When Wen Xia just brought Da Pigeon back, Comrade Wen threatened him every other day that he would throw the cat away. Although he knew that this little old rascal was just talking nonsense, he couldn't stand his constant nagging every day, so he simply bought two surveillance cameras, one in the living room and one in his room, and told Wen Shanhai that if you do something to Da Pigeon, these can record the evidence of your crime.

Wen Shanhai groaned and stopped.

Later, when they moved out, Wen Xia took one of the cameras away and left another in his room. At

noon, Wen Shanhai went to the kitchen. The two of them had lunch, and he cooked five or six dishes. Wen Xia couldn't stop.

"Are there guests at noon?" Wen Xia asked.

Wen Shanhai smiled mysteriously, did not answer, hummed a little tune and served the last dish of ox blood soup to the table: "Look at what you are wearing, so casual, go back to your room and change clothes."

Wen Xia stood still, his suspicious eyes swept back and forth across his father's face.

"Go!"

Wen Xia went back to his room to change clothes, with a bad premonition in his heart. This premonition soon came true. As soon as he took off his shirt, he heard Wen Shanhai's warm and hospitable voice coming from downstairs: "Here you are, come in and sit down. The slippers are here - is this your son? Oh, he is really handsome!"

This sentence is really familiar.

Sometimes Wen Xia really thinks that it is not unreasonable for his old comrade Wen to be neighbors with Fang Lianshu across the street for so many years.

After he changed his clothes and went downstairs, Wen Shanhai immediately pulled him over: "Come, Xiaoxia, say hello. This is Doctor Liao, you can just call him Uncle Liao. This is Liao Xingchen, your Uncle Liao's son, older than you - how much? Two years?"

Doctor Liao said: "My son is 28 this year."

"That means he is two years older," Wen Shanhai said happily, "you should call him brother."

"Well, we are all young people, and a two-year age difference doesn't make much difference. There's no need to be so fussy about it ."

The two fathers talked happily, Wen Xia and Liao Xingchen looked at each other, and before they could retract their surprise.

"Should I say... coincidence?" Liao Xingchen smiled helplessly, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear when shaking hands.

"It's quite a coincidence." Wen Xia glanced at his father.

This meal was not just a simple meal. Wen Shanhai and Dr. Liao chatted with each other at the table, and most of the topics revolved around their own or both sons. If he couldn't understand the parents' intentions, then Wen Xia could take his brain out and eat hot pot.

"My son said he was going to study medicine, and I was so happy. I thought I could leave our hospital to him in the future. Who knew that he would go to study veterinary medicine? I was so angry..."

"Veterinarian is also good. Which family doesn't have a pet now?"

"Yeah, I thought later, just study it, as long as you are happy, right? Now he has opened a pet hospital, which is not bad."

"What a coincidence, isn't it? Xiaoxia in our family has a cat, and it's a ragdoll cat! It's a very beautiful cat." "

Really? Where is it? I didn't see it when I entered the house."

"He hasn't brought it back yet. He's running his own game studio now and has moved out to live. The kitten is with him. He told me yesterday that the kitten was sick - gastroenteritis, right?"

Wen Xia was suddenly asked, and nodded calmly under Liao Xingchen's strange gaze: "Yes."

Doctor Liao said with concern: "Is it serious? Have you seen a doctor? If not, then you can take our Xingchen to see him later. His medical skills are impeccable."

Wen Xia: "I've seen it, and there's no problem now." Your son saw it himself.

"That's fine," Dr. Liao nodded, and then changed the subject, "You are making games now?"

Wen Shanhai took over the conversation: "Yes! He has his own game studio. Alas, like you, I also thought about handing the company over to him in the future. Isn't it that he doesn't want to? Then I thought forget it, as long as he is happy."

"That's right! Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Let them do whatever they like. As parents, we just need to support them. To be honest, my son is also good at games!"

"Wow, so amazing..."

Isn't this just a blind date?

Wen Xia sat there with the bowl in his hand, feeling very nervous. One minute seemed like a century. He really didn't understand the move made by old comrade Wen Shanhai.

He took a look at Liao Xingchen and found that this one was even more important. He was slacking off on the spot, holding chopsticks in one hand and secretly playing with his mobile phone under the table with the other. The amazing thing is that when the topic was brought to him, he could still raise his head and smile back at the old fathers in time, saying things including but not limited to "yes", "isn't it", "indeed", "no, no", etc.

Wen Xia would like to call him a master of fooling around.

The old fathers talked and laughed about their children's problems. Finally, when they saw that the two children had finished eating, they said, "Okay, you two don't sit here stupidly. You can't chat with us two old people. Go out for a walk and chat to help digest the food."

Doctor Liao: "Oh, by the way, isn't there a movie that is very popular recently? You two can go to see a movie when you are free."

- Wen Xia was kicked out of the house like this. Take Liao Xingchen with him.

The two looked at each other silently for five seconds at the door of their house. Liao Xingchen spoke first: "Does your cat also have gastroenteritis?"

Wen Xia; "No."

Liao Xingchen understood after a little thought. His eyes became meaningful, but he didn't say anything. He asked him: "Are you going to the movies?"

"Do you really want to go?" Wen Xia asked, "You can't fail to see what they mean?"

