After detonating the hot search

The little light sign of "a good year" flashed in my mind again.

But this time, instead of rolling slowly with the memory as in the past, it turned into a light bulb that suddenly turned on, with a "ding", illuminating a ground of tiny thoughts unprepared.

Wen Nian couldn't see clearly what was hidden in those tiny thoughts, and he couldn't clear them up even after taking a deep breath.

It seems that there is no way to reply to his voice, Wen Nian thought.

I had no choice but to stiffen my fingers and write a word for a long time.

[Wen Nian: Yes. 】

The lunch downstairs has been prepared, and Xia Nan sent it over, probably because he was eaten by the lobster last night, and he didn't eat breakfast, so he specially ordered some light Cantonese-style morning tea and Hong Kong-style tea restaurant, Lin Lang A table is dazzling.

Shen Hanguang, who said he didn't have much appetite, ate five dishes of chicken feet in lily sauce, until he couldn't straighten his waist, and Xia Nan took a photo and threatened to send it to his manager.

After eating, I sat on the sofa and opened a few pills with Xu Yixin, and soon fell into food sleepiness again.

"What time is it? Didn't you just finish your lunch? Why did it get dark so quickly?" Shen Han nestled on Xia Nan's exclusive sofa chair, only feeling that the external vision was getting darker and darker, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

"It's not dark, it's just that the sun is gone," Xu Yixin glanced outside, "It looks like it might rain."

"Rain is the best, and it has been sunny for more than two weeks. Rainy days are the best for sleeping." Shen Han's head kept falling, and he almost stuck to his phone.

Wen Nian didn't know if rainy days were suitable for sleeping, but he knew that this person would be able to sleep right away even if it was sunny, let alone raining.

"Sleeping on the sofa like this all afternoon, the neck will be lost." Wen Nian took Shen Han's phone, locked the screen, "Go back upstairs and sleep."

"What about you?" Shen Han asked in a daze.

"Return the suit to Teacher Shen."

When Shen Han heard "suit", the conditioned reflex thought of the word "sleeping", so he said "Oh": "You go to my brother's place to sleep."

Xu Yixin and the others couldn't hold back and laughed out loud on the spot.

Wen Nian: "..."

Wen Nian drove him back to his room, saw him lay down properly, and then went downstairs with his suit in his arms.

"I think it's going to rain, do you want to bring an umbrella?" Xu Yixin asked.

Wen Nian glanced out: "It's okay, I'll be back soon."

The sky was indeed cloudy, but there was no sign of rain anytime soon.

Li Siyuan put down the electric handle and added: "The weather forecast says it won't rain until 5 pm."

On a summer afternoon when it is about to rain, the air is not dry and thin like when the sun is in the sky. On the contrary, it has a sense of expansion from bottom to top, as if it is urgently waiting for a rain to pour it away.

Wen Nian walked into the courtyard with his suit in his arms.

Knowing that Shen Huaijing was at home, he didn't bring the key, but it seemed that he couldn't use the doorbell, because Shen Huaijing had already opened the door and was leaning against the door waiting for him.

Wen Nian froze for a moment, quickened his pace unconsciously, and trotted towards him.

"Did you wait a long time?"

"What are you running for?" Shen Huaijing said softly, hearing his slightly shortness of breath due to running.

"...I'm afraid you'll wait." Wen Nian looked down at the suit.

"I didn't wait," Shen Huaijing said, "I came down after seeing the news."

Wen Nian nodded.

He sent him a message before going out.

Wen Nian handed over the suit: "The neckline and cuffs have been washed, and the rest of the place has not been touched by water."

Shen Huaijing didn't answer, but said softly: "Just give it to me?"

Wen Nian: "?"

Dust bag wrapped... also not good?

Wen Nian took the suit back and said, "Then I'll go to the dry cleaner later."

Now the person who was stunned became Shen Huaijing. After a long time, he smiled: "I mean put the clothes on the second floor."

Wen Nian: "..."

Shen Huaijing turned sideways, and Wen Nian entered.

Shen Huaijing told him to let him go, but he really didn't take over the whole process. He watched Wen Nian enter his room, watched him take the suit out of the dust bag, and watched him hang it in the closet.

Only occasionally prompt two sentences.

"The cabinet on the left."

"There's a shirt over there."

"The hangers are on the second floor."

Wen Nian never knew that "returning" a suit would be such a complicated matter.

