green tree from forest

green tree from forest

Author: Li Xiangyu

Introduction:

??Later he said he was bent??

?Tag: special liking??near water tower??childhood sweetheart

?Protagonist: Lin Cong, Wen Bai

? Perspective: Subject

? Rating: 10.0 points

? Favorites: 13

◎Concept: Never forgetting, there will be echoes in the end.

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After the full text is over, you can rest assured to read it.

Both endings are he, but you can read both or choose to read. Chapter 39 (another version of the ending) is based on the fact that neither of the two people revealed their own feelings.

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Wen Bo is a friend I have loved for many years, I carefully hide my thoughts, for fear that he will break up with me if he finds out.

The bay window I face every day is like my heart, and Wen Bai will always live in my heart, so friends have become words I love and hate, less than love, but more than breaking up.

I always thought he was bent by me, but he said that he was bent from the beginning.

No abuse, abuse you scold me

Demining: Gong has found a girlfriend (not pretending to cheat feelings, you will know what's going on after reading the text).

Any modification after posting is to correct typos, and the plot will not change.

The author's writing level range [elementary school, junior high school], thank you for everyone who reads patiently!

Content tags: special liking near water towers childhood sweethearts

Search keywords: Protagonist: Lin Cong, Wen Bo┃Supporting role: ┃Others:

One sentence introduction: Later he said he was crooked.

Conception: never forgetting, there will be echoes in the end.

Jinjiang 2021-09-26 End

Total Book Reviews: 1 Current Favorites: 13 Nutrient Solution: 2 Article Points: 2,450,665

1, 1

◎Afraid of breaking my brain◎

I, Lin Cong, have liked Quince for a long time, how long has it been?His name is on every page of the diary that has been written for five years.What color shoes Wen Bai wore today, what he ate for lunch, and whether he fell asleep during his evening self-study and homework are all the contents of my diary.

In the hot summer, my daily hobby is to stay in the room and peek at the Wenbo in the opposite building, and this is thanks to Aunt Wen's vigorous design desire during the renovation, which expanded the windows in Wenbo's room into bay windows.

I know that my behavior is very small and shameless, but I can't stop paying attention to him.

It was as if Quince had put a magnet on me, and I followed him wherever he went.

I have been with him for six years in elementary school, three years in junior high school, and three years in high school. I started writing a diary from the first day of junior high school, and the project was suspended in the third year of high school because I was too busy writing questions.

In fact, I hate writing the most, because after holding a pen for a long time, calluses will grow on my middle finger, and the bumps are hard. I always love to pick it.But this is a small problem in front of Wenbo.

I like him to the point where I took a pen and wrote his name 99 times in the diary when I learned that I was admitted to the same high school as him.

In my heart, it is not 99 roses that are romantic, but Wen Bo, the person, these two words.

I hid in the room with the air conditioner on, and heard my mother, Ms. Xu, calling in the living room: "Lin Cong, call Xiaobai to come over for dinner."

I jumped out of bed, changed my clothes and put on my shoes happily, and left the house within a few minutes, regardless of what Ms. Xu said was to call someone to come over for dinner.

Wen Bai's home is in the building directly opposite, also on the eighth floor, but his parents work abroad and only come back a few times throughout the year.

My family is different. Although my father left early, he left a lot of money. My mother is a freelancer. She submits a few drawings to magazines every month as a job. Although she is not as rich as Wen Bai’s family, it is more lively than his family.

My mother loves the child and thinks it is just an extra set of bowls and chopsticks. She often calls him to come to my house for dinner. Wen Bai is like my mother's second son.

At first, Wen Bai wanted to pay Ms. Xu’s living expenses, but he was beaten back. Later, he began to give back in other ways, such as buying breakfast for my house during the morning exercise on weekends, bringing back a la carte when he went out in the evening, or Invite me to a restaurant every now and then.

After standing on the first floor and pressing the door number of Wen Bai's house, I waited for a while, sweating all over, and simply lifted my T-shirt to fan the wind.

