night.
Ling Song lay down on the bed and sent WeChat messages.
Ling Song: Wen Yuanchu doesn't want your letter, you can take it back.
Lin Qiuyi: The Little Girl Tears.jpg
Ling Song: ...
Lin Qiuyi: I don't want it anymore, let me give it to you.
Can love letters be sent to others casually
Five minutes later, another message came over there.
Lin Qiuyi: I think I can do another rescue.
Ling Song: ... Wen Yuanchu is so stupid, why can't you think about liking him
Lin Qiuyi: Good looking and good grades.
Ling Songxin said that I am also handsome, but my grades are not good.
never mind…
Lin Qiuyi: Well, I knew it would be impossible, but I really like him, since we first met him.
Ling Song: How old were you when you were in the first grade of junior high school
Lin Qiuyi: You don't understand.
You don't understand.
Your father is an old antique who has lived for four hundred years, and there is nothing he doesn't understand.
After all, others like Wen Yuanchu, so what about Wen Yuanchu
If that wood really moved his heart, what would it be like? .
Must be fun, right
laugh.
Ling Song: How about I help you.
Lin Qiuyi: ... how can you help me
Ling Song: I am close to the water, and I will help you create opportunities.
Lin Qiuyi: Really
Ling Song: Well, try it.
The girl Lin Qiuyi grew up quite beautifully, and if she took the initiative a few times, he still didn't believe that Wen Yuanchu could really sit still.
Don't watch for nothing if there is excitement.
After chatting casually for a while, Lin Qiuyi said that she was going to do her homework and didn't return.
Ling Song was bored, and harassed one by one on the WeChat list.
Everyone is busy with homework.
Finally, he clicked on the profile picture of the ginkgo leaf, and forwarded the message he sent to Wang Zide.
Lonely in the middle of the night, sleepless on a lonely pillow, come quickly to serve me in bed.
It was only after sending out that I realized who the other party was.
Quickly withdraw.
The status of the dialog box has changed to "The other party is typing".
Ling Song: ...
Wen Yuanchu: Can't sleep
Ling Song: No, I've already gone to bed.
Wen Yuanchu: Do you want to go out for supper? I treat you.
Wen Yuanchu: BBQ, hot pot, Malatang, crayfish, you choose one.
Ling Song: BBQ!
Ling Song went downstairs in the dark, and Wen Yuanchu was waiting for him outside his house.
The man was holding the bicycle, and he was not wearing a school uniform, but changed into a simple sweater and jeans.
Ling Song stared at him for a few seconds.
I have to admit, that girl Lin Qiuyi does have vision.
"Look at what?"
Ling Song turned his eyes: "I see you are handsome, hurry up, where shall we go to eat the one you mentioned, barbecue."
Wen Yuanchu raised his chin: "Get in the car."
On his mountain bike, the fenders, which were so cool, were replaced by rear seats.
Ling Song stretched out his hand and moved his butt over carefully.
"Hold my waist." Wen Yuanchu reminded in a deep voice.
Ling Song raised his hands and grabbed the sides of his clothes.
Wen Yuanchu took his hand and put it around his waist.
"Hurry up, you won't be responsible if you fall."
Ling Song didn't have time to say the words of protest, and the car was already driving away.
With the wind whistling in his ears, Ling Song subconsciously closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them.
He hugged Wen Yuanchu's waist tightly, his face almost pressed against his back.
"Can't you ride slower?"
Wen Yuanchu ignored him.
half an hour later.
The car was parked on a street outside the seaside night market.
Ling Song jumped out of the car, rubbed his sore buttocks, and glared at Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu locked the car, raised his hand and patted his waist: "Let's go."
After eight o'clock in the evening.
It was the busiest time for the seaside night market in Haicheng.
Autumn has just entered, the weather is still very hot, and the night market is full of people who come to eat supper.
All kinds of scents floated all the way.
Wen Yuanchu led Ling Song to one of the most famous barbecue stalls.
Ling Song sat down, and when Wen Yuanchu was ordering, he rested his chin on the table and sighed: "The life of the people here is more comfortable than that of the emperor."
Wen Yuanchu glanced at him: "Sit up, dirty."
Ling Song sat up straight silently.
... Can this person learn less from the dead ghost regent
It was only in the afternoon that I praised him for coming.
The barbecue was served soon, Ling Song picked up his mobile phone to take a picture, and sent it to the friends group.
No one paid attention to him before, but now they all jumped out and accused him of poisoning late at night.
Ling Song proudly replied: Wen Yuanchu invited me to eat.
Others: It turned out to be a show of affection, sorry to bother you.
Ling Song was too lazy to talk nonsense with this group of rambunctious thugs, blacked out the phone screen, rolled up his sleeves, and ate.
A mouthful of barbecue and a mouthful of Coke, happy and hearty.
Wen Yuanchu handed him a tissue.
"Is it tasty?"
Ling Song gave a thumbs up: "It's delicious!"
He beamed.
Under the city lights, that smiling face was full of life.
Wen Yuanchu took a sip of the lemon tea to suppress the swelling emotions in his heart.
After supper, Ling Song said that he wanted to go to the beach to have a look.
They walked down the beach by the sea.
Ling Song kicked off his shoes and stepped on the soft sand, thinking it was very fun.
Wen Yuanchu stood by and looked at him.
Ling Song raised his eyes, and was stunned when he met Wen Yuanchu's eyes looking at him.
