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W high homework has its own internal rules, generally like this - half a day off, one day of homework, one day off, three days of homework, three days off, one week of homework, one winter vacation...

Let's put it this way, the moment the W high students got their homework, they would rather not let this winter vacation go.

After Xing Wenbo and Wen He played games for an afternoon on the first day of winter vacation, they were busy with their homework for the next few days.The two couldn't see each other, and they continued to send WeChat messages. From 11:[-] every night to the morning, Xing Wenbo sat at the desk after breakfast and spread out various reference materials and papers, so he couldn't help but harass Wen He first.

They are all high school seniors in the same school, and their biological clocks are really close. No matter how early Xing Wenbo sent him a message, Wen He would reply within 5 minutes.

Xing Wenbo also gradually discovered that Wen He had a habit of taking a nap in the afternoon.As soon as I entered the third year of high school, all kinds of ghosts and ghosts bubbled up. Many people ate bread and instant noodles for three meals in order to save time. They didn't sleep at noon and stayed up late at night, forcing themselves to death.Wen He, who insists on taking a nap, tries to go to bed before 1 o'clock in the evening, and can spare some time to read extracurricular books every day, is the least motivated among the top students.

And those of them who still have the time and mood to play games while they are nervously preparing for the exam are more properly traitors among the top students, and they will be whipped to death by random sticks if word spreads.

Catch up with homework and don't know how long the time has passed, the two of them buried their heads in the papers until New Year's Eve.It wasn't until the home was full of sumptuous dishes that Aunt Mo knocked on the door of Wen He's room and asked him to eat. Only then did Wen He raise his head from a pile of study materials in a daze, realizing that the annual New Year's Eve dinner had arrived.

An advertisement before the start of the Spring Festival Gala was playing on the TV, creating an extremely lively atmosphere.Father Wen rarely helped Aunt Mo cook together today, and made six big dishes, and Wen He knew at a glance that he couldn't finish them all.But this is a tradition in their family. Aunt Mo's cooking is afraid that the whole family will be hungry, and Father Wen can't correct the problem of big eyes and small belly even if he says it a hundred times.

Wen He is very particular about table manners, and never plays with his mobile phone at the dinner table.But since he downloaded WeChat, as soon as the WeChat message box lights up on the screen, he can't help but click on it.

Those who send him WeChat messages usually don't have anyone else.

Now the screen will light up.While Aunt Mo was still setting the dishes, Wen He secretly took the phone under the dining table, and opened WeChat with a guilty conscience.

Xing Wenbo: Did you eat?

Wen He: Ready

Xing Wenbo: What are you doing after dinner?

Wen He: Continue to write questions

Xing Wenbo: Hahaha, yes, very real

Ha what ha.Is this classmate finished your examination paper?

Xing Wenbo: It will come out later

Xing Wenbo: They organize to watch the fireworks tonight

"They" refers to the group of people in Class 3 who have a good time. There must be activities during the New Year and holidays, and people from other classes often participate. As long as anyone wants to bring friends, they will come.

Wen He: Where is it?

Xing Wenbo: Say you don’t understand, I’ll pick you up

Wen He: Yes

Xing Wenbo: By the way, save some stomach

Wen He:?

Xing Wenbo: I'll take you to eat something delicious tonight

The group from Class 3 met at 11:10 tonight, and Xing Wenbo arrived downstairs at Wen He's house at [-]:[-]. Wen He told his family that he went to watch the fireworks with his classmates. Father Wen and Aunt Mo were a little surprised. Father Wen only said to pay attention to safety, while Aunt Mo asked excitedly, asking him to come back early and let him have a good time, without realizing how contradictory these instructions were.

Before Wen Helin left the house, Aunt Mo wanted to give him pocket money and ask him to take a taxi back after playing. If it was impossible, she asked Father Wen to pick him up.Wen He bit the bullet and declined politely with a sneer. Fortunately, Wen Xiaohang couldn't help but start making a fuss, so he was able to get away from the ocean-like mother's love.