Wen Bai didn't open the door for me, so I planned to press it a second time, and a person came out at this moment, it was Wen Bai's neighbor, Aunt Wang who also lived on the eighth floor.

"Congcong, are you looking for Wen Bai again?"

I nodded to her, too hot to speak, and hurried to the elevator.

Wen Bo didn't know what shameful things he was doing at home, it was fine if he didn't open the door, but now he didn't even open the door for me, I rang the doorbell and started to knock on the door panel, but no one answered .

"Is Wen Bai not at home, Cong Cong?" Aunt Wang asked while opening the door after she came back from buying scallions and ginger.

"I didn't hear that he was going out today."

After I finished speaking, I began to think about the possibility of Wen Bai going out today, but after thinking about it, I still feel that the possibility is too small, because when he chatted with me last night, he also said that he wanted me to be his model today.

Wait a minute, Wen Bo said today, not morning or evening.

After standing at the door for a while, I was a little disappointed and planned to leave, but I heard a "boom" inside with keen ears, as if something had hit the wooden floor.

So I decided to open the door and go in to have a look.

Wen Bai always stays at home alone, and lazily puts the spare key in the shoe cabinet at the door. Thanks to the good security of the community, there have been no accidents in these years.

The moment I opened the door, my heart was half cold. There was a person in black pajamas lying on the living room floor. Who could it be if it wasn't Wen Bai?

With trembling hands, I rushed in and lifted him up to lean against me. A raised swelling on his forehead came into my sight, which must have just been knocked on the ground.

Wen Bai's body temperature was obviously too high, and it felt like a stove against my body. I simply took off my shirt and tried to move him into the bedroom, but failed repeatedly.

Wen Bo is 10 centimeters taller than me. His weight is unknown but he is not fat. He feels hard and is probably all muscle.

I sat down and let him rest his head on my shoulder, patted his back and called him: "Mubai, wake up."

After filming for half a minute, Wen Bai finally woke up and made a "hiss" sound when he touched his forehead.

His weight was missing from my shoulders, and my heart was empty. I stood up and stretched out my hand to him, "Go back to the room, you have a fever."

Wen Bo didn't refuse, put his hand on my forearm and stood up, shaking twice before he stood still.I moved his hands over my shoulders and brought him back to the bed.

The curtains of the bay window were tightly drawn, and there was no sunlight in the bedroom, which made me, a slightly night-blind person, feel a little uncomfortable.

"Wait a minute." After I finished speaking, I walked towards the bay window and opened the curtains. Although the sun was strong and dazzling, I felt much more comfortable when this ray of light came in.

Turning around, Wen Bai was leaning on the bed and looking at me, his eyes that were clear and bright in the past were half drooping now, and he would look at me wherever I went.

I already harbored ill intentions towards him, so when he stared at me like this, my heart beat faster involuntarily, as if I also had a fever.

I bent over and stood at the head of the bed to brush the hair on his forehead, "I'll get you an ice pack, don't move here."

I'm not afraid of burning my sanity, but I'm afraid of breaking my brain. We still have to go to college together.

I found an ice pack from the huge three-door refrigerator in the kitchen, wrapped it in a towel from the balcony, and delivered it to Wen Bai: "I'll put it on your forehead, and I'll bring you the food when I go back."

Wen Bai didn't speak, but his expression seemed reluctant, and he didn't know which half of the sentence made him dissatisfied.

I put on my clothes and ran home. While looking for the medicine box, I yelled to Ms. Xu in the kitchen: "Mom, Mubai has a fever. You fill the thermos with vegetables and rice so I can bring it to him."

Ms. Xu heard me pinging in the living room and asked, "What are you looking for? The medicine box is in the TV cabinet in my room."

So I da da da ran into the master bedroom and da da da ran out again.

Ms. Xu was standing in the living room with a towel waiting to arrest me, and when she saw me come out, she wiped the towel on my face.Every time Ms. Xu washed my face since I was a child, it was like rubbing a plate. I couldn't help saying: "Mom, be gentle, it's going to scratch."

