Wen Yuanchu handed in the paper half an hour earlier.
Ling Song sat in a daze by the flower bed outside the school in the examination room, and Wen Yuanchu walked up to him, but he didn't notice.
"Ling Song."
Wen Yuanchu called him lightly.
Hearing Wen Yuanchu's voice, Ling Song's eyes moved, and he slowly came back to his senses, and looked up.
"You, you finished the exam..."
Ling Song glanced at his watch, and there were still more than 20 minutes before the end of the exam: "Why did you come out, did you hand in the paper early?"
"Um."
Wen Yuanchu didn't say that he was absent-minded all the time in the examination room, and what repeatedly appeared in his mind was Ling Song's expression as if he was about to cry when he stood outside the examination room and waved to him.
He couldn't calm down. He was a mess in the exam, so he handed in the paper ahead of time.
Ling Song let out an "oh" and stopped talking.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him, and asked late, "Ling Song, what's wrong with you?"
"...It's nothing," Ling Song stood up, with a forced smile on his face, "The exam is over, let's go back."
Wen Yuanchu suddenly grabbed his wrist while walking forward.
Ling Song frowned subconsciously.
"What happened to you?"
"Go back," Ling Song didn't look at him, and lowered his voice, "I'm tired, shall we go back?"
Wen Yuanchu let him go and didn't say anything.
They didn't ask the driver at home to pick them up, and they took the subway back by themselves.
On the subway, Wen Yuanchu took Ling Song's hand and clasped it lightly.
Ling Song struggled subconsciously, and grabbed Wen Yuanchu back.
No one spoke anymore, just sitting side by side in silence.
On the opposite car window, two equally dull faces were reflected.
Ling Song looked away, unwilling to look again.
Before entering the house, Wen Yuanchu called Ling Song again, hesitantly asked him: "Tonight, do you still have to make up lessons?"
Ling Song lowered his head and muttered softly: "Whatever."
"I see that you made a lot of mistakes in the biology homework you wrote yesterday. I have summed up some of the required questions for you in biology. Let me talk to you in the evening. It doesn't take too long, two hours is enough. You can go back Go home and have dinner first, I will come over at seven o'clock."
Ling Song couldn't feel it when he heard it, and he couldn't say the words of refusal, so he nodded: "Okay."
"See you that night."
Wen Yuanchu watched Ling Song enter the house, feeling uneasy.
... What happened to Ling Song
Ling Song went back to his room and found the photo album that Wen's mother gave him before.
He turned over page by page, trying to find some clues in Wen Yuanchu's photos from childhood to adulthood.
Wen Yuanchu in the photos mostly had a straight face and a serious expression.
Like that person, but not like that person.
Mother Wen said before that he had been this sexual since he was a child, and he matured earlier than his peers.
Other students also said that Wen Yuanchu is the flower of Gaoling, and it is not easy to get close to.
Even his elder brother Ling Jie said similar things.
Ling Song always thought that Wen Yuanchu was like this, cool guys who don't like to talk are not uncommon, and he had never suspected it before.
Ling Song didn't dare to think about it any further.
Impossible, he consoled himself.
Although Wen Yuanchu doesn't like to talk, he is gentle and considerate, he can help others and praise others, which is completely different from that person.
… There is absolutely no way they are the same person.
Ling Song fell into the bed, staring at the ceiling above his head in a daze.
After a long time, he raised his hand and slapped himself on the face.
Don't doubt Wen Yuanchu, no.
Wen Yuanchu came over on time at seven o'clock in the evening, and brought a notebook, which was the compulsory biology exam questions for the college entrance examination that he spent more than an hour summing up after returning home from the competition tutoring class last night.
They are all summed up according to Ling Song's thinking habits, which are more useful than those tutorial books sold outside.
Ling Song turned it over in his hand, feeling more complicated.
"You have a competition exam today, and you stayed up late last night to help me make this? It's not urgent, can't it be the same today or tomorrow?"
Wen Yuanchu said lightly: "I want to take advantage of the time tonight to talk to you, otherwise it will have to be postponed until next week, this month's monthly exam."
Ling Song was speechless immediately: "...Thank you."
Wen Yuanchu didn't say anything more.
He picked up the pen, asked one question after another, and explained it to Ling Song seriously.
Before nine o'clock, Wen Yuanchu really finished all that should be said.
Without continuing, he closed his notebook and said, "Go to bed early, there will be a morning meeting tomorrow morning, I'm going back."
Standing up, Ling Song suddenly grabbed his hand.
The body was one step faster than the brain, Ling Song stuck up and hugged Wen Yuanchu's waist.
Wen Yuanchu hugged him back, lifted him up, switched positions, and sat in the chair with Ling Song in his arms.