The moment the door was closed, Wen Xiaohang's scream still leaked from the crack of the door—"Why can my brother go out but I can't! You still say you are not partial!"

"Don't compare you with your brother! How old are you! The girl's house is always thinking about running around..."

Wen He smiled wryly, closed the door, and went downstairs.

Xing Wenbo waited in the cold wind, straddling his bicycle, with one foot on the ground in a familiar posture, wearing a scarf and a sweater hood, but no gloves.

Seeing Wen He, Xing Wenbo tilted his head, "Get in the car."

With that proud and cheerful demeanor, he didn't know that he was driving a Land Rover.

According to Xing Wenbo's taste, Wen He thought that the "delicious" he was talking about was either beef offal or fried tofu. Unexpectedly, Xing Wenbo parked the car in a brightly lit willow. Experience accurately judged that this is the bar area.

It turns out...the rumor that Xing Wenbo will go clubbing is true? ? ?

After getting out of the car, Wen He sized up Xing Wenbo with an indescribable expression. After Xing Wenbo locked the car, he raised his chin at him, "Let's go."

Wen He: "..."

"What?" Xing Wenbo laughed, "You haven't been to a bar, have you?"

Wen He thought for a while, and answered honestly: "No."

Xing Wenbo was even happier, "Do you dare to go?"

Although the aggressive method is childish, it is very useful, Wen He said firmly, "Why don't you dare."

After recovering, Wen He had already sat down with Xing Wenbo in the bar.

Xing Wenbo placed the order in a familiar way, and ordered a fried chicken platter and two glasses of iced Coke.Wen He glanced at the menu, and the "28" behind the iced cola shocked him.

Even if he knew that he would get the lucky money tomorrow, he wouldn't be such a prodigal, right?Isn't the Coca-Cola that costs [-] yuan a bottle in the convenience store outside delicious?

The bar was full of people, and the two couldn't find an empty table, so they had to sit at the bar counter.Firstly, it was too noisy, and secondly, there were too many people, Xing Wenbo was almost next to Wen He, otherwise the two of them would not be able to chat for a day.Wen He took a deep breath, leaned into Xing Wenbo's ear and said, "Can't we go to KFC for fried chicken?"

I came to the bar to order fried chicken and coke, can you respect the status of the bar?

"You don't understand this, my friend," Xing Wenbo said seriously, "I'm not bragging, the fried chicken here beats Fengcai and Golden Arch Ten Thousand Streets, you'll know when you eat it, it's not worth the fare I take your last name."

"...You don't need my last name."

Xing Wenbo almost blurted out: Then your last name is fine with me.

Hold back.While this is a good place to be a hooligan, it's not a good time to be a hooligan.

The fried chicken and Coca-Cola came to the table quickly, and Xing Wenbo signaled Wen He to do it with an expression of asking for credit. Wen He took a random bite and took a bite. It was crispy to the naked eye.

Wen He was stunned.It turned out that what Xing Wenbo said was not some weird excuse, this fried chicken was really delicious, different from the KFC-style fried chicken on the bad street, and uniquely delicious.

It seems that this is a bar with a slightly crooked pursuit.

Wen He didn't need to speak, Xing Wenbo knew that he had been conquered just by looking at his little eyes. He triumphantly grabbed a piece of chicken wing and gnawed on it.

The whole bar is full of fun-seekers, but they are addicted to fried chicken coke.Halfway through the meal, Xing Wenbo went to the bathroom, while Wen He waited for him alone by his seat.

Wen He faced the bar and his back to the crowd, never paying attention to the hustle and bustle behind him.Suddenly someone bumped into him violently, Wen He thought Xing Wenbo would be back so soon, turned to look, but was first hit by the smell of alcohol and frowned.He jumped off the bar stool and got out of the way of the person who bumped into him. He didn't want to cause trouble in such an unfamiliar place, so he didn't expect the other party to apologize, and it would be best to leave each other in peace.

