Didn't you say it's a fake marriage?

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Wen Yue had a dream at night.

Dreaming that Yao Wenlan was gone, after the gray funeral, Cheng Mosheng signed a divorce agreement with him.

At the moment he wrote, someone seemed to whisper in his ear, I'm sorry, I don't like you, I chose to be with you because you look a lot like him, and you are just his substitute.

He raised his head suddenly, and there was no one around him. The last stroke of "Oak" took a long time. Cheng Mosheng's back turned into a small black spot in his vision, and he never turned his head.

The divorce agreement disappeared in front of my eyes, and the surroundings were empty, but I could hear someone laughing: "Everyone, come and see, this lonely little ghost."

He struggled to wake up.

After waking up, it was pitch black, and the night was already very deep. In the room, only the temperature on the air conditioner was on, and there were two clusters of moonlight coming in through the gaps in the curtains.

A vague figure stood beside the bed, rustling, not knowing what to do.

Maybe it was because his eyes were too bright, or maybe the man's eyesight was too good, the figure beside the bed asked him softly, "Are you still asleep?"

Wen Yue replied subconsciously: "I just woke up."

The figure smiled and covered him with a thin quilt: "It's just past zero, go on to sleep, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold if the air conditioner in your room is set too low, come and have a look."

Wen Yue recognized Cheng Mosheng's voice and closed his eyes again.

Seeing that Li fell asleep again, Cheng Mosheng stopped by the bed for two seconds, found the remote control at the head of the bed and adjusted the air conditioner to 26°C, and then closed the gaps in the curtains.

There are only a few sporadic lights on in the community. I don't know if they are migrant workers who stay up late and work overtime, or prospective high school seniors who are writing hard.

He left the bedroom lightly, and just as he was about to close the door, he heard Oak humming and chirping twice, as if he was talking.

He thought that Wen Li had woken up again, so he listened closer, but found that he seemed to be talking in sleep, his voice was inexplicably aggrieved, and he could barely hear a sentence: "Doctor Cheng, why did you leave me?"

Cheng Mo was overjoyed: "Who said he was going to leave you?"

Wen Li didn't answer his words: "You still said that you are with me because I look very similar to the person you love. You don't need to like me, but don't treat me as someone else, okay?"

There were several cicadas singing outside the house, one after another.

Cheng Mosheng squatted down, and with the help of the faint light, he could barely see Wen Li's closed eyes and a drop of tear running down the corner of his eyes.

He pursed his lips, as if saying his name.

Cheng Mosheng couldn't see or hear clearly, so he could only coax him softly: "I don't dislike you, and I don't treat you as someone else. You are special, and you are unique to me."

Wen Li whispered, "You're lying."

Fearing that Wen Yue would not be able to sleep well in the middle of the night, Cheng Mosheng sat in the room for another half an hour, but Wen Yue seemed to have fallen asleep after saying "You lied" and did not say anything else in sleep.

Cheng Mosheng had no intention of exploring other people's past, but after this night, he became somewhat curious about Wen Li's past.

This curiosity intensified at the end of August, when the returnee doctor, who had been discussing among the nurses for more than half a month, officially entered the job.

In the meeting room on the second floor of the administration, the doctors in the hospital have a fixed meeting time every week. The dean cheerfully introduces this highly praised medical genius——Wen Qi.

Amidst the crackling applause, Cheng Mosheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and before he could say anything, Zhao Xingjun said "Fuck", which attracted the attention of most people.

And the dean's sharp gaze.

Zhao Xingjun apologized again and again, and found a very careless excuse that a mosquito bit his mouth and it was too itchy for him to hold back.

With talented students around, the dean didn't bother to care about Zhao Xingjun for the time being, and after a few verbal remarks, he continued to introduce Wen Qi's performance to everyone.

There was constant applause, and Zhao Xingjun and Cheng Mosheng whispered.

"This Wen Qi looks familiar."

"Yes."

"Do you think he looks a bit like Wen Yue?"

"you're right."

"And..." Zhao Xingjun suddenly stopped, as if he had discovered a new continent, "Old Cheng! Why are you agreeing with me today?!"

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I'm flattered that you actually followed my words today."

"..."

After the meeting, a colleague came to ask what happened to Zhao Xingjun howling at the meeting. Zhao Xingjun found an excuse to perfunctory, dragged Cheng Mosheng into the office, and said that he wanted to rationally discuss the possibility of Wen Qi Wenli being his brother.

Cheng Mosheng didn't bother him, and asked instead, "How much do you know about Wen Qi?"

"Just the ones on the Internet." Zhao Xingjun counted on his fingers, "Dr. Returnee, a medical genius, his family is all celebrities..."

"What about the relationship?"

"Emotions? Old Cheng, why are you paying attention to people's emotions? Do you know that you are so sorry to Wen Li?!"

"Do not talk nonsense."

"Oh, I knew that he seemed to be married before. The partner was a man. I'm not sure. I once heard a female colleague mention that at that time, the domestic same-sex marriage law was not passed, and they got married abroad. It's quite romantic to think of it this way. Ha."

