The cultivated Omega has become an A

Shen Wenxu didn't leave until dark, and even had dinner.

When the strength of the medicine came up, Fu Anyang didn't care about him anymore, and fell into a deep sleep.In the evening, I woke up sweating all over, the heat subsided, and my spirit recovered a lot.

Aunt Song came to knock on the door and reminded them to go downstairs for dinner.Fu Anyang went to the bathroom adjacent to the room to take a shower, changed into dry home clothes, wiped his hair twice, and saw Shen Wenxu answering the phone.

Ye Jiahe asked him if he would go back to the company to work overtime at night.

Although he liked this bedroom very much, Shen Wenxu sighed regretfully, "Understood, I will go back after dinner."

Fu Anyang said casually, "Are you in the family?"

"Jiahe." Shen Wen said.

Fu Anyang was stunned for a moment, and then remembered again: "Is it the person at the same table as you?"

"It's him, yes... Yanyan is here."

Shen Wenxu turned on the speakerphone, held up the phone towards him, "Do you want to talk?"

Both inside and outside the phone said in unison: "No need!"

Shen Wenxu laughed, and when he turned off the speakerphone and wanted to continue talking, he saw him standing there with his wet head on his head from the corner of his vision, "I need to dry my hair so that I won't catch a cold again."

Fu Anyang didn't take it seriously: "I'll do it myself later."

"Want me to help you?"

"……Need not!"

"Yeah." Shen Wenxu looked at him with a smile, "Then go and blow dry."

"..."

Why can a smiling expression be so scary.

Sure enough, squinting eyes are monsters.

"troublesome."

Fu Anyang reluctantly returned to the bathroom, and when he came out after drying his hair, he had already ended the call.The two went downstairs to have dinner together.

Hearing Shen Wenxu saying that he was going to leave after dinner, Aunt Song felt a little pity: "It's not safe on the road after dark. How nice it is to stay here, and go to school with Yan Yan tomorrow morning."

"Don't worry about Auntie, a car will come to pick me up later." Holding the bowl, he said sincerely, "The porridge is very fresh, your cooking skills are really good."

"I'm good at cooking porridge and soup."

Aunt Song said cheerfully, "You are at the age when you need nutrition, eat more."

After she left for a while, Fu Anyang lowered his voice and said, "Aunt Song doesn't seem to recognize you anymore."

Shen Wenxu mentioned before that when he was a child, he also ate meals cooked by Aunt Song at his home.

"It's not surprising. We've only met a few times. I left her not long after she came to work at your house." Shen Wenxu smiled nonchalantly, "I don't have much impression of her. If you didn't call her 'Aunt Song', Probably won't recognize her either."

Looking at the long dining table in front of him, which can accommodate at least ten people to eat together, he felt a little familiar.

Fu Anyang's parents hadn't divorced when he was a child, so he always sat alone at this ridiculously long dining table to eat.After so many years, they still have to eat alone. It seems that the parents have not improved much.

"You didn't live here before, did you? I didn't live for a long time." Seeing his scrutinizing eyes, Fu Anyang took the initiative to say, "My parents divorced when I was in junior high school, and then I moved here with my mother."

Shen Wenxu nodded, "Well, this is my first time here."

Fu Anyang asked again, "When I was a child... In your eyes, what did my family look like?"

This was the part he'd always wanted to know.But Chu Qian didn't say it, and Aunt Song was always vague.

After careful consideration, Shen Wenxu replied: "There is a lot of space, but there are very few people. I can often hear your voice, which is a bit noisy."

"..." Very specific details.

"I didn't go out of the room very much at that time, only you came to play with me. So I rarely saw your parents."

"Is that so?"

Fu Anyang stirred the bottom of the bowl with a spoon, and finished the last mouthful of porridge in silence.It wasn't until Shen Wenxu looked over that he said in a muffled voice, "Maybe it's because they seldom go home."

His family relationship was not harmonious, and it probably didn't start to have problems since junior high school.The family has been reluctant to tell him clearly, it is probably a bad memory.

But even with that kind of memory, he still wants to know, "I'll go back to my old home to have a look when I'm free, maybe I can remember something."

Shen Wenxu paused for a while when he heard the words, put down the spoon and touched his forehead with the back of his hand.

Fu Anyang shook his head and shook his hand away, "What are you doing... I didn't say that because of a fever."

"Fever is actually a self-protection mechanism. Your immune cells are working hard to kill the virus."

Shen Wenxu said slowly, "Is there that possibility? Forgetting what happened before is also similar self-protection. You subconsciously don't want yourself to remember."

"I thought so too."

