I really don't like you anymore

Yan Feihang came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime. As soon as the phone was connected, an angry reprimand came out from the other end of the phone, "Didn't you receive the news?!"

He didn't want to get angry with Xi Xinghai either, but it had been more than half an hour since the news was sent, and there was no news at all, what could he do?

If his imagination turned out to be true, someone took Xi Xinghai as a little girl and dragged him into a dark alley, and he didn't send Xi Xinghai home, wouldn't he regret it to death?

"Ah?" Xi Xinghai said, with a soft and slow voice, as if bathed in a pool of warm water in spring, "Got it? Didn't I reply to you? Sorry, I plan to reply to you." with..."

"And then?" Yan Feihang's voice was full of icicles.

Xi Xinghai thought: I was so busy listening to your voice that I forgot.

Xi Xinghai said: "Ah... um... I... just... answered the phone."

The voice became unambiguous, became warmer, and almost stuttered the word "you ghost" on his forehead.Although Yan Feihang couldn't see it, he could hear it clearly.

Yan Feihang wondered why the phone couldn't get through for a long time. It turned out that he was talking to someone else, and his heart suddenly became sour, as if he had swallowed a freshly peeled lemon whole, "Whose phone is it? That Fanfan's phone? "

It's not Pei Ruifan, it's uncle.

Sitting on the bed, Xi Xinghai shook his feet and said, "Yeah, what's the matter? I got caught in the rain just now, and Fanfan said he would send me ginger soup. And you, have you finished delivering Assistant Jiang? Are you home yet?" ?”

Yan Feihang is not home yet.

Yan Feihang is sitting at the gate of Furuiyuan community.

... There was a bowl of half-hot ginger soup on the co-pilot.

He yawned, "Yeah, I'm so sleepy. I'm going to sleep. If you don't reply after sending a message next time, you can see how I will deal with you! Well, that's it, hang up."

Before Xi Xinghai could finish saying "good", Yan Feihang had already hung up the phone.

Xi Xinghai felt that Yan Feihang seemed to be angry...Although Yan Feihang was always angry, Xi Xinghai felt that this time was a little different.

What's the difference?

He couldn't think of a reason, so he sent a voice message to Yan Feihang: [Brother Feihang, good night. 】

After seven years, Yan Feihang once again received the "unnutritive assembly line news" from Xi Xinghai.

Different from turning a blind eye seven years ago, this time he listened seriously——Xi Xinghai's voice was very soft, with a long tail, as if he was taking a mouthful of cotton candy.

[Brother Feihang, good night. 】

It's sweet, just listening to it can make the heart soft and light.

But Yan Feihang's heart was very stuffy, as if some hard object was stuffed in it, it couldn't go up or down, and it hurt a little.

He thought, seven years ago, he didn't cherish the news that belonged to him alone, he turned a blind eye to it as unnutritious assembly line news, but now, these news really became unnutritious assembly line news, but he cherished them instead.

The world is boring and funny, as an ordinary person teased by him, Yan Feihang is angry and funny, helpless and sad.

Shaking his head and sighing, he started the car and drove home.

After returning home, he fell asleep with depression, and then woke up with depression. For several days in a row, Yan Feihang's heart was depressed, and he couldn't do anything.

On the contrary, Xi Xinghai was always in a happy mood, showing a three-point smile when seeing people.

...Although the new card he applied for has not yet been issued, even though he has been unable to punch in the card for more than a week, although the abnormal punching record directly affects the settlement of salary at the end of the month, and even though the personnel turned a blind eye to his appeal...Throwing These mosquitoes flying around are also endless, and they can't hurt anyone, but they are always distracting. Leaving aside small things, his mood is generally up.

Xi Xinghai was already good-looking, but when he smiled, it was like the finishing touch on an ink painting with appropriate shades, instantly eye-catching.

The eyes were brighter, and the smile was ecstatic.

Sun Wen said: "Xing Xing, you look a little different these days, what's the matter, are you talking about a girlfriend?"

Xi Xinghai said in his heart that talking about a boyfriend is almost the same, but although he hasn't talked about it yet, he feels that it is coming soon.

"No, it's about to be paid, I'm happy."

Sun Wenxin said that there is still half a month before the salary is paid, so he is happy?The happiness of young people is really simple.

Xi Xinghai's happiness is very simple, as long as Yan Feihang smiles at him when he has nothing to do, chats with him when he is free, and plays with him, he can be very happy.

He sent messages to Yan Feihang before, but Yan Feihang didn't see it or pretended not to see it, and never sent him any reply.

But now, whenever he posts something delicious and fun, or privately sends it to Yan Feihang, he can receive likes and comments from the other party in a very short time.

Although the comments were also perfunctory, [Well, not bad], [It's quite interesting], [Did you make it yourself? 】……

But the intervening, twists and turns, and twists and turns of the mental journey may only be clear to the person concerned.

Xi Xinghai followed the picture and found out what to do, and became more determined in his fishing policy.

He wrote: 【Yan Feihang is used to a smooth life. He has been a straight man for more than 20 years. He will not admit it, even if he has feelings for me. 】

This is the main premise of everything, and it is also the conclusion that Xi Xinghai has come to after rigorous testing over the past few months.

The water leak in the house was an accident, and what happened the next day was also an accident... But it was these accidents that made his heart that had been silent for a long time come alive again, and the thoughts that had been dead for a long time revived again.

The initial desire to avoid the other party was genuine.

Seven years ago, he failed to confess his love and was scolded in public. As a teenager, his fragile self-esteem suffered an unprecedented blow.

It was true that my heart was as dead as ashes at that time.

He deleted all contact information of the other party, and during the long period of seven years, he actively avoided contacting all news related to the other party, trying to completely drive the other party out of his life in this way.

...Keren's feelings are really a strange thing.

He thought that he had given up his heart a long time ago, his heart was as dead ashes, but he didn't expect that under the layers of dead ashes, there were faint sparks still burning.

Those few accidents became a tool for fueling the fire, and when he got the most satisfactory results in a series of tests later, the small flame was out of control.

……

【…He doesn't want to admit his heart, because he doesn't want to break the inertia of daily life, he wants to have complete control over life, so he doesn't want to touch any concept beyond his understanding. 】 Xi Xinghai continued to write.

【So what I have to do is to force him to take the initiative to get out of his comfort zone. 】

how should I do it?

[First let him experience the sense of crisis. 】

He lied to himself that he and Pei Ruifan were a couple.

【Let him experience disappointment frequently. 】

The loss caused by myself,... Occasionally not replying to messages, and occasionally showing affection.

[Give him a little sweetness. 】

Contrasted with loss, he fell into reflection.

[Continue to seduce him. 】

The sex drive is the most violent potion.

[Repeatedly strengthen. 】

Repeated training, the degree is gradually strengthened.

【In time...】

In time, let alone a straight man, steel can be bent by him.

Xi Xinghai wrote the guiding ideology of the action and the specific action plan one by one in his small notebook to confirm the progress and the next action plan. He closed the notebook and plunged into the intense and busy work.