Forbidden color

Naturally, the car rented by the school was not air-conditioned. Wen Sitian happened to be sitting on a seat exposed to direct sunlight, and was smothered by the smell of sweat and gasoline all the way. When he got out of the car, he almost staggered and fell into the exhaust.

He was dazzled by this damn bus, and naturally he performed mediocre in the exam. He didn't hear a part of the last part of his hearing, and his brain felt like boiling water. He was very depressed, thinking of Wen Sirin telling him not to squat. I was crying outside the classroom, so I decided to endure it for a while, and then cry when I threw myself into my brother's arms.

Although he didn't expect to be able to turn decay into magic in a few months, he still had a little bit of hope that he could perform exceptionally once and stick his shiny IELTS score on his forehead, so that Wen Sirin would have no reason not to let him follow him. .

The bus drove all the way from the test center back to the school gate. The students who had just racked their brains in the test room were almost steamed, and escaped wet from the pot, and rushed back to the dormitory to take a shower.

Wen Sitian was so hot that he felt sick, and his limbs had no strength. He wanted to go home to rest, and remembered that Wen Sirin said that he was going to the laboratory today, so he wanted to go home with his brother.

"Xiao Tiantian, are you looking for your brother?"

Wen Sitian was poking around at the door of the office when Chen Guangyue, who appeared out of nowhere, spotted him and grabbed his face from behind. This was a rare opportunity. Wen Silin was not in front of him, otherwise he would not have allowed himself to grab Wen Sitian .

"Well, where's my brother?" Wen Sitian was uncomfortable, his legs were a little weak, he was pulled and shook twice, he guessed that he was motion sick, so he managed to cheer up and talk to Chen Guangyue.

"I got a call and went out. You can wait here." Chen Guangyue saw that he was so hot that strands of hair were stained on his forehead, so he wanted to treat him to a cold drink. "Brother, I'll buy you ice cream and some chocolate." Is it good?"

"No need..." Wen Sitian hurriedly refused, "I don't..."

"Eat, eat, eat, what are you embarrassed about, brother, I was going to buy Coke, your brother has been working overtime like crazy recently, and he has to write a paper, he drank up all my Red Bull, sooner or later he will be like Lao Yang The same thank you...I know what you like to eat, and your brother keeps talking about it all day." After the senior brother finished speaking, before he could refuse, he stuffed his wallet into his big pants, and ran down the stairs with his flip flops.

"Thank you, brother..." Wen Sitian only had time to thank him weakly, and Chen Guangyue ran faster than wild dogs.

He was sitting bored in the office, with his chin resting on the window sill. The sun was scorching outside, and the plants on the ground were all crookedly refracted. It was very irritating to look at. He lay limply on his stomach, suspecting that he had suffered from heat stroke.

This taste was very uncomfortable, and as soon as the thought of heatstroke came up, he began to feel uncomfortable all over his body, feeling weak, a little nauseous, and even had hallucinations. He saw two Wen Sirin walking towards the laboratory building from a distance.

It's not right, the other one is a little shorter, thinner, and more bookish, but the clothes he wears are very similar to Wen Sirin's, which is really disgusting, I haven't had a chance to wear couple clothes with my brother yet.

But now he doesn't have the energy to jump up and rush out to strip off that person's blue shirt and throw it on the ground and step on it. Maybe he will be stepped on by the other person instead. Don't look at Yan Qingren who is rather bookish. He has also practiced Taekwondo for two years. It is not a problem for Wen Sitian to hang up and fight.

Wen Sitian thought that he was probably really sick, and his body felt chills intermittently.

Seeing Wen Sirin and Yan Qing approaching, he panicked inexplicably. Regardless of his weakness, he forced himself to run out of the office and slipped down the fire escape stairs like a thief.

The sun outside was still bright, and it seemed like a demon mirror was about to suck out Wen Sitian's three souls and six souls. His eyes were darkened, and he was a little afraid that he would really die suddenly in public. On the covered steps.

The cicadas began to sing loudly, buzzing in his ears, and his mind was in chaos.

Yan Qing suddenly appeared like this, found Wen Sirin as soon as he came back, and walked beside him carelessly.Yan Qing is the only son in the family. His father abandoned politics and went into business. His mother is a college teacher. The family has a small amount of property. He was raised by pearls and emeralds. The whole body is full of noble temperament, if it is not for Wen Sitian's rival in love, he can't help but sigh that the beautiful couple is natural, and he does not know how much better than himself who is like a rabbit.

As long as they chatted for a while, they would find out what he was doing on the phone. He suddenly became agitated, and he did a bad thing that must be exposed on the spur of the moment. It was simply utterly stupid.

Wen Sirin was always thinking of getting rid of him, why did he personally send the flaw to him?

He was in a dizzy state, and an extreme annoyance with himself rushed to the top of his head, almost wanting to beat himself up.

Maybe when he got home soon, Wen Sirin would throw the phone in front of him, scold him for being evil, and tell him to go back to his hometown and accept the supervision of his uncle.

He stared at the steep steps, cold sweat dripping down his spine.

Mixed with the smell of oily smoke wafting out from the windows of each house, and the crimson clouds gradually appeared in the sky, Wen Sitian walked slowly from the gate of the community to the downstairs, and began to climb the stairs with a limp, he was leaning against the wall, like a Like a gecko, along the way, he had to listen for Yan Qing's voice from the other side of the concrete wall.

