he is afraid, he pretends

There is a photo on Wen Siyuan's bedside.

In the photo, he is wearing a blue and white summer high school uniform, holding the admission letter of G University in his hand, and looking at the camera with a blank expression.

The background of the photo is a peach tree, which is now outside Wen Siyuan's bedroom window.

The room with the curtains drawn was slightly dark.

A white and thin hand suddenly climbed onto the bedside table, half of the palm covered the peach tree in the photo, and covered the photo on the bedside table trembling slightly.

Before he could retract his hand just after covering it, another hand with a larger circle covered his hand, held his hand and helped the photo up again.

"What are you covering?" A slightly hoarse voice sounded with some haste.

Wu Luming shrunk his head, and buried his head in the pillow a little bit unbearably, revealing the slender and fair nape of his neck, which was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his skin became more and more red.

"It feels like you're looking at us." A muffled voice came from the pillow, "Were you 18 when you took this photo?"

"full."

Wu Luming had no choice but to swallow the phrase "not suitable for children".

But he still refused to lift his head from the pillow.

Wen Siyuan in the photo is still somewhat different from now.

The body shape is youthful, and the facial features are not as sharp-edged as they are now. There are some old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose, but the rigorous and serious energy on the body is not much different from now.

Wu Luming was just being turned around by Wen Siyuan to kiss him. When the kiss made him breathless and his vision blurred, his eyes suddenly met the boy in the photo, which scared him so much that he almost confessed on the spot.

That's why he raised his hand to cover the photo.

But Wen Siyuan is obviously a dark heart.

Wu Luming didn't stay in the pillow for too long, when suddenly he was hugged up.

The sudden movement made him groan, and he put Wen Siyuan's arm in a panic.

Wu Luming's stature is considered tall among his peers, but when Wen Siyuan hugs him, he always has the illusion that he is just a little milk cat just big enough to bury his collarbone when he is rolled twice.

Wen Siyuan hugged him and moved the chair beside the bed, and put him down in front of the award wall at the door of the room, letting him step on his instep.

Wu Luming didn't have much strength in his body, so he couldn't hold back and raised a hand to put it on a certificate in front of him.

As soon as his hand reached it, he suddenly heard a chuckle from behind him.

A chuckle scratched his ear.

Wu Luming turned to look at Wen Siyuan suspiciously.

The few strands of hair on Wen Siyuan's forehead were wet with sweat, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose slipped a bit.

He was covered in a lazy aura that would never be seen on weekdays, his strong arms were gently wrapped around Wu Luming, and he suddenly said, "I got this certificate when I was eight years old."

The whirring of the air conditioner and Wen Siyuan's voice made Wu Luming dizzy. After a while, he went to look at the award certificate that he was holding down, and realized that Wen Siyuan was talking about this.

It was a certificate of provincial geography knowledge competition, and Wen Siyuan won the first prize.

"The competition was held in the city. It was very cold that day. My mother made me wear five pieces of clothes and three pairs of trousers. I couldn't even walk, so I stumbled and broke my nose when I went to the stage to receive the award. The skin was peeled off, and finally I received the award with a Band-Aid on my nose."

Wen Siyuan's description was too specific, Wu Luming was dizzy, and then imagined a little boy dressed like a chubby ball.

The little boy had a Band-Aid on his nose, his eyes were red, obviously he had just cried, and he was holding a certificate in both hands. He wanted to keep the seriousness of the little adult, but he couldn't help but show some childish pity.

It was at this moment that Wen Siyuan suddenly made a violent movement.

Wu Luming was caught off guard, his imagination and reality rubbed off sparks, and the corners of his eyes were filled with water vapor, as if he was really looking at a chubby eight-year-old child standing in front of him with a certificate in his hand, tilting his head and staring at him and him curiously. Wen Siyuan looked at it.

He couldn't take it anymore and closed his eyes immediately, and removed his hand sticking to the wall as if it had been scalded. Finally, because he couldn't hold it anymore, he replaced it with a certificate of merit.

The moment he touched the new certificate on his arm, Wen Siyuan's voice with a little chuckle sounded again behind him: "This certificate was won at the age of 11, and it was held in June, that summer in the competition organized by the school. It's hot……"

No matter how dizzy Wu Luming was, he also found out that Wen Siyuan was messing up something.

After four or five chapters of awards in a row, Wu Luming couldn't take it anymore.

It didn't feel right for him to move his hands, so he turned around and hugged Wen Siyuan to kiss him flatteringly, and asked Wen Siyuan to take him away from the wall of awards quickly.

Unexpectedly, Wen Siyuan didn't make things difficult for him.

He hugged Wen Siyuan and kissed him for a while, Wen Siyuan took him away from the wall of awards, picked him up and put him on the desk beside him.

Wu Luming got it right, and just breathed a sigh of relief, when he heard Wen Siyuan talking in his ear about the time when he was young, sitting at his desk doing homework and reading books.

……

Wu Luming lost the strength to curse.

Thanks to Towen Siyuan, this room is full of traces of Wen Siyuan's growth, and all the traces have been magnified to the extreme in these few hours.

After a circle, Wu Luming's whole body turned into a sticky cake, and he didn't even bother to move a finger.

