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26.

After Bie Xu finished sending this sentence, he started to book the plane ticket.

He hardly prepared anything, he simply packed a small bag and hurried to the airport.

By dusk, he had already landed in Wener's city.

Stepping on the broken gold all the way, Bie Xu came to Wengu's gate smoothly based on his general impression.

The setting sun fell on the glass door, reflecting the warm light, making people unable to see the scene inside the door clearly.The dark green plaque is one degree darker, and against the two ivory white characters, it is haloed in the soft light, making it more dignified and gentle.

Bie Xu took a deep breath, not daring to hesitate any longer, and pushed the door open in one go.

Wen Er was sitting at the small table, staring at the table full of books in a daze, and since receiving Bie Xu's message, he has been out of his mind.

He seldom plays a certain blog, and usually only updates his daily routine every few months. When he suddenly received a series of message reminders, he thought it was a virus in his phone in a daze.

Wen Er looked at the certain blog with the two quilts, stroked his thoughts a little, and then understood.

Surprised and moved, he quickly sent a message to Bie Xu to confirm.

Unexpectedly, I received an even bigger surprise.

Wen Er clicked on the chat box with Bie Xu again, read "Jingmin = You Youfang" again, but still couldn't understand these simple words.

There seemed to be some kind of mechanism in his mind, which became rusty and blunt as soon as it encountered this equation that even elementary school students could understand, and could not function for life or death.

Wen Er compared the news with his fingers, chanted back and forth rhythmically, and nodded his head bit by bit: "Bie Xu is Jingmin, Jingmin is Youyoufang, Biexu is...?"

No matter how smooth the front is, as soon as Wen Er arrives at this place, he will never be able to pronounce the name "You Youfang".

He sighed dejectedly, feeling like he was driving a racing car all the way, quickly passed the previous checkpoint, but got stuck at the last corner, no matter how he tried various methods, he couldn't drive it, and even almost flipped over. Get off the track.

Wen Er lowered his head, clutching the phone and twisting and turning repeatedly, without noticing any movement at the door.

It wasn't until Bie Xu stopped not far in front of him that he raised his head in a light shadow.

Eyes met, Bie Xu curled his mouth and smiled gently, Wen Er was stunned in disbelief, almost thinking he was hallucinating.

Before Wen Er could react, Bie Xu naturally pulled the chair across from him and sat down.

He put his legs together, his back straight, his hands folded, and he looked straight at Wen Er, nervous and sincere.

Wen Er subconsciously stretched out his arms and swept them forward, as if trying to hide all the books on the table.However, his hand froze in the air for a second, and before it touched the table, he retracted it with a whoosh.

He blinked again and again, and stuttered with a simple question: "You...how did you...come here?"

"I've come to apologize to you." Bie Xu didn't say any twists and turns, and got straight to the point, with a sincere tone: "I'm sorry."

The air was quiet for a few seconds, Wen Er rubbed his fingers, wringing his hands together, feeling very helpless.

The apology came out of the blue, but both knew what the other was talking about.Wen Er was half nervous, half flustered, raised his palm suddenly, and swung it quickly in a small arc: "It's okay."

"It's related." Bie Xu's eyes were fixed on him, his voice was not high, but he said firmly, "I should have told you earlier."

"Ah, this...it's okay." Wen Er scratched his hair, avoiding Bie Xu's sight almost hastily.Afraid that Bie Xu would not believe it, he repeatedly emphasized: "It really doesn't matter."

Bie Xu pursed his lips and tilted his head inconspicuously.

Then he nodded his chin again, stretched out his hand to gather the books on the table, as if deliberating, he spoke slowly, with a calm but firm tone.

He faced Wen Er face to face, and laid everything on the table without leaving a way out: "I am Jingmin, and I am also Youyoufang."

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Bie Xu looked at Wen Er steadily, but kept moving his hands.

He quickly divided the books on the table into two piles, sorted them according to the time of publication, and stacked them high.

Bie Xu pressed his hands on the top book of the two piles of books, and looked at Wen Er seriously: "I'm sorry I kept it from you," he blinked slyly, and then his tone changed suddenly, and he argued again, "But it's also You can’t blame me entirely.”

He explained slowly: "I was going to reveal my identity when I first met you, but you mentioned You Youfang first, which made me embarrassed to admit it. Later, you were scolded for being quiet, and I didn't know what to say .”