Cheng Mosheng was noncommittal.

He couldn't help but think about Wen Yue that night.

If Wen Qi is the "one you love" in Wen Yue's mouth, then the one who married Wen Qi is the "you" in the dream.

During the lunch break, Zhao Xingjun ordered coffee delivery, but the waiter was not the familiar delivery guy, but the boss himself.

Holding two glasses of Americano, Wen Li explained: "The delivery guy is sick. I was just about to close the takeaway order when your order came in. I thought it was not far away, so I delivered it myself."

Zhao Xingjun took the coffee and thanked him. By the way, he asked him if he had lunch. The hospital cafeteria has tonkatsu today, which tastes good. If you haven't eaten, you can swipe his card.

Just as Wen Li was about to refuse, a card was handed in front of him. He raised his head and looked at Cheng Mo with a pair of smiling eyes: "He has a wife who is about to raise him, so give me one."

Zhao Xingjun yelled, "Old Cheng, why are you so elusive?" Cheng Mosheng ignored him, and he muttered, "You're so small-minded, I'm jealous of this little bit."

Cheng Mosheng's hearing is very good, and Zhao Xingjun's complaints came to his ears word by word. He sneered, and Zhao Xingjun ran away holding the coffee in an instant.

"I didn't expect Dr. Zhao to be such a treasure." Wen Li took the card from Cheng Mosheng. He really hadn't had lunch yet, "The fried pork chops in the hospital taste good?"

"Yes, it's okay." Cheng Mosheng nodded in approval.

"Compared to what you did?"

"That's still a little worse."

Wen Li shook the card in his hand: "Then can I try it?"

"Of course." Cheng Mosheng looked at the time, "The door is not closed at this point, let's go together."

If he could predict in advance that he would bump into Wen Qi in the hospital cafeteria, Wen Li might not even come to the hospital.

When visiting Mr. Yan with Cheng Mosheng and meeting Xie Xun before, Wen Li sighed that the world is really small, but he didn't expect him to say it again today, the world is really small.

It seems that the person who posted on the circle of friends before did not miss it. Wen Qi has indeed returned to the country. Looking at the white coat on his body, it seems that he intends to settle in the country.

"Has your hospital invited foreign experts recently?" Wen Li took a bite of the deep-fried pork cutlet, holding half expectations.

"No. It's a genius who came back to study abroad, the one sitting by the window." Cheng Mosheng pointed out the direction for him.

"Is it Wen Qi?"

"Hmm...you know him?"

"It's not considered acquaintance, I just saw the photos twice."

Cheng Mosheng found that Wen Li's mood was obviously depressed. He finished half a pork chop in three bites, and said critically: "I think the taste is not as good as yours."

"I don't like it and I'll make it for you during the next break in the hospital."

"Don't forget it."

"Will not."

Cheng Mosheng was [-]% sure that Wen Li's dream that night was related to Wen Qi.

It's just that I don't know who is the protagonist, whether it is Wen Qi's former suitor or his current partner.

Walking to the gate of the hospital, Cheng Mosheng said, "Actually, there is something I didn't tell you."

Diagonally across the road is Wen Li's coffee shop called "Warm Tune", with dark brown and white letters on the bottom.Wen Li stopped, his eyelashes trembling slightly, the eyes of a sly fox looked innocent on his face, with a look of helplessness, like a poor little man who strayed into a strange place and couldn't find his way home.

"The day you came back from the hospital, you had a dream and talked in your sleep. I didn't understand it, but I think it might have something to do with Wen Qi, right?" Cheng Mosheng said.

"Did I talk in my sleep?"

"You said it." Cheng Mosheng affirmed.

"I don't remember, maybe I said it." Wen Li frowned and recalled, he began to dream frequently this month, obviously he used to be a person who rarely dreamed.On the day he came back from the hospital, on August [-]th, what dream did he have, maybe it was those, those few people, he smiled again: "So I still talk in my sleep? I didn't know before."

Cheng Mosheng wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Wen Li.

"From the beginning, my life became a mess. Then for four years I was too busy paying off my debts to think about other things. In the next four years, my mother fell ill, which was worse than ever. I didn’t have time to think about other things. Later, the doctor said she was running out of time, and I found someone to marry, and then I seemed to relax. I have saved enough money, and I have a house. My mother’s wish is almost fulfilled. In the past Things started popping into my head one by one, and I thought I forgot."

"The things you heard may have something to do with Wen Qi, I don't know, but in the end, there are a few things going back and forth, each of which has the shadow of Wen Qi."

Because it was never him who was loved.

Wen Li's voice was faintly crying. There were people coming and going in front of the hospital, and he seemed to be holding back his tears. Cheng Mosheng pulled the people back, went upstairs, found an empty room, and locked the door from the inside. There was an apology between the words: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned it."

Wen Li shook his head, and replied in a muffled voice: "It's not your fault."

It's his own problem.

It was he who substituted Cheng Mosheng's tenderness into the period when he was cared for, and he knew that this tenderness would eventually leave him.

It's like the person who once said he loved him suddenly disappeared one day.