After the cold beauty turned into a small milk cat

We go home

On weekdays, the bookstore is deserted and deserted, only a few people walking between the bookshelves, quiet and quiet, occasionally you can hear the pages of the book turning, and the people who buy the book lower their voices to communicate.

Those who still go out to bookstores to read and buy books in such a cold day are either urgently in need, or those who really love books.

Therefore, the arrival of Lin Xingmo and Xu Yi did not attract much attention.

"Go find it, I'll wait for you here."

Xu Yi looked at the distance between each bookshelf that could accommodate three people. After estimating the approximate gap in his heart, he could only regret to give up following Lin Xingmo.

Lin Xingmo nodded, asked the clerk, and walked towards the target bookshelf.

Because parking was not allowed in front of the bookstore, the assistant went to find a parking space, but did not follow, so after Lin Xingmo walked away, only Xu Yi was left alone.

Watching the young man's back disappear between the bookshelves, Xu Yi raised his hand, tugged at the neckline of the turtleneck sweater with his fingers, and let out a slow breath.

The skin at the corner of the mouth seemed to still have that soft touch, as long as Xu Yi recalled that moment, Xu Yi would feel a ripple in his heart and his body would heat up.

He reached out and touched the tips of his burning ears, coughed lightly in disguise, pushed the wheelchair to a stand beside the counter, picked up a financial magazine, and flipped through it casually.

On the other side, Lin Xingmo had already come to the bookshelf.

He would come to the bookstore temporarily to find some psychology-related books.

Lin Xingmo has already noticed that there may be a deeper reason for his forgetting of childhood memories, not just because he is too young to remember things.

In the past, he never thought of seeking help or receiving treatment for his emotional deficiency, and he didn't even have the desire to understand it in depth.

After all, he doesn't feel emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy, so he doesn't feel much about his own condition, and...

He was probably instinctively running away from the cause of his lack of emotion.

Therefore, he never thought of telling anyone, including all family members, friends and work partners.

Anyway, according to the behavioral logic he summed up and the social etiquette he learned, he was able to deal with people normally. He had occasional troubles, but most of the time he lived well.

After all, loss of affect is a condition that is difficult for others to detect, and sometimes even for patients themselves.

Even if he is lacking in handling things, others will only feel that he is a little cold and not easy to get close to.

As long as he doesn't do things that violate social rules, no one will point to his head and call him crazy.

But now, everything is different.

He wanted to retrieve his forgotten memory, he wanted to remember... the person he had completely forgotten.

Lin Xingmo didn't know what to do, so he read the book.

How to analyze other people's emotions through micro-expressions is what he learned from books, and he finds it very useful.

However, Lin Xingmo stopped when he saw an entire bookshelf full of works.

He felt that maybe he should go back and look up which books he needed, otherwise, in front of the vast sea of ​​books, reading one by one is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

But it's all here, Lin Xingmo still picked up a book casually and looked down, but he hadn't finished reading the catalogue, so he deliberately lowered his voice, but he could still hear a voice of surprise.

"Xing Mo, it's really you!"

This sound is...

Lin Xingmo blinked and looked sideways, only to see a tall man with a ponytail two steps away from him at some point, with an overly bright smile on his face.

It was Wu Liangyu.

"Senior."

Lin Xingmo nodded to him with a calm tone.

Then, he continued to look down at the book.

Wu Liangyu was used to his mediocrity, so he didn't mind. He leaned closer and whispered, "What a coincidence, you're here to buy books too?"

Lin Xingmo hummed.

Wu Liangyu slightly curled the corners of her lips, her clean face looked gentle and elegant under the bright lights of the bookstore.

He raised the book in his hand, "I'm here to buy some picture albums, I didn't expect to meet you here, it seems that we are quite destined."

"How did you feel about the last art exhibition?"

Lin Xingmo glanced at him sideways. The expectation on Wu Liangyu's face was so obvious that he didn't even need to analyze it.

He thought about it and said, "It's good."

Although the tone was calm and indifferent, it was hard to hear perfunctory, like a serious evaluation.

Wu Liangyu's heart twitched slightly.

He stared deeply at Lin Xingmo. After being quiet for a while, he still couldn't help asking: "There's an art exhibition next week, it's near here... Xingmo, are you interested in going to see it together?"

After the exhibition, he asked Lin Xingmo again, but was rejected.

Wu Liangyu, who had already given up, suddenly met Lin Xingmo unexpectedly under circumstances that he did not expect, which revived his thoughts that had been extinguished.

however……

"It's too cold." Lin Xingmo shook his head, "No."

Now he prefers to stay in a warm room and wear Xu Yi's clothes one size larger. Whether he is nestling on the sofa or going to draw, he is very comfortable.

Instead of wearing layers of thick clothes like now, wrapping yourself into a rice dumpling.

Thinking of this, Lin Xingmo's desire to go home emerged again, and it was much stronger than when he just left the house.

His refusal was too direct, and Wu Liangyu froze, then continued to maintain a smile, and said with regret: "The weather is indeed getting colder and colder recently, so I will wait for the weather to warm up before asking you out."

