he is afraid, he pretends

The university holiday dates in City A are basically the same, but the examination schedules for different majors are different.

Wu Lupal finished all the subjects at the end of December and never left, waiting for Wu Luming to return to City B together after the exam.

Wu Luming's last exam is on the 5th.

Unlike the college students who have nothing to do after the exam, the period at the end of the semester can be regarded as Wen Siyuan's busiest period in the whole semester.

Wu Luming knew that Wen Siyuan was busy, so he stayed for two more days. On the day he left, he didn't ask Wen Siyuan to send him off, and took a taxi with Wu Lupalm.

College students leave early for the holidays, and there will be almost a month before the Chinese New Year after returning home.

Wen Siyuan came back home just before the end of the year.

The day he went back happened to be the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, and every household in the town was rushing to clean up.

The taxi stopped in front of the house, and as soon as he leaned out of the car, he saw his mother was stepping on the external air conditioner on the second floor and performing flying.

Wen Siyuan frowned slightly, and closed the car door without making a sound.

He went into the house and put his backpack in the living room on the first floor, walked up to the second floor and turned straight into the room where his mother was flying.

After entering the room, seeing his mother saw him, he took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the woman outside the window.

Jiang Yuanhui was quite happy to see her son at first, but the next second she saw his movements, she put away the rag in her hand and stepped into the house: "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Siyuan stepped forward without changing his face: "Keep the certificate, and Dad will show it to him when he comes back tonight."

Jiang Yuanhui stepped on the window to reach the plastic chair in front of the window.

The hand she was carrying the rag rested on the window, and the other hand she held to reach the leg of the stool.

Wen Siyuan happened to go to the window and raised his hand to help him.

Jiang Yuanhui got off the stool with his arm, and the leg he supported at first was slightly lame.

After she stood firmly, she replied to Wen Siyuan's words: "This is the second floor."

"Well, so it's okay to show Dad."

Jiang Yuanhui opened her mouth, not knowing whether she couldn't argue or was too lazy to argue, and finally just complained: "You father and son are of the same virtue."

Wen Siyuan didn't bother, and took the rag from Jiang Yuanhui's hand.

Jiang Yuanhui didn't seem to have any intention of arguing, and before Wen Siyuan stepped on the stool, he said "be careful", and then stuck his head out of the window and shouted to the next room: "Wen Kechen, Wen Kexin, your brother came back!"

Before the words entered the depths of the alley, the door next door was quickly opened, and first a little girl with a mushroom head poked her head out.

As soon as the little girl poked her head out, a little boy about seven or eight years old ran out from behind, followed by a long-haired girl who looked exactly like him.

The two walked towards the room where Wen Siyuan was, and turned to the little boy Wen Kechen who was in the front, and said, "Qiao Qiao, we will come to play with you at night."

With a bit of reluctance in his words, Wen Kexin grabbed his collar, and he finally turned his head and walked properly.

When Wen Siyuan got home at three o'clock in the afternoon, he accompanied his mother to clean up and down the house, just in time for his father to come home.

Wen Qi is nearly fifty years old, but he can still see a five-point resemblance with Wen Siyuan in his appearance.

Both father and son are not talkative people. After dinner, Jiang Yuanhui took the two younger ones to chat next door.

Wen Qicheng took a bottle of white, and sat at the chess table at home with Wen Siyuan to play chess.

In the middle of the chess game, Wen Qicheng suddenly said, "Your mind is not on the chess game."

Wen Siyuan responded calmly.

He was really out of his mind.

After Wu Luming returned to City B, he would make a video call to him after dinner every day.

Even if you don't play video sometimes, you will definitely make a phone call.

The last time before was 7 o'clock.

It's almost eight o'clock now, and the phone is still silent and there is no movement.

The last wechat chat between the two was a message sent by Wen Siyuan at seven o'clock that they had finished their meal.

Wen Qicheng thought it was his son who was tired from a long day's work, so he didn't continue, and asked Wen Siyuan to go to rest early.

Wen Siyuan didn't refuse, and went back to the room with his mobile phone.

The people in the town are basically single-family houses. Their house has five floors. His parents live on the second floor, and he and his two small rooms are on the third floor.

Wen Siyuan used to take a shower first thing after returning home.

But today he stood by the door holding his mobile phone for a while, instead of packing up and going into the bathroom, he walked to the single sofa opposite the bed and sat down, clicked on the chat box with Wu Luming, thought for a while, and made a video call.

As soon as the phone rang three times, it was hung up on the other side.

Wen Siyuan was stunned for a moment, and before he could think about it, he called back quickly.

When Wen Siyuan connected the phone, the screen instantly went black.

It was Wu Luming's side that was pitch black.

Wu Luming's voice quickly rang through the phone: "Well, Brother Yuan."

His voice was hoarse, with a vague nasal sound, as if he had just woken up.

"Sleeping?" Wen Siyuan asked.

In the video, there was a sound of skin rubbing against the quilt.