"Look at your face like a monkey's butt, what's the hurry, Xiaobai won't run away again."

It's true to put this aside in peacetime, but today I'm afraid that Quince may be ill.

Ms. Xu quickly filled the insulated box with white rice and stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and another half bucket of pork rib soup in the insulated bucket, "The rice is soaked in the soup, and I will cook some porridge for him. You come back tonight." Take it, don’t come back if you have nothing to do in the afternoon.”

I said in my heart that I had this intention, "Let's go!" Then I ran out without looking back with my things.

The elevator slowly ascended from the first floor, and Ms. Xu leaned against the door frame and said, "It would be nice if one of you is a girl."

My mother was right, if one of us was a girl, I wouldn't be as cautious as I am today.I even envied those girls who sent love letters to Wen Bo openly and secretly. They were able to express their hearts openly, but I could only write down my dark thoughts in front of the bay window in the bedroom.

When I arrived at Quince's bedroom and saw the person sitting on the bedside with an ice pack in hand, my heart finally felt a little bit down.

I replaced the books on the bedside table with an insulated box and an insulated barrel. Ms. Xu pretended to be in a hurry and didn't have time to pick out her beloved garlic.

So those few petals were going to be seen by Wen Bai just like that, and then he frowned with a look of disgust.

I hurriedly said, "Don't frown, don't frown, I'll pick it out for you."

Fortunately, Ms. Xu is always lazy and doesn't cut garlic cloves, otherwise I would pick my hand off today and it wouldn't be clean. When I looked up again, the word Sichuan between Wen Bai's eyebrows had disappeared.

I first poured some pork rib soup into the rice, then spread some vegetables on it, and brought it to his mouth with a spoon, "You eat some first, and I will bring you porridge tonight."

If he hadn't seen the garlic cloves in advance, he would definitely not be able to taste the garlic in his state today, and I wouldn't be able to coax him to eat like this, "Just take five bites, and I'll buy you a cake after five bites." , your favorite strawberry cake at the gate of the community."

When Wen Bai was sick, he talked less, but he was not easy to lie as usual, "Really, I will buy it as soon as you finish eating."

Wen Bo turned his head and didn't know what he was looking at. I thought he was resisting to eat, and almost wanted to lower his head and call Dad, but he turned back quickly, opened his mouth and ate the food.

After he finished eating, I stuffed him back under the quilt.

Promised to buy, but did not promise to eat for you.

Unexpectedly, Wen Bai grabbed my hand to tuck him in and said, "Don't go."

The author says:

It's still a handwriting practice, this time it's probably a novella, if you have a manuscript, you won't be cheated!Thanks for reading~

2, 2

◎But I am me, he is him◎

I never thought that I could be the source of Quince's sense of security, but when he fell asleep holding my hand, my shady mind almost jumped out of my chest uncontrollably.

Wen Bai's lips were dry and wrinkled because of the fever, and several particularly deep lip lines were sunken like ravines.I had nothing to do, I wanted to moisten him with a wet cotton swab like in the TV series, so I slowly pulled out my hand.

After tiptoeing into the bathroom in the room and searching, I finally found a box of cotton swabs in a small drawer under the sink. When I turned to go out, I found that Quince had sat up, and his eyes were fixed on him. Looking at me, I looked a little fierce, as if I was going to eat people.

He doesn't like to smile when he's sick, he either has a wooden face or frowns.

The person is already awake, I might as well just pour him a glass of water, so as not to

Quince stared at me like I'd done him something wrong.I stood at the door of the bathroom in a dilemma, he didn't speak and neither did I, only the cicadas outside the window remained in my ears.

After looking at each other for a while, I admit defeat and walked to his bed and sat down.

Wen Bo has a problem, he has a cleanliness and doesn’t allow me to sit on his bed, but when he comes to my house, he loses the awareness of cleanliness instantly and always sits on my bedside.He probably got a fever today, watching me move didn't drive me out of bed.

