Wen Xia returned to the room, threw himself on the bed, and buried his face in the pillow.

The pillow was Lin Fengqi's. When he buried his head deeply in it, he could smell the faint scent of lavender, which made his mind a little calmer.

It was not so much love at first sight for him to have such a crush on Lin Fengqi, but rather curiosity killed the cat and he got himself into it.

In fact, before he remembered Lin Fengqi's face, he first remembered the boy's steady voice, which was somewhat incompatible with his age. It had a unique sense of coldness, but was not sharp, like a piece of marble buried under the snow.

The reason why he remembered this voice was because he had heard it at the morning meeting on Monday.

Wen Xia had not listened to the morning meeting carefully since he entered school. For him, the Monday morning meeting only helped him to catch up on his sleep, but it was a bit uncomfortable to sleep standing up, and he couldn't really fall asleep, otherwise he wouldn't be able to stand.

That morning, he closed his eyes and rested as usual, and then he heard a deep and cool voice. The voice read out the speech in an orderly manner, and every pause and every pause was just right. It was obviously a rigid and boring template speech, but when he read it out, it sounded like an unknown lullaby, very nice to listen to.

Wen Xia listened to the voice and wanted to open his eyes to take a look, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Then he really fell asleep.

The magical thing is that even if he fell asleep, he did not fall down, except that his head drooped slightly. As expected, he finally enjoyed the personal wake-up service of the head teacher.

When Wen Xia woke up, there was no student on the flag-raising platform. Only the school leader was left holding a manuscript and reading aloud passionately.

Not bad, very emotional. It was read very well, can you not read it next time?

Wen Xia listened, thinking of another voice in his mind.

Later, with a startled glance in the crowded corridor, Wen Xia thought, it was him.

The tranquility in the hustle and bustle is always special.

Young Master Wen has seen everything in the past ten years, and ordinary things can't attract his attention at all. But Lin Fengqi is special enough.

At that time, Lin Fengqi walked through the crowd after reading the grades and rankings. Wen Xia turned around and looked at his back as he walked away, raised his elbow and nudged his friend beside him: "Who else?"

His friend followed his gaze and said: "Who else could it be? Lin Fengqi, the one ranked first. The 'student from another class' that our class teacher always talks about to drag us down is him."

Teachers all like good students, and Lin Fengqi is impeccable in every aspect, and is deeply loved by teachers of all subjects. Although their high school can also rank among the best in the city, there is still a clear difference in the atmosphere between the key classes and ordinary classes. After all, it is always the top students who really support the reputation of the school.

Wen Xia was in the last class at that time. Under his leadership, the atmosphere of the whole class was full of adolescent restlessness. Anyone who saw that atmosphere would know that it was definitely not a class with good grades.

He and Lin Fengqi were two extremes. One was so quiet that he excluded the world, and the other wanted to take all the excitement in the world into his own pocket.

People are born with curiosity about special things.

Wen Xia didn't pay attention to it before, but when he noticed such a person, he found that it seemed that there were more things related to him around him.

For example, the teachers often used Lin Fengqi as a positive example to criticize them in class; for example, sometimes on the way to morning exercises, he would see Lin Fengqi standing in the A class team, he was the leader; for example, when he went to eat at noon, there were several windows, but sometimes he could turn around and see a familiar figure in the next team, or in the gap between the next team; for example...

why is he everywhere?

Wen Xia is always looking at him and observing him. Gradually, he will also discover some of the other party's small habits.

For example, Lin Fengqi likes to wear turtleneck sweaters. Their school has three sets of uniforms, one for summer, one for spring, autumn and winter. When the weather gets colder, everyone wears more and more clothes under their uniforms. The winter uniforms are thick enough, with a layer of warm fleece inside. Wen Xia noticed that Lin Fengqi often wears a turtleneck sweater inside.

For example, Lin Fengqi doesn't eat spicy food very much. When he saw him passing by not far from her in the cafeteria, the dishes on his plate were very healthy in color, and the red color of peppers was rarely seen. At that time, Wen Xia didn't know whether he was not good at eating or didn't like eating.

