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Qingxi Road is more crowded than ever, and there are people in a hurry everywhere, and they flicker in sight without realizing it.

The air in the evening was still very dry. After staying in the humid climate in the south for a long time, I felt very stuffy and panicked at first.

Wen Sui raised his hand, took off his baseball cap and played with it, then looked sideways at the person dragging the luggage: "Don't give it away."

"Hey, your hair..." Ji Xiaoyu instantly forgot what he wanted to say back, and asked curiously, "Is it cosplaying Teacher Wutiao?"

His eyes fell on the young man's white and slender knuckles. He was obviously only wearing a simple shirt, but his gestures could not conceal a sense of cynical dignity.

When those eyes with slightly darker pupils looked over, it was easy for people not to look away, and they were naturally focused.

It's just recently that he suddenly dyed his unrestrained short silver hair. I don't know what kind of style this young master is taking.

Wen Sui was absent-minded: "It's ugly, you deliberately disliked my parents."

Ji Xiaoyu suspected that this person was attacking Versailles-style dimensionality reduction: "It's not ugly, it's a thief."

It seems that it has been like this since I met Wen Sui in high school. Although life is going smoothly, but I always like to find things for myself, and I am not afraid of the sky and the earth is arrogant.

When the results of the college entrance examination came out, Wen Sui instantly dominated the media.He won the first prize, looks good, and has a prominent family background. Any label he puts on his body is enough to look good.

It's just that the silver-haired thick-chain skull shirt in the promotional photo is really out of line, a group of little girls screamed like crazy, and Wen Jia was so angry that they almost kicked them out of the house.

Ji Xiaoyu tasted it: "Come on, the old couple will be very angry, right? I just asked my subordinates to buy a draft to tout how perfect and decent your future successor is, and the face was slapped with the backhand."

"The sales of the company's products soared that day, why are they so angry, shouldn't they beg me to make it semi-permanent?" Wen Sui twirled the baseball cap slowly with his fingertips, becoming addicted to playing.

Ji Xiaoyu has mixed feelings, and he is most afraid of Nizi being educated. This logic is impeccable.

He ended the topic quite sensibly, pushed the suitcase and slipped away again: "Anyway, you are free, I'd better take you in, and by the way, pay your respects to Dreamland."

"It's up to you." Wen Sui didn't care too much, and walked into the quite grand door under the eyes of a group of girls.

The phone vibrated several times in a row, he glanced down at the incoming call, and quickly pressed it down.

Obviously far away from home, but not as happy as imagined, I always feel that I owe something.

Walking to the reporting office, Wen Sui stood at the end of the reporting line with great interest, his eyes focused on the hurriedly passing figure.

The dryness in my heart could not be suppressed, so I raised my hand and loosened two shirt collar buttons, finally feeling more comfortable.

"I dreamed about my brother again last night."

People have never seen it before, and their ears have heard a layer of calluses. Ji Xiaoyu is used to it and said: "It's been a fucking [-] times, it's not new."

"Three hundred and four times." Wen Sui raised his eyelids slightly and corrected him.

Three years, [-] times, an average of twice a week, he remembers clearly.

"There's no difference, what did you dream about?" Ji Xiaoyu turned his head to look at the past, and his eyes fell on the other's eyebrows.

Seeing that people were silent, he hurriedly urged: "No, if you half-speak, there will be a thunderbolt."

Wen Sui clicked his tongue, feeling a little ridiculous: "I dreamed that the two of us lived in the same dormitory."

Ji Xiaoyu paused for half a beat, and then said happily: "Don't say, there are only two good schools, and Jiang An's grades are so good, it's really possible."

Added another sentence in doubt: "But why isn't he the champion of Wucheng this year, evil door."

"After all, his opponent is also very hardworking."

"Master, I have realized that even if I exhaust myself, I will crush my brother to death."

Wen Sui smiled, remembering that Jiang An was not among the top ten in the report.

It's not a competition recommendation, and it's a surprise that he hasn't won the first prize yet.

It's just that he didn't dare to easily deny the content of this dream.

In the past few years, I have had a lot of fragmentary dreams about Jiang An, almost all of them are bystanders, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

The only time it was fulfilled was the time three years ago, when he dreamed about Jiang An's departure, but he did not expect it to come true.

There was a riot at home that day, Jiang An raised his hand to wipe Wen Sui's unstoppable tears, and said in a low voice, "I'm leaving today."

Wen Sui still remembers the look in his eyes at that moment. It was the same as when he came to his home more than ten years ago, with a stubbornness that refused to compromise in the alienation.

