It is strictly forbidden to find an ex to sell miserably

In the end, Pei Yuan didn't go to the city center, but returned to his home.

In the evening, Pei Yuan sent a message to Xiao He: [Push me Wen Zhao's WeChat. 】

【? 】

【! ! ! 】

【it is good! ! ! 】

Wen Zhao finished work at the "Qi Qi" bar, and only looked at his phone when he left the shop.

He saw the shocking news from Xiao He, and also saw the latest good application lying in the contact person.

Wen Zhao grinned and immediately agreed.

The subway is still closed at this point, but the bus has already left work. He couldn't help but raise his lips as he walked towards the subway station.

There is nothing in the chat dialog box, only a reminder from the system: [You have added Y, you can start chatting now. 】

"Y" is the initial of Pei Yuan's "Yuan". Pei Yuan hardly pays much attention to it. The WeChat ID in college is like this, but the profile picture is brighter than the previous solid color. Puppy in bag.

Wen Zhao suddenly felt that it was good that he was wearing thick clothes, otherwise his heart would definitely jump out.

For the time being, he doesn't know why Pei Yuan asked Xiao He to push WeChat, but is it important?

unimportant.

He doesn't need to rely on a middleman to contact Pei Yuan in the future, this is the most important thing.

After waiting for the subway, Wen Zhao couldn't suppress the raised corners of his lips, but so far no new news has popped up in the chat dialog box between him and Pei Yuan.

Maybe Pei Yuan is already asleep. After all, it is already 10:30, and the subway will stop operating half an hour later.

The subway was galloping, resonating strongly with the wind, and the inside of the carriage was a bit stuffy. It was relatively late and there were not many people there.

Wen Zhao stared at the phone, he thought for a while, and sent a message: [I just got off work. 】

No address, no questions asked.

It's like he often sends messages to each other like this.

In fact, they have not been in touch for three years, Wen Zhao lowered his eyes.

Pei Yuan's message came back when the next stop arrived: [Have you learned it? 】

Wen Zhao sat up straight, his heart trembled.

In the end, I chose the safer one: [Not changed yet. 】

[When do you rest? 】

【tomorrow. 】

[I'll be fine tomorrow. 】

Originally, Wenzhao's working schedule was from Monday to Saturday, but today on Sunday, the traffic was very good. The store manager negotiated with him and decided to let him take Monday off.

Pei Yuan: [Send me the address. 】

【Tomorrow I will teach you. 】

The surprise came a little suddenly, and Wen Zhao was stunned for a while, and when he realized it, a strong smile appeared in his eyes: [Okay. 】

[Sleep. 】

Pei Yuan was obviously just here to explain this matter, and he stopped chatting after achieving his goal.

Wen Zhao wanted to jump up from the bench.

Fortunately, he has self-control.

This is simply a big breakthrough, not only has Pei Yuan's WeChat, but tomorrow Pei Yuan will come to teach him how to put on a bed cover.

When Wen Zhao got home, he couldn't calm down, and even suffered from insomnia. He even recalled the first time he lost sleep because of Pei Yuan——

In 2013, Wen Zhao transferred to Hecheng No. [-] Middle School.

He was a sophomore at the time.

Pei Yuan is also a sophomore in high school, but Pei Yuan is in the top class. This class is almost full of students from Tsinghua University and Peking University. Even the classroom is located in the quietest corner, so you usually don't meet them.

The first time I had an impression of the name Pei Yuan was after the school midterm exam, the leader held a speech meeting for the second grade, and Pei Yuan took the stage as No.1 to give a speech, Wen Zhao stood a little bit in the team Tired, he squinted his eyes and looked at Pei Yuan who was on the stage.

Wearing a plain school uniform, Pei Yuan stood up straight like a tree. His Mandarin was standard and fluent, and he didn't have an accent at all. But what made the eyes of many girls shine brightly was that Pei Yuan not only had good grades, but also had good looks. She is also good-looking, with tall legs and fair skin, and a handsome face that made the Wen photos startled at the time.

When Pei Yuan went down, Wen Zhao took a picture of Wei Yu who was standing in front of him. He had talked a lot with Wei Yu since he came to this school.

He asked, "Who is this?"

"Pei Yuan." Wei Yu guarded the teacher and whispered, "Xueba."

Wei Yu added: "Many girls in our class like him."

"How do you know?" Wen Zhao laughed, "Does anyone like me?"

"Yes, I have."

"You want to know?"

Wen Zhao thought for half a second, then he waved his hand: "Forget it, I don't want to know."

"whispering sound."

"Obviously I really want to know."

