend I didn't see it."

The students cheered and switched from borrowing umbrellas to openly borrowing mobile phones.

At this moment, someone shouted sharply: "Teacher Wen!"

Wen Yu looked sideways, and the young man outside the window smiled and shook his hand.

He smiled back and turned around to assign homework.

Seeing that the back door was open, Wen Yu slipped over to ask who didn't bring an umbrella, and all of a sudden a crowd of students rushed past the back row.

"I have two here, just remember to return them to the office." He took out the umbrella from his bag, thought for a while and said, "This one is very big, it can squeeze two or three people."

"Mr. Wen, you are so kind, woo woo woo!"

"Borrow me!! My house is so far away!!"

Some students also asked him in the confusion: "Mr. Wen, how did you go home by yourself? Do you still have an umbrella?"

Wen Yu thought in his heart that I could rub your teacher's umbrella, smiled and waved his hands: "It's okay, you can take it, I still have one left in my office."

"Great!!"

Wen Yu finished his homework and was about to say that school was over. Unexpectedly, the students all looked at the back door like giraffes, and they didn't know what they were tossing about.

He glanced at the rain outside the window and took out an umbrella from his bag.

"Who hasn't?"

A girl boldly borrowed an umbrella and asked him what to do next.

"It's okay, take it home." Wen Yu secretly thought that Wen Yu should have an umbrella there, but didn't take it seriously: "I still have it in my office."

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, the students called their friends and rushed out together, opened their umbrellas and huddled together to rush out.

Normally, after school, I might dawdle for a few minutes, but now the classrooms are all empty in less than three minutes, and all the remaining students on duty are looking out of the window.

Wen Yu beckoned from a distance, the man put away the lesson plans and left the classroom with him.

"Let's go."

As soon as they met, they said at the same time: "Let me borrow your umbrella."

Then stopped at the same time.

"I... just borrowed my umbrella from a student." Wen Yu stammered: "I thought you had an umbrella, but..."

Wen Yu frowned, turned around and said, "Follow me to the office."

The doors to the office were locked, and there was no way to get in.

As soon as they went up and down, the students also left, the teaching building was empty, and the rainstorm turned to moderate rain outside, and the rain continued.

The two stood on the first floor filled with mist and fell silent.

Wen Yu took off his coat without delay.

"I have to go back in the rain, you lean over here."

Wen Yu tiptoed to pick up the briefcase in his hand, and folded the two bags together in her arms.

"Get ready," he counted down: "Three, two, one!!"

The two rushed forward, stepping forward through the stagnant water on the ground.

The coat can't cover two people, and it can't keep out the rain in two or three minutes.

Moderate rain poured on my face, drenching people in all directions.

Wen Yu held their bags tightly in his arms, even in the rain, he couldn't see the road ahead clearly.

"Why don't you block it, let's go back in the rain together!"

"Row."

Wen Yu suddenly held his hand tightly, leading him to run forward together.

"I can see clearly, take you home."

This run was embarrassing and chaotic, and a few floor tiles in the middle were loose, and when they stepped on it, a large gust of muddy water burst out suddenly.

They ran across the road and through the gardens, looking for new refuge in a dark end.

Clothes, coats, trousers, and shoes are all soaked, and the palms are also full of greasy rain, but they have not been separated.

It wasn't until he ran into the apartment building that Wen Yu suddenly took a breath, and squeezed out a lot of water when he grabbed his coat.

"Go back quickly," Wen Yu pressed the elevator, "Take a hot bath first, don't catch a cold."

Wen Yu followed into the elevator, and suddenly remembered something, and took a look in his trouser pocket.

Whoops, there's still a pack of tissues, and it's dry.

He took out a tissue and wiped the man's wet forehead, his face and neck.

There were only the two of them in the elevator, and the air was warm and dry.

Wen Yu lowered his head and let him touch him, like a tamed wolf.

Wen Yu suddenly laughed.

"Hey, so you won't kiss me?"

The man is still watching him.