He obviously didn't do anything, just standing there made people feel distressed.

Of course, Jiang An's life experience itself makes people feel distressed.

He has no blood relationship with Wen Sui, his mother ran away when he was born, and his father Jiang Feng is Wen Sui's father Wen Zhongqing's bodyguard.In a kidnapping case, Jiang Feng died in order to protect his boss. The young Jiang An only had an elderly grandmother in the countryside, and no other relatives.

Out of compensation, Wen Zhongqing took the three-year-old child home to live with him, and it lasted for more than ten years.

Afterwards, Wen Sui didn't want to recall anymore, and was so annoyed.

Ji Xiaoyu put on a melon-eating face and asked curiously, "Hey, if it happened, would you cry and beg him for forgiveness?"

Wen Sui was stunned for a second, then moved his wrist slowly: "No, I will press his head and make peace with me."

Young master, is it true that you won't be beaten to death if you walk so arrogantly in the rivers and lakes?

Ji Xiaoyu gave a thumbs up without hesitation: "Look at your performance."

"Get out." Wen Sui cursed, his smile faded, "If he knows that I passed the exam, he will definitely avoid it."

After all, Jiang An probably didn't want to see him again.

Ji Xiaoyu groaned, and muttered: "That's right, three years of exile is a blood feud. It's hard for anyone to let go of this—ah——pain, pain, let go—"

Wen Sui snatched the suitcase, clasped the man's shoulders harder and turned back: "Turn right when you go out."

"Then I'm really leaving." Ji Xiaoyu reluctantly turned around every step of the way.

"Well, see you later." Wen Sui supported the lever with one hand, and swipe the phone screen with the other, without looking up.

Ji Xiaoyu walked a few steps slowly, heard a "ding", and took out his phone from his pocket to check.

A line of black text was displayed on the screen: 8773 yuan was transferred to account *20000.

He turned his head and shook his phone to show off: "Fuck, is the country doing targeted poverty alleviation recently?"

Wen·Scattering Wealth Boy·Sui: "The country should give you a presbyopia by the way."

Looking down, Ji Xiaoyu noticed the money transferer, and said with an awkward smile: "I owe you a lot of debts, but now that I'm in college, I can go to work. Besides, you have a stiff relationship with your uncles and aunts." Well, keep it for yourself."

"No need to pay it back." Wen Sui said indifferently, "It's all my scholarship, you use it to pay the tuition first."

Hearing this, Ji Xiaoyu's eyes turned red in an instant, and he looked like he was about to flood Jinshan: "You are really better than my own father. If I hadn't met you, I would have quit a long time ago..."

"Is it a traditional virtue to be kind to your son?" Wen Sui couldn't stand the sensationalism, so he took it over with a gag, "Come on, call Dad?"

Ji Xiaoyu has no bottom line, so he changed his words like a follower of kindness: "Father, I will be filial to you and uncle in the future."

"Who is your uncle?"

"Jiang Anbai, you call him brother, even though he is not relative, it is reasonable according to his seniority."

Wen Sui recalled the cracked expression on his world-weary face, and said without restraint, "Okay, next time you call in front of him, remember to be affectionate."

Ji Xiaoyu shrank his neck and quickly slipped away, and his ears were finally clean.

Wen Sui withdrew his emoji, maybe, there will be no next time.

The team moved slowly, and finally it was his turn. He tapped the table with his knuckles, and he reported his name.

Facing the light, the girl who registered was dazzled by the silver hair, and didn't realize her gaffe until her cheeks were slightly red: "Dormitory 1, Building 216, sign here."

Wen Sui bent slightly, glanced at the name of his roommate, his eyes fell on the word "Jiang An", and the tip of his pen paused.

No matter what he said, with just these two simple Chinese characters, he seemed to be able to feel those dark eyes looking deeply at him through the paper.

The world is quite big, it may not be uncommon to have the same name and surname.

It's just that the picture of that dream flashed repeatedly in my mind, and it always felt like some kind of express.

Although he wanted to ease the relationship with others, but it was really a steep day and night relationship, probably to make Jiang An unhappy.

Wen Sui squeezed the tip of the pen tightly, and then slowly released it: "Can I apply for a change of dormitory? I don't fit in with Building No. 1."

Probably never heard of such an outrageous reason, the opposite party was stunned: "It's a bit late now, I have to ask the dormitory manager, usually the room is not easy to change after the room is allocated."

"Thank you, I see." Wen Sui returned the pen, turned and left.