Wen Zhao raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Since this lecture, Wen Zhao has remembered Pei Yuan's name and his face, but there are two toilets on the first floor, he is far away from Pei Yuan's classroom, and there is no toilet Meet once.

Another month passed, and the third monthly exam was over, Wen Zhao's grades were still the same, and Pei Yuan was still number one in the school.

Just at that time, the family was under pressure, Wen Zhao didn't even think about it, and came to the door of the top class.

"Hello, classmate."

"Please call Pei Yuan for me."

Pei Yuan was taking a nap on the table, and when he opened his eyes, he was told that a classmate from another class was looking for him, so he went out in a daze.

Wen Zhao led Pei Yuan to a remote location, and he dug out the cigarette-shaped candy he bought at that time from his bag, and was about to put it in his mouth, when Pei Yuan frowned, and kindly reminded: "Student, there is a camera here. "

"If you are caught smoking, you will get a demerit."

Wen Zhao changed the direction of this with cigarette candy, and put it on Pei Yuan's lips without thinking, and he smiled lightly: "It's candy, classmate."

"Minty."

Pei Yuan raised his eyes, didn't hold back, but asked, "What can I do for you?"

"I forgot to introduce myself." Wen Zhao held the candy in his mouth, "I'm Wen Zhao from class 27, and I want to ask if you have time to help me with my homework."

"Sorry, I'm busy."

Pei Yuan left after speaking, leaving only Wen Zhao a back view.

Wen Zhao stood under the camera, with a smile in his eyes, he chewed the candy, and the dean was already following the surveillance to catch him.

Hearing the photos that night, he lost sleep.

He always thought of Pei Yuan's kind reminder to him, the corners of his mouth would rise when he thought about it, and he was in a good mood for a long time.

After so many years, Wen Zhao never thought that he could remember it so clearly, but how brave he was at that time, and now he still lacks that vigor.

He could no longer go directly to Pei Yuan as before, but had to find a way, otherwise he would still be greeted with rejection.

Pei Yuan's biological clock was still intact, he was still used to getting up around eight o'clock, eating breakfast, reading a book, and only going out after lunch.

He told Wen Zhao that he would arrive at the community around two o'clock in the afternoon.

And it takes four to 10 minutes to catch the bus from where he lives. He never likes to be late, so he goes out early.

When he was about to arrive, he sent a message to Wen Zhao: [There are still three stops. 】

【it is good. 】

The scenery on the street went all the way back and disappeared from sight. Pei Yuan sat in the back row of the bus and squeezed the space between his eyebrows.

As for his decision to help Wenzhao face to face, there is nothing to say that he will not regret it later, but he inevitably has some doubts about his determination.

During the six months he was with Qin Boyi, he tried his best to put the focus on Qin Boyi. It was a bit difficult at first, but he actually got used to it later. He felt that if he continued like this with Qin Boyi, it might be true Some people will completely forget about Wenzhao, and get rid of their liking for Wenzhao.

It turned out that it hadn't been long, and the progress bar restarted as if it had just started.

And his love for Wen Zhao remains the same.

but……

Before Pei Yuan could think again, the bus had already stopped, just at the place where Wen Zhao reported.

Wen Zhao was standing on the bus platform.

It was cold, and both of them were wearing down jackets.

This is almost the first official meeting in three years, and they are still sober.

Wen Zhao was wearing a turtleneck sweater, his throat moved, hiding his inner excitement, he just smiled: "Thank you, Pei Yuan."

It's like a communication between friends, without any other meanings.

Pei Yuan looked at his crooked eyes, and said "um", "You're welcome."

Wen Zhao made a "please" gesture: "Then come with me, Teacher Pei."

"……Um."

Pei Yuan lifted his foot, followed him for about ten meters, and entered the community.

The neighborhood is very old, and it didn't have any fancy name, so it was called "Yuan No. 27, Anlin Road" based on the street.

There was no security room, so we set up a table and chairs under an umbrella. Fortunately, the electricity was connected and a small solar heater was placed next to it, otherwise it would definitely be frozen in such an environment.

The security guard looked to be in his 50s, and he was still taking a lunch break with his hat on, snoring like thunder.

The ground is damp, and the weeds in the corners are a bit luxuriant. In addition, there are small pits everywhere on the ground, and some of them have accumulated water.

Pei Yuan suddenly felt like he was playing a minesweeper game. If he was not careful, he would end up with wet shoes and dirty trousers.

Wen Zhao cleared his throat: "Teacher Pei."

"what's up."

"What's your phone number now?" Wen Zhao said frankly, "If I can't reach you via WeChat in the future, it's convenient for me to call you directly. What do you think?"