Flash marriage does not end well

At the age of 15, Wen Yang was admitted to high school, and went to the school by car to get the admission letter and other materials. The teacher at the registration office was sitting in the shade of a tree, sweating from the heat, and he handed him an unopened pack of wet wipes.

The female teacher laughed and looked at the tall, thin, clean and handsome boy in front of her.

"name?"

"Lin Wenyang."

"Oh, it's you!"

The female teacher's eyes lit up, and she immediately found the corresponding notification letter, and turned to introduce to her colleagues, "The one who ranks first in the city's unified examination this year."

Then I chatted with him a few words with a smile on my face.

The boy is polite, low-key, and humble, and his voice is clear and moist, like a cool spring in the hot summer, pleasant to the eyes and ears.

After saying goodbye, Wen Yang returned to the car. The driver, Uncle Shen, took his eyes away from the generous and lavish school gate of Provincial No. [-] Middle School, couldn't help talking about his playful son, and then slowly stepped on the accelerator.

Wen Yang lowered his head and glanced at the name on the admission letter.

It seems that he will no longer be overwhelmed with being called "Lin Wenyang" now.

In fact, the decision to change the name was made a few years ago, but he was not young at that time, and he had to go through a lot of procedures, and his family was still used to calling him Wen Yang, so it took him a long time to get used to it.

He didn't understand when he was a child, and he just obediently let the adults arrange it. Once in junior high school, he suddenly remembered and asked Wen Zhihan why he had to change his name.

Wen Zhihan was working with a computer in his hand at that time—it is said that he has always been so busy, but he used to work overtime in the company, but now he prefers to stay at home—after hearing his son’s question, he raised his head and joked: “ If I don't change, I'll be an alpha without omega, how pitiful."

Wen Yang probably nodded, and the reason was similar to what he speculated.

When he was nine years old, he went back to live with his aunt during the summer vacation. Originally, he only planned to stay for two weeks, but for some reason, he ended up staying for almost a month.The aunt, who was originally happy, suddenly changed her mood halfway through. She even used a lot of force to prepare the dishes every day, as if she was holding her breath.

Dad would call from time to time, and each time he would talk for a long time, but he always avoided my aunt.

Until that drizzle morning.He slept on the second floor of his aunt's house. When he got up and closed the window, he saw a car coming slowly at the end of the road from a distance, passing through the white fog and stopping at the intersection.And there were two people getting out of the car, one tall and one short.

He recognized at a glance that it was his father, and the uncle who only appeared more than half a year ago.

He raised the curtains and took a closer look, and found that the gestures of the two people seemed to be closer than before he came to my aunt.

He was so nervous that his heart was pounding, and he kept reassuring himself that it was okay, it was okay, he borrowed his uncle's mobile phone to check it a few days ago, and it didn't seem to be breaking the law.

After a while, my cousin came up to knock on the door with his clothes on, his face was slightly solemn, but he quickly covered it up, brought a bunch of snacks and toys, patted his head and said not to go downstairs for now.

So he didn't really know what happened downstairs that day. He could only vaguely hear his aunt's questioning and dissuasion from time to time, like a surging sea wave, with overwhelming momentum, and finally calmed down.

Dad and uncle stayed for almost a week, and in the morning after a week, they finally left together.

He packed up his things and went downstairs, and saw that his aunt's expression was still serious, but she had eased up a lot. She carefully put away a pile of papers scattered on the dining table, and went to make them a hot breakfast.

That pile of papers is a thick stack of agreements, summed up in one piece, if Wen Zhihan and the future take the initiative to divorce his father, all personal property will be transferred to his father, it is solemn and sincere, even the attitude of the aunt loose.

During breakfast, my cousin joked, why do I still call him uncle?

He stared blankly at Wen Zhihan, feeling that this person seemed to be different from before, but he couldn't tell.He was still in a daze, the man opened his arms, slowly pulled him into his arms, and solemnly told him, Wen Yang, I'm not your uncle, I'm your father.

Many years later, when Wen Yang thought back, he always felt that Wen Zhihan was taking advantage of him.

Wen Zhihan looked back at the computer after making a joke, but before he left, he added lightly: "Wen Yang, you belong to Lin Qiansheng and were also raised by Lin Qiansheng, so it's only natural that you have his surname. I don't care about this, and I don't care about money. As long as he can continue to accompany me."

After speaking, he glanced at the glass with ice cubes in his hand and asked, "Did you drink it yourself?"

Wen Yang looked down and saw that the half-filled cup of ice cubes had just been taken out of the refrigerator, and there was still a layer of hoarfrost. He replied, "Yes, it's too hot."

