he is afraid, he pretends

Wen Siyuan was obviously still thinking seriously, and it took a while before he lowered his eyes to see Wu Luming's slightly startled expression.

Seeing confusion in Wu Luming's eyes, he explained aloud; "I've never liked anyone before, and to be able to have a crush on you within just a week of being with you shows that you must have something very attractive to me. "

Listening to the unexpected answer, Wu Luming's ears felt hot, and he blinked his eyes slightly in a daze.

"However, I'm still not sure what it is, but I can be sure that if I meet you again, as long as I have a chance to get in touch with you, I will still fall in love with you."

Wu Luming thought slowly, this seemed to be the third time Wen Siyuan expressed his love for him bluntly.

But he was still dizzy from hearing it, so it took a while to realize what Wen Siyuan said was wrong.

Like does not mean will pursue.

After all, Wu Luming witnessed Wen Siyuan's long-term ideological struggle before finally facing up to his own feelings.

Just as Wu Luming thought of this, he heard Wen Siyuan explaining that he thought of it together.

"When I was in high school, I didn't worry as much as I do at this age, and I always have a clear goal in doing things. If I realize that my heart is moving, I will definitely not sit idly by."

Wu Luming originally mentioned it casually, but now that Wen Siyuan has seriously raised the assumption of meeting in middle school, he can't help substituting it a little bit.

After thinking for a moment, he still felt that the probability of the two of them getting together was very small.

He used to be very indifferent to the people and things around him, and for many years he was in a state of being out of the crowd.

According to Wen Siyuan's temperament, the two of them would not have a chance to get in touch even if they ran into each other.

But he didn't say that again.

Assuming it doesn't make sense, as long as he can hold Wen Siyuan now.

The study was quiet for a while, and Wen Siyuan's voice sounded again.

"How about going further?"

Wu Luming's head was pressed comfortably by Wen Siyuan, and after a long time, he became a little lazy, unable to understand the meaning of Wen Siyuan's words.

Wen Siyuan didn't get a response, and after a while, he added a sentence very naturally: "That day in the hospital, I saw you talking to a tall man, he was the father of the little girl who fell into the water that Cen Xiwen mentioned ?"

His tone was serious and serious, without any embarrassment after eavesdropping.

Not only did he not, but he climbed up following the eavesdropping words.

Wu Luming came back to his senses.

He looked at Wen Siyuan, who had no abnormal expression after the question, and realized belatedly that this was what Wen Siyuan was waiting for when he mentioned "talk about the past" at the beginning.

It is estimated that I saw him and that man talking in front of the inpatient building that day in the hospital, and I always wanted to ask in my heart.

Wu Luming stared at Wen Siyuan again, and from the expression of the person in front of him, he could read the aura of asking him "Do you have good abs" after looking at Qian Weichang's profile picture that day.

But if you don't look carefully, the expression is still as serious as usual, like an arrogant cat, smelling the smell of other cats on the excrement shovel officer, throwing a temper tantrum, going to the table and slowly pushing the gadgets on the table with its paws Son.

After pushing it, he didn't admit it, and flicked his tail with his paws as usual.

Wu Luming couldn't hold back a chuckle as he thought about it, there was a rare real, clear and softness in his eyes.

His smile fell into Wen Siyuan's eyes, and the meaning was obviously misinterpreted.

A slight frown was faintly visible between Wen Siyuan's brows.

Wu Luming caught it, raised his hand and lightly touched Wen Siyuan's eyebrows, and asked aloud, "Do you want to hear about my childhood?"

Wen Siyuan lifted the hand on the back of the chair to grab Wu Luming's hand that was pressed between his eyebrows, and agreed.

Wu Luming was grabbed by Wen Siyuan obediently, and leaned back into Wen Siyuan's arms. After thinking for a moment, he said: "My sister and I spent a few years in the orphanage when I was young, when I was three years old and my sister was four years old. , One day when I woke up, I found that my sister and I were there. I was often sick at that time, and I couldn’t remember much. My sister remembered a little bit and knew our names and the names of our parents, but the orphanage was too remote. Now, there are mountains all around, and I can’t get out, so even if I remember it, it’s useless.”

"When I was seven years old, my mother found the orphanage and took us back. In the years before that, the big guy was the only friend I... had ever made."

Wen Siyuan knew who the big guy was, and Cen Xiwen mentioned it by the lake that day.

Hearing the word "only" in Wu Luming's words, he tightened the hand holding Wu Luming by two points.

After tightening it, it seemed that it was not enough, so he separated Wu Luming's thin white fingers one by one to pinch the pulp.

Wu Luming's fingertips were numb from being pinched, and he quickly explained: "He is older, and he takes care of the younger ones in the orphanage."

