I made the hero cry after being dressed as a double

Wen Heng had a long dream. In the dream, the breeze was not dry and the sun was just right.

Roses are in full bloom around the huge fountain in the garden.

"who are you?"

He turned his head and found a little boy sitting on a flower bed beside him, with a delicate face, his chubby face was trying to look serious and mature, completely different from the person he knew, his face was wrinkled, but his eyes looked up and down curiously He is beautiful and smart.

"I'm Wen Heng."

He bent down, smiled, tried to look kind, and held out his hand,

"what's your name?"

A gust of wind blew by, blowing the dull hair on the little boy's head and shaking it,

"If I don't tell you, who knows if you are a bad person!"

Wen Heng laughed lightly and didn't speak any more. He seemed to be in the courtyard of a villa, and the flowers blooming around seemed to have been carefully cared for by the master. He thought of the rose tattoo on the back of Qu Mubai's neck, and walked aside, Touch the petals lightly with your fingertips, and there are still water droplets on them, which look like they have just been watered.

Out of the corner of his eye, the little boy glanced this way several times, tilted his head, looked at this stranger who suddenly appeared, wondering how he got here, his small face was wrinkled together, as if he wanted to ask but didn't want to condescend to speak first .

"I followed the white light."

"Then you are an angel?"

"No," Wen Heng picked up a leaf from the ground, "but I can foresee the future."

The little boy curled his lips in disgust, "You're lying to a child."

"Pfft——" Wen Heng looked at the young adult sitting beside him, and couldn't help laughing out loud, "Aren't you just a child?"

……

wack!

Maybe because he disliked Wen Heng's nonsensical words, the boy ignored him and jumped off the flower bed to go back, but when he turned around, he was stopped by a strange man,

"Qu Mubai!"

Looking back in surprise, under the sun, the stranger who suddenly appeared smiled, word by word,

"Hello, little friend Mubai."

Then, a gust of wind blew by, and a leaf swayed to the ground with the breeze. The fountain was suitable for spraying water to wet the surrounding flowers, but there was no sign of the man among the roses.

Wen Heng opened his eyes suddenly, as if he was suddenly squeezed out of a dream, his expression was in a trance, he stared at the ceiling for a long time before recovering from the heat, Qu Mubai was still sleeping soundly in his arms, the stinky kid in the dream His face overlapped with the eyebrows in his arms, making it difficult to distinguish reality from a dream.

"what happened?"

When Qu Mubai woke up, he saw Wen Heng staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"It's okay..." Wen Heng watched Qu Mubai withdraw from his arms, picked up his clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up. It was still early, but Qu Mubai had a morning meeting in the morning, so there was no time for the two of them to be tender.

Wen Heng half-lyed on the bed, stretched out his hand to brush the broken hair on his forehead, looked at the man in front of the mirror who was straightening his tie with a serious face,

"You were cute when you were young."

"Ok?"

Qu Mubai's hands arranging his tie suddenly stopped, a little surprised,

"What did you say?"

"I said, you must have been cute when you were young."

Wen Heng stretched, then got up and began to put on his clothes. Qu Mubai, who was suddenly lifted by his hand, came back to his senses and saw that he was buckling his belt. Seeing this, he asked,

"where are you going?"

"Back to school."

"……Um."

In fact, he had already checked Wen Heng's class schedule, and there was no class today, but he didn't want to ask this person directly what he was going to do.

If people don't talk about it, it's meaningless to keep asking.

"I'm going to the library to review. The exam is about to come, so I hugged Buddha's feet temporarily."

The two had been together for so long, and when they said yes, Wen Heng could tell with his toes that this person was not very happy, but because of his personality, he didn't like to take the initiative to speak, so he would take the initiative to say so.There are not many days left, and it is a day to be happy every day, there is no need to find anger for yourself and the other party.

"Have a dark night with your roommate, let's get together then."

"……it is good."

Wen Heng has a habit of not being disturbed by others when he is reading a book. He habitually mutes his cell phone. It’s just that when he woke up today, his head hurt, his eyelids were heavy, and he wanted to sleep...

"What's the matter?"

Pan Yuhang next to him saw Heng sleeping in the library for the first time. This person either didn't learn, or learned from death. He had never seen him like this.

Wen Heng ignored him, closed his eyes, felt a sudden pain in his temples, and his whole body lost all strength.

"I'll go, why is your forehead so hot?"

……

"Why are you here again!"

Wen Heng turned around in the familiar child's voice, and saw a little boy wearing a crown sitting in front of a cake and looking at him with wide eyes, with an unhappy expression on his face.

"meet again."

"Who would like to meet you." The boy muttered in a low voice, and the fork in his hand kept scratching and pulling the strawberries on the plate until it was horribly poked.

"Today is your birthday?"

Crowns, cakes, and balloons all around the room make it easy to guess what's going on.

"..."

The boy slammed the fork into the plate and answered irrelevantly,

"How did you get into my house?"

"I don't know either." Wen Heng spread his hands and looked around, "Why is it just you?"

"...you talk a lot!" The boy rolled his eyes and pulled off the funny crown on his head, "boring!"

In fact, there were quite a lot of people, but the father who was busy with work left in a hurry after showing up, and the mother... He didn't expect it, and the rest of the people were also driven away by him. In the huge room, only he was left one person.Oh, by the way, and this weirdo who suddenly appeared.

There was an unconcealable disappointment all over his face.

Wen Heng looked at him, touched his pocket, narrowed his eyes slightly,

"Look, there are only two of us here, do you want to play a game with me?"

"...Only you, I don't want it!"

……

"I don't like this kind of child's play!"

On the street, one big and one small stood on the side of the road, holding a big cone with their small mobile phones, looking at the playground opposite which was more lively because of June [-]st, full of disgust.

Wen Heng knelt down to wipe off the cream on his cheeks, rubbed his head again, and stopped after being stepped on by the little foot angrily,

"Then play with me."

"...What a hassle!" The little boy curled his lips, but walked honestly towards the opposite side, "Hurry up!"

"okay!"

Wen Heng quickly took two steps to catch up, and stretched out his index finger, "Hurry up, don't lose it."

"Am I a child!"

"I am. Hurry up, don't let me lose it."

"Cut, trouble!"

"Oh, I'll treat you to KFC later."

"I do not want!"