[Bottle evil] Waiting for the migratory birds to fly back

Wu Xie didn't want to continue talking, lest any unpleasant topics would be involved.He paused, and said politely: "My health has long since recovered, you really don't have to worry about it..."

Zhang Qiling looked back at him, Wu Xie was very familiar with this look, whenever Zhang Qiling wanted to say something extraordinary, he always had this look.

Wu Xie's heart fluttered, and he turned sharply and changed the subject: "What do you want to eat at noon? I still have classes in the afternoon, so I can't go too far away. Feel free to eat a little today. I will thank you when I have time some other day." .”

Zhang Qiling thought for a while and said, "It doesn't matter, I know a place, very close to here."

Wu Xie didn't ask any more, and said, "Then you will lead the way."

When they walked out, many teachers and students who knew Wu Xie greeted him, and Wu Xie also said goodbye to them with a smile.Zhang Qiling watched silently from the side, didn't speak, and couldn't tell what he was thinking, only when Wu Xie showed his usual smile to others, his expression changed slightly.

Wu Xie talked a few more words with an older lady in the same office, and turned around to find Zhang Qiling quietly waiting for him, feeling a little embarrassed, trotting over to catch up with Zhang Qiling, "I'm sorry, brother."

Zhang Qiling suddenly stretched out his hand to him, raised it from his cheek upwards, brushed Wu Xie's face with the back of his hand vaguely, and finally came to the top of Wu Xie's head, and picked off a leaf that fell from the tree.

Wu Xie was stunned, until Zhang Qiling's hand had left, he still couldn't react.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Qiling asked him.

"No," he avoided Zhang Qiling's probing eyes in a panic, "let's go."

Wu Xie's mind was in a mess. He was sitting in Zhang Qiling's car, looking at the street scene outside through the rear window.

He used to live here for nearly 20 years, and when he came back after ten years away, he was almost unrecognizable.

After being created and sculpted by the previous generations, this city has been reborn and is growing wantonly with a thriving and vigorous attitude.

Although it is already autumn, the streets are still bright and lively, and the sluggish autumn wind can't stop the city from running.

Everyone has to look forward.

Wu Xie was so emotional, thinking that he had been going around for ten years, but he didn't seem to get anything, he just kept going around in place.

But what does he want?Ask him and he can't tell.This is another unsolvable mystery.

Wu Xie withdrew her gaze, and turned to peek at Zhang Qiling who was driving through the rearview mirror.The two of them haven't communicated since they got in the car, Wu Xie didn't know what to say, Zhang Qiling didn't say a word, and always looked at him with that kind of eyes, that kind of - although I don't talk to you But you must have something to tell me—the look in your eyes.

Yes, Wu Xie is really too familiar with Zhang Qiling, every move and expression of his, Wu Xie can guess what he means.

The tacit understanding between them has existed for so many years, and it still hasn't diminished in the slightest, as if it was something engraved in the soul. You left him in the corner, didn't look at him, didn't think about it, but it was still there, just Waiting for the day you reopen it.

Habits are actually the scariest thing in the world.

Wu Xie took a slow breath, leaned her head back into the leather seat.

What's even more frightening is that I know everything, but I still want to pretend to be stupid.

summer

The summer in my memory is always accompanied by the infinitely long afternoon sunshine that seems to last forever.In the lazy afternoon, Wu Xie lay down on the sofa to digest food as usual. The fabric sofa in Zhang Qiling's house gave Wu Xie a novel and rough warm texture. He turned over and lay on his back, looking at the balcony. Zhang Qiling was standing Hang clothes on the balcony.

He has lived in Zhang Qiling's house for three days.When I called Wu Ma yesterday, I heard that Wu Ma's tone had become much calmer. There must have been no major incidents, and his second and third uncles were in town in his hometown, so Wu Xie was relieved.

Wu's mother said on the phone that she might wait a few days to go back, and asked Wu Xie how he was living these few days. Wu Xie told her that he lived in Zhang Qiling's house. Wu Xie's mother is a very gentle woman. He kept telling him not to cause trouble for other people's family members. Wu Xie was on the phone, thinking that Zhang Qiling had no family members. When he looked back, Zhang Qiling was cooking in the kitchen. He couldn't say much, so he agreed vaguely. He said a few more words and hung up the phone.

Zhang Qiling lived in a small house of [-] square meters, with one bedroom and one living room. As he said, he did not live with his parents, nor did he have other family members. Of course, including him now, there are two people.

After hanging up the phone, Wu Xie quietly walked behind Zhang Qiling to scare him, but as soon as he approached, Zhang Qiling said helplessly: "I have a knife in my hand, be careful not to hurt you."

Wu Xie let out a disappointed "Ah...", Zhang Qiling put down the knife and turned around, with a helpless and conniving expression on his face.

Wu Xie really couldn't stand being looked at by him like this, so he looked into the pot and asked, "What are you having for dinner?" It's fine for love, it's fine if he's too embarrassed to say it, but the other party teases him if he has nothing to do, it makes him feel itchy...it's a foul!

But Zhang Qiling didn't have this kind of consciousness at all, he stretched out his hand and rubbed Wu Xie's head: "Let's make sweet and sour pork ribs, and make another dish, okay?"

You can do whatever you want, I love to eat whatever you want, just please stop talking to me in such a gentle tone, okay?Wu Xie burst into tears in his heart, every time Zhang Qiling talked to him like this, he had the urge to confess to him desperately.

Restraint and restraint, he thought, if you can't bear it a little, you can make big plans. He is still not sure whether Zhang Qiling is straight or curvy. If he asks boldly, he might be scared.

Wu Xie looked at the sky melancholy, the so-called troubles of adolescence, is this the feeling?

Thinking of troublesome things, Wu Xie became a little depressed, and the meal was boring. Zhang Qiling could see something was wrong with him at the dinner table, but with his brain circuit, he would never guess what Wu Xie was thinking. .After the meal, Zhang Qiling went to clean up the dishes, and Wu Xie helped him wash the clothes of the two of them. There was a crisp sound of clinking dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, and the washing machine in the corner was humming.Wu Xie lay down on the sofa, looking at Zhang Qiling's bustling figure, he was like a salted fish under the sun at the moment, after drying the front, he slowly turned over to dry the back, sufficient sunlight poured in from the outside, Wu Xie's back felt warm.

Although the house is small, the best thing about it is that it has a balcony. Wu Xie especially likes houses with balconies. The floor-to-ceiling windows are clear and bright, and there are a few pots of small green plants. Hang up the clothes, roll up the sleeves high, the side face is thin and clean...

Wu Xie lay there watching, her face turned red, and she couldn't restrain her liking for Zhang Qiling.

He thought: Ah...how can I like him so much?

He stretched his neck blankly to look at the balcony, and unexpectedly met Zhang Qiling's eyes. He stretched his neck now, especially like a little turtle desperately protruding out of its shell. Wu Liuliu, Gulu Gulu's rolling eyes remained motionless at this moment, staring at himself in a daze.

Zhang Qiling thought it was funny, coughed, Wu Xie came back to his senses, and looked at Zhang Qiling stupidly for a while, as if he suddenly realized the fact that he was caught watching others in a daze, his face suddenly turned red, like an ostrich He buried his head in the pillow in a self-defeating manner, the roots of his ears glowing red.

Why is it so easy to be shy... Zhang Qiling was a little surprised, but more, it was the feeling that his heart suddenly softened.

He suddenly wanted to rub the boy's soft hair, just like he did before.

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