Only then did Wen Siyuan wipe his blackened heart, and carried him back to the bed.

The warm air of the air conditioner in the room is still blowing, and the whole bed is warm and dry.

Finally no longer having to be stared at by Wen Siyuan of all ages in his imagination, Wu Luming rolled up the quilt and squinted his eyes, humming softly.

He felt the change in Wen Siyuan's movements, the hands holding the quilt tightened, and his back gradually tightened.

The corners of the eyes were soaked with water, and the trembling eyelashes were wet.

Just when his eyelashes were trembling violently, Wen Siyuan suddenly stopped moving without warning.

For a moment, Wu Luming only felt that he was being hoisted high, and when he was about to fall, he was being carried and refused to let him fall, which was so uncomfortable that it was maddening.

He raised his hand to grab Wen Siyuan's hand leaning beside him, and turned his face to look at Wen Siyuan with misty eyes.

I can't see Wen Siyuan's expression clearly, but I just feel Wen Siyuan's fingertips gently rubbing against him.

This little movement made Wu Luming unbearable, he lightly pursed his dry lips, and was about to ask, when he heard Wen Siyuan's voice: "You didn't answer my question just now."

Wu Luming looked at Wen Siyuan suspiciously.

"You haven't told me why you kept my hospitalization behind."

Wu Luming froze slightly, his eyelashes wet with tears trembled twice.

He was silent for a moment, then buried his head under the quilt and said, "You...continue first, and I'll talk to you when it's over."

Wen Siyuan still didn't move: "You were deliberately changing the subject just now."

Wu Luming was buried under the quilt and did not move.

Seeing that Wen Siyuan was not moving, he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to move, but found that Wen Siyuan was holding him tightly, and he had no intention of letting the water go.

I don't know if it was the heat from the air conditioner that made my head dizzy, or the feeling of being unable to get off the hang made my head dizzy.

Wu Luming rarely felt a little wronged.

He was stuffed under the quilt for a while, and finally raised his upper body to look at Wen Siyuan again.

His whole body was flushed, especially the eye sockets. The water vapor that had been lingering for a long time finally condensed into substance, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

Wen Siyuan's hands loosened the moment he saw the tears.

But before he let go, Wu Luming said, "I miss you so much."

Wu Luming half closed his eyes and stopped looking at Wen Siyuan.

He was obviously trying to endure, but he still trembled uncontrollably: "I don't want to, but I just can't help thinking about you. I thought about you when I was admitted to the hospital, and it was even more painful when I was lying in the treatment room." I want, I want you to be by my side, I want you to hold me when the pain is bad. But I know I can't, I can't I want you to be by my side, I can't let you go home with your loved ones when I'm sick Chinese New Year."

"You don't know that I can still persuade myself, if you know, you are not by my side..."

Wu Luming closed his eyes, "I will hurt even more."

There was a moment of silence in the room, so quiet that only the sound of the air conditioner blowing out was left.

Before Wen Siyuan's brain could react to Wu Luming's words, his body reacted first, and hugged Wu Luming into his arms.

Before Wu Luming came, he had thought of many kinds of answers, but this was the only one he hadn't thought of.

The body in his arms is obviously not too thin, but Wen Siyuan is afraid that if he does not use the right force, it will break down.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Wu Luming's cheeks, and was about to speak when he heard Wu Luming's voice again: "Don't talk."

Most of the time when Wu Luming talked to him, he was docile, but this time he was a little stern, and raised his eyes to look at him: "You... go on first, or I will get angry too."

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When Wen Siyuan took Wu Luming to the bathroom to take a shower, it was already dark outside the window.

Wu Luming didn't know if he was so angry at Wen Siyuan's black heart during the whole process, he didn't even bother to move his fingers when taking a bath, and let Wen Siyuan wash him.

After washing, Wen Siyuan wrapped him up in a quilt and put him on the bed, and went out to buy food for him.

Wu Luming was really a little tired. When Wen Siyuan came back from shopping, he finished eating drowsily, rolled up the quilt for a while, and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it has passed, but he was awakened by a bit of cold air that suddenly crept into the quilt, and before he fully woke up, he was hugged into a warm embrace.

Wu Luming burrowed towards the heat source in a daze, feeling a hand on his body gently rubbing it for him, and he asked casually, "What time is it?"

"Nine o'clock." A voice answered from above.

Wu Luming hesitated, lost his mind, lay on the heat source and was about to continue sleeping when he heard a voice.

"Give me some more time, and as long as you want me to be by your side in the future, I will always be by your side."

Wu Luming woke up instantly.

He blinked blankly in the dark, his throat tightened for a while, and finally found his voice: "Brother Yuan, you don't have to give in to me in everything."

"Why do you think it's Jean?"

Wu Luming was silent for a long time without giving an answer.

"You have no way to judge whether it is right or wrong to let me stay by your side to accompany you. I will judge for you. In the future, you will have no way to judge whether it is right or wrong. Leave the choice to me, and I will give you Answer."

The room fell into a long silence, so quiet that both of them seemed to have fallen asleep.

Until a clear voice sounded.

"Wen Siyuan, I like you."

The author has something to say:

Xiaolu: Please don't say serious things when you are doing something serious! (very angry