I heard that the actor is also writing novels

Wen Wen sat on the seat, poking innocent papers with the tip of a pen in a bored way. Ye Wen went out to play with a few boys. But he didn't know what to do, and he didn't really want to do homework.

He looked at the draft paper in front of him, sighed, and turned his pen around.

There were a few girls laughing behind him, and he resisted the urge to turn around - he didn't even know the girls' faces not long after the first year of high school. Not good.

"Tan Cheng, go, go."

He heard such a sentence sporadically while laughing, thought about the name secretly, and immediately matched the name with a quiet and well-behaved face. This girl can't be said to be very good-looking, just delicate, but humane and quiet. Yes, she spoke softly, which added a lot of points to her.

Wen Wen noticed that she was nothing else, mainly because even reading a book in the class was nothing more than novels and comics, only this girl, leaning against the window, without making a sound, he curiously pretended to go around and take a look unintentionally When I was there, I found that she was reading a tome, all in English.

This is very strange.

He has remembered this girl ever since.

The laughter behind him continued, and the temperature couldn't bear it anymore. He made up his mind to count to five silently, and then turned his head to see what was going on.

one two Three……

"Well, I'm Tan Cheng." Before he could finish counting, he saw the blushing girl standing in front of him. The person was stunned, but Tan Cheng didn't seem to be angry at all, still speaking softly, "I, I..."

At this time, Ye Wen pushed open the door of the classroom, Tan Cheng's face seemed to be getting better, and he couldn't say a word anymore, Ye Wen, who was sweating profusely, gave her a cold look, then turned to the temperature, the temperature was clear heard him say to him—

"Temperature, wake up."

Temperature opened his eyes.

He looked at the snow-white ceiling, a little light came in through the half-drawn curtains, he turned his head, and the electronic clock on the bedside table showed that it was less than six o'clock, he squinted his eyes, and suddenly a nerve in his brain moved slightly move generally——

'Why is there an electronic clock on my bedside table? '

His mind was cleared up a lot because of this thought, and then he remembered what happened to him after attending the class reunion yesterday, and turned over lightly. He was also awakened by his actions, and now he seemed to want to confirm something about him, just looking at the temperature, but did not speak.

This can be regarded as his trying to cover up, after all, even Ye Wen in normal times would not talk too much.

"I dreamed that I was talking to Tan Cheng for the first time," he explained honestly without waiting for Ye Wen to ask, his voice was hoarse as when he just woke up, he felt that Ye Wen's body under the quilt was slightly stiff, and couldn't help He stretched out his hand to hold Ye Wen's, and added with some reluctance, "I also dreamed about you, you interrupted everything, and you woke me up."

"...It would be great if I really did this." Ye Wen shook the hand back vigorously, and responded.

All scenes turn to yesterday afternoon——

"It's my choice to forget all of this." Wen Wen sat on the sofa in Ye Wen's house, holding a glass in his hand - almost no guests came back from Ye Wen's house, and he could still remember pouring a glass of water for him to warm him up A little surprised, he couldn't care too much about anything, he took a sip of water lightly, and his voice was very stable.

"I told you a long time ago that it's not your fault, and it's not my fault at the same time." Ye Wen seemed to have finally dared to speak. He got up and turned the temperature of the air conditioner on 22 degrees, and then turned on the air again. Humidifier, keeping an eye on the temperature, not missing any expression on his face.

Wen Wen instinctively avoided his gaze, and looked towards the ground by himself, his eyes gradually began to focus, but he never raised his head.

Ye Wen was also very patient, so he sat firmly on the single sofa not far from him. After some time, Ye Wen looked at the darkening sky outside the window, stood up slowly, and walked into the kitchen , hesitated for a moment, then opened the mouth and said:——

"Order takeaway?"

The temperature moved, and then handed out his mobile phone: "...I still have two discount coupons, use my mobile phone to call."

Ye Yan stretched out his hand to take it without seeing it, and paused with the other hand, reaching out to ruffle Wen Wen's hair.

Wen Wen didn't know how to behave, looked up at Ye Wen, and evoked a helpless smile.

"It's not worth it to make your mood fluctuate because of her." Ye Ming bowed his head and ordered the takeaway, and suddenly came such a sentence, he seemed to be the type who couldn't comfort others, and it was very rare to be able to hold back a sentence like this , After an afternoon, the sense of chaos in Wen Wen's mind gradually disappeared, and he also had time to sort out those memories that seemed to be extra, but he was relieved.

After all, the biggest hurdle he hadn't passed at the time was called 'Tan Cheng died', but now he found that this matter did not exist at all. This was a great comfort to his conscience or anything else.

However, Tan Cheng...

When the takeaway arrived, Yingdi Ye condescended to get up and opened the door to get the takeaway. He chose cold chicken rice noodles for Wen Wen, and seafood rice noodles for himself. Oak chopsticks, looking at the rice noodles in front of him, suddenly lost his appetite.

Ye Wen didn't relax his attention to him, but at this moment he sighed, and then asked him, "Do you eat seafood?"

Wen Wen nodded subconsciously. After all, he is not too picky about food, and he can accept any taste as long as he is not too curious.

Then, he was startled by Ye Wen's next move. He slowly picked up a chopsticks of rice noodles, which could be regarded as carefully handing it to Wen Wen's mouth. He didn't say anything, but the meaning couldn't be more obvious The temperature hesitated for a few seconds, but the probe still ate it. Ye Wen's movements were very stiff, and it was probably the first time he did it.

"It just so happens that I also eat shredded chicken and rice noodles." The moment he ate it, Ye Wen said softly.

The next thing finally became natural and logical. After a very long dinner, the two of them watched a movie on the crystal screen of Ye Wen’s house—a spy movie chosen by Wen Wen at random. A face with a shaved head quickly appeared and flicked across the screen.

"...I made a guest appearance in this movie." Ye Wen explained beside him, feeling that he was so stupid, Wen Wen smiled softly, and didn't know if it was because of a little bit that was inevitably revealed in Ye Wen's tone Excuse me, he turned the camera back a little, and looked at Ye Wen with the shaved head again.

Only then did it feel a little inconsistent, the protagonists were all wearing summer short-sleeved shorts, but Ye Wen was wearing a very rebellious and thick black jacket, he blinked.

"The character needs it." Ye Wen spoke abruptly, which made Wen Wen realize that he had accidentally said this sentence. He looked at Ye Wen, and Ye Wen continued, "It was summer when filming."

What Ye Wen didn't say was that it was the "hottest summer" in city A in the past ten years, and he almost suffered from heat stroke in order to shoot this scene, which only showed his face for a few tens of seconds.

Wen Wen looked at him, and then took the initiative to lean over, Ye Wen responded, kissed, hugged, everything became a matter of course.

But in the end, the temperature himself can be sure that nothing happened, even if...

The location becomes the bed.

The camera switched to the present, he thought, and rubbed his forehead, not knowing whether he should be thankful or regret that nothing happened.

He wanted to think about it, but he still didn't move. After all, it was not until six o'clock, and today was still the weekend. He turned around and faced the ceiling again. He closed his eyes, but found that he was no longer sleepy. He stretched out an arm and gently Hugging him, Ye Wen closed his eyes and kissed the corner of his lips, and then stopped moving, apparently fell asleep again.

Wen Wen quietly opened his eyes to look again, Ye Wen's sleeping face was quiet, and his heart was soft.

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