He looked at the cotton swab in my hand and asked, "What are you doing with this?"

I didn't want to pay for the plot of the idol drama in my head, so I had to say: "My ears are a little itchy, I want to dig it out."

"Then why don't you take it out now?"

I threw the cotton swab on the table, and said as if nothing happened: "It doesn't itch now. Just sit still and I'll pour you a glass of water."

Wen Bai didn't say yes or no, just sat and waited quietly for me to come back with a cup, drank the water obediently, fell on the bed and fell asleep quickly.

After his breathing calmed down, I acted as a trash can to dispose of the leftovers. I went back to my room and sat by the bed, intending to squint for a while, but when I opened my eyes, it was already dark.

The person on the bed disappeared, and the quilt was transferred from the bed to me.I panicked and wanted to stand up, but I stepped on the quilt that had slipped off my body and fell to my buttocks.

At this time, the savior finally turned on the light again, and I looked back, it was Wen Bai who had changed into white pajamas.

No matter what color Wen Bai's pajamas are, they are all silk with a low-key luster.

He walked towards me under the gentle light, as if carrying a galaxy of stars.

"Fall on your ass?"

I stretched out my hand to touch it, and it really hurt. It should be a bruise, but I still pretended to be okay: "It's okay, didn't I just fall down?"

Wen Bo stretched out his hand to grab my arm and brought me up. The body temperature was transmitted directly to the sensors on my skin. Compared with noon, the temperature had dropped a lot, but it was still a bit low-grade.

Only then did I see the electronic clock on the table clearly. It turned out that it was past seven o'clock.

"Aunt Xu called me and told you to wake up and go get your food."

I rushed out of the bedroom and said to him: "Then wait for me for a while, I'll get it, soon."

He grabbed my arm again and said, "Don't worry, I'll change into my clothes and go with you."

The lingering power of the scorching sun was still breaking out on this land, and Wen Bai had just washed it off. I didn't want him to go out to be exposed to the heat, so I rejected his proposal.

But the refusal was ineffective, he said: "Go out and sweat, it will get better soon."

I had to sit on the sofa in the living room and wait for him.

Wen Bai's house has a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and outside the window is a river that spans the entire city. Every night, passing boats will light up various lights and decorate the entire river.

Although I like this design very much, Ms. Xu doesn't like it. She thinks it is troublesome to take care of it.Therefore, when I was young, I liked to go to Wen Bai's house to see the river view, especially the river view at night.

The floor is not too high, and the advantage is that the view is open and unobstructed.

In the first year of Wen Bai's first year of junior high school, Wen Bai's mother officially went abroad due to work scheduling, and Wen Bai became a left-behind child in the city.His grandparents left early, and grandparents settled in a small town in Europe, so he temporarily became my family.

I still remember that it rained heavily on the day his mother went to the airport, and the sky thundered one after another. Wen Bai sat in the living room with his back to the floor-to-ceiling windows and joined me to compose the map. There were hundreds of fragments. The blind kind.

I asked him if he was sad when he was alone, and without raising his head, he picked up a puzzle piece from the carpet and said calmly, "It's okay."

It was me who hugged Wen Bai's arm in fright because of a thunderstorm.

Quince later removed the rug in the living room on the grounds that he had grown up and didn't need it.I can't help but think that if the carpet was still there, the bag on his head might not be so big today.

"Okay, let's go."

I turned to look at him when I heard the sound. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts.

There is another problem with Wen Bo that I can't figure out, that is, he can't get tan no matter how much he tans.I go out to sketch a lot, and I go out to play a lot, but if you compare me, who stays at home when I don’t go to class, I am much whiter than me.

Which leads to me being really like one of his little sidekicks.

Wen Bai was still holding a bag in his hand, and I knew it must be wine again when I saw the shape of the bag, so I said helplessly, "Don't give it away, the family hasn't finished drinking yet."

"This is new, I just received it yesterday."

Mother Wen was in the red wine business abroad, and knowing that Ms. Xu liked to drink, she sent some back every now and then, so that Ms. Xu had been sitting at home all these years, drinking foreign wine.

