he is afraid, he pretends

The heater in the bedroom does not cover the full bathroom at short notice.

After Wu Luming heard Wen Siyuan's question, the hand holding the towel paused, and looked at Wen Siyuan who did not respond immediately.

The slightly cool air gradually faded the redness on his face that had just been splashed with warm water.

Seeing this, Wen Siyuan took the towel back from his hand and hung it back on the shelf.

He didn't continue to speak, but put down the sleeves that were stretched above the elbows for Wu Luming, led the person out of the bathroom and closed the door.

After returning to the warm environment, he looked at Wu Luming to signal to continue.

Obviously, it means that this topic will not be skipped easily.

Wu Luming slightly raised his head and looked at Wen Siyuan for a moment, and this time he answered truthfully: "I went to the hospital."

"Go for a trip, how long is it?"

The heated room was a bit dry, Wu Luming lightly pursed his lower lip: "Ten days."

The room fell silent, only the sound of the air conditioner whistling for a while.

Wu Luming stared at Wen Siyuan for a while, but couldn't see any emotional changes. He thought for a while and asked, "Did I guess that night when I didn't answer the phone?"

Wen Siyuan agreed.

After this promise, before Wu Luming could react, Wen Siyuan unexpectedly didn't go any further on this topic.

He spoke again, and suddenly changed the topic: "This is the room I have lived in since I was four years old."

As Wen Siyuan said, he walked to the wall of awards that Wu Luming had stared at for a long time when he first entered the door.

Wu Luming walked over, he glanced at the wall of awards, and then at Wen Siyuan.

He had an intuition that what happened just now was endless, but no matter how he looked at Wen Siyuan's expression, he couldn't see anything unusual.

Wen Siyuan introduced the awards on the wall to him in a calm voice, and after the introduction, he led Wu Luming to the big bookshelf in the room.

This bookshelf is a little different from Wen Siyuan's in City A.

There are not so many types of books, and the reading age of books is obviously too young.

Wu Luming even saw a few fairy tale books inside.

If it was the moment he first entered the room, Wu Luming must have already started to take the book.

But now he just glanced at it twice, and then turned his gaze back to Wen Siyuan.

He felt that Wen Siyuan was angry.

But there is no way to be completely sure, because Wen Siyuan has hardly been angry with him, and he has no way to compare it.

The two of them walked around the room, and finally came to Wen Siyuan's bedside.

It was a single bed with a distinctly masculine aura.

Although it was a single bed, it could barely accommodate two adult men.

The sheets were a crisp gray and the quilts on the bed were neatly folded.

"Before I was ten years old, this was a small wooden bed." Wen Siyuan raised his hand to compare the height of the bed, "There is such a high guardrail around it to prevent me from falling out of bed at night."

Wu Luming's past is very attractive to Wen Siyuan, and Wen Siyuan's past is also the same for Wu Luming.

"My parents leave work at five o'clock every day, after dinner at six o'clock, they will ask me to go back to my room to sleep at eight o'clock. But I usually go to bed at nine o'clock, and in the middle hour I will draw a map on the bed."

Noticing Wu Luming's gaze, Wen Siyuan explained in a low voice: "I used to like to draw maps, and I stuck them on the railing next to the bed after I finished drawing."

Wu Luming listened to Wen Siyuan's description, and the figure of a child gradually appeared in his mind.

Warm yellow lights shrouded the cabin, and in the middle of the small wooden bed with a fence, a little boy who was much more serious than children of the same age was lying in the middle of the bed with the quilt rolled up, scribbling and drawing on a blank piece of paper in a serious manner.

Wen Siyuan also said that when he was in junior high school, his height increased rapidly, followed by inevitable growing pains at night.

The imaginary boy gradually turned into a handsome boy in school uniform.

The boy was a little thinner because of his height.

When the setting sun fell on the earth, he walked into the room with his schoolbag on his back, put down his schoolbag and unbuttoned the short-sleeved school uniform he had been buttoning all day.

Turning on the floor fan next to the desk felt it was not enough, the young boy spread out the books in his schoolbag on the desk, got up, went into the bathroom and washed his face.

Back at the desk, he wiped off the water on his chin, sat upright and began to complete the homework one by one in a planned way.

After dark, the voice of a woman calling him to eat came from downstairs. After eating, he went back to his room to continue doing his homework and reading books.

The summer night was less stuffy, and the long body gradually began to ache.

The boy stopped turning the pages of the book and knocked on his legs, frowning slightly, took a bunch of vitamins that his mother bought for him on the table, and swallowed them with water.

The light and shadow changed, and the young boy became a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with outstanding appearance.

The boy's figure is no longer as thin as when he was young, some outlines of strength can be seen faintly on his body, and a pair of not too high-prescription glasses are also placed on the bridge of his nose.

The body is growing, but the boy's habits have not changed much for many years.

He still does his homework and reads books in the house every day after returning home.