He went to Wen Yuanchu's side: "Hello, Wen Yuanchu."
Wen Yuanchu still looked at him silently.
"Why don't you like to talk and communicate with others?"
"Aren't you bored like this?"
"Teacher Ma said that you are too withdrawn and out of gregarious."
Wen Yuanchu: "I don't talk to you much?"
"… except me."
Wen Yuanchu lowered his voice: "There is nothing to talk about with other people."
"Why?"
"There is no common thread."
…Obviously, I and you often talk nonchalantly.
Ling Song thought for a while and said, "I knew someone before who looked very similar to you."
Wen Yuanchu quietly listened to him.
"That person is also very powerful. He is good at everything, and he is very capable."
"But I hate him."
"He is very fierce, more boring than you, and has a grudge against me."
"... Actually, at the beginning, I admired him quite a bit."
In the last sentence, Ling Song's voice gradually lowered, hidden in the sound of the crashing and rolling waves, making it difficult to distinguish clearly.
Wen Yuanchu's throat rolled.
"Is it really that annoying?"
Ling Song nodded and shook his head.
"Forget it, what's the point of saying this."
For four hundred years, the bones and ashes of the dead ghosts have been turned into slag.
"Anyway, I won't see you again in the future."
"Never again."
Wen Yuanchu's lips moved, but he didn't say anything after all.
They sat down on the rocks by the sea.
Ling Song sat cross-legged, holding the milk tea that Wen Yuanchu had just bought in his hand.
He prefers to drink this than Coke.
With the straw in his mouth, he raised his eyes several times to look at the people around him.
Wen Yuanchu looked at the dark and boundless sea in front of him, holding a can of beer in his hand, and took a sip from time to time.
There seemed to be many complex emotions in his expression that Ling Song couldn't understand.
Ling Song was inexplicably uncomfortable.
He bumped Wen Yuanchu's arm: "what are you thinking?"
After a while of silence, Wen Yuanchu said, "Alone."
"one person?"
"Um."
"Who is it?"
This appearance, could it be lovesickness
Isn't Lin Qiuyi completely out of play
"A person who always makes me feel uncomfortable and feels wrong in everything I do."
Ling Song didn't understand: "Why?"
"I don't know either. What I think I do seems to be wrong in his eyes."
Wen Yuanchu's eyes dimmed: "He doesn't believe me at all."
Ling Song clicked his tongue: "This is your problem, who told you to be so bored, you can donate your mouth if you don't need it."
"Well," Wen Yuanchu nodded, "I'll change it."
Ling Song still wanted to gossip.
He approached with a smile and asked, "Hey, the person you mentioned is actually the one you like, right? Which girl has such a big face that you can miss her so much?"
Wen Yuanchu turned his gaze to him and stopped.
Ling Song's heart skipped a beat.
"What are you staring at me for?"
"You look handsome." Wen Yuanchu said this expressionlessly, and looked away.
Ling Song choked.
Why learn to speak from him
You say this seriously, it's not funny at all, okay
"Tell me, which girl is it, do I know it?"
Wen Yuanchu asked, "Why do you want to know?"
"Can't you be curious?"
If she is more beautiful than Lin Qiuyi, then forget it.
If it is not as good as Lin Qiuyi, it is because this person has bad eyesight.
He saves people from fire and water.
Wen Yuanchu replied indifferently: "No."
Ling Song: "...Why are you like this? Let's talk about it as good brothers?"
"I'm not a good brother to you."
Ling Song got angry.
You don't have to be so straightforward when you look down on him, right
"It's no wonder that you have no friends, and it's why the person you like doesn't like you."
Wen Yuanchu opened his mouth, wanting to explain.
Ling Song ignored him and went to play with his phone with his head down.
He seems to have said something wrong again.
I just said to change it...
Ling Song clicked on WeChat and received a message from his brother.
Ling Jie: Did you go out? Why is the door open in the middle of the night and no one is there
Ling Song: Wen Yuanchu and I had supper outside.
Ling Jie: It's late, come back early.
Ling Song shook the phone and stood up: "Let's go, my brother told me to go back."
When getting into the car, Wen Yuanchu asked in a low voice: "Are... are you angry? Because I didn't tell you who it was?"
Ling Song was at a loss for words.
Wen Yuanchu's cautious tone, why is he so unaccustomed to it...
He waved his hand generously: "Forget it, I just asked casually, let's go back."
Same as when he came here, Ling Song was still sitting on the back seat of Wen Yuanchu's bicycle, hugging his waist.
This time Wen Yuanchu rode very slowly, wandering back along the coastline.
The sticky and humid sea breeze comes slowly with the sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus trees on the roadside.
Ling Song hummed the tune, which was the one he had heard in his previous life.
On his birthday that time, the regent played in public to celebrate his birthday.
For some reason, he always remembered that tune.
Wen Yuanchu's eyelashes trembled slightly.
Ling Song, who didn't call the back seat, saw the sadness and joy hidden in his eyes.
It was almost eleven o'clock when I got home.
Ling Song got off the car, yawned and waved to Wen Yuanchu: "I'm going back."
Wen Yuanchu reminded him: "Go to bed early, I will come back half an hour late tomorrow morning."
"Know it."
annoying.
Wen Yuanchu lowered his eyes as he watched Ling Song enter until the gate of the villa was closed.
On the thirteenth day after he came back, he said he hated it, but he remembered the pieces I played.
Not happy, but happy.