Because of the African Emirates, all the lucky points are counted.

Less than a minute after Xing Wenbo finished speaking, the sky began to drizzle.

Xing Wenbo: "..."

As a native of W City, he knows that the weather tradition of W City is that it must rain on the first day of the Lunar New Year, but there is still a big difference between the rain tomorrow morning and the rain now.

God is not enough to give face, not at all.

The drizzle could not stop the enthusiasm of these furry children to set off fireworks, and the sparks still flickered in the dark night for a long time.However, the rain became thicker and thicker, gradually putting a layer of cold dampness on everyone's hair and shoulders. One after another, some people began to greet their friends, either to change the scene to fight again, or to go home together.

Xia Hai was still enjoying himself, so he pulled people everywhere to sing with him at KTV all night.Someone responded in twos and threes, and Xia Hai urged Xiao Liang to call Xing Wenbo and Wen He. Xiao Liang glanced at Xia Hai, "Go and call yourself."

"I'm not familiar with Brother Xing~" Xia Hai smiled meanly, "Brother Xiao, aren't you Brother Xing's iron buddy, you are very good at talking!"

"If you're not familiar with it, don't call it." Xiao Liang left after saying this.

Xia Hai looked at Xiao Liang's ruthless back with pitiful and helpless eyes, wondering if Xiao Liang had eaten explosives today or if he said something wrong just now.Did he insist on Xing Wenbo and Wen He?It's not under the pressure of a group of female classmates!

Xia Hai had no choice but to bite the bullet and invite in person, but was rejected without any suspense, and the two of them agreed surprisingly—go home early to rest, and continue studying tomorrow.

Xia Hai: "..." You two big brothers, let's be individuals, you are both in the top five in grade, can you take a breath and save others a way out?

The crowd dispersed in twos and threes.When Xing Wenbo unlocked the car, Wen He suddenly said, "You..."

"Ah?" Wen He's voice pierced Xing Wenbo's skin like a needle, and he raised his head almost reflexively.

"So you..." Wen He thought for a long while, "You fight, go clubbing and play games, but you're still a good boy?"

Xing Wenbo was stunned for a moment, then laughed happily.

Wen He would actually play tricks on him.

"Yes, yes," Xing Wenbo straightened up after opening the lock, "You actually discovered my true face, classmate, you know too much."

Wen He stopped talking again, and looked away at the dark ground.

It does seem to know quite a lot.

The ambiguous silence came as soon as it was said.After midnight on New Year's Eve, some things are obviously different, but they don't expose each other, and they don't reveal clearly.

Xing Wenbo stepped into the car seat and waited for Wen He to get into the car.Only then did Wen He take his hands out of the pockets of his down jacket, and Xing Wenbo saw that his originally fair hands were turning purple from the cold, and the knuckles of his fingers were even abnormally red and swollen.

Only then did Xing Wenbo remember that he didn't come out today wearing gloves.

It's easy to let your guard down in this warm southern city, and then suddenly get cold and kill you.

After taking Wen He to the back seat, Xing Wenbo turned his head, "Hey, give me your hand."

Wen He looked at Xing Wenbo suspiciously, and stretched out his hand obediently.

Xing Wenbo grabbed Wen He's hands, stuffed them into his pockets one on the left and one on the right, and said with a smile, "Is it warm?"

"...Mmm." Wen He nodded, unconsciously slipped his Adam's apple, and swallowed.

"Catch it!" Xing Wenbo pushed hard on the pedal and rushed towards the quiet street in the middle of the night.

Xing Wenbo pedaled for half the distance before finally stopping at a traffic light.In fact, there are no cars and people in the whole car now, and no one cares about the bicycle running a red light, but Xing Wenbo cannot violate the harmonious spirit of abiding by the law.

as well as……

A little selfish.

He didn't look back, hissed a few times, exhaled a few mouthfuls of white mist, put his right hand into his pocket in a very natural posture, and immediately covered the back of Wen He's hand nestled quietly inside.Wen He's hand was already warmed up, and when touched by his icy palm, Wen He's fingers moved, but they didn't retract.

The two of them didn't speak, Xing Wenbo gradually and silently grasped tighter and tighter, their hands rubbed together in the narrow pockets, Xing Wenbo's five fingers slowly but firmly inserted into Wen He's , Let ice and fire gradually blend.

No need to speak.This is the temptation, and this is the response.That's the question, and that's the answer.

The rain is getting heavier.

Parting always happens on rainy days, but tonight, Xing Wenbo doesn't want to say goodbye.

"The rain is getting heavier," Xing Wenbo said with a sore throat, "It's still a little far from your home, why don't you... go to my house first?"

silence.Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Then, Wen He's voice broke the silence.