It's so complicated that he doesn't know when it's raining outside the window, so complicated...he has clearly memorized the layout of Shen Huaijing's room.

Wen Nian looked out the window, and said that the rain that started at 5 o'clock was falling now without any integrity at all. The rain was not light, and the rose on the wall was shaken... Rose?Did I forget something?

By the way, the little hibiscus on the balcony!

"It's raining, I'm going back first!"

Shen Huaijing listened to his obviously faster tone: "What's wrong?"

Wen Nian hesitated for a moment, and said, "...the flowers are still on the window sill, and the little hibiscus cannot be exposed to the rain."

He paused, and then said, "Especially in summer, it's most likely to get sick when exposed to the sun for a while."

Shen Huaijing: "."

Shen Huaijing stretched out his hand to stop the person who ran straight downstairs, half amused, half helpless: "Little Hibiscus can't get wet in the rain, you'll be fine."

Wen Nian was stunned: "...What?"

Shen Huaijing: "Who is more likely to get sick?"

There was a buzzing sound in Wen Nian's ears, and the CPU of his brain was completely loaded for a moment. The little hibiscus that had just occupied all his thoughts was crushed by the snowflake called "Shen Huai Jing" and buried in the deepest part.

Wen Nian couldn't say a word.

Shen Huaijing took out his mobile phone and made a call.

The person on the other end picked it up after a while.

"Brother?" The voice was so vague that it was almost impossible to hear the tone.

"It's raining, go to the balcony and move the little hibiscus and the potted rose indoors."

"...Huh? Oh."

Shen Han just changed to a mat yesterday, slept on his stomach for more than half an hour, got up like a walking dead with a waffle mark on his face, and moved the flowerpot.

After moving the flower pot, I fell back to sleep.

"It won't rain now." Shen Huaijing put down the phone.

Wen Nian's mind was a little confused, and he didn't have time to remind him that Shen Han was taking a nap.

"I don't have an umbrella here," Shen Huaijing smiled, "It seems that I can only wait for the rain to stop before leaving."

Wen Nian lowered his head and said for a long time, "Yes."

In fact, he could ask the people in the dormitory to come and give him an umbrella, but he didn't have one.

... Neither did Shen Huaijing.

It was raining outside the window, and the two were sitting on the sofa watching a movie. The surroundings were as quiet as the sound of wind and rain and each other's breathing.

Shen Huaijing took a blanket from upstairs and asked Wen Nian to cover it.

A silver-gray blanket, the same style as the one in his nanny's car.

"What do you want to see?" Shen Huaijing asked.

Wen Nian: "It's fine."

Shenhuai scenic spot opened the search interface, Wen Nian saw a familiar poster, he buried his face in the blanket lightly, and said, "Then look at the first one in the second row."

Shen Huaijing looked over, "Parasite" - it was his movie.

"Crime films." Shen Huaijing smiled and reminded.

Wen Nian: "I know."

The familiar title sounded.

The thin quilt was so big that he could bury his whole body in it.

The two of them sat not far away, and their bodies would occasionally brush the distance between their knees. During the movement, Wen Nian touched Shen Huaijing's arm near his side, which was very cold.

"Are you cold?" Wen Qing asked in a young voice.

Shen Huaijing originally wanted to say that it was not cold, but what he didn't expect was that Wen Nian lifted a corner of the quilt.

The man said calmly, "This quilt is very big, do you want to cover it with some?"

Shen Huaijing suddenly changed his mouth: "Okay."

The distance from the knees to the knees was shortened once again.

The warm air accumulated under the quilt was dense, and Wen Nian couldn't tell whether the source of the heat was himself, or Shen Huaijing, who could be touched without reaching out.

The opening of the movie is also a rainy day. In the play, the undercover policeman played by Shen Huaijing is smoking in an abandoned warehouse. Behind him is a window covered with cobwebs and cracks. The sky is mixed with rainwater.

Wen Nian suddenly remembered something.

On the day he was watching a movie, a girl in the back row asked, "Do you think Mr. Shen's cigarettes are real or fake?"

Next to her was probably her boyfriend, who said, "You can tell by the posture and the way you breathe out that it's really smoked, it's over your lungs."

"Is this cigarette real?" Wen Nian asked.

"I smoked about three for this one."

"Then you also learned to smoke while filming?"