Fu Anyang used a fork to poke the cut peaches, the flesh was fresh and tender, and it turned into sweet juice when he sipped it on the tip of his tongue, "But that was me before. 'Now' is what I am now."

"Right now, I'd rather regret it after I know it than just be kept in the dark."

It wasn't too difficult for him to figure it out.Fu Anyang ate two more bites in succession, only to realize that Shen Wenxu had been looking at him with complicated eyes, "What's wrong?"

"I'm reminiscing." Shen Wenxu exclaimed, "You just said something very handsome."

After dinner, he notified the driver who came to pick him up, and Fu Anyang sent him to the gate of the yard.

"That's right." Before getting into the car, Shen Wenxu turned around and told him, "Don't come to school next time or if you have other things, remember to tell me."

"I don't want to hear about you from anyone else."

"Others" refers to Xia Yutian and the three of them.Fu Anyang frowned slightly, "They are mine—"

"—compared to them." Shen Wenxu interrupted him.

"I wish you would trust me more."

Maybe he didn't even notice, his voice was a little lower, with slight displeasure.Fu Anyang was startled, before he had time to say anything else, he saw his expression brighten up again, smiled and waved his hand to get into the car.

"See you at school tomorrow~"

"……Oh."

Fu Anyang watched his car drive out of sight, turned around and returned to the room, and was asked by Aunt Song, "Is it a new friend you made in high school?"

"Hmm... that's it."

"Auntie looks very kind. He is a nice young man, right? Are you getting along well?"

"good."

The main living room returned to its usual emptiness and quietness. He didn't stay downstairs anymore, and went upstairs muttering, "You're okay, but you always say some strange things... by the way, auntie."

He stopped on the stairs, and was going to say, "Don't tell my mom that a classmate came to see me", but he seemed to think of something, and then changed his words: "Don't tell my mom that I'm sick and asked for leave today."

"What's there to hide?" Aunt Song said distressedly, "I originally planned to make a phone call at night. Of course she will care about you when you are sick."

"I don't want her to worry." Fu Anyang said.

Such a reason would seem more plausible than a deliberate confession that she should hide a visit from a classmate from her employer.

"Oh." Aunt Song said helplessly without doubt, "Okay, Auntie knows. Go and rest, you have to go to school tomorrow."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Fu Anyang went back to the bedroom and closed the door, sat by the bed for a while, feeling that the room was so quiet that it was boring.I don't want to be a quiz machine tonight, so I turned on my phone with interest at this time to read the unanswered messages.

Skipping the 99+ group chat, he reported to the small group of four that he was safe, and saw that Shen Wenxu also sent a message.just 1 minute ago.

[boo: /images/]

It was a photo of me being wet by a fountain in the music square yesterday, and I was still captured in such a distressed state, which can be called black history.

[sunset:...]

[sunset: delete it for me]

[Shh: I don't]

[Hush: Very cute ^_^ Keep it as a souvenir]

Why is this guy so funny.Fu Anyang said to himself, "Lovely, you uncle... You must be using it as an excuse to threaten me."

But it could give him a hint.

[sunset: Do you have any other photos?Childhood]

[sunset: Anything is fine, I want to see it]

[Hush: I really want to see it too]

[Shh: I'm sorry I don't have any photos of you when you were young, nothing of the sort]

Is there nothing?

Fu Anyang was a little disappointed.The photo albums he could find were all serious ones, and they were probably taken as a routine every year on birthdays.Other than that, there are no more life-like photos.

[Shh: But we had a group photo, and I kept it with you]

[Hush: Do you still keep it? ]

"... a group photo?"

Fu Anyang's eyes lit up for a moment.Although I haven't seen this photo yet, I can't bear to say "I don't remember" anymore.

[sunset: Next time I go back to my old home to look for it]

[Hush: ^_^]

He didn't continue to chat, he clicked on the photo just now, and took a few more glances.At that time, I was wet by the fountain to help a boy with slippery feet next to me.The boy was also included in the picture.

The more Fu Anyang looked at it, the more familiar it became.

**

In the classroom the next day, Fu Anyang asked Xia Yutian in a rare way: "Do you have any photos of your boyfriend? Show me."

"Who? My boyfriend?"

Xia Yutian was flattered, "Of course there are a lot... You actually started to take the initiative to care about my private life! Is everything okay here? Don't you have a fever yesterday?"

No matter how everyone wants to touch their heads.Fu Anyang opened his hand in disgust, "Hurry up, the head teacher will come later."

"Here. Both of our photos are in this album."

When Xia Yutian was showing off before, he also sent photos to the small group, so I have a little impression.

In order to make sure that he was not dazzled to admit his mistake, Fu Anyang read several pictures in succession.Remove the beauty effect, the person who is very close to Xia Yutian in the photo has a high degree of overlap with the boy who appeared in the black history.