"Of course, my dad told me the purpose of this meal on the way," Liao Xingchen smiled gently, "but don't worry, I don't mean that."

Wen Xia certainly didn't mean that either. The two walked out of the front yard, and the door of the house opposite suddenly opened. Fang Huai walked out with the car key turning. The little whistle in his mouth stopped the moment he saw Wen Xia.

He jumped down the small steps in two steps and walked towards Wen Xia with a step that didn't recognize any relatives: "Who did you think you were..."

"Can you change your words?" Wen Xia interrupted mercilessly.

Fang Huai immediately jumped up: "

Why do you care about me!" "Who cares about you?" Wen Xia took a look at the car keys in his hand, "Are you going out? Which sports car are you driving today? The one you gave me?"

"Can you please not mention this? Are you so poor?"

"You are so poor, aren't you? If you weren't poor, would you be able to give me a car?"

"You..."

Fang Huai couldn't explain what he meant by "you", so he turned around and walked away angrily. After a while, a brand new blue sports car drove out of the garage, sped past without stopping, and soon disappeared from sight.

Liao Xingchen: "What is this?"

Wen Xia shook his head: "Bad fate."

The two walked forward slowly. Wen Xia glanced at Liao Xingchen and couldn't help but ask: "Have you known Lin Fengqi for a long time?"

Liao Xingchen replied: "Not long, just two years. He picked up Ah Mo and met him when he brought him to the clinic for treatment."

Wen Xia said "Oh".

"What about you guys?" Liao Xingchen asked, "Why did you suddenly 'rent together'?"

He slowly emphasized the word "rent together", originally intending to hint to Wen Xia that he knew that their relationship was not ordinary, but to Wen Xia's ears, it had a different meaning.

Is this considered a culprit? Wen Xia wondered, by emphasizing the word "shared rental", was he also warning himself of something?

His heart sank, and he suddenly lost interest in chatting. He said in a muffled voice, "I won't be able to live

here for long." He and Lin Fengqi only have a relationship of interest. Their marriage is fake, and divorce is a matter of sooner or later. He, Wen Xia, doesn't want to tie his whole life to someone who doesn't like him. Although he has given a lot... but as a human being! You still have to have backbone!

What's wrong with 200,000? If he, Wen Xia, takes over Comrade Wen's company one day, he might make more than this!

Wen Xia gritted his teeth secretly, but didn't notice that Liao Xingchen's expression was thoughtful, and then he shook his head and sighed.

Liao Xingchen was really a little curious about how Lin Fengqi pursued people, and how he made the other party come to such a conclusion? Is he really capable of it?

As Wen Xia listened to the sighs of the people around him, his gnashing will was extinguished again, turning into a suffocating anger that weighed heavily on his chest.

The owner wanted him to hurry up, roll up the roof and leave...

He thought about it, and finally couldn't help but curse Lin Fengqi in his heart, why did he always delay people, delaying him, Wen Xia, wasn't enough, now he was delaying others, Lin Fengqi, are you fucking capable?

After walking for such a long distance, the two of them had already walked out of the range that the two old fathers could see through the window. So they simply stopped pretending. Liao Xingchen left first and said before leaving: "Just tell them that there is an emergency at my clinic. If they want to blame someone, it can't be you."

So Wen Xia picked Lin Fengqi out and scolded him in her heart.

You are really a bastard, Lin Fengqi. Why do you let one good man after another wait for you.

After watching Liao Xingchen leave, Wen Xia did not go home immediately. Liao Xingchen is a good person, and he cannot be held responsible. Wen Xia went to a nearby coffee shop and sat for two hours before slowly walking home.

The dinner was over, Dr. Liao had already left, and old comrade Wen Shanhai drank some wine and was humming a little tune while cleaning up the table.

"Let me do it. Stop struggling and take a rest." Wen Xia took the dishes from him.

Wen Shanhai did not refuse. Seeing his son lifting up his sleeves to clean up the leftovers, his expression became sad. After his wife's death, he raised his son alone. He had spoiled his son for most of his life. He had never been willing to let him wash dishes or do housework before. Anyway, the family had money, so they could just hire a housekeeper to do this kind of work. His son should be surrounded by thousands of people and be the most carefree little prince.

But now...

maybe because of the wine, Wen Shanhai couldn't stop feeling melancholy: "Xiao Xia, it's Dad's fault. If it weren't for Dad... Alas..." He began to wipe away his tears as he spoke.

Comrade Old Wen would become sad and depressed whenever he drank, and Wen Xia was used to it. He felt amused and helpless: "Okay, go and take a rest. If you, as a father, are useless, what am I as a son? An old useless man bringing a little useless boy with him?"

"Don't say that," Wen Shanhai frowned and corrected him seriously, "My son is successful in everything he does!"

"Okay, okay."

Wen Shanhai staggered to the living room and lay down. Wen Xia cleaned up the aftermath of the meal and poured Wen Shanhai a glass of warm honey water: "Come, sober up."

Wen Shanhai propped himself up, drank two sips of honey water, and suddenly said: "Son, what do you think of Liao Xingchen?"

The author has something to say:

Xia Xia: He likes him...

General Lin: He likes him...

Otherwise, you two are a couple.