Lin Xingmo nodded.

After recalling the social etiquette, he replied, "Thank you senior."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to continue flipping through the book.

Wu Liangyu looked at his indifferent and polite manner, recalling the scene at the art exhibition that day, she was still unwilling after all.

"You...and that Mr. Xu, how are you doing recently?" He asked in a low voice.

Lin Xingmo nodded lightly, "It's pretty good."

Seeing the cold and clean side face of the young man, Wu Liangyu squeezed the album in his hand.

When she was a junior in college, the first time she saw Lin Xingmoqi, Wu Liangyu fell in love with him.

He was infatuated with Lin Xingmo, deeply fascinated by this cold and charming junior, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

Every time I look into his eyes and sigh for the beauty of the sea and stars, I will retreat because of the calmness and indifference in those eyes.

He clearly realized that it was impossible for Lin Xingmo to fall in love with him.

But Wu Liangyu was not reconciled.

So after graduation, he set a goal for himself, and if he could achieve this goal, he mustered up the courage to confess his love to Lin Xingmo.

Anyway, Lin Xingmo...

He doesn't love at all.

That day he finally sent the invitation letter, Lin Xingmo received it, and gave him a reply. When he came to his art exhibition, everything went so smoothly, but reality dealt him a heavy blow...

When they met again, Lin Xingmo not only had other people by his side, but also got married.

"Xing Mo, why did you marry Mr. Xu?"

Wu Liangyu finally asked this doubt.

Will Lin Xingmo, who is so indifferent, really fall in love with anyone?He stared at Lin Xingmo, unwilling to miss even the slightest change of expression on his face.

Then, he heard the young man say, "It was arranged at home."

Wu Liangyu couldn't help but startled for a moment, followed by ecstasy, the thought that had been extinguished, revived again.

"Then you treat him..."

"Mo Mo."

Before Wu Liangyu finished speaking, he heard a slightly familiar male voice, which had been appearing in his nightmares recently.

He turned sharply.

At the end of the two rows of bookshelves, a man in a wheelchair appeared there at some point. His brows and eyes were stern, and a cold light shone in his dark eyes.

Wu Liangyu felt as if he was being targeted by a fierce beast. He froze on the spot, panicked in his heart.

but……

He glanced sideways at Lin Xingmo, and couldn't help feeling courageous again.

Wu Liangyu turned slightly sideways to block the young man, and looked at Xu Yi at the end of the aisle with a little hostility.

Xu Yi's lips had been pursed into a straight line, and his dark face looked very sinister.

He's actually been here for a while.

Seeing the two standing together, talking in a low voice, he knew that they couldn't have anything, but he couldn't control the jealousy and tingling in his heart.

He had a good memory, so he recognized at a glance that the person standing next to Lin Xingmo was Wu Liangyu who he met at the art exhibition that day.

The picture of them standing side by side looks so harmonious.

The seat next to Lin Xingmo should have belonged to him... But, he couldn't get through in a wheelchair.

This aisle was narrower than the others, and if he forced his way through it, it would only mess up the scene, and even after entering, he couldn't even turn around and exit.

Even though the distance was only five or six meters, it was like a natural moat to him.

For a moment, Xu Yi thought about retreating.

But in the end, he spoke out.

This Wu Liangyu had plans for his Momo, he could feel it, and the other party's reaction after he spoke out also proved this point.

He can't stand it...

"pat-"

The sound of the book closing broke the tit-for-tat atmosphere between the two men.

Wu Liangyu turned his head to the side, and saw Lin Xingmo close the book, stuff it back on the shelf, then lift his foot over him and walk towards Xu Yi.

"Xingmo..."

Lin Xingmo stopped, looked back at him, and saw that he didn't seem to have anything to say, so he continued to walk out of the aisle.

Xu Yi watched him approaching him step by step, and the gloom on his face finally dissipated. He took the young man's hand and smiled a little, "Have you found the book you want to buy?"

Lin Xingmo was held by his hand, and he squatted down. Hearing his words, he shook his head.

"You go back and report the book list to me, and I'll ask my assistant to find it for you," Xu Yi said.

"Okay." Lin Xingmo nodded slightly.

Seeing him obediently by his side, Xu Yi felt slightly relieved, but when he looked at Wu Liangyu in the middle of the aisle, he was obviously hostile again.

"Why is he here?"

"By chance."

Lin Xingmo looked at Xu Yi, and while he was looking elsewhere, sneaked to his side, then stretched out his other arm to wrap his arms around him, and leaned gently on his shoulder.

Xu Yi, who was still hostile to Wu Liangyu, felt his approach and couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion, and then heard the young man's soft voice.

"Xu Yi, let's go home."

Xu Yi only felt that the last trace of haze in his heart dissipated in the clear and shallow voice of the young man.

He was about to say hello when Lin Xingmo said, "I want to take off my clothes."

Xu Yi: "..."

The author says:

La la la - By the way, the text of "The Paper Man Raised by My Hands Wants to Marry Me" next door is over!The relationship line is also sweet - you can check it out if you are interested!

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