"No."

"Then I'm welcome."

He put his arms around his neck and kissed him hard.

His kiss didn't have too many tricks, as if he was trying to feel the other person's body temperature, he asked one question after another.

Wen Yu was kissed by him three or four times, and finally bowed his head to kiss his lips back, and then kissed back with a more predatory gesture.

It seems to be biting him, and it seems to eat him.

Forcibly take away the breath, control the ups and downs, take everything away without leaving any room and without half a pause.

"Do you remember how I kissed you back then, huh?"

Wen Yu only felt that the man was pressed against the wall and kissed him softly, as if he was deliberately torturing him.

The elevator had reached the twentieth floor, and he pressed the door button with his remaining consciousness, but he was still pressed and kissed so hard that he couldn't break free.

He looked like he was going to be eaten.

Like a wolf enjoying a sheep, the fur is bitten off, the neck is held in its mouth, and all the blood belongs to him.

The elevator opens and closes, closes and opens again.

The man pulled him out forcefully, pressed against the wall and continued to ask for kisses.

It seems that there is no need to stop until the end of the century.

"Brother Yu...Brother Yu." Wen Yu gradually began to cry, and begged him to stop, his eyes were full of water vapor: "I can't breathe...Brother."

Wen Yu bit him hard again, and let go of his hand as if returning from a cage.

Wen Yu was afraid that he would go back on his word, so he grabbed his hand again.

"What I mean is," the young man's cheeks were blushing at the moment, and his neck turned pale from the rain: "Go back and take a shower... whatever you want..."

He couldn't go on.

Wen Yu let him hold his hand, raised his sleeve and wiped Wen Yu's face.

"Take a shower first, and remember to dry your hair."

So I opened the door and turned on the light, changed my shoes and clothes, took a shower and dried my hair.

Wen Yu's clothes were completely soaked, he finally recovered after taking a shower, and consciously nestled back on Wen Yu's bed.

Even if this is a wolf den, he still wants to occupy it.

It all belongs to him, and no one is allowed to steal it.

Wen Yu quickly took a shower and dried his hair, and when he opened the bathroom door, he saw the light in his bedroom was on.

He walked over. The young man was lying on the bed with his pillow in his arms, but when he saw him, he stretched out his arms.

"hug!"

The man was speechless, and held him in his arms in the past, and the two leaned close to each other tacitly, cuddling and loving each other in the rainy night.

Wen Yu handed over his mobile phone.

"Here."

Wen Yu swiped open the lock screen and saw a friend request popped up on WeChat.

'Amphetamine' applied to add you as a friend.

The youth buried his face in his chest.

"Quick-pass-pass!"

Wen Yu kissed his face.

"childish."

Saying this on the mouth, it was passed immediately on the hand.

The man adjusted his posture and wrapped his whole body in his arms.

Then turned off the light.

"I saw that notebook two days ago."

He bent his ear canal.

Wen Yu shivered a little from the heat, shy but very happy.

"See what?"

"You secretly wrote my name on the confession page."

Wen Yu was satisfied: "Just see it, and write it for you to read."

The man hugged him tightly, buried his face into the soft neck, and whispered like a dream.

"Yuyu, the biggest angry thing I ever said was that you need to calm down."

"Sometimes you really..."

Wen Yu rubbed his shoulder and said sorry softly.

"Brother Yu, let's get back together, shall we?"

"Let's fall in love with harmony, and make up for any regrets in youth. When the time comes, it's okay to go abroad to get a certificate, or to paint something similar at home with a watercolor pen."

"Let's get back together, shall we?"

The man raised his head and looked at him in the dark.

Look at it, and kiss again.

Wen Yu thought that I would lie on your bed in your arms, it would be unreasonable for you not to agree.

He was about to act like a baby when Wen Yu suddenly laughed.

"You haven't found it yet?"

He looked at him with tender love in his eyes.

"Wen Yu, I never promised you goodbye."

From 17 to 27 years old.

never.

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