Thinking of Wen Bai's unhealed fever, I took the initiative to reach out and lift the things into my hands.

Although Young Master Wen lived alone, he knew how to enjoy himself. When he was lazy, he would never do what he asked me to do, so he gave me things in a smooth manner.

The moment I walked out of the gate, I felt that the bones in my body were not quite right, they were sore and limp, and the Quince walking in front of me seemed to be stronger than me.

There was no one at home. After dinner, Ms. Xu went downstairs to dance in the square. A group of aunts in their fifties spontaneously formed a team. Every night, they danced along with the "most dazzling ethnic style" in an open space next to the small fountain. A jump is a night.

I was tired of going out, and my mother forced me to take a walk by the small fountain a few times. When the grandmas around me saw our mother and son, they enthusiastically gathered around and introduced their daughter and granddaughter. Soon, Ms. Xu gave up. Thoughts that take me out.

I put the preserved egg and lean pork porridge warm in the casserole into a bowl, and turned to see Wen Bai leaning against the door frame of the kitchen.

"Go to the table and wait, what are you doing standing here?"

Wen Bo took the bowl in my hand and said, "I've been lying down all day, and it's comfortable to stand up." He walked to the dining table, and said, "Go get pickled radishes."

Pickled radish is a unique craft of my mother, Wen Bai likes it very much, and can be eaten with rice or porridge.My mother was very satisfied with Quince's reaction, so pickled radishes became a regular item in Quince's house.

I personally hate radishes very much, but I dare not say it. Every time I am asked "Why don't you eat it" when I eat with him, I just pick up a piece and swallow it without chewing.

Thanks to Ms. Xu for cutting the radish into small pieces every time. It would be even better if it was diced.

Tonight's porridge with preserved egg and lean meat was very appetizing to Wen Bai, or he was very hungry, so he ate two big bowls with pickled radish.

After eating, I invited Master Wen to the sofa, and put the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen to wash.

Unexpectedly, Young Master Wen stood at the door of the kitchen again without making a sound. When I finished cleaning the stove and turned around, I was shocked.

I pushed him to sit on the sofa and asked, "Playing games?"

Master Wen grabbed my hem and asked me to take out the card machine, "I don't want to sit, let's go downstairs."

If I were not Lin Cong and he was not Quimber, I would immediately let him do what he likes, but I am me and he is him, so I obediently found that one from a drawer in the living room It has accumulated 800 years of dust, and even I myself have forgotten the existence of the card machine.

Wen Bo fiddled with it in his hand a few times, and after confirming that it could be used, he hung it on his wrist. He went out first, and I turned off the light and followed closely behind.

It was very hot and lively outside, the kids lining up on the slide were chattering, and the square dance team by the fountain turned on a small bluetooth speaker, and the sound wave was louder and louder as if no one was convinced.

I got a headache when I heard it, and I pulled Wen Bo to go, but the man stood next to me and started to shoot.

The sharp-eyed Ms. Xu over there saw us both, and came over and asked, "It's a strange day today, why are you willing to leave the air-conditioned room?"

Wen Bo put down the camera, greeted my mother with a smile and said, "I want to come out and take some pictures, take him for a walk together." He shook the card machine in his hand as he spoke.

My mother put the back of her hand on Wen Bai's forehead, "It's not very hot, but don't go too far, you and Cong Cong will wait at home at 09:30, and Auntie will give you a whole bowl of Siguo Soup."

I saw Quimber's eyes light up and I applauded my mother mentally so I could spend a little more time with him.

Wen Bo is like a life recorder. You need to take pictures of children roller skating, children on slides, fountains, and the dance team aunts by the fountains.

No, Ms. Xu's graceful dance was also recorded.

I was sitting on the edge of the pool when Quince snapped the kid on roller skates, and he was so serious that he didn't notice me staring motionlessly at his profile.