The girl stared at the back for a while, and sighed to the people next to her: "Are all elementary school boys with such personalities now? They are so handsome."

Wen Sui dragged his suitcase and walked away.

Passing through a large tree-lined area, he went straight to Building No. 2, and went straight to the office on the first floor, where the dormitory auntie was eating melon seeds and watching a drama.

Wen Sui looked over and asked politely: "Hi, I'm a freshman in Building 1, can I change here?"

Auntie didn't raise her head, she looked at the phone intently: "What's the number, you can change it wherever you want, and the vegetable market is not happy to change it now."

This is an example to attack the blind spots of contemporary students' knowledge.

Wen Sui raised his eyebrows slightly, able to stretch and sing: "I mainly think that sister, you are more eye-catching than the aunt in Building 1."

The aunt, who was almost fifty, was half out of her wits when she was called sister.

Looking up, good guy, the actor on the screen is suddenly not good.

She was smiling, with crow's feet raised at the end of her eyes: "Yes, there are vacancies. If you can't make up four people, you have to pay extra. And the door number is not very lucky, and there are some alarmist rumors, if you don't mind..."

"Whatever you want." Wen Sui snapped, "Haunted houses are also fine."

It was very troublesome to change the dormitory. After going through the process slowly, I finally succeeded in changing the room.He put his luggage in the dormitory, and walked around the school a long way around the boulevard, but he didn't see the familiar figure.

I can't tell whether it's disappointment or happiness, but I just feel that there is no such a coincidence, and I laugh at myself for overreacting.

So he stopped by to buy some daily necessities, and Wen Sui slowly went back to the dormitory building to pick up his suitcase, and found the house number 404.

The door was ajar, and a thin gleam of light shone through the crack, making it look like the roommate had arrived.

"This room number has a story at a glance." He hooked the doorknob and pulled it a little further away, pushing his luggage in to say hello: "Hello, I'm our new roommate, Wen Sui—"

In the next second, the voice stopped abruptly in astonishment.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the evening light penetrated a little from the window, dividing the room into two halves, light and dark.

The man stood in the small half shadow, and couldn't see his facial features clearly.Only the screen of the mobile phone next to the ear was lit, outlining the sharp jaw line and the high nose bridge, making the whole person feel more oppressive.

There was a soft answer, hung up the phone in his hand, turned his head to meet the gaze, his eyes were dim and unclear.

Even after three years, Wen Sui still recognized the person instantly, taller, thinner, taller and more handsome than before.

A mirage suddenly projected in front of you, the countless Jiang An in the dream overlapped with the one in front of you, exactly the same.

His heart tightened, and after a few years of blank time, he suddenly felt a little timid.

Aren't you usually good at blah blah?Wen Sui's lips were straightened and his throat was tight.

A gust of wind blew up in the corridor, blowing past his neck from behind, and closing the door with a bang.

The wind passed over him, blowing Jiang An's shirt and the broken hair on his forehead, and fine dust was flying in the room.

"Long time no see." After a few seconds, a calm voice came from the other side of the room, with no emotion.

It's just that he doesn't have a name or surname, and he doesn't call himself Sui Sui, so he has some identities.

"Long time no see." Wen Sui answered him imitatively, his pupils seemed to be stained with the frost of early autumn.

He came back to his senses and sorted out his thoughts in a second.Jiang An will appear here, probably because he, like himself, changed rooms from Building 1 after seeing his roommate's name.

It's just a coincidence, the brain circuits of the two were synchronized, and they happened to meet together.

But the reasons are different.

I was afraid that he would still feel uncomfortable, but Jiang An was really avoiding it.

Wen Sui pursed his lips, turned around noble and cold, dragged the suitcase with one hand, and put on the doorknob with the other.

He turned his back to the person, covering up all his expressions, leaving only the back of his head glaring white: "I'm blind, I went to the wrong door."

It's a big deal, change it back, it won't be an eyesore.

But this time, I probably have to call the No. 1 dormitory manager my sister to have a chance.

Jiang An didn't respond, his expression was indifferent, and he just stared in the direction of the door lock meaningfully.

Wen Sui pressed the handle slowly, and with a bang, the silver doorknob fell to the ground without warning.

The door, still locked and motionless.

Wen Sui looked down at his sinful right hand, his face was full of astonishment, and he froze in place.

No, the doorknob of this top-ranking institution is also so immoral?

The author has something to say: 404 Little Black House is online!

The background setting is at the same time as "Nonline", the school is overhead, and some private settings

Carry out the central idea, don't kill yourself, it's a sweet text