But the man simply put his arm on the bar stool he had just sat on.

This is a man in his 30s, with swaying steps, a trance-like expression, and a smell of alcohol all over his body. He is the type of person that Wen He would usually take a detour when he sees him, but now he just couldn't get around, and was blocked by the other party in the corner of the bar. inside.

The man originally wanted to stabilize his center of gravity and rest for a while before continuing to walk, but when he saw Wen He, he stopped moving, stared at Wen He with interest, and looked him up and down—Wen He was wearing very ordinary clothes Casual pants, sneakers, down jackets, just looking at the back, can't attract any attention in this sea of ​​grotesque people, but the face is different, thin, clean, young, clear-cut, sharp lines, but not arrogant On the contrary, there is a kind of elegance that is incompatible with this place, a little quiet, a little well-behaved, and a little stubborn that does not allow others to approach easily, a pair of dark eyes flashing pure light under the coquettish light.

Wen He was disgusted by the man's sizing eyes.

"Hey, handsome guy, where's your boyfriend?" The man took half a step closer and asked in a drawn-out tone.

Wen He frowned even deeper.

"Ask you—" the man raised his voice, but it seemed natural in the crowd, "Where's your boyfriend?"

Wen He was leaning against the bar, and the bartender was busy greeting customers on the other side. The customers sitting nearby either didn't notice the situation here, or didn't mind meddling, or didn't mind meddling but wanted to watch the fun. I mean to take care of it.

The man murmured a lot of drunken things again. He didn't know what kind of attachment he had to his boyfriend. He couldn't say anything without these three words. He didn't make a move, but he just stayed there and wouldn't let Wen He go.Wen He began to seriously think about whether he had to compose an [-]-word college entrance examination composition on the topic of boyfriend in order to drive him away.

The man was talking vigorously when he staggered suddenly and was pulled back unexpectedly. Xing Wenbo dodged and stopped in front of Wen He with a smile on his face, but his voice was cold, "Uncle, He is not yet an adult, can you show some face and stop pestering him?"

But most people who are crazy about drinking are half sober and five points drunk. The man was so excited by Xing Wenbo, and he immediately showed his ruthlessness, "What the hell are you talking about—"

Xing Wenbo casually grabbed an unopened bottle of beer from the table next door, "Borrow it." Then he took a step forward facing the man, saying every word, "I told you to show some face."

Wen He was also afraid just now, but not as scared now. Xing Wenbo's action was too powerful, and the intact beer bottle in his hand seemed to burst at any moment, revealing sharp edges and corners, which combined some ugliness with himself. The skin was torn apart.Wen He quickly grabbed Xing Wenbo's sleeve, "Don't—"

The bartender finally came over and waved to the security guard from a distance.The man knew that no matter what thoughts he had about the little boy who was left alone, he had nothing to think about now, complained a few more words impatiently, and walked back to his seat.

Xing Wenbo waited for the man to go away before putting the wine bottle back.Several people at the table looked at Xing Wenbo in surprise for a long time. The boy looked young and didn't look like the kind of person who goes clubbing every day. I really don't know where his courage came from at that moment.

The two of them were not in the mood to stay here any longer, "Let's go." Xing Wenbo turned his head and said to Wen He.

"En." Wen He nodded.

"Wait—" Xing Wenbo said to the bartender again, "Pack the fried chicken for me."

Wen He: "..."

"Why," Xing Wenbo said eloquently, "88 copies are expensive, you can't waste food, do you know?"

Wen He: "...Oh."

Xing Wenbo stuffed the packed fried chicken into Wen He's hands, and pulled him out the door one after the other.The hustle and bustle gradually faded behind, and it became quieter as you walked towards the parking lot.Xing Wenbo pondered for a while, and when he came to the bicycle, he turned around and looked around, but did not look at Wen He, "That... I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Wen He was at a loss.