The kid moved very fast, I thought Wen Bo wanted to take pictures without ghosting, so I took it again and again, until he showed it to me later, I didn't know what he wanted tonight was this kind of old feeling , It is also because of this that I asked me to borrow this old card machine.

Wen Bo didn't always shoot from an angle. When I saw him put down the camera, I looked down at the toes of my shoes so as not to be noticed by him.

He patted these children for a long time, until I patted him on the back and called him to go home.

The thin T-shirt has long been covered with sweat, and I can feel his body temperature as soon as I pat it.Worried that he would burn again, I put my hand from the side to feel it.

With his eyes still on the screen of the card player, Wen Bo said to me, "It's okay, it's not burned."

I slowly retracted my hand, put my back behind my back, and let out a low "oh".

In addition to the organized part, there are also a small number of roller skating children in the small square that their parents brought out to play. At this moment, only these "retail investors" are left, and the organized ones have already gone back to their respective homes.

Wen Bo glanced at the last few photos, pointed to one of the children and asked, "Does this kid look like you when you were young?"

I heard the words and leaned over to have a look, and immediately vetoed: "I was not prettier than this kid when I was young?"

In fact, the child in the picture has really good facial features, but the skin is a little darker.

"You were indeed prettier than him when you were young, but darker than him." Wen Bai turned his head and said to me with a smile.

I grabbed the camera in his hand and turned to leave, "Go quickly, go back and take a shower."

When we got home, Ms. Xu had already put two bowls of Siguo Soup on the table without ice.

I glanced at it, pushed the bowl with watermelon towards Quince, then opened the floor fan, and let him shake his head.

Except for the fact that Wen Bo was sweating all over, I didn't dare to turn on the air conditioner.

The sweet honey water moistened the throat, and the heat on the body seemed to drop.

Ms. Xu joined us after taking a shower and taking care of her face, but her bowl was chilled.

I stared at her all the way to the dinner table, and it got annoying.

"What are you looking at, you accompany Xiaobai to eat at room temperature."

I had to withdraw my gaze.

"Does Xiaobai have any plans for the summer vacation? Congcong knows how to hide in the room every day, which is more exaggerated than the eldest daughter of other people's family!"

When I heard myself being compared with a girl, I immediately became unhappy: "This is called sun protection!"

Quince smiled.

My mother sighed faintly, and said: "It's better not to prevent it from being like this."

"Aunt Xu, actually Cong Cong is not particularly dark."

I said to myself: Compared with others, it is not particularly dark, but compared with you, it is really dark.

I heard Wen Bo say again: "I'm going to Xiachuan tomorrow, and I'll bring you special products then."

"Tomorrow? You're still sick!"

My mother also said after hearing this: "Are you in such a hurry? Can't you rest for two more days before leaving? How about letting Cong Cong stay with you? I can still take care of you."

Before it was my turn to express my wishes, Wen Bai shook his head: "Not tomorrow, I have something to do when I go back to Xiachuan."

I whispered in my heart: Actually, I didn't really want to go with you.

After sending Wen Bai away, my mother patted my butt and urged me to take a shower, and said, "Where do you want to go? Why don't you wait for me to hand in the draft this month and go to Tongtianmen next month?"

I smelled my body, threw the T-shirt into the laundry basket in disgust, and replied, "Let's talk about it next month."

Wen Bo's flight was an early flight and left early in the morning.When I got up from the bed with my tiredness, the gray curtains of the bay window opposite were completely drawn.

It's just that I didn't expect to lie down again this time, so I lay down for three days.

It's really sick.

3, 3

◎Once a person starts digging into a dead end, it is difficult to end◎

As soon as my mother handed in a manuscript, I fell down on the back foot, so she put down her work and gave me a series of warm care for her son.

In fact, Ms. Xu is not very good at taking care of people, but I have been rough and thick, so I don't grow crooked.

Two days before I got sick, I lay in bed and felt like I was a fish lying in a steamer. It was hot and I couldn’t escape. Ms. Xu wrapped me tightly with a quilt, and my nose was blocked tightly. , can only breathe through the mouth, more like a dehydrated fish.