The teenager is very self-disciplined, even if he encounters a page he likes to read, he will never allow himself to go to bed after ten o'clock.

On this day, the Chinese teacher played a classic literary love movie during the lunch break.

The teenager was not too moved by the love in it after watching it, but was attracted by the beautiful scenery in the movie.

After returning home, it was rare for him not to read a book after finishing his homework. He found the movie that the teacher played at noon, and carefully watched the scenery in the movie several times.

That night, he rarely woke up from his sleep. He felt a little strange. He lifted the quilt and glanced at the pajama pants...

Wait a moment.

Wu Luming's imagination followed Wen Siyuan's words all the way, but suddenly stuck here.

He turned his head in astonishment, confirming that Wen Siyuan was indeed describing his first wet dream.

Just on this bed, the same gray sheets.

The boy who is much more rigid than his peers didn't dream of a real person, he just walked into the snow-capped mountain in the movie in his dream.

When the cold wind from the snow-capped mountains hit his face, it suddenly turned into a warm current. After waking up, he realized belatedly, maybe he wasn't so ignorant of the love in the story.

It's just that the word love is not even as warm as the wind in the snow mountain to him, so he got up, took a bath and changed clothes calmly, and put this episode behind him.

When Wen Siyuan said this, his expression was indifferent, and his tone was no different from that when he said that he was lying on the bed and drawing a map before he was ten years old.

Wu Luming reacted for a while, but his face still burned unavoidably.

The narrative about this bed ends at the end of high school.

After Wen Siyuan went to college, he didn't spend so much time at home.

After Wen Siyuan introduced the last representative thing in this room, he finally looked at Wu Luming.

He suddenly asked: "Do you want to try with me here?"

Wu Luming hadn't fully come out of Wen Siyuan's imagination when he lifted the quilt, when he heard this, his head stuck for the second time.

try what?

Wen Siyuan didn't say it, but it's not difficult to guess.

In this room full of traces of Wen Siyuan's decades of life.

A few minutes later, when Wu Luming was pressed on the bed like a pancake and checked back and forth twice, he was still a little dazed.

Wen Siyuan is a liar.

He said try it, pressed him to check out a few needle holes on his back, then pulled a chair and sat by the bed with a cold face and stopped talking.

Wu Luming is demented this time, and it can be seen that Wen Siyuan is really angry.

He was wrapped with the quilt that Wen Siyuan had just covered him, and he knelt on the head of the bed to look at the depressed Wen Siyuan next to the bed.

Wen Siyuan didn't look at him, his lowered eyes didn't know what he was thinking.

Wu Luming stared at him for a while, moved over two minutes and was about to speak, but Wen Siyuan spoke first.

"Yes, I'm angry." Wen Siyuan skipped the question and answered Wu Luming directly.

When he said this, he still didn't look at Wu Luming, his eyes seemed to restrain his emotions with lowered eyes.

After a short silence, he spoke again.

"We've been dating until now, and you don't seem to have told me that you like me."

Wu Luming was taken aback when he heard the words.

When he thought about it, he realized that there really wasn't one.

"I'm wondering if I'm more like an elder who can guide you in your eyes than an intimate lover."

Wu Luming opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but Wen Siyuan continued first.

"Besides this, I really can't think of any other reasons that would make you feel that you can keep a big event like being hospitalized for half a month without telling me."

"If there is, you tell me."

Wu Luming understood Wen Siyuan's intention to explain those growth marks to him in detail just now.

Wen Siyuan only talked about being 18 years old.

18 years old, only two years behind the 20-year-old Wu Luming.

18-year-old Wen Siyuan can't be an elder who guides Wu Luming, but he can be Wu Luming's lover.

It can only be Wu Luming's lover.

Wu Luming rolled up the quilt, moved to Wen Siyuan with a blushing face.

After Wen Siyuan finished speaking, he looked at him, his eyes were calm, and he could catch the deep suppressed emotions when he looked carefully.

"Brother Yuan, except for the seven days in the hut, I have never considered you an elder."

Wu Luming stretched out a hand from under the quilt and rubbed the red earlobe: "You didn't dream of a real person in your first dream. I dreamed of you clearly. If I treat you as an elder, I will Isn't it too rebellious."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Wen Siyuan to answer, he lifted the quilt and stepped off the bed.

It was completely uncontrollable to lose weight during the few days in the hospital, but after being discharged from the hospital, Wu Luming was eating recuperation meals and exercising very carefully.

Therefore, he is not much thinner than before the holiday, but his skin is whiter.

Wen Siyuan drew the curtains of the room before checking Wu Luming.

At this time, the warm yellow light was turned on in the room, and under the light, the young man's skin was as smooth as porcelain.

He went straight to Wen Siyuan, hugged him and sat in his arms.

"I want to try it out here with you," he said. "Where do we start?"

The author has something to say:

Sorry guys I'm late!There are too many people in the family, and I can't squeeze out my personal space at all. I can only write after returning to work bitterly. I will try to update tomorrow!

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