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"The afternoon interview starts at 01:30, I have to go there earlier, and it will end at five o'clock," Qin Shu pushed his dessert to Lin Wu's side, glanced at the time, and said softly, "I remember you were arranged at At night, around 08:30, right?"

Lin Wu nodded, not interested in the egg tart with a pickled cherry on top, but enjoyed his natural little movements, bending the corners of his eyes, turning the fork to roll the pasta into a small ball and put it into his mouth , "Hmm".

In the western restaurant on the second floor of the western cafeteria, the noodles have been replaced by round thin noodles, which seems to be the same raw material as the beef noodles next door. After tasting something fresh, he blinked in surprise, took another mouthful, and sighed vaguely: "It's actually quite delicious..."

A little bit of sauce was on the corner of his mouth, and it fell into Qin Shu's eyes, and he became a childish way of eating - when he was a child, he would raise his hand to wipe it off for the other party, but now such an intimate behavior is obviously inappropriate. After a moment of hesitation, he still He didn't reach out rashly, but only reminded lightly: "It's on your face."

After all, he moved his untouched dinner plate forward, and added: "You can eat mine if you like, and eat slowly." ——He has no special preference for food, and he has no taboos , just to meet the needs of body functions. In the past, when I was alone, I mostly used bread to make do. If I happened to go to the cafeteria with others, I would not be bothered to make choices by myself. I could get the answer by asking "what do you recommend", or He was simply the same as the other party, and Meng Qi complained about it more than once.

After starting to eat with Lin Wu, he will order some of the other's favorite food according to the child's preferences in his memory, and then let the other party have a good temper - just like today he chose cheese and bacon-flavored pasta. During the meal, Lin Wu muttered what he wanted to eat.

The golden-haired fox sticks out the tip of its tongue, licking the sauce on the corner of its mouth, and is not polite to him. It stretches out a fork and rolls a ball of dough from his plate with ease. Qin Shu said, "Ah—"

A smile flickered in his eyes, as if such behavior was perfectly normal, even though it was meal time, there were still people coming and going in the restaurant, and they did not sit in hidden positions.

Qin Shu was slightly stunned, met his clear gaze, and had the illusion that the person in front of him coincided with that of more than ten years ago, and was still the child who would bring the most central bite of watermelon to his mouth. His heart softened, and he forgot Rejected, and opened his mouth following his wishes - the cheese tasted rich, salty and delicious, and seemed to be tastier than he had imagined.

Lin Wu seemed very satisfied with his reaction, and nodded with his chin propped up. He was no longer interested in the tomato pasta that he had praised just a minute ago, but he still rolled up a mouthful like the same, and openly fed Qin Shu.

It was tantamount to declaring sovereignty, but to Qin Shu, it was probably just an ordinary and childish slapstick, and he took advantage of the loopholes by accident, so naturally he couldn't let it go.

However, this time Qin Shu was not so used to him, and raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had noticed something: "It seems that someone is watching..."

"Well, I know," Little Trouble prevaricated lightly, and passed the fork with the pasta rolled forward, making it clear that the feeding should be carried out to the end, watching him open his mouth to eat before he was satisfied, and then closed his hand while talking. He said in a story-like tone, "In the years abroad, I was often peeped at by people. One year, the apartment I lived in was on the first floor, and I was watched by people lying on the window-the most embarrassing time was I just got out of the shower and walked out in only a pair of trousers, which scares away peeking people, but it's okay, I don't mind too much..."

The tomato meat sauce tastes sour and a bit choking.

Noticing that the person in front of him had a bad expression, Lin Wu paused, only to realize that he seemed to have stepped on his brother's minefield in an unbiased manner. He stopped to recall, pretended to be obedient and ate two bites of his own meal, and finally cleared his mind. Throat, asked softly: "Brother, are you jealous..."

Qin Shu was noncommittal, glanced at the message that popped up on the screen of the mobile phone, and caught the keyword "openly feeding play" in the class group, sighed silently, turned over the screen and ignored it, with a rare anger on the tip of his tongue: " It's fine to sell WeChat IDs, and people are peeping... Don't know if you call the police, what should you do if something goes wrong?"

He is usually indifferent, and rarely shows anger. The only one or two times he plays on the occasion is also to cooperate with Meng Qi in managing the juniors in the school council. He doesn't even say a few serious words, let alone face Lin Wu. When he was used to pampering the little fox, he would be at a loss if he was attacked for a while, as if his ears and tail were drooping, he unconsciously stirred the plate with the tip of the fork, his tone softened, and he sounded pitiful : "Isn't it because you are here..."

