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When the plane landed in Qingdao, Wen Gu woke up just right, his slightly bewildered eyes turned around, landed on Sheng Zhixin, and reached out to pat him on the back: "Your waist is straight."

Sheng Zhixin trembled in fright, and quickly straightened his back.

"An idol looks like an old man in his [-]s or [-]s with a hunchback." Wen Gu sat up and took a sip of water, "What does it look like?"

Sheng Zhixin accepted his criticism with a guilty conscience, but his eyes lingered on those lips.

Because I drank water, it was stained with water droplets, and now it is shiny, and it looks... more kissable.

When he realized what he was thinking, Sheng Zhixin's face burned so badly that he could only lower his head to hide it, and stared at the variety show on the screen.

He was a little apprehensive, for fear that Wen Gu would find out his daring behavior after waking up and ask him to punish him, but Wen Gu didn't seem to notice his small movements, and everything was as usual.

It seemed that the kiss in the sun was just his own dream.

Sheng Zhixin heaved a sigh of relief, but also a little bit disappointed.

It would be great if Wen Gu liked him too.

But he knows that two-way secret love is very rare in the world, and he would have to be lucky to meet one.

In order to divert attention, Sheng Zhixin clicked on Weibo. As usual, he didn't dare to read the comments with red dots, and only read the private messages of the big fans of each other.

"Wendy the Devil" sent him a message about half an hour ago, saying that a friend who played music was going to celebrate his birthday, and asked him which cake he should choose.

Sheng Zhixin swiped down and chose a chocolate cream cake with a small guitar standing on it.

After he finished the selection, "Wendy the Devil" said thank you, but didn't reply.Bored, Sheng Zhixin stuffed his phone back into his pocket, came to the luggage conveyor belt in a daze, stared at the black belt and spit out all kinds of luggage over and over again.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't be doing this, but for some reason, after landing on the ground, the staff members of the same group scattered like birds and beasts, and ran away clean in a blink of an eye.The director called it saving time, but he didn't know where he was going.

As a result, several guests could only wait in front of the conveyor belt under the strange eyes of passers-by, waiting for their luggage to be spit out.

After sending off the first wave of fans, Lin Zijin gritted his teeth unbearably: "If Wen Gu can't let me have a good meal today, I will definitely tell his father all the stupid things he did."

Sheng Zhixin keenly grasped the key word "his father", and asked subconsciously, "Mr. Wen...his father?"

"Don't you know?" Lin Zijin's eyes fell on Sheng Zhixin, "Old Wen from Qingdao, this time the director of the program specially asked for his opinion and asked if he could go to his house. He just went He picked up his father at the gate of the airport, so he didn't come with us."

Sheng Zhixin let out an "oh", his brain obviously hadn't turned the corner, and he didn't react until he dragged the suitcase to the gate of Liuting Airport——

He was going to meet Wen Gu's father, and maybe his mother.

The thought frightened him terribly, and the hand holding the handle of the suitcase began to sweat profusely again.

He imagined many kinds of appearances of Wen Gu's father, but when he saw the real person, he was still surprised.

The genes of the Wen family should be very good. Father Wen's hair was combed meticulously with white in between, and he wore a pair of elegant tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of his nose. His phoenix eyes, which were exactly the same as Wen's, were less aggressive and more amiable.

Standing beside Wen's father, Wen Gu introduced these celebrity guests to him one by one. When Sheng Zhixin arrived, he paused subtly and said with a smile in his voice, "This is my student."

"You still teach students?" Father Wen pretended to be angry, but his eyes were full of smiles, "Don't let others spoil you."

Wen Gu didn't care about his father's dismantling, he took a few people into the car and sat in the co-pilot by himself.

Sheng Zhixin sat behind Wen Gu, and happened to be able to see half of Wen Gu's profile.

Father Wen was a talkative person, and he introduced the customs and customs of Qingdao to everyone along the way.Wen Gu responded casually, lowered his head and didn't know who he was sending a message to, but was glared at by Father Wen.

"Playing with the mobile phone in the car again," Wen's father said, "I have scolded you since I was a child, and I still don't change it now."

Wen Gu frowned: "It's work..."

"Work and work, can you be more busy than me?" Father Wen couldn't be more reasonable, "If my friend comes to play, I have to stay with me to the end even after putting off all my work. It's really rude."

Lin Zijin had already collapsed on his seat with laughter, almost dying, even Wu Tong couldn't help laughing, and accidentally laughed out loud.

With a smile in his eyes, Sheng Zhixin looked at Wen Gu, and found that a cluster of sunlight just came in from the co-pilot's window and fell on Wen Gu's eyelashes, as if his whole body was shining.

The sun in Qingdao seems to be like this. It is blazing but not hurting. It is a little warmer than other places. It shines on your skin not far or near, which is warm and not disgusting.

Sheng Zhixin looked at Wen Gu raptly, and suddenly felt that Wen Gu should be born like this.

In such a family and under the sun, he should be so wanton and warm, so many people like him.

Father Wen's car drove away from the urban area, finally crossed a street, and stopped under a small western-style building.

