Serious people who keep a diary

The number one on the list is the host target, and now everyone in the live broadcast room knows about it.

Looking at the rapidly increasing number of viewers, Wen Xia wondered if he had transformed from a game anchor to a dog food anchor at this moment.

The former 5140005 has now dropped to second place, and has not appeared in the live broadcast room overnight. Fans who used to hit CP can only secretly feel sad and sigh for their BE CP.

Lin Fengqi was very obedient, he dropped himself at the top of the list and stopped. Wen Xia managed to draw everyone's attention back to the game, and Lin Fengqi came back before the broadcast was over.

After the broadcast that night, Wen Xia gave him a good education about his boyfriend's extravagance and waste.

Lin Fengqi lowered his eyebrows and listened pleasingly, and couldn't help but rubbed over to hug him halfway through.

"..." What I wanted to say got stuck, Wen Xia was silent for two seconds, and said, "I'm scolding you."

Lin Fengqi hugged him tightly: "I'm listening."

"...It's a foul for you to listen like this."

Lin Fengqi rubbed against him: "Yes."

Wen Xia: "."

Wen Xia began to think about whether it was necessary to set rules for Lin Fengqi, such as how many times he could not be hugged like this in a day, and how many minutes each time he was allowed to be hugged...

But after thinking about it, this seems to be torturing myself, forget it.

It was two weeks before Zou Boyan was invited to dinner.

After entering December, the temperature dropped a lot. On Sunday, Wen Xia and Lin went to the nursing home to see Ye Shixue, and they met Zhou Yixian when they left.

"It's just right, so I don't need to send another message," Zhou Yixian said, "Did you hear what Aunt Ye said about the performance at the end of the year?"

Lin Feng nodded, and Wen Xia asked, "What happened to the show?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I'm just thinking about what Auntie Ye didn't tell you. After all, there should be a lot of family members who will come over that day. It's not good to leave Auntie Ye alone. Just stay with her."

The nursing home is preparing for the Gregorian New Year's Eve party. Most of the people who come here are middle-aged and elderly people, and there are also young people, but the proportion is very small.Under such circumstances, the activities held are basically based on the needs of middle-aged and elderly people, and the family carnival will never step on the thunder.

"The two of us will come." Wen Xia said.

When Ye Shixue told them about this matter today, she added: If you are busy, it's fine if you don't come.

As the end of the new year approaches, work is inevitably busy, but there is still a short break after the New Year's Eve and New Year's Day holidays.

After leaving the nursing home, the two went to the hotel they had made an appointment with Zou Boyan.

Zou Boyan pushed the door in with Fengxue, and complained, "It's freezing cold today."

Just as Wen Xia raised his hand, Lin Fengqi had already poured a cup of hot tea and pushed it over.

"Thank you." Patting the snow off his body, Zou Boyan sat down and blew on the steaming tea, took a sip, and collapsed on the back of the chair comfortably.

"What's wrong with you," Wen Xia asked him, "It looks like you've been sucked dry by a goblin."

"Don't talk about it, the few customers who came today almost smashed my shop."

"what happened?"

Zou Boyan reluctantly sat up a bit: "A few high school students came yesterday, and one of them injured my staff while chasing them. Did I tell you that?"

Wen Xia nodded: "Didn't you say that this matter is settled?"

"What a fart," Zou Boyan said, "today, the parents came here with their children and insisted on arguing with me that if it wasn't for our secret room to do such horrible things, how could his children be frightened? If you don’t scare me, you won’t hurt my employees, and what is called self-defense..."

Wen Xia: "How did you come back?"

Zou Boyan sneered: "Fuck you, call the police."

At this time, the waiter served the dishes and put the roasted whole lamb on the shelf, and the tempting aroma wafted in the room for a while.Cut off a piece, sticking a little fat, fat and thin, burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

The visitor was a guest, Lin Feng first disposed of some pieces for Zou Boyan, and then cut some pieces of lamb leg for Wen Xia.