Half of it was a scene of arrogance, and the other half was mixed with sincerity - he was indeed well protected by Qin Shu.

Hearing it in Qin Shu's ears, his taste changed faintly, and he felt a little shrewd to fool him, and became more angry, and subconsciously said the retort: ​​"I'm not always by your side."

The restaurant was still lively, and it was another get out of class dismissal, with new crowds pouring in, filling up the small space——even though the bustling voices around hadn't stopped for a moment, when those words fell, both of them felt When it came to the subtle stagnation of time, only one second, the silence was suffocating.

Then everything returned to the original state, and Lin Wufu skillfully rolled up the ball of dough again, raised his head before raising his hand to put it in his mouth, looked at him and asked, "Isn't it?"

Those dark blue eyes were full of clarity and trust, as clean as a sea without wind and mist, opening to him peacefully.

As soon as Qin Shu choked, the timely preaching suddenly became inappropriate - and the familiar silence.

"Brother, are you still planning to drop a letter like last time and disappear from the world, and let me look for it for a year..." The disappointment passed by in a flash, and it was quickly covered up—Lin Wu lowered his eyes and seemed to smile , said half-jokingly, "I will also feel uncomfortable. When I found out that I couldn't find you, I cried all night."

So the taste of tomato pasta came to my throat again, sour and bitter.

He actually talked a lot about the year when he went around to inquire about Qin Shu’s whereabouts, such as how many places he visited in a year, and how many new friends he met in order to get news—he mostly smiled when recalling those pasts , Just like recalling the past events related to Qin Shu, it is cherished and full of interest.

However, he never mentioned his feelings at that time. Whether he was wronged or unwilling, he seemed to be able to handle it with ease. He seemed to believe that their relationship would not end here. One day he would find Qin Shu again and entangle him again. Everything remains the same, nothing happens.

It turned out to be true, and the transition was so peaceful and natural that Qin Shu himself mistakenly thought that the truth should be like this, and felt guilty for his behavior of leaving without saying goodbye, but he never really imagined how the child felt when he was abandoned by him.

It was like he had never seen Lin Wu cry.

In my memory, this brother next door who is two years younger than him is always smiling. Even if his parents are not around all year round, he will never do things like "crying for his mother". It seems that as long as he is by his side, Lin Wu's He is always in a good mood, and even if he occasionally acts like a baby with a crying voice and pretends to be pitiful, he will quickly return to normal, smart and sensible, as well-behaved as a little angel in a story—so much so that later he read about children Psychology books, and I was surprised by several of these cases, and couldn't understand what a "bearing child who was splashing and rolling" was.

It was because he cried.

This short thought took shape in his mind, and each word fell on his heart, weighing more than a thousand junctures, making him a little uncomfortable.

He attributed this unprecedented discomfort to "guilty".

After a long time, he raised his hand, crossed two plates of warmed pasta, placed it on the top of Lin Wu's hair, stroked the fluffy blonde hair in a comforting manner, then went down and rubbed it next to his ear: "No more. .”

He is a cautious person, and he is extremely strict with himself - if he says no, then he won't.

Lin Wu seemed to be stunned for a moment, but soon came back to his senses, subconsciously rubbed his palm, laughed contentedly, looked at him and asked softly, "Are you still angry?"

It was the person he wished to keep in his heart, and it was a lie to say that he wasn't angry. That bit of anger was extinguished by the imaginary tears, and the remaining ashes turned into a dense, astringent mind.He sighed from the bottom of his heart, and said, "This is not an example..."

After a pause, I realized that this was not a problem that could be solved by "not taking it as an example", so I had to change my words: "Let me know next time you encounter a similar thing, and I will solve it—eat quickly, it's getting late."

Lin Wu said "Mm", lowered his head and ate obediently, but the smile in his eyes had not faded, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"What are you laughing at?" Qin Shu couldn't help asking.

The golden-haired fox shook his head, and blocked the other party's mouth with the love words he knew so well: "It's nothing—brother, I like you so much."

He remembered that when he was seven years old, he accidentally broke the vase collected by Qin Shu's father. For the first time in his life, he panicked, almost cried out of anxiety, and went to Qin Shu with red eyes.

At that time, Qin Shu, who was much older than him, squatted down, rubbed his hair, and said don't be afraid, it's okay, his brother will find a way to solve it - the tone is calm and gentle, which makes people feel at ease unconsciously.

He likes Qin Shu very much.

Loved it for as long as I can remember, always loved it -- and loved it more and more.