It is now 10 o'clock in the morning on Sunday.

There are not many customers in the cafe, light music is slowly flowing, and large swathes of sunlight shine in through the French windows, still with the golden color of the early morning.

Wen Xia silently looked at the agreement on the table.

The white paper reflected light quite strongly, and the four big words "Prenuptial Agreement" on the cover of the agreement were almost swallowed by the sunlight.

"You can take a closer look, if there is no problem, just sign it." The man opposite was dressed in a suit and had a cold face. He glanced at his watch as he spoke.

When Wen Xia saw him like this, he pushed the agreement forward, leaned back, and put on airs: "Why, are you in a hurry?"

Lin Fengqi's face was expressionless: "I have a meeting at eleven o'clock."

Wen Xia: "Oh, there's still an hour left, why are you in a hurry?"

Lin Fengqi: "..." After

blocking the person opposite him, Wen Xia was a little proud, and then he picked up the agreement on the table and flipped through it slowly - in fact, he was not reading it at all.

He was a little panicked now.

Really want to get married? With Lin Fengqi?

Is it too late to run now?

Or finish the coffee first and then run?

If you run, the duck that is about to reach your mouth will fly away... But this person is Lin Fengqi! Lin Fengqi!

Wen Xia really wants to have a cigarette at this moment.

There is no need to go back too far to trace this matter back, just go back to yesterday.

A month ago, the long-silent high school class suddenly shook, and the monitor shouted: Classmates, I looked at the stars at night and calculated with my fingers. It's time for us to have a reunion!

Wen Xia is familiar with this. The last reunion was two years ago, and the one before that was four years ago. Since

graduation, there have been five reunions. Except for the first and second reunions, which were held one year apart, the reunions after that were held every two years. Wen Xia did not attend the first two reunions.

Yesterday, Saturday, was the fifth reunion.

Wen Xia always thought that "5" was a good number, just like his student number in high school was 05. What a good harvest, a wealth of knowledge, and five blessings... How auspicious and festive.

But yesterday's "5" was not very wonderful.

The activities of the class reunion are fully planned by the class monitor. The whole day is arranged as follows: gather in the morning, go to the farmhouse, play cards in the afternoon, have an outdoor barbecue in the evening, drink some wine, chat, play some games, and then adjourn.

Wen Xia, as the deputy class monitor, is responsible for recording and counting the number of people.

He has a headache every time this happens. When he didn't attend the first two times, this job was also the class monitor's. Later, when he joined, it fell on his head.

Not everyone will check the class group. It was okay in the first two years. From time to time, someone would pop up and chat for a few words, but later it gradually became quiet. Only when the class monitor invited everyone to discuss the class reunion did it warm up again. And those who don't check the class group don't mean that they won't come to the class reunion. So when necessary, Wen Xia had to go to each of them one by one and ask them if they wanted to come to the party.

Among them, there was one person that Wen Xia was extremely reluctant to ask, and that was Lin Fengqi.

Lin Fengqi was his ill-fated fate.

Wen Xia's family had some money, and he had been treated like a celebrity since he was a child, except for Lin Fengqi.

He and Lin Fengqi were not in the same class at the beginning. Lin Fengqi was in the top class when he entered school, but he was different. He almost went to the last class. And Lin Fengqi, just like his name, was a celebrity in the school, and he had been the top student in the grade for three years. He was good-looking, good at studying, and good at sports. He attracted attention wherever he went, and was a real flower from the high mountains.

Wen Xia has liked Lin Fengqi for three years and has been pursuing him relentlessly for three years. After careful consideration, Lin Fengqi's attitudes towards him can be divided into the following categories:

"Don't touch me."

"Don't look at me."

"Stay away from me."

In short, it means: I don't like you.

Wen Xia certainly asked him if he didn't like boys at all. If so, I would never bother him. There is a saying that goes, don't get close to straight men, you will become unhappy.

But Lin Fengqi has not answered this question for three years. So Wen Xia thought, is this a kind of playing hard to get? But he waited and waited, chased and chased, but he was not caught, instead he was exhausted physically and mentally.

Archimedes said, give me a lever, I can pry the earth. Wen Xia thought, bullshit, I can't even pry the person I like.

Young Master Wen had been so powerful for more than ten years, how could he be so miserable? He was disheartened and waved his hand, saying, "Whoever wants to serve me can serve me. I don't want to do it anymore. Can't I just stop liking you?"

It was the time for graduation from high school, and Young Master Wen kept his word and parted ways with Lin Fengqi.