Zou Boyan's tooth hurts seeing this bright double standard: "Am I here to eat roasted whole lamb or dog food?"

Wen Xia: "Children make choices."

Zou Boyan: "No, I just want to roast a whole lamb."

After finishing speaking, Zou Boyan swallowed the tender mutton in his mouth, took a sip of tea, smacked his lips indifferently, and asked, "You two don't drink?"

Wen Xia lifted his chin towards Lin Fengqi: "He drives."

"Then there is still you," Zou Boyan said vigorously, "Eating meat without drinking alcohol is like eating steamed buns."

When it comes to drinking, Lin Fengqi has lingering fears. Last time, he forcefully poured himself to pieces in order to strengthen his courage. Although this time he couldn't drink because of driving, but if Wen Xia drinks...

Thinking of Wen Xia's slightly drunk appearance last time, my heart itch.

After Wen Xia was drunk, she was really cute.

Want to watch it twice more.

This kind of thinking seems inappropriate, so Lin Fengqi turned into an uncontrollable expectation while condemning himself sinfully.

Unfortunately, the result disappointed him.

Wen Xia usually drinks very sensibly and doesn't put herself in a drunk state. The only two times, one is after the college entrance examination and finds Zou Boyan to get drunk after being frustrated in love, and the other time is the day after reading Lin Fengqi's diary, when she was happy Drank too much.

But because he is rational, it doesn't mean that Zou Boyan is also rational. He thought that he would be picked up when he was drunk anyway, so when he drank, he didn't care about 21, so let's talk when he feels good.

I poured it cup by cup, and after a while, it hit my head.

As soon as he got on top, he talked a lot, so much that his tongue got stuck, and he grabbed Wen Xia's shoulders: "Old Xia, brother, I am really happy for you. When you said you liked a boy, I was really him." Mom feels bad for you, if it weren't for seeing you really like it so much, I really want to tell you not to be close to straight men, it will become unlucky..."

Lin Fengqi, who was next to him, heard the words without saying a word. He looked at Wen Xia, raised his hand, and found that it was not convenient to hug, so he stretched out to hold Wen Xia's hand.

Wen Xia turned her head and met his slightly drooping eyebrows and eyes, her wet eyes contained a little guilty regret, he turned his palms over and buckled them back.

"But it's okay, keep the clouds open to see the moon." Zou Boyan flicked his tongue, grabbed the wine and took another sip, and put it on the table boldly, "Thanks to you, you found Lin Fengqi's diary. It's not that I read the diary, I really get angry when I see your worthless appearance..."

He talked on and on, but he didn't realize that when he dropped the word "diary", the body of the good brother who was holding him stiffened instantly.

Also stiff was the hand secretly holding Wen Xia's under the table.

"...Anyway, now that you two are doing well, I feel relieved," Zou Boyan said thirstily, took another sip of wine, and looked at Lin Fengqi, "Lin Fengqi, let me tell you, Wen Xia and I That is a good brother who grew up wearing a pair of trousers. I will help you because Wen Xia likes you. You better treat him better, otherwise I will carry my brother and run away overnight—"

Wen Xia looked at him expressionlessly: "From now on, you are not my good brother."

"Huh?" Zou Boyan was confused.

"Breakoff, both of us."

"Huh? Ah? Why?"

The meal was finished in an extremely weird atmosphere, Wen Xia didn't dare to look at Lin Fengqi's expression, and scolded Zou Boyan from the inside out, he shouldn't have told Zou Boyan about the diary in the first place!

Lin Fengqi was even more silent, only replying when Zou Boyan asked him to talk to him, and at other times he was like an emotionless meat cutting machine, sharing mutton with them, and he didn't even eat much.

Although Wen Xia snatched Zou Boyan's wine bottle later to prevent him from drinking, he was still quite drunk.

Zou Boyan came here by car, and Wen Xia was worried about letting him go home alone in this situation, just now that he hadn't figured out how to face Lin Fengqi, he found the car keys from Zou Boyan's pocket, and said, "I'll send it to you." He's going home", and hurriedly dragged people away, leaving Lin Fengqi to settle the bill.