Wen Yuanchu kissed him in a hurry.
Ling Song opened his lips and responded instinctively.
Wen Yuanchu's breath made Ling Song restless all afternoon, and his mood gradually calmed down.
Kissing again and again, blending lips and teeth, comforting each other in the most intimate way.
Finally, Ling Song rested his forehead on Wen Yuanchu's shoulder, gasping for breath, unable to say a word.
Wen Yuanchu turned his head and kept pecking and kissing his cheek.
Ling Song chuckled, hooked his fingers on the button of his shirt, and said, "Wen Yuanchu, if you do this again, I won't let you go."
"what ever."
Ling Song's eyeballs rolled, thinking about it or forget it, he didn't dare because there were so many people in his family.
Wen Yuanchu still went back.
Ling Song's mood improved a lot, he picked up the phone and sent Wen Yan a WeChat message after hesitating.
Ling Song: Brother Yan, can you take a picture of all the content about the regent on your family tree and show it to me
Wen Yan: Are you very interested in him
Ling Song: I'm curious. I want to study archaeology. I should have more knowledge.
Wen Yan: If you are interested, just tell me, I happened to shoot it before.
A few photos were sent over there soon.
The Wen family has gone through more than 600 years, and there have been many celebrities, and Wen Che is one of them who is particularly outstanding. There are very detailed records about his life in the genealogy.
The general content is almost the same as what Ling Song knows, and the historical materials he has read since he came here.
It's just that this Wen family tree contains some details that the world doesn't know.
For example Wen Che's words.
Another example is that Wen Che's body was not exposed in the wilderness after his death. It was his loyal servant who collected his body, but he was not buried in the Wen family's ancestral grave. The Wen family's descendants did not know where he was buried.
Ling Song was stunned for a moment, with an indescribable sigh in his heart.
He sent another one back to Wen Yan.
Ling Song: Why is it not recorded in other places, but there is still a word for Regent
Wen Yan: What's so strange about this? If the word came after he became the regent, who would dare to shout it? I'm afraid few people know about it at all, so it hasn't been handed down.
is that so
But indeed, everyone at that time, including himself, the emperor, called him the regent.
He dared not speak out against that person, and only dared to call him by his name when he complained in his heart.
But he never knew that Wen Che's character was Yuanchu.
Yuanchu, Yuanchu... What exactly does this word mean, and why did he have such a word
Wen Yuanchu's WeChat message came in.
Wen Yuanchu: Are you still sleeping? I see why the light in your room is still on? go to bed early.
Ling Song restrained himself and replied: I can't sleep.
Wen Yuanchu: If you can’t fall asleep, lie down and turn off the lights, close your eyes and don’t play with your phone, and you will fall asleep soon.
A sudden impulse surged up in Ling Song's heart: I'll go to your house, wait for me.
Before Wen Yuanchu came back, he put away his phone and jumped up from his chair excitedly.
I quickly took a shower, put on my pajamas, and tiptoed out.
As expected, Wen Yuanchu was waiting for him at the door of the house. As soon as he passed by, he hugged him into his arms.
I hugged for a while in the dark at the entrance.
Ling Song gently pushed Wen Yuanchu's arm: "Go upstairs."
They held hands and ran upstairs with light steps. As soon as the door was closed, Wen Yuanchu picked up Ling Song by holding Ling Song's legs in front of him like a child. He staggered a few steps to the side of the bed, and both of them fell into the bed.
Ling Song giggled and hugged Wen Yuanchu's head, before he had time to say anything, Wen Yuanchu's overwhelming kisses had already fallen.
A sticky kiss, tossing and turning.
We broke up when we couldn't breathe.
Ling Song put his hands around Wen Yuanchu's neck, and smiled smugly against him.
Wen Yuanchu kissed the corners of his lips, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you running here again? Can't sleep?"
"You don't like me coming here?" Ling Song was confident, and deliberately rubbed his legs against his.
Obviously he can't move the real thing, but he just likes to tease Wen Yuanchu like this.
Wen Yuanchu grabbed the leg that was rubbing against him more and more, squeezed his calf lightly, and pushed him down: "Hurry up and go to bed, you have to go to school tomorrow."
Ling Songbuyi: "What's the hurry? It's only after nine o'clock, how can I sleep? When it's dark, you should do something that can only be done when it's dark."
Wen Yuanchu pretended not to understand his hint, and reminded him: "There will be a morning meeting early tomorrow morning, even if you don't run in the morning, you have to get up early."
Ling Song didn't take his unsightly words seriously, pressed it to his ear, and exhaled ambiguously: "Then let's hurry up, half an hour is enough."
Half an hour is really enough.
