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At one o'clock in the morning, for some reason, Zhang Qiling, who was drunk again, hugged Wu Xie tightly. While Wang Meng was still in shock, he still secretly gossiped: Tsk tsk, something is wrong, what is it?

Before, Wu Xie had the courage to check who the figure outside the window was, only to find Zhang Qiling who was squatting outside and knocking on the glass, and after frantically letting the person in, before he wondered why his brother appeared in this way , was embraced by the wolf.

"Brother, brother?! How did you climb the window? How dangerous?! What's wrong with you!" They were on the 5th floor, and it was Amitabha God's blessing that his brother's drunken state did not lead to a tragedy!

Zhang Qiling was dazed, almost unconscious, even more drunk than on New Year's Eve.

Wu Xie struggled to pull him away, but was hugged tighter and tighter, and finally had no choice but to yell at Wang Meng: "Wang Meng, you are here to help!"

"Help? Why?" Wang Meng hugged the little bear and rubbed his eyes. He was still tired and crooked in the middle of the night, and he kept people from sleeping!

Wu Xienu: "Pull him away!"

"Are you sure?" Wang Meng said lazily.

Wu Xie gritted her teeth: "If you don't want to die, get over here quickly."

Wang Meng: ...

Half an hour later, Zhang Qiling was stripped naked by the two and stuffed into the quilt. Of course, Wu Xie left him his underwear.

After finishing everything, Wang Meng climbed into his bed sensiblely, but eavesdropped while pretending to be asleep.Zhang Qiling was very restless, but it was limited to shaking his head twice in his dream. Wu Xie sighed and got into bed.

For Zhang Qiling's sudden appearance, Wu Xie was both surprised and scared. He turned his head to look at the face that he had rubbed against him as soon as he got into the bed, and suddenly felt that this person who had always been strong was actually very fragile.

Wu Xie didn't know why his brother drank so much wine, but he was inexplicably sad.

The night passed quickly, but Wu Xie didn't sleep much. Fortunately, they didn't have classes the next day, so they could stay out of bed.

In the early morning, Wang Meng went to class with his book in his arms. Before he left, he woke up Wu Xie, saying that he bought buns for them and put them on the table, and the water in the thermos was fresh. up.

Wu Xie thanked him in a daze, turned over and slipped into Zhang Qiling's arms to catch up on sleep, and Zhang Qiling also closed his eyes and turned sideways, with one arm stretched out to rest on Wu Xie's shoulder, blue and black lines spread from his shoulder Come.

Standing by the bed, Wang Meng was flustered in the wind, secretly slandering: It's really ah, tsk tsk.

After class in the morning, Wang Meng didn't want to eat when the cafeteria was the most crowded, so he went back to the dormitory with his books in his arms, but when he opened the door, he saw Wu Xie sitting at the table as if he had just woken up Chewing buns, and Zhang Qiling was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze with his back bare and wearing only a pair of pajama pants.

"Little Boss, you guys are too decadent?! Are you just getting up?" Wang Meng leaned over to Zhang Qiling and said enviously while complaining, "But, little boss, brother, you have a really good figure, how did you train? Teach me~"

Wu Xie despised him: "My brother was born with that, so don't think about it."

Wang Meng pouted: "Cut, what kind of innate... don't want to say it~"

Wu Xie ignored him, threw the last bun in his mouth into his mouth, then stood up and opened the window for ventilation, and at the same time said to Zhang Qiling: "Brother, put on some, I'll open the window for a while."

"I don't... hiccup!... cold." Zhang Qiling hiccupped.

Wu Xie looked back at him in a daze, and then looked at the window she had just opened. This is... caught a cold?

Zhang Qiling calmly found a piece of clothing and put it on, then shook his body, obviously hiccupped again, although it didn't make a sound...

"Brother?" Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling in surprise, and asked, "Are you hiccupping? Do you want some hot water?"

Zhang Qiling's body shook again, and he nodded silently.

Wu Xie bulged her cheeks to hold back her laughter, quickly poured a cup of hot water, and then closed the window smoothly.

Zhang Qiling hiccupped uninterruptedly, feeling inexplicably ashamed.

At this time, Wu Xie carefully sat down with hot water in his hands, and said with a smile: "It should be blowing hard, drink some hot water and it will be fine, be careful of getting hot."

Zhang Qiling took the water cup, but his body was shaken violently, and the hot water was spilled on his hand...

"Ah!" Wu Xie was startled, and quickly took the water over: "Brother, is it hot?"

Zhang Qiling frowned slightly, he was not afraid of being hot, but this completely uncontrollable feeling made him feel very strange, uncomfortable, and ashamed!

Wu Xie took Zhang Qiling's hand and looked at it carefully, and was relieved when she saw that there were no blisters. Then she looked at Zhang Qiling who was still hiccupping, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. The paralyzed hiccupping was really joyful, but she still couldn't laugh.

"Drink... hiccup!... water." Zhang Qiling said.

"puff--"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Wu Xie finally couldn't hold back, and even rolled over on the bed with Wang Meng laughing.

When Wu Xie and Wang Meng finally calmed down, Zhang Qiling's hiccups healed. He helplessly looked at Wu Xie who was laughing out of tears, but he became more determined in his heart, never leaving him, never.

As if challenging Wu Sanxing, Zhang Qiling stayed with Wu Xie all day at Peking University. In the evening, the two of them strolled around the campus, the setting sun shone warmly on their bodies, and the breath of spring gradually became stronger.

"Brother, why were you so drunk yesterday?" Wu Xie was strutting and walking, a small stone bounced under his feet and rolled to the front.

Zhang Qiling put it in his pocket, thought for a while and said, "It's about the company."

"Oh." Wu Xie nodded, believing him.

"Hmm..." Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie, hesitantly took out a photo from his pocket, and said, "This one has always been with me."

Wu Xie took it over and saw that it was the family portrait left by his parents. He looked at it carefully for a while, then handed it back to Zhang Qiling, and said, "Brother, please keep it for me. I can't tell with my sloppy temper." God lost it."

Zhang Qiling didn't insist, put away the photos again, walked a few more steps, and asked, "Miss them?"

Wu Xie was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "It's okay, it's been so many years, and I don't seem to feel anything anymore."

When Wu Xie said this, his mood was indeed calm. He once resented the parents who abandoned him, but after so many years of growth and tempering, he finally let go.

"Brother, what about you?" Wu Xie turned around and asked Zhang Qiling: "After you found your family, were you particularly happy? Uh... I mean after putting aside those unpleasant things."

Zhang Qiling was silent. He didn't know how to answer this question, because for Wu Xie, no matter how much suffering and torture he had endured in the Zhang family, he had finally returned to his relatives. What should we do?

But if the answer is happy...you're lying to him again.

"Fortunately, I don't feel too much." Thinking over and over again, Zhang Qiling decided to follow Wu Xie's words.

As a result, Wu Xie laughed, but didn't take it seriously.

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