For example, Lin Fengqi would occasionally be in a daze.

For example...

By the time Wen Xia reacted, the final exams were over.

That semester, Wen Xia's final exam results improved by leaps and bounds, but he didn't think he studied very hard. He would just read a little more and finish a few more exercises when he thought of Lin Fengqi.

Before the upcoming winter vacation, Wen Xia found that there was only one thing that disappointed him - he couldn't see Lin Fengqi during the vacation.

If this is not considered love.

But would someone fall in love with someone just because they looked at him a few more times?

Wen Xia didn't know, but when school started again, he began to indulge himself in paying too much attention to Lin Fengqi. His monthly exam results were getting better and better, and even his classmates noticed the separation, and they grabbed him and howled: "Old Xia, where are you going to leave us behind-"

Where to go?

Wen Xia looked in the direction of Class A.

"I'm going to face the challenges of life." He patted his friend's shoulder earnestly.

Wen Xia's academic performance is average because he doesn't like to study. He doesn't like this boring thing, but in fact he is not stupid. From childhood to adulthood, the most common words teachers have said to Wen Shanhai are: Your child's mind is not on learning, Miaozi is a good seedling...

At the end of the second semester of high school, Wen Xia was admitted to Class A and became a classmate of Lin Fengqi.

Wen Shanhai was very happy, and his old father cried and said that my son has finally grown up and doesn't let his father worry about him anymore.

Only Wen Xia knows why he was admitted to Class A.

The number of people in Class A is constant. If someone is admitted, someone will inevitably leave, and the seats in the class will have to be rearranged. There was no regular arrangement of seats, but in the seating chart arranged by the head teacher, he and Lin Fengqi were not together - not only were they not at the same table, but they were not in the same area.

Wen Xia secretly went to find the classmate who sat at the same table with Lin Fengqi, and after a lot of persuasion, he finally agreed to treat the other party to lunch for half a month as a deal, and went to the head teacher to exchange seats. The

classmate asked him: "Why do you have to exchange seats with me?"

Wen Xia said righteously: "I am the only one who was transferred from Class 9. I was afraid that I could not keep up. When it came to the last round, I wanted to hug the thigh of the top student in the grade."

Unfortunately, it is easy to hug the thigh of the top student in the grade, but it is not so easy to warm your heart.

Anyway, Wen Xia has been hugging for three years without success.

——So, he didn't think that after so many years of separation, meeting again would warm up Lin Fengqi. If it

was going to warm up, it would have warmed up a long time ago. Wen Xia was depressed for a long time, got up and took a shower, to clear his confused mind.

Zou Boyan called him again to ask him to go out and play. Wen Xia, who had just finished taking a shower, refused outright: "No." "

Comrade Wen Xia, I've noticed that you've been very unsociable recently," Zou Boyan said, "Don't tell me that you had a fake marriage and really acted like a good family man." Wen

Xia: "Haha."

Zou Boyan savored the emotions implied in these two words for a while, and asked; "Master, what's wrong, are you in a bad mood?"

"You know again?"

"How can I not know you? We grew up wearing the same pants. Even if you fart, I know what you ate last night."

"...Are you disgusting?"

"I'm worried about you~~" "

Get lost."

"No kidding," Zou Boyan restrained himself, "Is it Lin Fengqi again?"

Wen Xia frowned: "It's none of his business."

"Yes, it is indeed related to him."

"..."

If it were in the past, Wen Xia might have pulled Zou Boyan to complain about how difficult it was to pursue Lin Fengqi... but now he is not able to do such a thing.

Maybe, with love, it is like drinking water, only the person knows whether it is hot or cold.

Zou Boyan was also considerate and did not ask any more questions. He was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "Wen Xia, I'm serious, you still have expectations for him, right?"

The word "have expectations" is very ambiguous. Do you

still like him? Not necessarily, maybe you are just trapped in the reluctance of not getting what you wanted in the past.

Then you say you don't like him? This is not necessarily the case. Who knows whether the underlying color of reluctance is still love.

But no matter which one, it can ultimately be attributed to-expectations.

Wen Xia hung up the phone in a somewhat wolfish manner.