Wen Yuanchu was still hesitating, Ling Song didn't give him a chance to think, pulled him down, and gave him his upper lip again.
The heat around him continued to rise, Wen Yuanchu rubbed the back of Ling Song's neck with his hand, and pressed it hard, turning his back on the guest.
The kisses also became more wanton and passionate.
After that, the first two went to the bathroom to take a shower again.
After lying back on the bed, Ling Song stretched out his toes to hook Wen Yuanchu who came over to blow-dry his hair, and harassed him in different ways, which was not honest at all.
Wen Yuanchu thought Ling Song was a bit strange.
In the afternoon, I was depressed and refused to talk, but now I am very excited.
But hesitated again and again, did not ask the exit.
Helped Ling Song dry his hair, and slapped his butt for the last time: "Hurry up and go to bed, don't make trouble anymore."
Lying in bed, Wen Yuanchu turned on the bedside lamp.
Ling Song leaned against him and hugged his arm, calling his name in a low voice: "Wen Yuanchu..."
"Um?"
"... It's nothing, I'm just calling you."
"Sleep, I'll call you tomorrow morning."
Ling Song nodded. Only by Wen Yuanchu's side could he be less cranky.
I finally closed my eyes with peace of mind.
When he gradually fell asleep, Wen Yuanchu carefully changed his position and hugged him into his arms.
Quietly heaved a sigh of relief.
The next morning, before Wen Yuanchu called, Ling Song got up at half past five.
Kissed Wen Yuanchu hard on the face, and said "I'm going back" to him, and he walked out of the room like a thief, ready to sneak back home.
His brother would get up at six o'clock every day, if he went back later, he might be caught again.
But unfortunately, when they went downstairs, they ran into Wen Yuanchu's parents.
Seeing Ling Song coming down the stairs, Mother Wen didn't seem surprised at all, and asked him with a smile: "Did Xiao Song sleep in Yuanchu's room last night? Why did you get up so early? It's still early."
Ling Song was so embarrassed that he had nowhere to put his hands and feet, and sneered: "Auntie, you guys also got up so early?"
Mother Wen said casually, "no way, your uncle is going on a business trip today to catch a plane."
After saying a few words, Ling Song hurriedly left, and when he went out, he suddenly asked Mother Wen again: "Auntie, did Uncle give Wen Yuanchu the name?"
"You mean the name Yuanchu? Where? He chose it himself."
Ling Song was stunned: "His own?"
"Yeah, he was born abroad at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. We didn't bring him back to the country until he was over a year old. The name was taken at that time. At that time, neither your uncle nor I could think of a good name, so we just took that kind of literacy card. Let him pick it for himself, and in the end, his name was picked out at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty."
Mother Wen laughed while talking: "Don't tell me, he was so funny and serious at the time, it didn't seem like he picked up two cards at random, but he picked out the card from the pile of cards seriously. Two pieces, I told your uncle that this poor boy at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty probably didn't drink Mengpo soup when he was reincarnated."
The speaker was unintentional, but the one who heard it was stunned on the spot.
It took a long time for Ling Song to recover his voice: "... Are these two words really picked out by himself?"
Mother Wen recalled the past with a smile, but she didn't find anything wrong with Ling Song, she nodded and said, "That's right, he grew up a little later, and once I asked him specifically if he knew that he chose his name by himself. Say you know, and it’s good to tell me these two words.”
Ling Song didn't know how he got home.
His mind was blank, and he didn't even have the ability to think.
Wen Yuanchu said that his father gave him his name, but his mother said that he, who was only one year old, chose those two words himself.
Wen Yuanchu lied to him.
At 6:15, Wen Yuanchu sent a message saying to wait at his door and asked him to go out after breakfast.
Ling Song walked to the window and took a look out. Wen Yuanchu was pushing his bicycle, and it was indeed at his door.
He held the phone and squeezed it subconsciously.
Ling Song: I'm not feeling well. I'm going to school by car at home. You should go first.
Wen Yuanchu: What's wrong? Are you sick
Ling Song: No, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night, and I don't want to ride a bicycle anymore, so you can go first.
Wen Yuanchu: If you are really uncomfortable, just ask for a day off.
Ling Song: No need.
Wen Yuanchu still stayed where he was, as if hesitating.
Ling Song closed his eyes.
He was momentarily dazed, then tinged with angry fear.
Wen Yuanchu lied to him.
If Wen Yuanchu is really that person,... what should he do
Wen Yuan, who was about to leave, seemed to be aware of it at the beginning, and looked up in the direction of the window.
Ling Song dodged and hid behind a wall.
After waiting for a while, I looked again, but there was no one there.
He closed the window hard.