On the third day, I was finally able to sit in the living room and watch TV with a clear mind, but I became sleepy and tired after watching it for a while, and it was at this moment that I realized that my mobile phone had been out of battery for a long time.

I was charging my phone while chewing on an apple, while Ms. Xu was drawing a draft in the study, leaving a crack in the door to keep an eye on my movements from time to time.

In the past few days, Wen Bai sent me a few texts and photos, but stopped sending them after receiving no reply.I took a closer look one by one. There was the Xiachuan River during the day, the Xiachuan River at night, the neon lighthouse by the river, and the towering financial center.

The content of the text is nothing more than saying that I got off the plane, arrived at the place where I lived, and went to the place where I sketched. There was no mention of the painting that I owed to me between the lines.

I was disappointed, but I still tapped my fingers and replied: Xia Chuan is very beautiful.

Then I sent another one: I was sick a few days ago, my phone ran out of battery and I didn't see your message.

The position of the floor-to-ceiling windows of Wen Bai’s house was built into a closed balcony in my house, with half of the iron railings stuck.In summer, the sun shines in the west, and the living room is extremely hot without the air conditioner. Although the thick curtains are drawn at the moment, I feel that my body temperature rises when I see the faint sunlight coming in.

The effect of the electric fan is very small. After I finished eating the apples, I turned off the TV and got up and walked into the room.When I passed the study room, the coolness of the air conditioner came out from the cracks, and I was tempted to stand at the door for a long time, until Ms. Xu stopped to wash her pens and shouted outside: "Lin Cong, go back to your room! Don't turn on the air conditioner! "

I lazily said "oh" and lay back on the bed.

Due to my limited energy, I fell asleep again while lying down, unconscious. It was not until the sun went down that the stars were all bright, and Ms. Xu woke me up with porridge. She looked at me While eating, he said: "I won't burn it anymore, I will go out with me for a walk after eating, and lie down every day, until I become a cartilage shrimp!"

Because of illness, I couldn't taste the taste in my mouth for several days, so today even this porridge with soy sauce is delicious.

After dinner, I waited for Ms. Xu to wash the dishes in the living room. I checked my phone by the way and found that there was no new message.

Holding the slightest expectation, I put my phone in my pocket and followed my mother downstairs.

Ms. Xu was still dancing to the music by the fountain. I took advantage of the wind and walked around, and walked out through the back door.

There are many restaurants outside the back door, the clean ones and the not-so-clean ones are facing the door, and the volume of punching inside is not inferior to anyone.

Although the tip of my nose is full of the smell of food, there is also a smell of oily smoke. I feel a little sick to my stomach after walking too far, and the right way is to go back quickly.

As soon as I passed the gate, the mobile phone in my pocket vibrated, and I quickly took it out to see that it was the call I had been thinking about.

A clean voice sounded, I tightened my hands, grabbed the phone more firmly, quickly found a quieter corner, and asked, "What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."

"I said, are you feeling better?"

"It's much better, it's not burning today."

"Still have a fever? Was it infected by me?"

I thought in my heart that I was really infected by you, so I got something from you, but I said, "It's just that the air conditioner blows too much, and it has nothing to do with you."

Wen Bai let out a long "oh" and said, "The plane tomorrow morning arrives at noon, do you want to pick me up? "

Surprisingly, I asked, "Didn't you say you were going for a week, why did you come back so soon?"

After 1 minute passed, I didn't hear an answer, so I called out: "Mubai?"

"It's not interesting here, I want to go back early." He said.

Regardless of whether Wen Bo couldn't see, I nodded and replied: "Okay, then send me a message when you get on the plane, and I will pick you up."

My physical strength has not yet fully recovered, so I was a little tired after squatting for a long time. I stood up on my knees, my vision suddenly went dark, and the mobile phone in my hand slid down and hit the ground with a slap.

After regaining his senses, he picked up the mobile phone on the ground. Fortunately, there were only spider patterns cracked on the glass back panel, but the screen was fine, showing that he was in a call.