The scent of lavender on the pillow was very faint, so faint that it could only be smelled when one buried deeply in the bed like before. But he suddenly realized that his problem with being picky about the bed seemed to be more severe only in the first two days. In the following days, his sleep quality stabilized at an unprecedented speed.

He originally thought that it was just because Lin Fengqi's pillow was not bad, and the mattress and quilt were also comfortable enough.

Thinking of this, Wen Xia sat up again and took off the pillowcase, and nothing fell out. But he turned the pillow over and found a small circle of red marks on the ground. He leaned in and smelled it, and it was the scent of lavender.

It should be the calming essential oil.

Wen Xia hugged the pillow and suddenly felt a little... at a loss.

Was it a coincidence? Lin Fengqi should have lived in this room before, but he vacated it for him. Then, could this pillow also be the one Lin Fengqi used before? He runs such a big company, and he must be under a lot of work pressure. For the sake of sleep quality at night, it is not too much to prepare some calming essential oils?

Yes, it must be like this.

Wen Xia kept convincing himself, put the pillow back on, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

But he still couldn't sleep that night.

He fell asleep near dawn and overslept. In the end, he was woken up by Wen Daye's pat on the face. When he opened his eyes, there were several calls from the studio on his muted mobile phone, including Liu Feisi and Ah Deng. People in the group also tagged him, asking him what was wrong and why he didn't go to the studio.

Wen Xia looked at the time... It was almost twelve o'clock in the afternoon?

"Shit." He woke up instantly, sat up with a straight back, rubbed his sleep-messy hair and felt a little annoyed.

It's okay for the boss to take the lead in skipping work.

Wen Xia turned over and got out of bed, washed up, and took good care of Grandpa Wen before opening the door to go out and prepare some food.

As a result, as soon as she opened the door, she heard the sound of the dog in the next bedroom pushing the door.

Lin Feng got up earlier than Wen Xia and locked Ah Moo in the room before leaving. Wen Xia turned her head to take a look at the extra schedule on the corridor wall. There was almost the same sentence every morning: flexibly switch the free time of the two pets before going to work.

Wen Xia guessed that this might mean that whoever gets up first will let his pet out to have fun first, and when the other person gets up, it will be the other person's turn to let the pet out.

Today, Lin Fengqi estimated that he would not wait for Wen Xia to wake up before he went out, so he sent his big black dog back to the room.

Who knew that Wen Xia would sleep until noon... Poor Ah Moo was bored in the room

for the whole morning. Dogs need more activity and space than cats. Before Wen Da'e came, Ah Moo had probably never suffered the treatment of a lonely dog ​​in a small space for several hours. He had wanted to get out a long time ago. When he heard the movement outside the door, he began to sob.

"Here I come, be good and don't make trouble." Wen Xia said, walked over to open the door, and let the big black dog out.

Ah Moo excitedly pounced on him, and then began to stroll and parkour happily in the house. However, Wen Xia looked at the mess in the room and twitched his lips.

When large dogs have nowhere to vent their energy, it is common for them to destroy the house.

Wen Xia hesitated for a moment, but decided to do a good deed. He saw it all, so he couldn't just ignore it.

Tissue paper fell to the ground, and the scraps of paper that Ah Moo had bitten out were all over the ground. There was also a pile of dog food scattered around the dog bowl; going further inside - it was even worse, all the books on Lin Fengqi's bookshelf were knocked down by Ah Moo, and fell to the ground one by one. Some of them were opened when they fell, and the pages of the books were pressed into a mess.

Wen Xia swept up the scraps of paper and dog food on the ground, and then went to pick up the books on the ground.

Ah Moo came to him with a toy in his mouth.

"Wait a minute, I'm busy now, look at what you've done..." Wen Xia muttered as she picked up the books, and when she was about to reach out to pick up another book, she suddenly stopped.

To be precise, it was not a book, but a notebook, which was opened face up after it fell to the ground.

Wen Xia saw the familiar handwriting on it, belonging to Lin Fengqi -

x year x month x day, sunny

Wen Xia talked to me, and I was too nervous to answer him properly.

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