Bie Xu paused for the last time, put away the little grievance, lowered his head as if blaming himself, and his voice also sank: "However, there are still many opportunities to point it out, and it is my fault to hide it until now. "

"No..." Wen Er was still in shock, and after hearing his confession, he just waved his hands.

Bie Xu's expression was serious, and he carefully tested every word: "Will you hate me?"

"Of course not! I'm just too surprised." Wen Er grabbed his fingers and said with emotion, "I especially admire You Youfang and Jingmin, but I didn't expect them to be alone."

Wen Er stared blankly at Bie Xu: "I never thought they were all you."

Bie Xu was silent for a moment, then said again: "Sorry."

"Don't apologize to me," Wen Er couldn't help but fidget when he saw his serious expression.

He quickly began to analyze his fault: "After all, I never asked you."

Wen Er was talking, suddenly relieved: "I just think it's amazing." He smiled, tilted his head and thought for a while, and found a similar analogy, "It's like suddenly discovering that the star you like is your relative. .”

Biesu heaved a sigh of relief, and laughed too.

He picked up a book casually, flipped to the title page, and tapped with his fingertips, "After the book is published, it will be sent to you as soon as it is published, with a custom signature."

"Then I'll post it online to show off." Wen Er accepted his joke easily as before.

"Then can I ask for a response first? Big brother?"

The cause and effect are clearly explained, and finally waited until this crop.Bie Xu tensed up instantly, and said with ulterior motives.

Secretly excited, he quickly took out his phone, clicked on a certain blog, and pushed it in front of Wen Er.

"How should I respond?" Wen Er was a little confused. He really didn't understand the tradition of courteous reciprocity after being banished. He looked up and down Bie Xu's homepage and buried himself in research, "Comment? Or repost?"

Biesu smiled muffledly, and guided quietly: "Just give me a thumbs up."

Wen Er obediently gave a thumbs up, thought for a while, and made up a set of comments and forwarding.

A few minutes later, the phones of Wen Er and Bie Xu exploded at the same time.

Bie Xu had expected it a long time ago, so he drove unhurriedly, blocking the expression on his face, and kept observing the other side from the corner of his eye.

Wen Er was a little flustered, and quickly followed the message reminder to click in. The bottom of the original blog has become a sea of ​​joy for CP fans.

He couldn't help but secretly glanced in Bie Xu's direction several times.

It's not that Wen Er doesn't understand the culture of the cp circle at all, but he didn't expect that Bie Xu's fans would bring the two together.

He didn't know why, but a hint of secret happiness welled up in his heart, and then he was immediately suppressed by reason.

Wen Er coughed lightly, and asked with a little embarrassment: "Do you want to explain?"

I thought Bie Xu was tacit understanding, but he raised his head and looked at Wen Er with a confused expression on his face: "Explain what?"

Bie Xu was really frank with doubts, Wen Er choked, suddenly unable to speak.

He said vaguely: "Some of your fans think you like me."

"I do like you."

Bie Xu didn't take it seriously, and declared innocently.

"No..." Wen Er shook his head anxiously, "They thought it was... that kind of liking."

As he spoke, his speech became slower and slower, his voice became lower and lower, and the more he explained, the more confused he became: "It's the way you like men."

The corners of Bie Xu's mouth slowly curled up, about to overflow.

He forced himself to be calm, controlled his tone, and admitted: "That's the kind of liking I have for you."

Wen Er was taken aback for a moment, and opened his mouth, thinking that Bie Xu didn't understand, and wanted to explain more precisely.

But when he looked at Bie Xu, he suddenly seemed to understand that it was himself who didn't understand.

Don't worry about Wen Er's distracted mind at this moment, he said to himself: "I learned a song before and wanted to play it to the person I like, but unfortunately the person I liked didn't understand it at the time."

He picked two chorus lines, hummed them again, looked at Wen Er's blank look, and smiled slightly.

Bie Xu continued to say softly: "I like a very good person. He is gentle, kind, cute, responsible, and has a sense of responsibility. He can go to the hall and go to the kitchen. I fell in love with him at first sight."

Wen Er found that these words were extremely familiar, and looked at Bie Xu in a panic, and happened to meet his affectionate eyes that he never looked away.

"Wen Er, I really tried my best to let you find out—"

"I like you."