On the special skills of getting to the same table

Slender and distinct fingers supported the side of the white porcelain bowl with a mound of cloud patterns. Although Wen Jin's words seemed a little light, the young man's eyes were as deep as the sea, and he hid his true feelings without hiding anything.

Although it is a summer morning, the red sun has just risen to the sky, scorching hot, eroding the concrete floor inch by inch, soaking up some heat, the floor-to-ceiling glass of skyscrapers

It started only one day ago, and the people living in this city gradually became busy with the summer heat, shuttling through the reinforced concrete jungle, obviously outside the body, but trapped the people in the game, for such a 70-year-old destination, I have been exhausted for most of my life, in wind and rain, and on a dangerous journey.

The indoor temperature is as clear as water, cool and suitable.

"I," Wei Shengxun put down the chopsticks in his hand and placed them on the porcelain bowl, his lips parted and closed, and he uttered a few words after sipping, "I can't speak."

Just four words, it seems to have the power of a thousand pounds, and it will make people breathless.Admitting one's own Achilles' heel is probably not as light as this sky full of heaven and earth.

Then he looked away, picked up the chopsticks again, scratched the floating porridge on the surface of the nearest dish, and when his beautiful Adam's apple moved, he knew he was eating.

His eyes were scattered, like some ink dyed rice paper, but he looked very much like the blind man who pulled down the erhu from the overpass in the city.

Wei Shengxun's heart has long been a person with gradual freezing. He thought that in this life, he just followed Fang Linshi's wishes and allowed himself to live a good life, so as to live up to her years of painstaking efforts.

But no matter how hard the ice is, it is no match for the lukewarm water. Although the hands are never scalded, the thorny warmth permeates easily. The more serious the injury in the heart, it proves that the place is too fragile. Unsatisfactory personnel and affairs can be taken advantage of, malicious things have been seen too much, big and small, there are only a handful of heart-warming things, like a faint light shining in the dark, just now it seems so precious, people are deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate themselves.

When a person has been strong for a long time, he thinks that he is that strong, and forgets his original fragile appearance. When the reality is cruel, like an embroidery needle pricking a balloon of the past, he realizes that sometimes he is so ridiculous and insists on his so-called strength.

As the days passed, time wrapped itself into a hedgehog, not hurting others, content with its own affairs, and when encountering difficult and difficult things, the long thorns on its back were like guns, and it was fatal with one blow.

Wen Jin raised her hand, and with the movement of her hands, some loose and fat school uniform sleeves were folded and slid down to her shoulders, and she brushed aside the growing crow hair in front of her eyes, which had somewhat obscured her vision. Huaguan Gushui, "It's not that you can't speak, but you can't speak very well. Weisheng, those who can't speak are dumb. You are luckier than them. You have no diseases and disasters, you can speak, and you study so well."

Seeing Wei Shengxun falling into his eyes with such a dazed appearance, Wen Jin pursed his lips and smiled, bright as the sun, shining like a lotus, as if there was nothing else in the world that could enter his eyes, "Wei Sheng, in the future Talk more, okay? I know it's hard to get used to this kind of thing, and I don't want to use excuses for your own good to ask you to do something, but I just think that you should have a better life than ordinary people. "

You have had enough misfortunes, no matter what, God should give you some of the best, Wen Jin thought in his heart.

The word fate, after it comes, is unstoppable, God has indeed prepared a gift called Wen Jin for this poor boy Wei Shengxun.

After Qian Fan died, when the two returned, although they were no longer young and ignorant teenagers, their innocent hearts were still shining brightly.

Wei Shengxun did not answer Wen Jin's question, but picked up a bowl and drank porridge to cover up the momentary panic in his heart. Once some feelings are buried in the soil, they will take root for thousands of miles and will not rest until death.

Although his face was calm, he had already agreed to Wen Jin's request in his heart, but Wen Jin was the only one he wanted to talk to.

Wei Shengxun thinks that he doesn't need friends, and he has come here like this for so many years without friends.If you must have friends, then you should have Wen Jin, the kind who puts a knife in your chest, this is what Wei Shengxun said to himself a few years later.

Later, Wei Shengxun really risked his life for Wen Jin.The reason why he is alive is because there is another Wen Jin in this world, and he is told to treat him well, and use what he has learned all his life to give this person all the tenderness and tenderness,

When Wei Shengxun packed up the tableware, the two of them sat alone just like when they came yesterday.One person pushes.

It was still early for the two of them, even so, there were already a few people who were preparing for class in the classroom.

The air conditioner was beeping, and it was slowly cooling down behind him. Wen Jin and Wei Shengxun looked at each other, and then both sat on their seats, arranging their things.

"Wen Jin, Weisheng, good morning! Are you two from the same school? Yesterday when I went back to the dormitory, I turned around and saw that you two seemed to have gone back together." Sheng Ruonan greeted the two of them while eating a pickle cake, "This cake It's really not good, so I won't buy it tomorrow."

Wrapping the cake in a bag, she threw it into the trash can behind the two of them. Seeing the cake Wenwen fell into the trash can, she said, "Perfect."

Weishengxun didn't intend to speak. His relationship with Wen Jin, apart from his current alumni, was that Weishengxun was Wen Jin's temporary nanny. For some reason, he wanted to know how Wen Jin would explain the relationship between the two of them. , Nodding early in response to Sheng Ruonan's question, he lowered his head and pretended to be flipping through something on the table.

Holding the test paper drawn by Wen Jinquan, he slowly stroked that spot with his fingertips.

Wen Jin didn't expect Sheng Ruonan to ask him this question, "We are not from the same school, but we knew each other before, Weisheng is my very good friend, Weisheng, don't you think so?"

Looking up and seeing the two people looking at him together, Wei Shengxun folded the test paper in his hand and put it in a political book, nodding in agreement.

"Wow, I really can't see that you two can be friends. Wen Jin has such a good temper, and Weisheng's character is a bit cold. I really can't tell." Sheng Ruonan scratched the hair on the back of his head, "By the way , this is for you, thank you."

Put the test paper borrowed yesterday on Wen Jin's desk intact.

As soon as the test papers were put away, a girl from an unknown class outside the door rushed into Wen Jin's class, put a love letter on Wen Jin's desk, and said, "Student Wen Jin, I like you."

He ran away with his cheeks full of clouds.

"No, why didn't this girl even say her name, she just ran away, who knows her." Seeing the figure disappearing outside the door, Sheng Ruonan expounded his point of view.

Wen Jin, who was confessed, was a little embarrassed for a while. He didn't even know her girl, so he got a compliment from her. Looking at the love letter on the table, he didn't see it, and he didn't see it.

"Wen Jin, don't you want to read what's written in it?" Sheng Ruonan asked as he looked at Wen Jin, who was blushing.