He returned the phone to Xia Yutian, "Are you guys together on weekends?"

"No. I went out to play all day on Saturday, and I was at home on the weekend to catch up with homework."

"I saw a guy who looked like him at the aquarium over the weekend."

"Excuse me, it's true or not."

"Well, it should be him." Fu Anyang said without much hesitation, "but at that time he was with another person of similar age."

After a pause, he added, "Holding hands together."

Be intimate.

That's enough to say.Brother is careless but not really stupid to careless.

Xia Yutian was silent for a moment, "Let me ask."

He didn't say anything about it again for a few days.Fu Anyang knew in his heart that he was probably close to ten, but he was still laughing and joking as usual, and he was not sure if he was really okay or pretending to be strong.

Besides that, there was another one to deal with.

After realizing that Fu Anyang would soften towards him because he felt indebted, Shen Wenxu became even more clingy.The two were inseparable in school, and the posts on the forum had become their cp record posts.There are too many materials, and they are almost updated every day.

Even a person like Yan Jing who is not very keen on gossip was applauded by the little sister, who followed the post half-pushed and half-knocked, "Does he like you?"

"He likes my ass!"

Fu Anyang couldn't bear it anymore: "He thinks about blackmailing me every day!!"

From having to buy the same dishes in the cafeteria, to using the same brand of pens for writing, it has evolved to the point where I even want to wear the same style of clothes and shoes as him under the school uniform.

Who wants to discuss what color underwear is while eating!

Those who were forced to agree to go shopping for new clothes on the weekend with a soft heart at noon have already regretted it.

The so-called good friends have no sympathy.Guan Qilu made an excited voice beside her.

"He ran away! He chased! They are all hard to fly!"

"..."

With a ghostly bgm!

"I think you've adapted well to being clinging to him."

Pushing his glasses rigorously, he sees through everyday, "If it's really annoying, just ignore him."

Fu Anyang talked more.Although most of the time is complaining - especially the complaints about Shen Wenxu.But the whole person is much more lively than when he first started school.

Although she didn't have a good impression of Shen Wenxu, it is undeniable that she had a good influence on her friends.I didn't say much.

"Forced to adapt."

It would be embarrassing for him to confess that he had something to fall into his hands. Fu Anyang reiterated: "I like that kind of cute girl."

"When you smile, your eyes are crescent-shaped, preferably with dimples, sweet and innocent."

The image of "that" girl had exhausted his descriptive powers.Guan Qilu sighed pitifully, "Do I still have to wear a white dress and have long hair fluttering?"

"What kind of classic shape is this first love in the world? It sounds like the imagination of an innocent teenager."

Fu Anyang: "Go do your homework!"

It was only a little bit away from embarrassment and anger.

Guan Qilu and Yan Jing looked at each other and laughed out loud. Just as they were about to turn around, they heard a voice of resentment.

"I understand, gentlemen."

Xia Yutian held the phone, with an indignant and sad expression on his face, "A friend sent me information. I'm going to catch rape on the street this weekend."

"..."

Guan Qilu sighed: "Sorrow goes with the flow."

"It can be regarded as doing something useful." Yan Jing said.

She had already seen some clues when the two were together, but people who fell in love would not listen to persuasion.It's no surprise that it has developed to this point.

Xia Yutian snorted weakly.His little boyfriend was still lying, and when they met during the lunch break, his little face smiled like a flower, and he spoke impeccably.

If it hadn't been for Fu Anyang's unintentional break-through, and he had asked his friends from the school over there to ventilate, he didn't know how long he would be kept secret.

It took him a week to make up his mind to accept the facts, and he was also annoyed by the information that he went out on a date behind his back: "Catch him and see how he can quibble! Yanyan will accompany me to catch the rape!"

"I understand the truth, and I support you mentally."

Fu Anyang tried to pull his arm out of his arms, "Why do you want me to go too."

"It was you who brought me the bad news! I don't care! Be responsible to me!"

"..."

At this moment, Shen Wenxu came over with the exercise book again.

Last time I said that I was serious about being the same deskmate in the monthly exam ranking. Recently, when he was free after class, he would come over with a workbook to ask questions, and the four of them were no strangers to it.

Diligence is worthy of recognition, but IQ is slightly lacking.The questions asked are changed to different soups but not medicines, and the same pattern is actually asked two or three times frequently.

Obviously looking at people is very clever.The example routines were also explained to him clearly, how could he not do it with a slight change of tricks.

According to the frequency of asking questions, let alone the top ten in age, Fu Anyang was worried that he would drag the class down.