I hurriedly put the phone to my ear, and Wen Bai's slightly anxious voice came over: "Cong Cong? What's wrong with you? Did you drop it?"

Supporting the wall with one hand, I replied: "I dropped my phone, but I didn't drop it, I just felt a little dizzy."

"Are you still outside? Stop wandering around, go home and rest quickly."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but I thought his tone was a bit fierce, so I said, "I'll wait for my mother, she will finish dancing in a while."

"Then you find a place to sit and wait, don't walk around."

I made an appointment to go back, and the environment became more noisy, so noisy that I had to cover the other ear with the other hand, raised my voice unconsciously, and said to the other end of the phone with a little grievance: "It's too noisy near the fountain." , I won’t be able to hear your voice if I don’t go far away!”

Wen Bai seemed to be laughing softly, I couldn't hear clearly, at this moment I hated the "most dazzling national style" of the aunts.

He obviously raised his voice: "I won't talk to you anymore, go home and drink more water, your voice is like a duck's voice."

I was afraid that he would hang up the phone quickly, so I hurriedly said, "See you tomorrow!"

Having been with Wen Bo for many years, I can easily hear his mood from his tone of voice. The "see you tomorrow" that comes from my ear at this moment makes me seem to see the curvature of the corner of his mouth.

When the alarm clock rang the next morning, I rarely stayed in bed, brushed my teeth, washed my face, had breakfast, and packed my things under Ms. Xu's surprised gaze.

"Why, are you so excited to pick up Xiaobai?"

"How can I! Mu Bai is not a big shot."

Ms. Xu stood watching from the side, sighed faintly and said, "I really hope that one of you is a daughter."

I hope so too, but this is the 21st century, and gender is not an unbridgeable gap, at most it is a bigger hurdle, provided that we really love each other.

I turned my back to my mother, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said, "What's wrong with my daughter? She's a daughter, so Wen Bo must like me?"

"That's what you said, ah, I don't know what kind of girl Xiaobai will like in the future?"

I don't want to discuss this topic with my mother, not at all, and I feel my heart cracking just by reading the words "Winberg's girlfriend", let alone discussing it in depth.

So I said to my mother: "When he comes back, ask him. You go out first, I have to change clothes." I said while taking Ms. Xu outside, and then went back and closed the door. "

Fearing that I would appear uninspired due to a cold, I planned to go downstairs and run a few laps.

Due to the weather, the plane was delayed for two hours. I didn’t see the message Wen Bo sent me in the coffee shop at the airport until I finished running around.

For some reason, I looked into this dog's eyes and felt a bit like myself.

At ten o'clock, Wen Bo's flight finally took off. Before the shutdown, he sent me a message: "It is expected to arrive in two and a half hours."

I said yes and put a few more matcha-flavored Oreos in my bag.

This is Quince's favorite.

Adhering to the excellent tradition of thrift and thrift, I chose to take the bus at the gate for two yuan every time, and went directly to the gate of the airport.

This season, the greenery used to distinguish the direction of vehicles is neither tall nor short, but they are all dotted with small red flowers, which looks a bit chic.

Although my eyes were on the greening, my mind wandered far away, and I couldn't help but think of what Ms. Xu said last night: What kind of girl will Wen Bai like in the future?

Girls, girls, why are they girls? Is it possible for boys?I clutched the bag in my hand, feeling a little depressed.

Before Wen Bai's flight landed, it hovered in the sky for a while. I stood at the exit and waited, surrounded by all kinds of people, including middle-aged parents, young men and women, and all kinds of beings.

I can't help but think, maybe one day in the future when I pick him up at the airport, there will be a girl beside him holding his hand.

It's hard to end once a person starts to get into a dead end, but fortunately, Quimber's flight landed in time to save me from the fire.

We were talking on the phone, he walked out, and I stood still: "You can see me when you walk out with your luggage, dark green T-shirt, black shorts."

Wen Bo asked: "Have you brought food? I'm starving to death."

I put the bag behind my back