As the saying goes, love and hate are just a matter of thought. Wen Xia, who has been proud since childhood, couldn't help but grit his teeth every time he recalled this first love experience. He couldn't tell whether he felt more regret or more resentment for not being able to love someone. In short, it was right to have resentment in his heart.

This was also the reason why he chose not to attend the first two class reunions. He didn't want to run into Lin Fengqi. Later, he asked the monitor who would go and who wouldn't. He happily signed up when he learned that Lin Fengqi couldn't go because of something.

Every time he counted the number of people, he would bite the bullet and chat with Lin Fengqi privately, but he would always get a cold response: No.

Wen Xia felt relieved but also suffocated.

After all, they are old classmates, so couldn't you be a little more enthusiastic? It was as if no one cared about you going.

But the person who was originally not going to the class reunion suddenly showed up at the farmhouse yesterday afternoon. They happened to be preparing to go for an outdoor barbecue, and they were a little stunned when they saw him.

It was the class monitor who came out and took responsibility: "It's my fault. I forgot to tell you. Lin Fengqi came here specially after finishing his work today, right?"

Lin Fengqi said lightly: "Yeah."

Then he turned his eyes and looked at Wen Xia head-on.

Wen Xia was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly reacted and began to comfort himself, saying that it was okay, there were so many people, and it didn't matter if he didn't talk to Lin Fengqi. It was normal for old classmates who hadn't contacted each other for many years to become estranged.

The stinky mynah bird his father raised would forget about him in a week.

He ignored Lin Fengqi and continued to do what he had to do until after the barbecue when everyone sat around drinking and chatting. Perhaps because they drank too much, some people started talking without restraint. One of them suddenly called Wen Xia and said, "Wen Xia, I'll tell you something in secret. My uncle is working on a big project recently. Go back and tell your dad. If you're willing, I'll let my uncle bring your dad along..."

Before he finished speaking, he was poked hard with his elbow by someone next to him. The person who poked him smiled awkwardly at Wen Xia and said that he was drunk. You know he likes to brag when he is drunk.

Before Wen Xia could say anything, the person who was poked was unhappy: "What are you doing? What's wrong with that? Wen Xia is not as petty as you. He has his own company and is doing well... right, Wen Xia?"

He was drunk and his words were not malicious, but every word sounded so sarcastic.

In high school, everyone knew that Wen Xia's family was prominent and rich. The eldest son could easily call friends to join him with a wave of his hand. But in his senior year, the family business had an accident and his father was severely cheated by a partner, losing most of his fortune. This led to a series of deficit repairs, compensations, lawsuits, etc., which cost him a lot of money.

After all the trouble, the phrase "the family has fallen into poverty" is the most appropriate to describe Wen Xia.

At that time, Wen Xia had just graduated from university and had just set up his own small studio. After this incident, the studio was almost disbanded. Until now, his family still owes several debts.

There are classmates in the class who have some family background. In this circle, news spreads very quickly. It didn't take long for it to spread among old classmates. Everyone knew that the rich young master back then was now in poverty.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little tense. Wen Xia ignored it and asked the class monitor for wine.

As soon as he pulled the ring, he heard Lin Fengqi, who was sitting a few seats away, ask, "Is your uncle called Qian Wenli?"

The man said, "Yeah, I remember now. Does our General Manager Lin know my uncle? I've heard my uncle talk about you, you bastard. You are the best student in our class now." He said drunkenly, raising a thumb in exaggeration.

If we say that Wen Xia and Lin Fengqi are as different as heaven and earth in terms of family background, then Wen Xia is the cloud and Lin Fengqi is the mud. The only shortcoming of a beautiful and academic flower is that his family is poor. Despite his own excellence, his poor family background still attracted a lot of gossip about him, and there were always voices of ridicule, either overtly or covertly.

But now, the difference is still as big as the difference, just reversed. When Lin Fengqi was still in college, he followed a senior who had already entered the society to do a project. From a temporary worker outside the staff to starting his own business after graduation, in just a few years, the company became famous in the industry. Now old classmates always tease him as "Mr. Lin".

It's really sad.

Wen Xia sighed in his heart while drinking the wine. It's really thirty years in the east and thirty years in the west. But he is not surprised that Lin Fengqi can achieve what he has now. Or he has always known that he is so good, as long as he wants to do it, he will succeed.

As for other people's sighs, he doesn't care.

Life is good or bad, it's your own, who cares what others think.

