Seasonal season

Yu Hang turned on the light in the kitchen and asked Wenxi if he wanted some water.

Wenxi wanted to do it herself, but failed to pour a drop of water from the thermos.

"It's really a bachelor's day, why don't you have anything?"

After boiling water, Yu Hang opened the cupboard and asked Wenxi to choose coffee or tea.

The kitchen is clean, so clean that there is no oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.There are not coffee, tea, or various snacks in the cupboard, including buckets of instant noodles.Yu Hang said, this is very convenient, throw away after eating, no need to wash the dishes.

Wenxi couldn't help admiring this glamorous rich second generation.There was only one bowl, one plate, and one spoon in the cupboard.Yu Hang washed a porcelain cup several times and scalded it with boiling water before pouring water for him.

Wenxi thought, the lips have been touched, it is a bit artificial to be so careful.

Yu Hang shook the coffee can: "You really don't drink coffee?"

"Don't drink, or you won't be able to sleep tonight."

Yu Hang took him to the living room: "I won't go to work tomorrow."

"I can't sleep well and have a headache the next day."

At home, the game is quickly forgotten.Before the water was cold, Yu Hang took him to visit the house first.

When Wenxi found that he had connected the two bedrooms into one, he unconsciously thought: This person is very insecure.

In the room next to the master bedroom, the light is as bright as day, and there is a row of fluffy cushions along the wall, which is said to be a practice room.

Wenxi was puzzled: "In the practice room, don't you need a mirror?"

After visiting around, I found that there is no other place in the room except for a bathroom mirror in the guest bathroom.

Yu Hang was embarrassed to say that he was afraid, but he was indeed afraid.It was also for this purpose that the TV was placed in the master bedroom at the beginning. He would not be so nervous that he would sit alone in the huge living room and watch TV.As for the guest bedroom, anyway, when he practices, he only follows his feelings. If another self is reflected on the wall, he will feel horrified.

"It's inconvenient to have such a big mirror at home."

Wenxi didn't intend to look at his master bedroom.It was a private venue, and I always felt a kind of indescribable awkwardness.But the peculiar design of the room makes people inadvertently break into the forbidden area.

There is a big bed in the room, facing the TV.The bedside table is a bit messy, and a few picture albums are placed on it.There is an extremely wide bay window, and there are several cushions on the floral cloth cushions.There are pajamas hanging on the mahogany hangers, and several posters are pasted on the wall.In the corner near the bathroom, there is a display cabinet, which displays violins, books, picture albums, and several cameras.

Wenxi took a look: "Do you collect these things?"

Yu Hang leaned against the wall: "The violin and the picture book are all learned when I was a child. They are useless and reluctant to give them away, so I keep them."

"You can play the violin?"

Yu Hang nodded, opened the door of the display cabinet, and took out an erhu from the cabinet below: "I can still play this."

Wenxi was a little curious: "How many talents do you know?"

Yu Hang smiled wryly: "It's all forced out."

Speaking of sitting on the ground, he played a song of Erquan Yingyue.

Wenxi has no understanding of music, but this piece of music is still familiar.I don’t know how many times I have heard it in elementary school music class, so I joked: “Take another cardboard box, sit on the street, and you can start working.”

Yu Hang stretched out his foot to hook him: "Can you say something decent?"

Half an hour later, when those who should visit visited and what they should drink, Yu Hang remembered: "I forgot to bring the milk tea I bought."

"Forget it." Wenxi looked at the time, "I'll go back after playing with you for a while, save yourself a drink."

Yu Hang said nothing about this.

The TV is in the bedroom, so the place where they fight monsters must also be in the bedroom.When Yu Hang asked Wenxi to sit cross-legged on the bed to play, he was extremely awkward.

Although they are all people who have slept, what can they do if they sit on someone's bed for a while?But there was a lump in his heart, as soon as he saw the soft bed, he couldn't stop himself from thinking about those things on the bed.

As a result, when fighting monsters, Yu Hang yelled non-stop, and he stopped cooking every now and then.

Yu Hang threw the remote control away: "I didn't expect you to be so good. It's boring to play like this."

Wenxi had long lost interest, got up and said, "It's getting late, I'm going home."

Yu Hang thought he was angry: "I mean this is not fun, why not change it. Change to something you are good at?"

"I'm good at sleeping."