Wen Siyuan was silent for a moment, still pinching Wu Luming's fingers: "What happened after that?"

He actually didn't listen too carefully to what Cen Xiwen said that day, but he probably knew that the relationship between Wu Luming and that person was not very good afterwards.

Wu Luming half-closed his eyelids, and said in an ordinary tone, "Well, later he spoke ill of me to a family who came to adopt me, so he was no longer a friend."

Wu Luming's tone was casual and ordinary, as if it was just a small report between ordinary friends behind the scenes.

But based on what Cen Xiwen said before, Wen Siyuan knew that it was by no means that simple.

Cen Xiwen said that Wu Luming was sick and unpleasant when he was a child, so he was not liked by the adoptive family.

But Wu Luming's older sister was just the opposite. Many adoptive families were willing to adopt his older sister, but the older sister asked to be adopted together with her younger brother. One can imagine how difficult it was to get a good chance of adoption in those years.

It may be very, very rare that a good family is willing to consider adopting two children together under the hard work of my sister.

But this opportunity was snatched away by the only friend in a dishonorable way.

Wen Siyuan finally stopped pinching Wu Luming's fingertips, and squeezed Wu Luming's hand into his palm again.

He was silent for a moment and asked softly: "Will you be sad if you are not friends?"

Wu Luming shook his head: "Not sad, but a little...disappointed."

After he finished speaking, he shrank a little into Wen Siyuan's arms, pursing his lips lightly as if thinking about whether to say the next thing.

His eyes touched Wen Siyuan's big warm hand wrapped around him, and he finally said: "It's strange, although I used to be sick and couldn't remember too many things, but in my subconscious, I always felt that those open and secret fights in the orphanage, Selfishness and hypocrisy are very common. People who are willing to share their own things like a big guy are rare. I thought he would be different from what I thought, but later found that there was nothing different. So I was a little disappointed. It’s really boring like that.”

After Wu Luming finished speaking, without waiting for Wen Siyuan to give any response, he adjusted his tone and said relaxedly: "But I used to think things a little too sharply. People are not all the same, I know."

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the alarm clock on the wall of the study, and found that it was past nine fifty before he knew it.

He retracted his gaze and asked aloud, "Brother Yuan, it's almost ten o'clock, are you going to sleep?"

Wen Siyuan didn't respond immediately.

He was quiet for a while, but he picked up the last topic.

"It's not that you got into a dead end, it's that he did something wrong. So he paid the price for it—losing you, a good friend."

Wu Luming was slightly stunned: "I... can't be considered a good friend."

"That eight..." Wen Siyuan said out of habit, this time he paused to think about his name, and after a while he spit out three words with some uncertainty, "Qian Weichang, he obviously likes to be friends with you. "

"He has a relatively simple mind and doesn't have high demands on his friends."

"Simple-minded people tend to have higher requirements for their friends, because the friendship they can recognize is purer. If you can be recognized, it means that you are worthy of deep friendship."

Wu Luming opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something.

Wen Siyuan took the lead to end the topic, and answered Wu Luming's other question: "Don't sleep tonight, are you sleepy?"

Wu Luming shook his head.

"Then do you need to read a book?" Wen Siyuan suggested.

Wu Luming should be fine.

He was about to get up, but Wen Siyuan picked him up one step ahead of him and put him on the chair beside him.

Then Wen Siyuan left a sentence of "wait for me", went straight to the corner of the study, and dragged out a box that was originally placed behind the curtain.

Wen Siyuan's study room has a lot of books of all kinds, and there is a large box full of boxes in the corner.

He rummaged through the box for a while, and quickly returned to the desk with a book in hand.

He put the book on the table, and after sitting down, he hugged Wu Luming back to his lap before taking the book and opening it.

Wu Luming glanced at the cover and found that it was a travel journal.

He suddenly remembered that at the wooden house in his hometown, what Wen Siyuan invited him to read was also a travel book.

Unlike this book, it is clear that Wen Siyuan has a lot of interest in this kind of books.

When he thought about it, he realized belatedly that there were so many classified books on Wen Siyuan's bookshelf, but not a single travel note.

It should be in that big box.

It's a bit strange.

The favorite books should be placed in the most conspicuous position, and no matter how you choose the second best, they should not be randomly thrown in the box and stacked in an imperceptible corner.

Before Wu Luming could think about it, Wen Siyuan's voice sounded again: "This travel note is about some unpopular scenic spots in Country F. The author described a mountain cable car very fascinatingly. Have you ever taken a cable car?"

Wu Luming shook his head.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

Wu Luming shook his head again.

Wen Siyuan turned the pages of the book slowly, and said softly: "Country F is a bit far away, and there is a cable car in City G. If you want to go there sometime, we can find a chance to go. City G is not far from City A."