Shen Huaijing suddenly smiled: "Why do you think so?"

Wen Nian: "Because I don't usually see you smoking."

He hadn't smelled smoke from Shen Huaijing either.

"I didn't smoke in front of you." Shen Huaijing leaned on the sofa, knees slightly bent.

Wen Nian: "."

When the cpu in his mind was about to be loaded again, Shen Huaijing changed the subject: "Have you seen this movie?"

"Seen."

Shen Huaijing suddenly turned his head and looked at him: "Did you go to see it with Zhou Jiayi?"

Wen Nian searched out the memory of that day in his mind: "With a senior."

The atmosphere suddenly froze for some reason.

In the movie, there was a "bang" gunshot, and the bullets whizzed out, grazing the body of the speeding off-road vehicle... Wen Nian felt as if the bullet had also grazed his heart.

He didn't know what was wrong, so he added: "I saw the premiere at the time, and the tickets were a little hard to get. He bought it, so we went to see it together."

Shen Huaijing's voice lowered: "What happened later."

"Later? Later I returned the fare and car money to him." After speaking, Wen Nian frowned, as if he didn't know why Shen Huaijing asked.

Shen Huaijing was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

Sometimes he felt that Wen Nian liked him, for example, when he was drunk, he still remembered to ask him "Are you leaving?".

Sometimes I feel that I just occupied an evening in his youthful memory, an evening that, because of regret and incompleteness, continued to grow and "perfect" itself in the memory of the two of them, just like the rose climbing up the wall. , they found a way out by themselves, with an inexplicable sense of boundary, extending to this day.

For example, now.

He remembered that Wen Nian also called him "Senior", and now he felt a little "sympathy" towards that senior, Shen Huaijing himself found it funny.

Fu Linguan called Wen Nian's "fuzziness" unenlightened.

He thought it was open, but Wen Nian himself didn't know what to call it.

But he just felt that he couldn't be sure.

Fu Lin also asked him, are you going to coax him to talk to you first?

He knows not.

He just couldn't guess that after the layer of paper was completely torn, if Wen Nian was "awake" and he was the only one who was unconscious, what would he do?

Before meeting Wen Nian, he actually never felt that there was anything in this world that "should not tolerate the slightest deviation". There was none when he was studying, and there was none when he was filming. Dilemma.

Because he can't see a way out, and he can't see a way out. His, maybe there are Wen Nian's.

Or maybe it was because the meeting was too early and the time was still long, and the idea of ​​"waiting" was always with me.

After the word "waiting" gained the upper hand, the fire burned less intensely, but the taste of starting a fire without making a sound was not so pleasant.

But he can already wait.

Wait for Wen Nian to get used to his existence, wait for that layer of paper to be soaked and softened by all the "habits", and let Wen Nian see him through that layer of soft paper, and finally he won't be able to leave.

So he waits.

After a long time, Wen Nian heard Shen Huaijing sigh softly.

Wen Nian: "...what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Shen Huaijing said softly.

"Just wondering how long I have to wait."

Wen Nian: "Wait for what?"

Shen Huaijing looked at Wen Nian and chuckled, "Wait for the rain to stop."

Wen Nian frowned, but before he could think about it, Shen Huaijing had already lifted the quilt and got up: "Does your throat feel better?"

Wen Nian: "It's much better."

Shen Huaijing walked to the kitchen, poured a cup of hot water, and opened the refrigerator.

Wen Nian knew exactly what was in Shen Huaijing's refrigerator - ice cubes, coffee and wine.

The hot water is obviously for him, so most likely he opened the refrigerator to get coffee.

Thinking of the fact that he hadn't had a stomach for several days, and thinking of the grid full of ice cubes, Wen Nian also lifted the quilt and walked over.

It was raining outside the window, and the sky was getting dimmer. Because the projector was turned on, the whole living room was not lit, and the light in the kitchen could be called thin. The warm yellow lighting of the refrigerator became the only light source, which was gentle and gentle.

Wen Nian saw what Shen Huaijing was holding in his hand, it wasn't coffee or wine...it was a jar of honey.

Wen Nian stood there in a daze.

"Mr. Shen."

"Ok?"

Wen Nian was silent for a while: "When did you buy the honey?"

Shen Huaijing smiled: "The next day."

The words were vague, but Wen Nian understood.

The next day, because he didn't know what to say, he casually said "at least buy a bottle of honey".