When Sheng Zhixin got out of the car, he realized that the roofs of the houses in this area were all red.The small western-style building of Wen Gu’s house is on a high terrain. Looking down, the red roofs cover the whole world, a bit like those houses written in fairy tales.

Just when he was in a daze, Wen Gu naturally picked up his suitcase and walked into the house.

Lin Zijin was fussy about it in the back: "Hey, Wen Gu, Teacher Wen, can you mention it for me too?"

Wen Gu gave him a sideways glance and didn't say anything, but he managed to make Lin Zijin hold back his stomach full of bad water, and obediently followed him into the house with his suitcase.

Although this western-style building looks a bit old from the outside, it is unexpectedly large inside. The walls are beige and there are not many furniture, but it is superior in its simplicity and elegance. It looks like a scholarly family.

As soon as Sheng Zhixin stepped into the living room, what caught his eyes was a family portrait.

He easily recognized the still young Wen Gu in the photo, but his eyes were immediately attracted by another person standing beside Wen Gu.

It was a woman with a dignified posture, dressed in an apricot-yellow cheongsam, like the spring greetings in early spring and March outside the window, her whole person exudes brilliance and enthusiasm from the inside out.

Wen Gu stood beside him at some point, and introduced: "That's my mother, she works in a song and dance troupe, and she will be home later."

Sheng Zhixin said "oh" subconsciously, and suddenly said, "You are more like an uncle."

"Really? That's what they all say," Wen Gu chuckled, "My mother has a lot of regrets about it, and thinks I'll look better if I look like her."

Sheng Zhixin felt sour when he heard the tenderness in his voice.

He also longs to have such a harmonious family, without quarreling, domestic violence and divorce, and can eat a meal cooked by his family when he returns home.

Maybe it was at Wen Gu's house, the photographers didn't dare to take random pictures, and stood in a row in the living room, as if they were being punished.

However, Father Wen was very hospitable, and greeted a few people: "Come, come, these comrades, please sit down, don't be cautious, everyone is a guest when you come..."

"Where's the pot in your kitchen? Leave it alone?" Standing beside him, Wen Gu sighed with a headache, and then watched his father step over two benches lying on the ground and run to the kitchen in a [-]-meter hurdle posture.

Wu Tong was originally an overly simple and honest person, now he was sitting in a row with the photographer, as if he was going to be interrogated, and he didn't dare to move.

Lin Zijin and Wen Jiashu came here often, and wandered around without being greeted by the host.

Wen Gu glanced at Sheng Zhixin who was standing beside him, and asked, "Do you want to go to the room where you live tonight?"

Before Sheng Zhixin answered, he saw Wen Gu walking towards the stairs.

The whole house has two floors, the first floor has three rooms besides the living room and the kitchen, and the second floor has five rooms, more than enough to accommodate a few of them.

Wen Gu opened the door with the key, and what greeted him was a bunch of golden sunshine.

Dazed by the sunlight, Sheng Zhixin squinted his eyes and looked indoors, but found many musical instruments.

The musical instruments include the erhu and guzheng, as well as the flutes and cucurbits hanging on the shelves, neatly arranged in a row.

His eyes were instantly attracted by those musical instruments, and he walked over involuntarily, only halfway through did he realize that this was someone's home, and he stopped halfway.

"This is the room I lived in when I was in school," Wen Gu said. "After working in Beijing, I seldom come back."

Sheng Zhixin caressed those musical instruments with his eyes, and said softly, "You know folk music."

"Be a little better, it's not as good as you," Wen Gu said, and followed into the house, "I just cleaned it up a few days ago, it might be a bit messy, don't dislike it."

How can you hate it?

As soon as Sheng Zhixin entered the door, he realized Wen Gu's purpose in arranging this room for him.

After all, other people present will not love folk music as much as I do.

Father Wen seemed to yell downstairs, and Wen Gu glanced at the stairs: "You can look around as you please, and I'll go down for a while."

Sheng Zhixin responded, and walked slowly to the desk, and found that the drawer was full of staves with music written on it.

The handwriting on it is far less chic than Wen Gu's now, with a little restraint and childishness, writing his own music line by line.

Sheng Zhixin looked down one by one, unknowingly turned to the bottom, and saw a mobile phone.

The mobile phone is an old Samsung, probably from five or six years ago, but it has been well preserved. There are no scratches on the uncoated screen. If it weren’t for the wear and tear on the back body, it would look like a new mobile phone .

Sheng Zhixin stared at the phone for a long time, then pressed the power button by accident.

And just as he expected, the screen only flashed once to inform that the battery was low, and then there was no sound.

Sheng Zhixin didn't believe in evil, he flipped through the remaining draft papers, and successfully found a data cable caught in a pile of papers.

He connected the data cable to the phone, charged it for about 5 minutes, and finally turned it on successfully.

The old Samsung's system ran slowly, and it took two or three minutes to display all the apps on the page.Sheng Zhixin scratched a few pages, and what he saw the most were all kinds of simple music arrangement software, most of which were in foreign languages. He didn't know how Wen Gu found the deciphered versions of these software back then.

He swiped again and turned to the last page of the app, but a dark blue icon caught his attention.

He is very familiar with that icon, and he is also very familiar with the two words below.