"Just drink it yourself, don't secretly give it to Lin Qian." Wen Zhihan tapped the keyboard twice with his fingers, "He has a bad stomach and is greedy for cold."

"Oh."

"Not even please."

"understood."

Wen Yang withdrew from the study, unable to figure out how the majestic and tall Wen Zhihan in his childhood impression became so verbose as he is now.

According to the habit of previous years, their family will spend about a month on vacation during the summer vacation. This year, to celebrate his admission to Provincial No. [-] Middle School, they had already planned to go to Northern Europe to see the aurora, but not long ago, Lin Qian unexpectedly received a copy Uncle Song Lin helped to introduce the invitation letter for foreign exchanges with high gold content. I thought it was hopeless.

After receiving the invitation letter, Lin Qian was so happy that she walked for several days humming a little tune, but when the specific schedule was sent, she was once entangled.If you really want to go, wait until you come back, the summer vacation is coming to an end.

In fact, Wen Yang thought nothing of it, he was not young anymore, and some friends and classmates spent the long summer together, besides, he knew that it was not easy for Lin Qian to get to where he is today. Since the first solo exhibition a few years ago was a great success, there has been almost no praise or criticism. At the same time, there is a lot of noise, if he can go to this exchange, it will undoubtedly be the greatest recognition for him.

He has been sensible since he was a child, and after earnestly expressing his attitude and thoughts, Lin Qian finally set off with confidence.

It was Wen Zhihan who drove the car on the day of sending him off to the airport.

He stood in the waiting hall, waited for Lin Qian's plane to fly into the clouds and waited for a long time before turning around and preparing to go home.

Wen Yang lazily followed behind him, and said: I thought you would buy a plane ticket and follow him.

Wen Zhihan suddenly raised his hand to hook him around the neck, and gave a serious warning: It's impolite, how can you just tease your dad casually?

Wen Yang was almost untenable by the raid, and he thought helplessly, why his father was so talkative and childish, he was not as good as the tall and handsome pilot father in his fantasy, who died heroically in the end.

In the days when Lin Qian was away, everything at home was normal on the surface.

Occasionally, when Wen Zhihan would be eating a good meal, he suddenly told him triumphantly that Lin Qian talked with him on the phone for an hour last night.

Wen Yang remained silent, wondering if he should tell him that after Lin Qiancong went there, he called him for an hour every day, and it was unshakeable.

He moved his chopsticks, picked up a shrimp for himself, and said out of nowhere: "Wen Zhihan, I think I'm much luckier than you. My father will always love me unconditionally, but you don't seem to be able to."

He knew that these words might poke Wen Zhihan's lungs, and Wen Zhihan did noticeably pause after hearing this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was very dangerous, as if he was going to rush over to beat him up at any time, but in the end he endured Stopped, threw the chopsticks lightly, and said: "So what, Lin Wenyang, you will grow up, you will fall in love, and you will meet the other person you love in your life, but I will always love Lin Qian and stay with him forever , you don't seem to be able to."

Wen Yang pursed his lips, remembering what Uncle Qin Zhu said before, that Wen Zhihan was an eloquent logic freak, and often made the board of directors speechless, blowing loudly, but at this moment he was a little skeptical , Wen Zhihan won't always rely on sophistry to get away with it, right?

He lowered his eyelashes, and said calmly: "So before I was nine years old, where were you?"

Surprisingly, this sensitive question was not avoided by Wen Zhihan. He wiped his lips with a tissue, and there was no strange expression on his face. Then he was extremely frank, from the beginning to the end, word by word, and said a very long story.

After all the steaming things on the table cooled down slowly, Wen Zhihan finally finished telling the story, tilted his head and shrugged his shoulders, and asked, "Do you have anything to say?"

Wen Yang's palate moved twice heavily, and he picked up the water glass and drank several gulps.

"Yes—you look like that, idiot."

Wen Zhihan didn't seem to be surprised, or rather, he didn't really care, but smiled softly, "I thought you just took the cup to splash me."

"It's a good idea," Wen Yang took a deep breath, "The water is getting cold, it's cheaper for you."

He stood up, the chair behind him made a screeching sound on the floor, and then sprinted back to his room.

In the evening, Lin Qian called him as usual, but he was full of resentment and didn't respond very much. He leaned barefoot on the bay window of the room, watching the shadows of the trees whirling and the stars twinkling outside the window.

Depressed, he pointed at Sang and scolded Huai with his mouth shrunken, and said in a muffled voice: "When I arrive, I will definitely not be so naive and easy to deceive like you."

