lonely patient

I got home earlier than Wen Luming. On the way, I received a message from him saying that something went wrong with the experiment and he might not be back at night.

Followed by another: "You don't have to wait for me if you go to bed early."

He's not at home, of course I can't go to bed early and get up early.When I went back, I hung up the painting, lay on the bed and turned on the projector, and picked out a Hollywood blockbuster that didn't bother me.Belle took Wen Luming's place, curled herself up next to me, and started snoring after a while.

At the end of the movie, the exciting sound effects covered the sound of someone opening the door. I was concentrating on watching the hero and the villain fight to the death, and Wen Luming pushed the door in and surprised me.

"Why are you back?" I turned off the movie and jumped up from the bed, "I was scared to death."

Belle was also awakened by me, poked her head out from under the quilt, and let out a long sound.

Wen Luming looked at one person and one cat, lost his voice for a while, and stood at the door for half a minute before saying, "The problem is solved." After speaking, he saw the painting on the wall, and his eyes froze.

I got off the bed and walked to him, touched him with my shoulder and asked, "Does it look good?"

Wen Luming was still carrying the chill from the outside, he looked down at me, and said slowly: "What can I do to keep you?"

If I hadn't known that this was the title of the poem, I would have thought he was talking to me.His expression was always serious, which made me inexplicably hot.

I smiled unnaturally and asked, "How do you know, do you know the artist?"

"I don't know." Wen Luming looked away, "It's written on it." I took a closer look, only to find a small line of Spanish in the upper left corner.

Wen Luming took off his glasses, took off his coat and hung it up, saying, "I'm going to take a shower, you go to sleep."

"You too," he looked at Belle who was dazed on the bed again, and said calmly, "It's time to go back to your room."

Belle knows how to read words, knowing that she is sleeping in a place that does not belong to her, she jumped out of bed without saying a word, stretched her front legs, yawned, and went back to the room slowly.I looked at its big snow-white and fluffy tail, and said to Wen Luming: "Stingy."

Wen Luming ignored me.

Lying on the bed, I told him about the origin of the painting, saying that the artist saw that I was attracted to him, and finally sold the painting to me at an unbelievably cheap price.

Wen Luming raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did you buy it?"

"Otherwise?" I asked back, "I wanted to give it to you, but you are not at home, so I hung it up first."

"I thought..." Wen Luming thoughtfully, shook his head and said, "It's all right. Go to sleep."

"What do you think?" I thought of a possibility, and asked him by touching his shoulder, "You think someone gave it to me?"

Wen Luming obviously couldn't lie, so he acquiesced without saying a word.My mood suddenly became very complicated. I had a kind of inexplicable secret joy, but also felt uncomfortable. "You miss me that much?" It was a rare occasion, I looked straight at him and asked, "Am I the kind of person who accepts gifts so casually?"

Wen Luming was speechless, sighed for a while and said, "Sorry."

I saw that he was sleepy and tired after a day of experimentation, so I decided not to share his knowledge for once.

"You haven't said whether you like it or not." I said.

Wen Luming, who took off his glasses, had sharper eyebrows and eyes, but at the moment he didn't have any vigor at all. Instead, he squinted slightly because of myopia under the dim light, and said slowly, "It looks good. I like it."

I got the answer I wanted and let him go contentedly.

Wen Luming was very busy near the end of the term, and I didn't see anyone much in the next few days, but I met Miss Cheng twice.Different from letting me go freely in the past, this time my parents seemed to be serious, not only forcing me to go on a date, but also sending bodyguards to follow me from afar, as if I was afraid that I would run away.

Finally, after a week, I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief when the two of them were going back and forth.If Wen Luming hadn't reminded me to prepare thick clothes, I almost forgot to go to New Year's Eve with him.Mr. Wen seems to have 48 hours a day, planning the journey while busy with work, and arranging everything properly. In comparison, I am like a useless person who stretches out his clothes to eat and opens his mouth.

"No, at least you can pack your own luggage." Wen Luming said on the plane, "Not as stupid as I thought."

"Teacher Wen," I retorted exhaustedly, "I'm not in school now, and I'm not your student, so don't use the word idiot to describe me."

In the sky far away from the earth, Wen Luming's expression was much more relaxed than usual. During this period of time, he was so busy that he returned home from the laboratory almost in the middle of the night every day.Once I went to school to look for him, and happened to meet him talking about professional issues with two professors. For the first time, I knew that Wen Luming could also speak eloquently, even in the face of seniors who were older in age and qualifications. The whole person seemed to be glowing.

In the past few days, I saw that Wen Luming always had a kind of filter, and even wanted to confess him to a golden body, until Wen Luming shattered my fantasy with one sentence:

"The professor also has to eat, if I don't do it, you do it?"

I looked at my hands, tied the apron on Wen Luming, and said, "You should do it."

It was only after I landed that I realized what Wen Luming meant by the more north. The moment the cabin door opened, the north wind swept the dry and cold air. I just opened my mouth and let out a breath, and my eyelashes were covered with a layer of ice crystals.