After a while, Wu Luming seemed to realize that Wen Siyuan couldn't see, so he said, "Yes."

The image on the opposite side was always pitch black, and only with the light of the mobile phone, Wu Luming's half-closed eyes could be seen.

And Wu Luming didn't seem to have any intention of turning on the light.

Wu Luming's soft breathing came from the phone.

Wen Siyuan had just drank two small glasses of white wine with Wen Qicheng, not much, but it was a bit of a burn later.

He unbuttoned his coat and heard Wu Luming's voice: "Brother Yuan, have you had dinner yet?"

"Eat at seven o'clock, I sent you a message."

The phone was quiet for a while.

"Ah, I fell asleep, so I didn't see it." Wu Luming's voice was still muffled.

This time it was Wen Siyuan's turn to be quiet for a while.

Different from Wu Luming's side, Wen Siyuan's room was turned on with the light on, and the phone was facing his face, so any expression on his face at the moment could be clearly captured by the phone.

During the short period of silence, the camera on Wu Luming's side suddenly flickered twice.

After the shaking, Wu Luming seemed to want to speak, but just as he made a sound, Wen Siyuan said first: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Wen Siyuan asked after careful identification for a while.

Although Wu Luming's voice sounded like he had just woken up, but if he listened carefully, he could hear an unconcealable weakness hidden under that voice, and it even seemed a bit forbearing.

Wu Luming answered quite quickly this time: "A little bit, it's raining in City B today."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Wen Siyuan to say anything else, he leaned closer to the phone, and a hoarse voice came out softly: "I went to bed late last night, and I'm still sleepy now, Brother Yuan, please read to me. I want to sleep straight until dawn."

Wen Siyuan looked at Wu Luming's looming mouth on the screen, agreed without much hesitation, got up and took a travel note from the bookshelf in the bedroom.

It was half an hour after confirming that Wu Luming had fallen asleep.

Wen Siyuan didn't hang up the video, but put his phone on the bed, took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

When he came out of the shower and saw that Wu Luming was still sound asleep, he hung up the video and went back to the bathroom to dry his hair.

It's past nine o'clock to dry my hair.

As soon as Wen Siyuan put away the hair dryer, he heard footsteps and Jiang Yuanhui's obviously lowered voice from outside.

It was to tell the two little ones to be quiet when they went back to the house, saying that their elder brother was very tired today, so don't disturb his rest.

In fact, even if you don't tell me, you won't be bothered.

Although Wen Siyuan's room was on the same floor as the two younger ones, there was at least ten meters of distance between them. Even if the two younger ones demolished their own room, Wen Siyuan would not hear it.

He was indeed a little tired today, so he didn't go out to say more, and lay down on the bed after leaving the bathroom.

When he closed his eyes, he felt drowsy, but in his waking consciousness, Wen Siyuan almost couldn't help thinking that Wu Luming's voice in the video just now seemed to be different from the usual weakness with a headache in rainy days.

It seems to be more unbearable.

At two o'clock in the morning, Wen Siyuan sat up from the bed in a startled sweat.

He frowned tightly, and took a big breath of fresh air, obviously not yet fully out of the dream.

It took a while, until he saw the moonlight pouring on the bookshelf in the bedroom, he realized that he was sleeping in the room where he grew up.

The picture I saw just now was a dream, a fake.

But this recognition did not make his brows relax.

He sat quietly on the bed for a long time, but instead of going back to sleep, he got up and walked to the bed in the bedroom, and opened the window.

Just after taking a breath of fresh air full of chill, a slightly surprised voice came from the side: "Wen Siyuan?"

Wen Siyuan looked towards the source of the sound.

It was the house that Wen Kechen and Wen Kexin came out of in the afternoon.

The single-family houses in the town are all next to each other, and the rooms on the same floor can directly reach the windows next door.

The light in Wen Siyuan's room was not turned on, but it was on next door.

Under the warm yellow light, a woman in a dark red coral fleece nightdress was leaning against the window, her curly hair was tucked aside, and a cigarette was held in her hand on the window frame.

The cigarette had been lit, and the smoke blurred the woman's face, but it couldn't cover the woman's superior appearance.

The woman's skin is very fair, with a high nose bridge and big eyes, a typical glamorous appearance.

However, her complexion at the moment is really not good, the beauty of her facial features has been weakened, showing a bit of paleness and sickness.

She squinted her eyes to make sure, and when she saw that it was indeed Wen Siyuan, she pursed her lips and smiled softly: "It's rare to see you awake at this point."

Wen Siyuan turned his head and only glanced at the woman, then his eyes fell on the cigarette in the woman's hand.

He was silent for a moment, then asked aloud, "Is there any more?"

The woman followed his gaze, and surprise flashed in her eyes: "When did you smoke too?"

Wen Siyuan didn't respond, the woman seemed to be used to his attitude, turned around and went into the room to touch a cigarette, and when she came out and handed it to Wen Siyuan, she suddenly said: "I remember, when my aunt was hit by a car a few years ago and hurt her leg , see you smoking."