Lin Qian on the other end was quiet for a few seconds, then pursed her lips and smiled: "Yes, I am really naive and easy to deceive, but fortunately, I met Wen Zhihan."

Wen Yang was so angry that he hung up the phone immediately, and threw the phone back on the bed as if venting, feeling a dull pain in his temple.

He thought, Olympiad training camp, exchange study tour, IELTS TOEFL, and even learning to swim, nothing is more meaningful than falling in love, he should not waste his life.

The consequence was that all the male and female students who had the courage to try to ask Wen Yang out that year were affected and severely rejected, so that even though the Provincial No. [-] Middle School hadn't started yet, he was already famous, and everyone rushed to tell each other, admonish each other, If you don't want to be sad, try your best to avoid lightning.

In the first half week of Lin Qian's return, Wen Zhihan's mood obviously improved a lot. He went home early every day, and even started tidying the room himself, enjoying it from the inside to the outside.

Wen Yang crossed his arms and watched indifferently as the man adjusted the position of the wedding photo. After adjusting for almost half an hour, he finally returned to the original position.

It took Wen Zhihan a long time to notice him, and regardless of past suspicions, he recruited him to help.

The photo was newly developed, and the colors were restored to brightness. Wen Zhihan raised his chin and motioned for him to look: "How is it? Does it look good?"

He carefully looked at this old wedding photo again, and had to say that now that his aesthetic view is gradually forming, he has never seen an omega more beautiful than Lin Qian, not even one.

"Wen Zhihan, it's best to accumulate virtue in this life—" He couldn't help but snort softly, "Otherwise, the next life will be very unlucky."

Wen Zhihan reached out to catch him without any politeness, rubbed his hair vigorously, and laughed angrily, "Got it!"

After finally hanging up the wedding photo, he was left to sweep the floor. While he was sweeping, Wen Zhihan rummaged through boxes and boxes and threw things out. With a "plop", five or six boxes of condoms were thrown.

"..."

The roots of his ears turned red rapidly, and his teeth could not help grinding, he stepped forward and kicked the sofa vigorously.

"Wen Zhihan, do you know how old I am?"

"Fifteen, what's wrong?"

Wen Zhihan stood up slowly, his eyes slid past his blush cheeks, and raised his eyebrows: "Don't pretend, it's not that you don't understand, remember to take it out when you take out the trash later, it's all expired. "

"Don't buy so much if you know it will expire!" Wen Yang deliberately raised his voice, trying his best to hide the young man's shyness, "It's only been a temporary two-month walk, what's the matter? It won't run out!"

And Wen Zhihan continued to look at him condescendingly, and said lightly: "Who told you that you can't use it all up."

He was choked by this thoughtless and extremely righteous answer, as if swallowing a soldering iron, his cheeks were hot, and finally he threw out a sentence viciously: "I'm annoying you to death."

After throwing away the garbage together, Wen Zhihan went to a nearby vending machine to buy two cans of carbonated drinks, iced, and the cans were covered with a thin layer of frost. Wen Yang opened the tab very cautiously. Playing a prank, he took a sip of peace of mind, followed Wen Zhihan, and walked home slowly on the path illuminated by street lamps, the evening wind blowing softly on his face.

"Hey Wen Zhihan."

"what happened?"

Wen Yang has been brewing for a long time, and countless "forget it" thoughts appeared and disappeared, and finally turned his face away, pretending to ask casually: "Why don't you want a child anymore."

According to the frequency of his bragging just now, it is a matter of course that he has eight hundred younger brothers and sisters.

"I don't want it—" Wen Zhihan replied casually, "You are not an omega, do you know how difficult it is to have a child?"

As he spoke, he continued to walk forward leisurely.

Wen Yang stopped for a while, looking at his straight and broad shoulders, his heart was surging, as if at that second, by accident, he understood Lin Qian's choice.

"Besides, having you alone is enough for me."

Wen Zhihan turned half his body back, whistled briskly, and urged him in a drawn-out tone: "Hurry up - hurry up - I have to go back and make a pick-up card -"

The 15-year-old Wen Yang blinked hard twice, pressed back the inexplicable water vapor rushing up to his eye sockets, and quickly followed, "Wen Zhihan, I've made a decision. I'm merciful. You can stand in front of me when you pick up the plane the day after tomorrow... ..."

"Ah, but Lin Qian probably won't be able to see you when I stand in front of you."

"..."

He was so angry that he ran after him.

The fog is thin and the wind is light, and the moon is setting and the stars are shining.

Another summer, quietly ended.