Looking up, the sky is blue and bright, and the clouds are blown away by the wind, like a huge crystal glass that is within reach.I unconsciously stretched out my hand to feel the wind from the distant polar region, but just a second later, Wen Luming grabbed it and pressed it into my pocket.

He frowned at me and asked, "Where are your gloves?"

I squeezed his palm and said with a smile, "Teacher Wen is much warmer than gloves."

Wen Luming got used to my poor talk early on, so he said without changing his face: "Then you have to wear gloves."

The border town far away from the city is sparsely populated, and the house Wen Luming is looking for is in a more remote village at the foot of the mountain. It is a small villa with a red roof and white walls that looks old.Such a building in the vast snow looks like an illustration in a fairy tale book from a distance.I asked him how he found this place, and he said it was the house of a classmate when he was studying abroad for a Ph.D.

And the bearded uncle who came to pick us up in a heavy off-road vehicle was the uncle of that classmate. Wen Luming said that everyone in the village knew each other. Every New Year’s Eve, everyone gathered together to hold a bonfire party. That classmate was busy with scientific research this year and had no time to leave. , Let Wen Luming treat this place as his own home and play casually.

This is the first time for me to get close to nature so deeply. The village is backed by mountains and forests, and there is a frozen lake not far away. shine.

Wen Luming walked in front to chat with the uncle, and I followed behind trying to distinguish the uncle's accent, but in the end I couldn't understand and gave up, and focused on listening to the crunch of the snow.

The uncle sent us to the door, and said that if he needed help, he could go to the next door to find him. Wen Luming thanked him, went into the room, put the luggage away, and started to deal with the fireplace in the living room.The house seemed to be cleaned frequently, and it was so clean that it didn’t look like it had been inhabited for a long time. I took off my shoes and sat cross-legged on the carpet. The sun shone in, making my eyelids red.

"Teacher Wen knows everything." I said.As soon as the voice fell, the fireplace lit up.

Wen Luming patted the ashes on his hands and said, "Yan Qiao can't do anything."

I snorted, looked up and saw the oil painting-like scenery outside the window, and sighed unconsciously: "This place is so beautiful. Next time, bring Belle too."

After talking about something, I looked at Wen Luming and asked, "Is there a mobile phone signal here?"

"Yes, it may be unstable when the weather is bad." Wen Luming asked, "What's wrong?"

"Call my brother to check on Belle before going to bed," I replied.

Before I left, I took Belle home and asked Yan Song to take care of it for a few days. Yan Song was so angry that he said that I would just go out and play by myself and leave the cat to him, treating him as a nanny or something.But when he noticed Lu Ming's pheromone on Belle's body, he suddenly fell silent, looked at me hesitantly, and said for a while, half warning, half admonishing:

"Yan Qiao, some things are fake no matter how they look. Be careful not to trap yourself in it."

I know he's misunderstood, but I've never confused who with whom because of pheromones, and didn't bother explaining much.

When it was dark, it snowed suddenly, and the mobile phone signal became intermittent. I couldn't make a phone call with Belle as I wanted.The bearded man next door invited me and Wen Luming to his home for dinner. He roasted a whole chicken and lamb chops, and made local sweet milk tea.When I went to his house, I found a few huskies tethered in the yard. The uncle said that when the snow stopped tomorrow, he would take me to ski on the lake.

After chatting for a long time, I could barely understand his accent. At the dinner table, the uncle opened a bottle of red wine. Wen Luming was about to refuse. I took the glass and said, "Teacher Wen can't drink, give it to me."

When I was at home, I asked Wen Luming why he didn’t drink at all, and whether he was allergic to alcohol. Wen Luming shook his head and replied that it was more serious than allergies.

The uncle didn't force it anymore, and filled Wen Luming with a large cup of hot milk tea.

It was snowing heavily outside the window, and while chatting, I suddenly caught a different smell in the aroma of food and milk tea.When he turned his head, he saw Wen Luming propped his head, his eyes were distracted as if he was drunk, and he was staring straight at an unknown place in the air.

That different smell was indeed his pheromone.The uncle's family is all betas, and they also sensed something was wrong at this moment. After looking around, they noticed Wen Luming who had an unusual expression.

"Is he drunk?" The uncle and I looked at each other, "He didn't drink alcohol." Just after he finished speaking, he slapped his head, "Oops!"

I also realized something, and my eyes locked on the half cup of milk tea in front of Wen Luming.

I picked up his leftover milk tea and took a sip. In addition to the aroma of milk and tea, it was also mixed with the aroma of nuts and a subtle sweetness of liqueur.

"I forgot to add Baileys Cream to the milk tea." The uncle looked anxious, "What should I do?"

I was also worried, after all Wen Luming said it was worse than allergies. "Is there a doctor in the village?" I asked.

"Yes, yes." The uncle thought of something, and was about to get up and put on his clothes, when Wen Luming suddenly moved, stretched out his hand to stop him, and said, "No need..."

Then he grabbed my hand with such force that he lost control.

"Yan Qiao... I... have inhibitors in the suitcase..."