Wen Siyuan took it and thanked him, found the lighter in the house by memory, went back to the window and lit it.

The woman exhaled a puff of smoke, and the voice came again: "Speaking of which, you had an offer from abroad at that time, why didn't you go abroad to continue your Ph.D."

"How do you know?" Wen Siyuan didn't remember that he had told anyone about this.

"I brought it back to you at the courier station where your courier was placed."

Wen Siyuan didn't respond for a while, and the woman didn't seem to care.

She seemed to think that it was very rare to meet someone in the middle of the night, so she chatted casually, and if there was no end to one topic, she would change it casually.

The two were silent for a long time, the woman finished smoking first, she pressed the cigarette butt out in her hand, turned her head to look at Wen Siyuan's eyes, and said again: "Is there something bothering you?"

Wen Siyuan still didn't answer right away.

The woman seemed to be quite used to Wen Siyuan's questions, so she turned around and lit a cigarette for herself, and when she returned to the window, she heard Wen Siyuan's voice unexpectedly: "I've got a baby, I'm afraid to put it anywhere." broken."

The movement of the woman to sip her cigarette stopped for an instant.

She gave the biggest emotional ups and downs tonight, looked at Wen Siyuan in surprise, and suddenly smiled after a while and said firmly: "You are in love."

Wen Siyuan didn't shy away either: "Yes."

"Strange." After the woman commented, she seemed to digest the matter. After being surprised for such a moment, she became sleepy again, "Like it is like this, especially when she likes it to death, she just goes downstairs to buy it in 3 minutes." Baoyan, you can worry about whether she will bump into the road in 3 minutes or be fooled by someone."

Don't worry about being lied to.

Wen Siyuan thought for no reason, anyone who met Wu Luming must have been cheated.

But he didn't refute the woman's words.

Staring down at the cigarette in his hand, the image of the dream that had finally been waved away flashed through his mind again.

He dreamed of Wu Luming cutting his finger in the kitchen on his birthday.

Wu Luming in the dream not only didn't hide after seeing him, but also raised his bleeding hand and smiled at him as if he couldn't feel it at all.

Smiling and laughing, Wu Luming's bloody place changed from fingers to head, and then to heart.

In his dream, he wanted to plug the bleeding holes on Wu Luming's body, but he couldn't get close to Wu Luming.

very weak.

It's not like Wen Siyuan has never had such a dream.

Occasionally, there were a few times, but it was not as serious as this time. After waking up, he could see Wu Luming sleeping peacefully in the guest room after walking two steps, and his heart would soon be at ease.

This time, Wu Luming could not be seen no matter how far he walked after waking up from the dream, and the scene in the dream was even more bloody and cruel than before.

When Wen Siyuan woke up, he felt his breath was stuck in his heart, and he couldn't take that breath away after the smoke rolled down.

Probably because Wen Siyuan hadn't spoken for a long time, the woman's voice sounded again: "Time flies so fast, you'll fall in love with someone even if you're a fool."

She stared at the sky in a cloud of mist, as if recalling: "I used to hate you, probably not just me, people around your age in our town don't like you very much, after all, no one wants to be next to you every day My parents scolded me to be compared with you. I was really surprised at that time, why do you have to stay in the house and read a book differently when everyone is running around outside?"

"So every time my parents scold me, I will pray devoutly. You can do something deviant. Facts have proved that praying is not effective. I am almost 30 years old and I still can't avoid being compared with you. "

The woman said, looked at Wen Siyuan and teased, "Wen Siyuan, you've lived so long, can't you do even one deviant thing?"

The cigarette in his hand burned out, and Wen Siyuan crushed it out.

He lowered his eyes and asked the woman in a normal tone: "How can you be considered deviant?"

The woman didn't give an answer for a while, and then heard Wen Siyuan continue: "If you don't kill or set fire, or disturb others, you are not considered deviant."

After Wen Siyuan finished speaking, he let out a sigh of relief, and said to the woman: "It's no use thinking too much, go to bed early."

Then he closed the window and heard the woman whispering softly: "Your idea is considered deviant in this town."

She muttered very softly, Wen Siyuan only heard a few fragmented words, and the window was completely closed.

Wen Siyuan didn't care what the woman said.

He went back to the bed and took a sip of water, and when he lay down again, Wu Luming's weak voice that he hid when he called at night rang uncontrollably in his ears.

After a long silence, he opened his eyes and touched his phone to check the weather in city B.

clear.

The author has something to say:

Xiaowen's anger value +50

When you reach 100, wash the deer and throw it in the pot to cook and eat

I saw a lot of sisters say they are afraid, but in fact there is no need to be afraid. I think the following plot should not be regarded as cruel, at most there are some twists and turns

You can trust Xiao Wen's character, after all, Xiao Wen's character is much more reliable than the author's update guarantee (shy)