"Ah."

When the two arrived home, Xing Wenbo's parents were both asleep. Looking at the rain, it would not stop all night long.

Xing Wenbo dragged Wen He into the room on tiptoe, found him a towel and clean pajamas, and told him to take a shower first.After Xing Wenbo also took a comfortable hot bath and came out, Wen He was already nestling quietly under the quilt on his bed.

In the middle of the night, there was cold wind and rain outside the window, and the air in the room was also chilly, but the bed was so warm that it was so crispy that people's bones were soft.

Otherwise, how can you say that the quilt is the grave of youth?

But the meaning of life lies in living to death, and you can see so many people rushing to the grave of love hand in hand.

Xing Wenbo brushed his hair in a hurry, blew indiscriminately, and shivered into the bed with a messy bird's nest on his head.

Before Wen He went to bed, he specifically asked if he wanted to turn over another quilt for Wen He. Anyway, in this cannibalistic weather, it was impossible for any of them to sleep on the sofa and suffer that unnecessary crime.

Wen He put on Xing Wenbo's slightly loose pajamas, half-closed his sleepy eyes, nodded, and said in a soft, delirious voice, "Well...no need."

Then he climbed into bed like a sleepwalker, got into the bed without treating himself as an outsider, curled up and lay down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Xing Wenbo lifted the quilt at the speed of light, squeezed in at the speed of light, and covered it with the speed of light, but Wen He was still startled by the sudden cold air, and frowned while he was half asleep and half awake.Xing Wenbo was leaning against his back, also lying on his side, his hand slowly stretched out from Wen He's waist, and grasped the back of his hand without any trace, and said softly, "Is it cold?"

"Hmm..." Wen He only let out a babble of unknown meaning from his throat.

There is a pain called no heating.There is a kind of romance called having you without heating.

When this thought flashed through Xing Wenbo's mind, he couldn't help shaking.It's over, when did he become so artistic?

I was disgusted by myself.

but……

Xing Wenbo hugged Wen He even tighter, feeling a kind of excitement and complacency that took advantage of the situation.

But.That's great.

Rainy days are always suitable for sleeping in bed. The two of them slept so well that they beat their biological clocks. When the door was knocked, it was nearly 10 o'clock.

After a few symbolic knocks, the door was opened directly, "Xiao Bo, what's wrong with you today? You don't get up so late, are you feeling unwell?"

Xing Wenbo's mother stopped talking, and she saw two heads popping out of her son's bed.

Both of them were stupefied, and Xing Wenbo struggled to speak under the urging of conditioned reflex: "...Mom."

Wen He also followed suit: "...Auntie."

Wen He felt that he should get up first, but his movements froze a bit.

Xing Wenbo's hand was still on his waist, and was intertwined with the ten fingers of his right hand.

Just like last night's ride.

Moreover, his leg... I always feel that I just accidentally bumped into something strange?

...or don't think about it.

"Mom... you go out first," Xing Wenbo said awkwardly, "Let's change clothes."

As soon as the door was closed, Xing Wenbo jumped up like a long spring under his buttocks, sat on the other side of the bed, turned his back to Wen He, "I... go to wash first."

Then he put on his coat, rushed out the door, and went straight to the bathroom.

After both of them washed and changed their clothes, Xing Wenbo finally returned to normal.Even if it is not normal, it must be normal.

Xing Wenbo explained what happened last night to his parents, but they didn't take it seriously. In the past, whether it was Xiao Liang's stay at their house or Xing Wenbo's stay at Xiao Liang's or other friends' house, it was a common occurrence. Mother Xing would be happy to watch Xing Wenbo make more friends.

Today's New Year's Day, Wen He wanted to rush home for lunch, and wanted to leave immediately, but was forced by Xing's mother to stay, so he wanted to have breakfast anyway.

Xing Wenbo's family is small, a very standard family of three, but it is very lively. Early in the morning, the house is full of noise, and Xing's father has to ask Xing's mother a question every three minutes.

"Honey, what are you going to wear today?"

"You don't know how to read the weather forecast? Ask me what to wear... I found the sweater and long johns for you, go get them yourself!"

"Honey, where's the toothpaste? Why can't I find it?"

"Isn't it in the first drawer? It's always been there, are you blind?"

"I really didn't see—"

The sound of slippers being rubbed, the sound of pulling drawers, and the sound of turning over sundries, "It's just under the paper towels and dental floss, you'll be lazy if you move your hands too much!"

After the husband asked, the son asked, "Mom, where did my sweater go?"

"Why don't you hang up in your room?"