Wen Xia called a substitute driver and escorted Zou Boyan all the way home.

After arriving, he sent another message to Lin Fengqi: [Zou Boyan was too drunk, I'll stay with him for one night to take care of him, and I won't go back today. ]

It took Lin Fengqi a long time to reply: [OK. ]

Drunkards are all troublers, but Wen Xia was too lazy to bother, so he reluctantly helped his good brother take off his coat, then stuffed him under the quilt, put a basin next to the bed so that he wouldn't spit on the ground, and just ignored it.

Who made him drink without closing the door, shaking everything out, talking so much.It is already very good that the young master is willing to serve him to bed.

The fat Corgi of Zou Boyan's family followed Wen Xia's legs. It wanted to go to bed, but its legs were too short to hop, so it kept pawing Wen Xia.Young Master Wen condescended to feed it, and then stuffed it into the quilt to accompany its hapless old man.

That night, Zou Boyan slept like a pig, and Wen Xia tossed and turned on the sofa, sleeping restlessly.

Early the next morning, Wen Xia woke up first, sniffed her alcohol-stained clothes with disgust, changed into a set of clean clothes from Zou Boyan's closet, and took a shower to refresh herself.

When Liu Feisi and the others appeared in the office with dark circles under their eyes, they were shocked.

"Boss, what is this?" Liu Feisi held the thermos cup worriedly, "You look weird."

Yaoyao also put down the breakfast he was eating: "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Don't hold back if you feel uncomfortable," A Deng said, "Your work, Liu Feisi, can be done by himself."

"Fuck! I can't!"

Wen Xia had a headache and supported her forehead: "I'm fine."

Wen Xia didn't sleep well, and was a little out of shape all morning. Zou Boyan didn't wake up until after ten o'clock. After waking up, he called Wen Xia twice, but Wen Xia ruthlessly cut them off, so he sent a message instead.

Go you: [? ?Brother, are you busy, why hang up on me]

Go to you: [Did you sleep with me last night?I didn't do anything stupid, did I?By the way, I washed your clothes for you. After two days, when they are dry, you can come and pick them up, or should you put them here first, or should I send them to you? ]

Go you: [Oh yes, you still wore my suit and left. ]

Let's go: [You slept here by yourself last night, Lin Fengqi didn't say anything, right? ]

Wen Xia glanced indifferently, and changed a note to Zou Boyan.

Roll: [Hello, Lao Xia?You see the message and get back to me. ]

The more she looked at this unlucky thing, the more frustrated she became, so Wen Xia simply took him to a small dark room and put him in confinement.

After a while, Zou Boyan questioned him with a trumpet: [? ? ?What's the matter, this is, how did you block me? What did I do last night?Don't scare me! ]

Wen Xia only replied with two words: [Hehe. ]

Zou Boyan: [! ! !Good brother, don’t do this, I’m afraid]

Wen Yixia: [We have broken off our friendship. ]

Zou Boyan: [? ? ? ]

Wen Xia knew that she was just being incompetent and furious.

Zou Boyan revealed the matter of the diary, and Wen Xia was the one to blame.Who let me peek at other people's diaries.

He didn't dare to message Lin Fengqi this morning.

Except that Lin Fengqi sent him "Morning, have you arrived at the studio" in the morning, and he replied "Morning, we are here", and they didn't communicate any more.

It seemed that Lin Fengqi was not angry.

That's right, Wen Xia didn't think he would be angry with her either.

Damn, I'm really confident in being loved.

On the one hand, Wen Xia felt guilty for her behavior of peeking at the diary, on the other hand, because of Lin Fengqi's conniving attitude, she was both self-blame and righteous.

It's better for Lin Fengqi to just get angry.

This noon, he didn't go to Fenghang Technology to grab a meal as usual, Lin Fengqi once again asked Zeng Yuan to bring meals to the studio.including his.