He said and frowned lightly: "But I'm afraid there will be no chance this year. There will be a lot of school things at the end of the year."

It is very difficult for Wen Siyuan to rub Wu Luming's head with one hand, but to turn over the book with one hand.

So he flipped through it for a while, and Wu Luming flipped through it with him holding the book.

Wu Luming used to love to write math problems when he was free, and the more difficult the problems, the more he liked to write, but he didn't read many books.

He usually reads tedious theoretical articles. He seldom takes the initiative to read this kind of leisure books, but the travel notes recommended by Wen Siyuan are very attractive. Gradually he saw God.

It wasn't until he felt the pain in the back of his head that he realized that Wen Siyuan hadn't moved for a while.

When he looked up, he found that Wen Siyuan really had his eyes closed, and he didn't know when he fell asleep.

Wu Luming turned his head to look at the alarm clock again, and found that it was almost twelve o'clock.

He turned to look at Wen Siyuan.

Seeing a little stubble protruding from Wen Siyuan's chin under the light, he couldn't help but rubbed it with his hand.

Not prickly, itchy.

Wen Siyuan was awakened by this movement, let go of the book in his hand in a daze, and raised his hand to grab Wu Luming's hand rubbing against his chin.

The book fell to the ground with a "click", and Wen Siyuan slightly lowered his head and squinted his eyes, looking at Wu Luming in his arms half asleep and half awake.

Wu Luming and him looked at each other for a moment, then said softly: "Brother Yuan, it's almost twelve o'clock, go back to your room and sleep."

Wen Siyuan woke up and turned to look at the alarm clock.

There are still 10 minutes to twelve o'clock.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Wu Luming: "Are you sleepy?"

Wu Luming picked up the book that fell on the floor, and promised: "I'm not too sleepy, I just finished finishing this scenic spot, and I'll go to sleep after finishing."

Wen Siyuan nodded when he heard the words, got up and put him on the chair, without saying anything, rubbed his head and went out.

Wu Luming watched Wen Siyuan go out, saw the study door closed, and then turned the book back to the page number he had just seen.

After he finished reading, he looked up and found that the time was just after twelve o'clock.

There were still several scenic spots left in the book in his hand. After thinking about it, he didn't put the book back in the box, but simply put it aside on the desk.

After putting it away, he got up and walked out, but the door was pushed open from the outside first.

Wen Siyuan who came in had obviously just taken a shower, and his hair was still a little wet after blowing it.

Wu Luming thought that he would not come back after going to sleep, and was about to ask in doubt, Wen Siyuan stepped forward to pick him up first, carried him to the only desk in the study and put him down.

Wu Luming put both hands on Wen Siyuan's shoulders, and in front of his nose was the light fragrance of shower gel on Wen Siyuan's body.

He was sniffing and feeling comfortable when his ears were suddenly pinched.

The pinched ear instantly became hot.

Wu Luming looked up at Wen Siyuan.

Wen Siyuan's face is still not different from usual, and a thin layer of water mist can be seen through the glasses on the bridge of the nose.

As soon as Wu Luming's eyes fell on the glasses, Wen Siyuan raised his hand to take off the glasses and put them on the corner of the desk.

"It's past twelve o'clock." Wen Siyuan's voice was a little hoarse, which is rare after taking a bath.

He still wore his button-down pajamas after the shower today.

The top two buttons are unfastened, and the shape of the inner muscles can be seen faintly.

Every time Wen Siyuan takes a bath, his sex appeal will soar exponentially, and Wu Luming has always been well aware of this.

But today seems to have skyrocketed.

Wu Luming stared at the third button on Wen Siyuan's pajamas, feeling a little itchy.

He restrained himself and curled his hands lightly, when he heard Wen Siyuan's voice again: "Today happens to be No.15 day."

Wu Luming's head was stuffed with a lot of strange things, so he didn't listen to Wen Siyuan's words for a while.

Until Wen Siyuan spoke again, it was an inquiry sentence: "You said earlier that you were curious about the feeling of kissing. Last time I kissed you drunk, did you understand?"

This time the words were too straightforward, Wu Luming finally regained some reason from the color waste in his mind.

He realized Wen Siyuan's meaning, pursed his lips lightly, and said very pragmatically and firmly: "No."

There was a slight smile in Wen Siyuan's voice: "Well, then this time we can feel it seriously."

When Wu Luming was pushed down on the desk by Wen Siyuan, the words that Wen Siyuan responded to him two hours ago flashed through his mind.

Don't sleep tonight.

The author has something to say:

Xiaowen: You can kiss after two more hours, and you can boil it more zzzzzzzzz

I am good at cooking, but I failed to do it in the first week after I set the flag!Damn it!

This chapter gives everyone a red envelope, next week I will continue to work hard to achieve the goal, 555555