A feeling of nausea surged up, he swallowed his throat reluctantly, and with his last breath, he crawled to the door of the house. He hesitated, holding the key tightly in his hand, and was tremblingly hesitating whether to open the door, when the door suddenly It opened from the inside with a whoosh, followed by Chen Guangyue who was pushed out and a burst of yelling.

"...It's not for you, spit it out for me! I want to feed the bunny too!...Eh? Tiantian?" When Chen Guangyue saw Wen Sitian, he immediately put away his fangs and claws, showing a kind smile, Said, "Where did you go this afternoon? I... Ouch!"

Before he finished speaking, a hand fell from the sky and pushed him out. Wen Sirin stretched out half of his body, grabbed Wen Sitian accurately and pulled him home, and said casually: "Senior brother, go slowly." Then shut Chen Guangyue at the door.

Chen Guangyue made a noise at the door for half a minute, seeing that no one wanted to come out and invite him in again, so he had to leave in grief and indignation.

After Wen Sirin pulled him into the house, she hurriedly turned around and walked towards the kitchen, saying, "Chen Guangyue bought you something to eat on the table." His voice came from the kitchen across the wall, and there was no emotion.

Is my brother angry?He must have known what he was up to... He didn't even want to look at himself...

Wen Sitian slowly moved into the kitchen. There was a steaming pumpkin cup and a pack of miscellaneous snacks on the table. Only a pack of potato chips was unpacked. Next to it was an exquisitely shaped cake box with his favorite cake printed on it. The logo of the restaurant I love to eat.

"...But the little rabbit is domesticated, can I let him feed it as he pleases?" Wen Sirin cut the bamboo shoots in a "scratch" manner, muttering in a low voice without raising his head, and then said, "If you are hungry, eat it first." Eat a little, there is only one dish left."

He couldn't hear Wen Sitian's voice for a long time, he turned his head and glanced, teasingly said: "It's fine if you don't want to eat cakes, but your brother Guangyue patted his chest to assure that the one he bought must be more to your liking than mine."

"...I love yours!" Wen Sitian said hastily, reaching out to untie the ribbon on the cake box, his fingers were soft, and he wrestled tremblingly with that dead button.

Wen Sirin didn't look back, the corners of his mouth slightly bent, and said casually: "Then finish eating, dinner will wait for a while."

After the shredded bamboo shoots were soaked in water, he started to adjust the cold sauce, except for the clinking of bowls and chopsticks, there was only the faint sound of Wen Sitian swallowing the cake.

The cake was as sweet and greasy as usual, and Wen Sitian swallowed it desperately down the esophagus, but there was always a sour feeling slowly rising in his stomach, trying to push out all the food that came in from his throat.

He is so uncomfortable...

But... what Wen Sirin told him to finish eating... was all from Wen Sirin's wishes...

He took another bite with difficulty, stuffing his mouth full, trying to swallow the desire to vomit together.

He... he couldn't hold on anymore...

And the other half... These creams are creamy, as if wriggling in the mouth of the throat.

Wen Sitian reluctantly swallowed the mousse in his mouth, and said tremblingly, "Brother...I can't eat anymore..."

He was almost amused by the inflection of his own voice, as if hollowed out of his body.

Hearing his angry words, Wen Sirin finally turned around. After seeing Wen Sitian's face, her eyes froze and she frowned fiercely: "What's wrong?"

He threw the chopsticks away and took a step closer, as if about to extend his hand.

Wen Sitian trembled, stepped back, hurriedly lifted the cake and took another bite, and made a vague voice in a panic: "I tried my best bro...I really...can't eat..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Sirin strode up to him, snatched the half-remained cake and threw it on the table, the butter limply lay on the pumpkin cup for a while, and fell head over heels go in.

"Who told you to eat it all! Is there something wrong with you?" Wen Sirin's voice was urgent and cold, and the whole person suddenly raised his eyebrows, looking very angry, and hugged him and sat on a stool beside him wiped his face.

Obviously he let himself finish eating...

But he didn't have the energy to argue, he was suppressing the desire to vomit with all his heart.

"Tian Tian, ​​tell brother, what's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?" Wen Sirin lowered his voice very softly, his breathing was still trembling slightly, he wiped the sweat and cream from Wen Sitian's face, and said , "Is it hot? Why is it so hot?"

Wen Sitian shook his head, closed his mouth tightly and looked at Wen Sirin pleadingly with wet eyes, twisted weakly a few times, and opened his mouth to spit on Wen Sirin.

Immediately, he was picked up and rushed into the bathroom. He didn't eat anything at noon, except for the cake just now, which was sour and bitter gastric juice. In the end, he couldn't vomit out anything, as if he wanted to vomit out all his internal organs. Hanging precariously on Wen Sirin's arm.

He didn't know how to turn his head to face Wen Sirin, he stared blankly at the sink, thinking he might as well hang himself here.

But the patient stroking on the back is still going on, patted again and again, why did Wen Sirin hug him so tenderly, neither questioning him nor scolding him, Wen Sitian felt embarrassed and at a loss, finally couldn't help but whispered He sobbed twice.

Except when he was on the bed, he seldom cried in front of Wen Sirin. Wen Sirin didn't like him crying, and he didn't want to be annoying all the time, but he was really uncomfortable.

There was literally nothing he could do well.

Wen Sitian's whole body was trembling slightly, maybe it was such a long-lost pampering that drew out all kinds of grievances in his heart, he began to cry tentatively, at first he held Wen Silin's hand, weeping in a low voice, until finally, it was like a flood mouthed.