He pretended to glance at Lin Fengqi casually, and the latter still had that indifferent face of being detached from the world, and said: "I shouldn't have told you about the money. He didn't get the project. It's with me." After

this, the scene was quiet again.

The man's face turned from green to white, and then from white to red. He was choked and couldn't speak for a while. Wen Xia was lying if he said he was unhappy.

In the end, it was the squad leader who came out to change the topic to ease the atmosphere. He suggested playing games, and Wen Xia took the opportunity to win a few more hands from the man.

Later, the drinking party was over, and everyone went back to the city in groups of three or four according to the plan discussed in the afternoon.

Lin Fengqi came to her house at this time. He called Wen Xia to a quiet place far away, and then said, "Wen Xia, marry me." His tone was as calm as if he was saying: The moon is quite round today.

Wen Xia almost slipped and fell into the river.

Lin Fengqi reached out to help him up in a friendly manner.

He stood up hurriedly, his mind was blank, and he was shocked for a long time before he spoke with difficulty: "What?"

Lin Fengqi said, "I'm proposing to you."

"To whom?"

"You."

Wen Xia couldn't believe it: "Are you crazy or am I crazy? Are you drunk, brother?"

Lin Fengqi: "I'm not."

Wen Xia wanted to say something else, but when he saw the other party's cold and calm expression, he suddenly became calm. He knew that Lin Fengqi was not such a casual and inexplicable person. There must be some reason.

It has only been three years since same-sex marriage was opened to the public. Compared with the past, there are just many more same-sex couples holding hands and walking together on the street. In fact, there are not that many people who actually go to get the certificate and hold a grand wedding. These are not the point. The point is, which one of Lin Fengqi's songs?

Playing hard to get with delay? Ganqing is a high-ping warrior, right?

Wen Xia: "Tell me your reasons."

Lin Fengqi paused and said, "Show it to my mother."

Lin's mother was in poor health, and Wen Xia knew it. At that time, Lin Fengqi's family was poor because his mother was often hospitalized, and the elderly in the family were getting old and suffering from serious and minor illnesses. The whole family was supported by Lin's father's salary alone. With the need to pay for his wife's parents' medical treatment and his son's education, the already modest family assets were soon emptied.

Lin Fengqi said that his father passed away due to overwork when he was in college, and now he and his mother are the only ones left at home. His mother's health, which had been improving, has been bedridden for several years because of Lin's father's collapse again.

Wen Xia understood: "So your mother's only wish now is to see you get married?"

Lin Fengqi nodded.

"You... came out to your mother?" Wen Xia's expression was complicated.

"Yeah."

Lin's mother's current state can be said to have seen through life and death, and she is completely counting the time to live. So when she found out that her son liked men, she was only shocked for a short time, but she quickly digested it and sighed: "It's good that you live a happy life. As for other things..."

As for other things, she just wanted to see her son get married and start a family before she died.

Now he has a business, but not a family.

Wen Xia could understand this reason, but he still didn't understand: "Why me?"

Lin Fengqi stopped talking and remained silent for a long time.

Wen Xia thought of what was said at the drinking party, and also thought of the cold shoulder he received in high school, and couldn't help but sneer: "Lin Fengqi, are you humiliating me?"

Lin Fengqi seemed to frown and said coldly: "This is a hired servant, I will pay for it."

Maybe it was because of the alcohol, Wen Xia looked at his face that had lost its childishness in high school, and nodded in agreement.

——So there was a meeting in the cafe the next day.

Now that he is sober, Wen Xia regrets a little. Did he agree too straightforwardly? What's the difference between this and selling oneself for fame and fortune! No matter how poor Wen Xia is or how much debt his family owes, he can't do such a spineless thing!

He thought about it, looked down angrily, his eyes suddenly widened, then he raised his head and looked at Lin Fengqi in surprise.

Lin Fengqi had a pine-like back, sat upright, and said: "That's your monthly salary."

Wen Xia strengthened his heart and asked him: "Do you have a pen?"

Lin Fengqi handed him a pen.

He took it, signed his name in two strokes, and smiled at Lin Fengqi: "Happy cooperation, Mr. Lin."

He didn't want to.

But Lin Fengqi gave too much.

Getting married can make 200,000 a month, so nice.

The author has something to say:

A new creation for the Mid-Autumn Festival, a very daily daily sweet cake, just write it for fun, and everyone can also read it for fun, 啾!

*The background of same-sex marriage is fictitious, please don't be picky.