"It's simple." Yu Hang patted his bed, "Isn't there? You sleep."

"I'm not kidding with you. I really have to go back. My dad doesn't know where I went."

"You don't like being with me that much?"

Wenxi opened her mouth and closed it again, not knowing how to answer.This guy was always asking questions that were overwhelming.And what exactly he meant, Wenxi has not figured out until now.You must have comprehended too much, not only would you be embarrassed, but you might not even have to be friends; don't think about it in a wrong way, and you will be teased by him again.

I am not reconciled to leaving, and I am not reconciled to staying.

When did he, Song Wenxi, ever feel timid, and when did he hesitate?But when facing Yu Hang's pitiful persuasion, he half sat on the side of the bed and said with some embarrassment: "It's really late..."

Yu Hang pulled his body back, leaned against the head of the bed in a fit of anger, hugged his legs, and turned sideways, neither looking at him nor talking to him.

Every time he sees him angry, Wenxi wants to see his ID card. Is this guy really an adult?

Wenxi didn't want to provoke him, so she didn't speak anymore, and wanted to leave quietly.

Yu Hang said behind his back: "If I were a woman, you wouldn't be so anxious to go back, would you?"

Hearing this, Wen Xi really wanted to bang his head against the wall!This thread of love that is constantly being cut and messed up is so entangled that he doesn't know why.

Both want to rely on each other, but are afraid that the other party will see their own thoughts.They all think that the other party regards themselves as friends, and they can't imagine anything.But friends don't have such worries at all, okay?These two seemingly mature and experienced people have their own sincerity and hidden worries that need to be hidden in the barren interpersonal relationship. Therefore, they can't break the window paper, and don't want to leave each other too far. It's really entangled.

From Yu Hang's point of view, he was so anxious that he wanted to push this person down on the bed and rape him severely.Make you so dull, make you so incomprehensible!As an editor, I can't even figure out this thought, I'm so unprofessional.

But to Wenxi, what does it matter if I stay here?Just like that kiss, it may not mean anything to people who are engaged in literature and art.But for him, at least he should give an explanation, is it impulsive, emotional or just etiquette?

I don't know why with him, but my father started to feel a little uneasy because of Yu Hang's relationship.He couldn't fall into it with wishful thinking, and turned around to find that this young master just needed a playmate who could accompany him through the lonely years.If you know this and still devote yourself to it, then you are not Song Wenxi, and you are not the person who knew how to wrap up his true feelings since he was a child.

"It has nothing to do with this."

"What's that about?"

Wenxi raised his phone: "It's related to time."

"Then, stay with me for a while?"

Wenxi looked at his begging eyes and was speechless for a moment.The radiant person on the stage actually longed for himself with this kind of eyes.His heart softened, and he sat back on the bed: "Still playing games?"

"No, just talk."

Because of Wenxi's kindness, Yu Hang wanted to repay him.Against objections, he ran out in his pajamas, ran down to the garage to get the two glasses of almond milk and cottage cheese, rushed in again, and asked if he wanted to warm it up.

Wenxi didn't want to cause trouble, so she just hugged the cup and sat on the bay window with this capricious young master, chatting while looking at the scenery outside.

"Remember the lights we saw on the hilltop in Ring Park? That's it."

Wenxi said: "How beautiful the scenery can be in the city? The real scenery is the people."

"Then no one will see my landscape."

Wenxi held the paper cup and looked at the half-frozen milk in the cup: "No matter how bad the scenery is, someone will watch it, but there is really no one, and I still have myself. I am lonely."

Yu Hang smiled: "You are mocking me."

"I compliment you."

Yu Hang took a sip of milk tea: "Who will believe it?"

Wenxi suddenly said in an extremely gentle tone: "No matter what others think, I think so. Because, you are my best friend, and I hope you are happy."

Yu Hang's hand holding the cup felt a little uncomfortable.This sounded like a confession, Gu Zi smiled very reassuringly.

But Wenxi thought he was thinking of his parents, so he spoke to comfort him.Only in terms of family, he will not hide his sincerity.The past is in the past, in a way, they have come out.But the emotional wreckage that remains inside is like the radiation left after a nuclear explosion.The radiation produced by the explosion of love is inestimable, and it may be worth a lifetime, which cannot be let go.

He thought that if his mother came back one day, he would not choose tolerance and relief.