It's as if you know he won't be there today.

After finally getting off work, Wen Xia had no choice but to go home even if she wanted to procrastinate.

The first thing you smell when you open the door is the aroma of food.Lin Fengqi had even prepared a meal and waited for him to come back.

As promised, work is busy near the end of the year, why don't you work overtime and socialize today?

Wen Xia bit the bullet and entered the house.

Ah Moo and Wen Dage came up one after the other, he bent down to pet the dog son and cat son, and when he raised his head, he met Lin Fengqi's gaze.

He found that Lin Fengqi's eyes also had a faint bluish-black circle.

"..."

"..."

I don't know if Lin Fengqi is embarrassed or not, anyway he is a little bit.

Lin Fengqi looked normal, his eyes slid down slightly, and landed on his clothes.

Wen Xia explained: "Zou Boyan's. My clothes smell of alcohol. It smells too bad, so I borrowed a set from him."

Lin Fengqi: "Yes."

There was another short silence.

Lin Fengqi said: "Let's eat."

Wen Xia: "Ah, good."

Wen Xia went to the kitchen to wash his hands, Lin Fengqi put the last dish on the dining table, and then took a few deep breaths.

Wen Xia read his diary...

God, Wen Xia actually read his diary!

What to do, Wen Xia has gone home.

What expression will he use to face Wen Xia later?

Hearing what Zou Boyan said yesterday, he thought he heard it wrong.When Wen Xia took Zou Boyan away, he was still a little overwhelmed, thinking that he was hallucinating.

It wasn't until he drove home alone, took a shower and lay on Wen Xia's bed, that he woke up like a dream and fully realized what had happened.He stared at the ceiling in a daze for most of the night, and it was almost dawn before he fell asleep for a short while.

After Wen Xia washed his hands slowly, Lin Fengqi served him a meal, and waited for him to sit down before moving his chopsticks.

Both of them quietly observed each other, thinking about how to break the deadlock.

Finally, Wen Xia spoke first: "Yesterday..."

As soon as he said two words, he saw Lin Feng shake his chopsticks, and a pea he just picked up fell back with a clatter.

Wen Xia: "..."

The man looked at the peas intently, trying to pick up the one that fell.

Wen Xia: "Well, about the diary..."

"pat".

The peas fell for the second time.

Lin Fengqi looked at the pea without distraction.

Wen Xia: "."

When Lin Fengqi was about to start the third Pea Contest, Wen Xia said quickly: "I'm sorry I peeked at your diary."

"pat".

This time the pea fell on the table, Gululu rolled around a few times, and stopped when it hit the edge of Lin Fengqi's bowl.

Wen Xia followed the trend: "Do you still remember the time when you asked me if I had entered your room? That time, Ah Moo knocked down a lot of things on your bookshelf, and I happened to see that book when I was picking it up. The diary, it fell to the ground and just opened, I just... couldn't help it, read some..."

After he finished speaking, he nervously put down his chopsticks and waited for Lin Fengqi's reaction.

Lin Fengqi did not respond.

He sat silently, looking at the plate of fried pork with peas, lost in thought.

Wen Xia called him anxiously: "Lin Fengqi?"

Lin Feng raised his eyelashes and suddenly regained his senses.He licked his lower lip helplessly, finally looked at Wen Xia, and asked stammeringly, "How much have you seen?"

Wen Xia was silent for a while, and said, "It's... not much."

Lin Feng fell silent.

"Not much really," Wen Xia said, "Probably from when you were in high school to..."

Wen Xia did some calculations and said, "At the end of the last semester of the second year of high school."

From the beginning of the first year of high school to the end of the first semester of the second year of high school...

One and a half years.

One, one year, half a year.

The chopsticks slipped from Lin Fengqi's stiff hands.

Blood slowly spread from the neck up.

Wen Xia wanted to say something, but saw Lin Fengqi raised his hand, and buried his burned face deeply in his palm.

There was a very soft sound: "Woo."

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