In summer like autumn

According to what Xia Yuhui said, Wen Qiu got the information smoothly, and hurriedly found a place downstairs to pass it on to him.Coming out of the copy shop, Wen Qiu remembered that he had put his schoolbag on the cabinet in the entrance, so he went back to get it.

When I entered the door just now, I was in a hurry, I was only looking for something, but I didn't feel anything.But when he turned back, Wen Qiu suddenly realized that this was Xia Yiqun's residence, it was his favorite place in the past, and it was also the place he avoided most now.In the past six months, he has been too busy, so busy that he forgot everything for himself; but when he returned to this house, he found that those memories had not left him at all, but were like beasts lurking deep in his heart. Staring at him, waiting for the opportunity to pounce from the corner, caught him off guard.

Wen Qiu walked to the French window, couldn't help but picked up the kettle, went to the kitchen to fill up the water, then turned back, stood there silently tending the pot of spider plants.The whole process was so natural, every time he visited Xia Yiqun's residence before, the process after entering the door was like this.

Wen Qiu thought he had forgotten all about the days when the two got together, but those little habits had already become a part of his life, and he couldn't get rid of them for a while.

While watering, Wen Qiu looked into the distance.The sun has set in the west, and the street lamps have not yet been turned on. The tall and low buildings in the city are shrouded in shadows, and the marks left by the years on the outer walls are hidden.The birds returning to their nests passed by not far away, only heard the singing, but no feather marks.

Xia Yiqun must be very busy in America, right?Did you have a good dinner?

However, suddenly I thought what is this person doing?

Wen Qiu thought, he is really a hopeless fool.

Wen Qiu originally wanted to leave after watering the spider plants, but who would have thought that standing on the balcony with the cold wind blowing for a while, he actually started to have a headache.He put down the shower, sat on the sofa, and rubbed his temples hard, but there was no relief.

This time the headache was so severe that Wen Qiu only felt weakness in his limbs.He thought that Xia Yuhui probably wouldn't come here tonight, so he planned to go to the bedroom to rest for a while before leaving.

Wen Qiu was lying on the bed with all his clothes on, and couldn't help but half-opened his eyes and looked around the furnishings in the room.Although Xia Yuhui often came to Shanghai, his activities in this house were obviously very limited. The room kept the same layout as the day they broke up, and even the books on the bookshelves didn't seem to have been tampered with.

Wen Qiu pulled the quilt over her body, it seemed that Xia Yiqun's breath still remained on the quilt.Under the influence of this breath, Wen Qiu had a strange hallucination amidst the severe headache, as if he had returned to a very ordinary day in the past, as if Xia Yiqun was sleeping peacefully beside him.There was never any Gu Zhihang between them, and the two of them never quarreled, let alone broke up.

In a daze, Wen Qiu felt that Xia Yiqun turned around and hugged his waist, wanting to have sex.

Wen Qiu muttered in a low voice: "Brother Yiqun, don't make trouble, I have a headache."

Xia Yiqun calmed down and stopped messing around, but hugged him and coaxed him to sleep.

Wen Qiu murmured, and gradually wrapped his whole body in the quilt, his whole body was gently surrounded by the familiar breath, and Wen Qiu fell into a deep sleep in this gentleness.

The sky had just turned pale, Xia Yuhui stood at the door, looking tiredly for the key in his pocket.He found that the door was not locked, and when he opened the door, he saw an extra pair of shoes in the entrance.He was familiar with those shoes, they belonged to Wen Qiu.

Xia Yuhui immediately slowed down and tiptoed to the back room.Sure enough, Wen Qiu slept in the bedroom, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, and the door was not closed.

Xia Yuhui walked over, wanting to take a good look at the child while Wen Qiu was asleep.He sat down by the bed, and wanted to reach out to help Wen Qiu push the messy locks of hair over his eyes, but the moment he touched Wen Qiu's forehead, he was startled: Wen Qiu had a fever, and his forehead was oozing Beads of sweat.

In fact, Wen Qiu didn't sleep well, and woke up as soon as Xia Yuhui touched him.

"Senior Xia? I thought you wouldn't be here today..." Seeing Xia Yuhui, Wen Qiu hurriedly tried to sit up, but his hands softened, and he fell back halfway through sitting up.

"Leave me alone." Xia Yuhui went to the closet and found two clothes that looked fairly new, and asked Wen Qiu to change out the sweaty clothes on his body, and found antipyretics, watched him drink it, Tell him to lie down quickly, and help him cover the quilt tightly.

Wen Qiu lay there, and said to Xia Yuhui gratefully: "I suddenly felt a headache, so I planned to lie down for a while before leaving, but I didn't expect to sleep until now. I will go back to school in a while..."

"It's okay, you can sleep as long as you want." Xia Yuhui said, "If you feel uncomfortable all the time, stay here forever, and I will take care of you."

"Then how can it be done..." Wen Qiu felt something was wrong, and got up to leave again.

Xia Yuhui half-kneeled beside the bed, pushed Wen Qiu back, and said with a smile: "You are a patient now, and you should be taken care of. Don't resist."

"Senior Xia...I..." Wen Qiu wanted to say something else.

"You are always Xia Xuechang, Xia Xuechang, what do you want me to say about you?" Xia Yuhui still maintained the same posture, "You always remind me of my younger brother when you call me that. You used to call him that too, right? Are you still thinking about him?"

Wen Qiu had a fever, and he looked like a pitiful wretch at first, but Xia Yuhui restrained him like this, and he became even more pitiful. He said angrily, "I didn't miss him."

"Then don't miss him, and don't call me Senior Xia, okay? Wen Qiu, from now on you will only look at me and think of me, okay?"

Wen Qiu has never seen Xia Yuhui like this before. His eyes are warm and bright, full of longing, which is similar to the yearning for an oasis of a long-time traveler in the desert.

"Wen Qiu, I like you. I was attracted to you the first time I saw you in Qiushi Middle School. Over the years, you have attracted me more and more. You like Yiqun, so I can only be with you I looked at you by my side and didn't dare to disturb you. But now that you are separated from him, I was wondering, could it be me who is by your side?" When Xia Yuhui said this, there was no Not nervous, but with determination.

Wen Qiu opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"You don't rush to answer me, and you don't run away. Just let me stay by your side, let me accompany you and take care of you. Don't worry, I won't force you to do anything until you answer me; wait for you Think it through, and then tell me the answer. Give me a chance, and give yourself a chance, okay?" As soon as Xia Yuhui said this, Wen Qiu's embarrassment suddenly became much less.

Wen Qiu looked at him, nodded slowly, and only said:

"it is good."

The word "good" gave Xia Yuhui great courage. Now he really wants to kiss Wenqiu. Ever since he met him in the auditorium of Qiushi Middle School, he has been thinking about this moment for many years, but he is still scared after all. To this man who is still ill.So he just bent down, kissed Wen Qiu lightly on the forehead, then got up and went out, closing the bedroom door.

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