"It's not that one, it's the 'Hundred Ghosts of the Night' one, black."

"What 'ghost' are you wearing for the Chinese New Year? Today you are wearing a red one!"

Xing Wenbo: "..." As long as your old man is happy.

While dealing with the endless requests for help from the elderly and the young, Mother Xing shuttled vigorously between the kitchen and the living room, arranged soy milk, deep-fried dough sticks, porridge, steamed buns, muffins, etc. one by one, and turned her head to greet Cong Xing with a smile on her face. Wen He, who came out of Wenbo's room, "What do you call this little classmate? Come, come, sit, let's eat."

Wen He nodded, went over and obediently pulled up a chair and sat down, "Thank you, Auntie."

Xing's mother drove the old and the young over, and Xing Wenbo and Wen He sat on one side, while his parents sat on the other, and for a moment there was an illusion that the whole family was enjoying themselves.

Xing Wenbo gave a brief introduction to Wen He again. The top ten rankings in the province are similar to Xing Wenbo's, but the key words of W high-level liberal arts master, composition example, and daily full score in English made Xing's mother shine. He held Wen He's hands across the table and entrusted Xing Wenbo, a troubled child, to him with his nose and tears in his hands.

"Our Xiaobo is not good at English and Chinese. No matter how many reference books you buy for him, he is divided by these two subjects every time. How many times has the teacher told him..." Mother Xing said, "Xiaohe, you Take him with you if you have time, Auntie and Uncle thank you on behalf of Xiaobo."

While talking, he squeezed deep-fried dough sticks and buns into Wen He's bowl, just like a patient bribing a doctor before an operation.

Wen He stared blankly at the more and more things in his bowl, "No...you're welcome."

Xing's father looked like Xing Wenbo's biological father at first sight, and his outline was still clear even when he was old. He must have been as handsome as Xing Wenbo when he was young, but it's a pity that he failed when he opened his mouth.

"Honey, why is there no fermented bean curd today? White porridge needs fermented bean curd to taste."

"Ah, fermented bean curd, I forgot," Xing Wenbo also yelled, "Mom, I want it too!"

Xing's mother glanced at the two of them angrily, "I did something wrong in my previous life and you two are mentally retarded who can't take care of themselves." When she spoke, she got up and walked into the kitchen with a disgusted expression to open the refrigerator .

"Mom," Xing Wenbo defended himself, "I made progress in the exam this time. You can't beat your promising son like this."

"Yes, yes, you have a bright future," Mother Xing's voice came from the kitchen, "When you can get a full score in English and then say that, look at Ren Xiaohe..."

Xing Wenbo and Wen He looked at each other, Xing Wenbo was very helpless, Wen He was very innocent.Look, even if he is a "child from other people's family" in the eyes of many people, he cannot escape the blow of another "child from other people's family".

After breakfast, Xing Wenbo sent Wen He out. Xing's mother wrapped a red envelope and forcibly handed it to Wen He. Wen He was very embarrassed, and Ye Yu came to stay overnight, as if he deliberately cheated on the red envelope.

Xing Wenbo wanted to take Wen He back by bike, but Wen He said he could just take the bus, but Xing Wenbo stopped insisting and walked with him to the bus stop.

Along the way, there was another ambiguous silence, each frantically looking for topics in their hearts.

"Your parents..." Wen He finally spoke hesitantly.

"Ah?" Xing Wenbo scratched his hair, "Hey, they don't usually do this..." He got stuck at this point, and gave up on himself for a second, "Forget it, they do this every day."

Wen He couldn't help laughing.

"Actually, it wasn't like this before," Xing Wenbo said. "My parents were my first love, college classmates. You may not be able to see it now. My mother was a great beauty..."

Wen He was still laughing.This son, dear.

In fact, you can see it.Xing's mother is very thin, and her figure is well maintained. She is not as bloated as a middle-aged woman at all. She is indeed a quiet beauty when she doesn't speak, but like Xing's father, when she speaks, she...

"My dad liked my mom very much at that time. He held her in his hands and spoiled her to the limit. But according to my various uncles, aunts and aunts, my dad became more perverted as he got older. He used to be just a pet, but now he is clingy. I can’t live without my mother for a day.” Xing Wenbo shook his head, expressing that he had nothing to look forward to, “I’d better go to college early and let them live a two-person life, anyway, I think my mother is enough to bother me... ..."

Wen He laughed while listening, and silently bent his eyebrows, taking a full view of the radiance in Xing Wenbo's bright eyes.

In fact, what he wanted to say was, that's great.

Is this how Xing Wenbo's soft and flamboyant heart grew?