Crush in marriage

The atmosphere was awkward for a while.

The driver pretended not to see anything, and got out of the car quietly in the peripheral vision of the two of them.

The car door was lightly closed, and the two looked at each other again.

When Shi Xun retreated in embarrassment, Bo Shengu quickly raised his hand to stabilize his waist: "Be gentle, be careful of the knife."

Shi Xun didn't notice it at first, but after Bo Shengu reminded him, the pain of pulling disappeared from the suture instead.

He pressed Bo Shengu's chest hard, and stood up unhappily.

The smile on Bai Chengu's mouth has not dissipated, the arc of the smile gradually coincides with the smile of the boy in his memory, degrading the anger in Shi Xun's heart.

Shi Xun muttered: "Isn't this still laughable?"

Bo Chen stopped the action of tidying his clothes: "What?"

Shi Xun glanced over, and randomly grabbed a few hands on his roughly trimmed clothes.

The skirt was messy again, with many folds.

But this obviously wasn't enough to vent his anger, Shi Xun couldn't help but approach Bo Shengu again, taking advantage of the gap between the other's stunned eyes, he bit his lip.

A tiny tingling pain just came, and the two pieces of softness left with the tip of the tooth.

Shi Xun's words seemed to be mixed with barbs, and he was still dissatisfied: "I haven't finished biting it yet, don't try to renege on it."

He pushed open the car door and left, leaving Bo Shengu alone in the car in shock.

The temperature between the lips has not yet dissipated, but it turned into joy little by little, filling Bai Chen's old smile again.

He picked up the porridge cup in the car, unconsciously licked it to find the place where he had bitten it, and got out of the car after tidying up his clothes.

Mother Bai, who had just stood still in the living room for a while, saw the two of them, and immediately became disappointed: "Why so fast?"

Neither of them picked up the conversation.

Bo Chengu sat on the sofa with his mother, and handed the warm porridge to Shi Xun.

"I bought an afternoon ticket and am going back to Jinsong."

As soon as the words came out, Mother Bai became worried: "I've only been here for a few days and I'm going back? I haven't had time to have a good talk with Xiao Xun yet."

Bo Shengu raised his eyes and looked at Shi Xun: "If you haven't had enough fun, you can stay here for two more days. I'll go back first, and I'll book a ticket for you in two days."

Shi Xun shook his head without thinking.

He and Bo Shengu only agreed for half a year, which is too short, he must hurry up and not waste a single day.

It's just that he refused too simply, so he couldn't help but want to leave quickly.

Realizing this level, Shi Xun hurriedly found a reason to explain: "It's not that I don't want to stay with you, it's that I haven't been to the laboratory for surgery before, and the progress of the part I'm in charge of has fallen behind. If I don't go back, I will affect other people."

Mother Bai patted the back of his hand, obviously not paying attention to it: "I know you young people are busy, and I will fly to Jinsong to see you after a while."

Shi Xun nodded again and again: "Then it's settled, we must come."

They still ate lunch at home. During the meal, Bai's mother introduced him to Bai Chengu's younger brother, Bai Xiangyuan, but Shi Xun still couldn't meet Bai Chengu's father until they set off for the airport.

As the cool autumn wind swept by, Shi Xun stood at the gate of the airport, reluctant to bid farewell to this brief warmth.

Bo Chengu caressed his back, reminding him that the time is almost up.

While waiting in front of the boarding gate, Shi Xun disappeared for a while, Bo Chen didn't know what he was doing, but he could feel that he was secretly happy.

The light and shadow outside the window changes rapidly, and the row upon row of city scenes gradually fade away and become smaller existences.

During the years of living in Jinsong, Shi Xun would go back to Beichi every Qingming Festival.

He always buys the ticket in the last row because there is a greater chance that the seat next to him will be empty.

He often closed his eyes quietly, imagining that the person accompanying him was Bo Shengu, but he never spoke to him.

Now that the fantasy has come true, Bo Shengu did not say a word to him.

When they returned to Jinsong, there would be no such strong assists from Bai Mama. He had to save some welfare for himself before getting off the plane.

Shi Xun quietly took out a piece of paper full of handwriting and pressed it under his hand, elbowed Bai Chengu: "Are you asleep?"

Bo Chengu opened his eyes and turned his head to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Shi Xun twitched the corner of his mouth in displeasure: "You laugh at me and haven't finished the matter of my swollen mouth, so you have nothing to say to me?"

Bo Chengu pursed his lips, his eyes turned: "I can do whatever you think is more appropriate."

"I want to have a good talk with you." Shi Xun said in a low voice, "About our future."

He had a serious expression, and there were some uncommon wrinkles between his brows.

Bo Chen had a bad premonition faintly, but he couldn't escape it, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and nod.

Shi Xun lowered his eyes and said, "I actually feel that you treat me coldly a lot of the time, even worse than when we were friends before."

Bo Chengu looked at Shi Xun with a complicated expression, his lips moved, but he never spoke.

Shi Xun continued: "You even gave me a letter of intent from the very beginning, just because you were bullying me because I couldn't resist."

"The letter of intent—"

"Didn't you give it?" Shi Xun asked back.

Bai Chengu's breathing stagnated, unable to refute.

Gusts of cold air gushed out from the air outlet of the air conditioner, and fell into Shi Xun's eyes head-on, prompting him to burst into tears: "No matter what, at least in the next period of time, you should be nice to me, okay?"

Seeing Shi Xun who was used to pretending to be strong, after a few words, Bo Shengu's heart became completely soft.

He stretched out his hand in a panic, but he didn't know how to comfort Shi Xun, so he could only ask softly: "Then what do you want me to do?"

Shi Xun raised his eyes and raised his curved back slightly.He took out half a piece of paper from under his forearm, pinched the edge of the paper and approached Bo Shengu's field of vision.

"I wrote a list of things I want to do, can you accompany me in your free time?"

Bo Chengu looked down at the list, it was full of trivial things, even ordinary friends could accompany him to complete them, but these became his wish to fulfill.

He watched Shi Xun with an increasingly aggrieved expression, and a burst of sadness rolled over his heart.

"It's okay, I'm used to being lonely anyway, so forget it."

Before the words finished, Bai Chengu let go: "I promise, can't I do it with you all the time?"

Shi Xun raised his eyes suspiciously: "Then, then you sign it as proof."

He pulled down the dining table, spread the paper on it, and pushed it in front of Bo Shengu.

Bo Chengu took out the pen in his hand and wrote his name on the paper.

When the tip of the pen falls to the end, Shi Xun's sorrow dissipates in an instant.

He picked up the piece of paper and unfolded it from the middle, half a piece of paper turned into a whole in an instant.

Bo Chengu was stunned for a moment, and his gaze swept to the other half of the hidden paper.

In the dense ranks, the handwriting is particularly eye-catching.

Find relatives with time, hug with time, make love with time...

Bai Chengu's eyes shook.

"Ah, that's right." Shi Xun laughed, "There is one more thing."

He leaned over to Bo Chengu, and bit his lip hard.

The mark overlapped with the one he had bitten at noon, leaving an obvious wound.

"That's even."

Shi Xun flicked the piece of paper in his hand, proudly said to Bo Chen, "You keep what you say, Brother Chen."

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ps: The reason why it is "Brother Chen" is because it was mentioned earlier that Bai Chen used the name Bai Chen in high school, it is not a typo.

God knows why I can get sick even when the air conditioner is blowing at 28 degrees, I finally wrote it out, and I can only do the intensive revision tomorrow morning~ Sorry, sorry~