"I really didn't mean to bring you here on purpose," Xing Wenbo stuttered, "I made you... suffer this embarrassment."

Wen He was silent for a few seconds.

Xing Wenbo felt his heart stop beating for a few seconds.

"Yes." Wen He said, "I know."

Xing Wenbo looked at him.

Wen He raised his head and looked back.

"The fried chicken is really delicious." Wen He said.

Fried chicken is indeed delicious, but it is also true that the ulterior motives are not in alcohol.

This is no ordinary bar.

Xing Wenbo didn't mention it, and neither did Wen He, but Xing Wenbo believed that Wen He could notice that there were no women in this bar.

In groups, in pairs, or alone, all are men.

Even a stranger mentioned "your boyfriend" right away.

Xing Wenbo has been looking at Wen He since he entered the door.

Waiting for him to frown, astonished, shocked, disgusted...even disgusted.

As long as he saw such emotions on Wen He's face and eyes, he would immediately pull Wen He out of here.

Then, those thoughtful words will never be mentioned again.

But Wen He didn't, didn't have any strange emotions, and was always calm.

It was so calm that Xing Wenbo was uneasy.

"It's 11:15," Wen He reminded him, "We still have 15 minutes."

"Ah," Xing Wenbo's reflex arc circled the solar system three times before returning, "...ah."

This is... the meaning of going to watch the fireworks with him.

The two set off in a hurry, braving the cold wind all the way, and arrived at the scene just in time at 11:29.

The location that Class 3 made an appointment with was a deserted bridge, except for this group of strange high school students, no one would wander here in the middle of the night.

Thanks to them, it is very lively here tonight.

Xiao Liang was surprised to see Xing Wenbo bringing Wen He here.Facing Xiao Liang's gaze full of question marks, Xing Wenbo put his arms around his shoulders and patted his back hard, "Liang, I know that recently... well, this matter is a bit complicated, I will find a chance to talk to you carefully."

Xiao Liang was even more confused, what the hell, do you need to find a chance to talk about it?How complicated is this? ? ?

Xing Wenbo felt guilty and couldn't wait, "I'll talk about it another day. I'm... a little busy today."

After speaking, he left Xiao Liang and ran away.

Xiao Liang saw him scrambling towards Wen He, and felt angry, you are busy, don't describe your empathy in such a euphemistic and moving way!

Oh man.

Everyone gathered together and bought some small fireworks, and someone had already set them up, and there were little lights everywhere, igniting the night here and there.A group of people laughed and laughed for a long time, and it reached 12 o'clock before they knew it.

Many people took out their mobile phones, turned on the stopwatch, and counted the countdown together.I don't know who opened the mouth first, many voices gathered together and shouted in unison: "10, 9, 8, 7—"

"6, 5, 4—"

"3, 2—"

"1——!!!"

"Happy New Year!!!"

These voices are mixed together, and it is impossible to tell which sentence is speaking to whom.Xing Wenbo and Wen He also wished each other a Happy New Year, but this was just a prelude, and what Xing Wenbo had to say was yet to come.

"Look," Xing Wenbo stiffly raised his hand and pointed at the sky randomly, "Tonight, Yue..." He froze when he said this word. Ashamed, so ashamed that even his face couldn't hold back a little, so he cleared his throat, "Cough—the moonlight...is so beautiful."

He actually said it.This will be the pinnacle moment of his life in the field of literature.

Wen He: "..."

Tonight... overcast.And there is no moon.

He knew that Xing Wenbo wanted to use the scene to express his feelings, but could he face up to the limitations of objective reality?

However, some things can ignore the laws of science.

With a smile on the corner of Wen He's mouth, he pursed his lips for a while, then turned his head, the tips of his ears were burning red in the cold winter air, nodded slightly, and said softly, "Mmm."

The author has something to say: just confessed on 5.20, is this wave of dog food okay?

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