At nine o'clock, the bonfire was put out, and everyone went back to their tents.
I have to get up at four o'clock tomorrow morning to watch the sunrise on the top of Meifeng, and I have to go to bed early tonight.
Ling Song squatted outside the tent with a lollipop in his mouth, staring at Wen Yuanchu who was coming in and out.
When Wen Yuanchu went to the stream to wash and came back, he frowned and reminded him: "What time is it, don't eat candy, hurry up and brush your teeth."
Holding the lollipop with the last circle left in his hand, Ling Song smiled at him: "It's creamy, so sweet, do you want to try it?"
The disgust in Wen Yuanchu's eyes was obvious.
Ling Song saw it, he was a little embarrassed, turned his eyes away, and muttered in a low voice: "If you don't eat, then don't eat it, if you don't eat it, you will fall, I will eat it myself."
After finishing speaking, he chewed the last bite of candy and swallowed it.
Wen Yuanchu squatted down suddenly, raised his hands to pinch both sides of his cheeks: "Open your mouth."
Ling Song was taken aback, and was persuaded by Wen Yuanchu's impatient eyes, and opened his mouth hesitantly.
Wen Yuanchu squeezed his chin and leaned over to look around, and said, "If you eat any more, your teeth will get decayed, and filling your teeth will hurt you to death."
Ling Song patted his hand away: "You are talking nonsense, my teeth are very good, don't curse me."
Wen Yuanchu ignored him and went into the tent.
Ling Song followed.
When Wen Yuanchu made the bed, he made trouble on the sidelines.
"Yuanchu, Yuanchu father, you are acting weird tonight, why did you ignore me just now?"
Wen Yuanchu stopped and said in a muffled voice, "No."
Ling Song didn't believe it: "Yes, I can see it. Don't deny it. After I finish telling that ghost story, you ignore me."
"Could you be scared by my story, haha...ha..."
Stared at by Wen Yuanchu's cold eyes, Ling Song shut up angrily and turned around.
Wen Yuanchu ignored him, and he didn't want to talk to Wen Yuanchu anymore.
He is not happy yet.
After a while of silence, Wen Yuanchu's hesitant voice sounded from behind: "Ling Song,... are you angry?"
Ling Song was silent.
After a while, a lollipop was delivered to him: "This is for you, I apologize to you, but I will eat it tomorrow."
Ling Song immediately snatched the candy, stuffed it in his pocket, turned around with a smile and waved his hands: "I'm not such a stingy person, Yuanchu's father is awkward, I know it."
Wen Yuanchu: "..."
He didn't reply and continued to make the bed.
Ling Song: "Hey, are you ignoring me again?"
He kept moving closer to Wen Yuanchu: "Speak, talk, talk."
Ling Song stuck too close, and his breath was full of that sweet and creamy smell.
Wen Yuanchu rolled his throat, frowned and reminded him again: "Go wash your face and brush your teeth before going to sleep."
Ling Song wrinkled his face: "I can't sleep, I'm hungry."
He kept eating snacks, but those things were not very filling.
Wen Yuanchu frowned even more when he heard the words: "How did I persuade you before, you swore that you would not be hungry at night and would not trouble others, what about now?"
Ling Song was dejected: "I made a mistake with Yuanchu's father...but I'm really hungry."
"Do you dare to skip the main meal next time and eat snacks as meals?"
"Don't dare, don't dare again."
Ling Song is obedient and educated, with a sincere attitude of admitting his mistakes.
He didn't mind at all that the old father Wen Yuanchu took care of him.
Compared with the dead ghost regent who also loves to control him in everything, at least Wen Yuanchu is much more gentle and easy to talk, which makes him feel at ease.
Wen Yuanchu didn't bother to talk about him anymore, so he dug out the self-heating rice that he hadn't eaten earlier, and helped him heat it up.
Ling Song hugged the lunch box and devoured it hungrily.
After eating in a storm, he went outside to the stream to wash and came back, yelling "It's so cold, so cold", took off his coat, took off his shoes and socks, and burrowed directly into Wen Yuanchu's bed.
Wen Yuanchu ignored him, put his hands behind his head, and looked at the night outside the transparent plastic roof of the tent.
Ling Song rolled around in the quilt a few times, clinging to the heat source around him, finally warmed up, and began to find nothing to say: "Wen Yuanchu, what are you looking at?"
He followed Wen Yuanchu's line of sight to see that there were neither stars nor moon, only a dark night sky, and he didn't know what to see.
He didn't hear Wen Yuanchu's answer, so he stretched out his hand to poke Wen Yuanchu's waist again: "Speak."
"Ling Song."
"What?"
Wen Yuanchu called his name, but stopped talking, still staring at the night sky above his head without blinking.
Ling Song was inexplicable: "Don't pretend to be melancholy, just say what you have to say, I hate half-spoken words the most."
Wen Yuanchu turned his gaze to him and stopped.
Ling Song was taken aback.
The light in the tent was dim, and Ling Song only felt that the eyes staring at him were like a deep pool, and there seemed to be something hidden under the calm surface that he couldn't understand.
He couldn't bear such an ambiguous atmosphere.
He rushed forward and pinched Wen Yuanchu's face hard, deliberately making trouble with him: "Speak and talk, your mouth can also talk besides eating."
Wen Yuanchu grabbed both of his hands, rolled over and pushed him under him.
Ling Song kicked him, but he completely suppressed him.
"You let go..."
Ling Song's voice gradually dropped.
The way Wen Yuanchu stared at him made his heart tremble inexplicably.
How is this man...
They looked at each other silently, so close that they could almost feel each other's breathing, and the sound of their heartbeats continued to amplify in the limited space.
Ling Song felt that his whole body seemed to be hot, and the chest that was pressed against Wen Yuanchu was even hotter.
This is abnormal, very abnormal.
"you… "
Ling Song spoke cautiously, trying to say something to ease the atmosphere.
Wen Yuanchu's tense body suddenly loosened, and he turned and fell back on the pillow.
Ling Song is very inexplicable, what exactly do you mean
After a long time, he heard the person next to the pillow speak calmly: "It's nothing, go to bed early, I have to wake up very early tomorrow."
Ling Song wanted to say a few more words, but when he thought of Wen Yuanchu's look at him just now and his unusual reaction, he hesitated again.
Turn around, turn your back to Wen Yuanchu, not daring to provoke him again.
Wen Yuanchu's breathing gradually became steady.
Ling Song, who had just had a full meal, couldn't fall asleep. This was the first time he was lying on the same bunk with someone, and this person was Wen Yuanchu.
As long as he thought of Wen Yuanchu's Wen Che-like face, he would feel an inexplicable strange feeling in his heart.
Forcing himself to close his eyes, Ling Song reminded himself over and over in his heart.
Wen Yuanchu is not Wen Che, and cannot be confused.
Wen Yuanchu is his good father and good friend.
Wen Che is his enemy.
The shadows of the two people kept alternating and separating in their minds.
Ling Song's eyelids started to fight.
It's better than Wen Yuanchu.
With this thought in mind, he gradually fell into sleep in a daze.
Until Ling Song fell asleep completely, Wen Yuanchu slowly opened his eyes in the dark.
Carefully embrace those around you.
On the ninetieth day after he came back, he still remembered the past... It was all my fault.
If never talking will keep him happy, then don't.
But I'm not happy.