Some people are dead, but they are still alive; some people are alive, but they are already dead.

Lin Fengqi felt that his life was worse than death. After he said this, he wanted to bite off his tongue, and looked away, not daring to look Wen Xia in the face.

After a moment, Wen Xia finally spoke: "Stop it, Lin Fengqi."

The heavy sighing tone made Lin Fengqi feel cold. His lips moved, and he wanted to say something to make up for it, but in the end he couldn't hold anything out, and he let go of his hand awkwardly.

Wen Xia turned and walked out the door.

Lin Fengqi was left standing at the entrance, with his head down, as if he had lost his soul.

Wen Xia was so angry that his head hurt. He called Zou Boyan on the way and yelled, "I finally understand. Lin Fengqi is just an idiot! A complete idiot! I suspect he has turned all his emotional intelligence points into IQ points. How can there be such a stupid person?"

Zou Boyan was still sleepy in the early morning. He yawned and said in a daze, "Why don't you just go for it?"

Wen Xia didn't even think about it: "I don't want to go for it."

"Then what do you want?"

What do you want?

Wen Xia still feels like he was hit by 50 million... No, 50 million is too little. His family used to take out 50 million, which was not a big deal. It should be 5 billion.

He still feels like he was hit by 5 billion. After being overwhelmed by a huge surprise, people will fall into a brief state of confusion and panic, fearing that it is a false alarm, and want to do something to prove that what they are asking is not false. Wen Xia feels that he is still at this stage now.

What he wants is not an ambiguous guess, but a definite answer - from Lin Fengqi's own mouth.

Yes, he wants to hear Lin Fengqi's confession in person.

But after this morning, Wen Xia thinks that he may buy a lottery ticket before Lin Fengqi confesses in person, and the chance of winning is a little higher.

Lin Fengqi, I hate that you are a piece of wood.

"How about this," Zou Boyan suggested, "bring Lin Feng to my place to play escape room, you two can play however you want, and considering our friendship over the years, I'll give you a 82% discount, and I won't ask you to pay extra if you two damage any props on the way. What do you think, isn't that nice of you, buddy?"

Wen Xia: "I've cracked all those escape rooms in your house during the internal test."

Zou Boyan: "..."

Zou Boyan coughed lightly: "How can the internal test and the public test be compared? People keep pace with the times, and you don't allow me to change it? Besides, coming alone and coming with two people will give you completely different experiences. Haven't you seen that couples like to go to escape rooms on dates? It helps to enhance their relationship!"

"If I remember correctly, you said last time that there was a couple and the girl slapped the boy as soon as they came out and then cried and broke up with him," Wen Xia said, "because the guy pushed the girl out as a shield the whole time."

"..."

"And the time before that..."

"Stop! Don't say anything, just say whether you are coming or not? Are you coming or not?"

"Save it for me, the scariest one yet."

Zou Boyan said "huh", saying that he didn't know you yet, and asked again: "When are you coming?"

"Wait for me to notify you."

"Okay, young master, it's up to you."

Among the six people at the dinner yesterday, Liu Feisi drank the most outrageously. He asked for leave this morning, so Wen Xia had to take over his work.

Before starting work, he thought about it and contacted Nana, the operations manager who had contacted him last time: [Sister Na, is there any room for the promotional film event you mentioned before? ]

Nana: [Yes, the partner has not been confirmed yet.]

Wen Yixia: [Is that so?]

Nana is a smart person, how could she not see the intention of Wen Xia's question, and took the opportunity to pass him a ladder: [What about you, do you want to reconsider it? I see that you have never used a camera. If you are worried about showing your face, we also have a way to complete the shooting without showing your face.]

Wen Xia pretended to be reserved for two minutes before replying: [Okay then.]

Nana: [Then I will put you on the list?]

Wen Yixia: [Okay, Sister Na, you have worked hard.]

Nana: [It's a small matter~]

Closing the chat window, Wen Xia thought that a big boss like Lin Fengqi would generally not go to the shooting site to supervise in person. After all, this is not a bidding activity.

I wonder what Boss Lin’s expression will be when he sees him in the film? Will I be able to scare him?

Wen Xia is looking forward to it.

Gui Qulai is well-informed. Wen Xia just finished talking to Nana about this in the morning, and soon he came to ask: [I heard that you agreed to shoot the promotional video? Sure, brother, what made you change your mind?]

Wen Xia was in a good mood, and he started to argue with him: [Your dad wants to go, so who else needs to change my mind?]

Gui Qulai: [So arrogant, why didn’t I see you showing this attitude last night?]

After saying that, he threw a Weibo link to Wen Xia, and Wen Xia clicked it. It was a random clip that he and Gui Qulai had edited together last night. But when he looked at the number of likes and reposts, it was actually more than 10,000!

The person who edited this video was none other than Wen Xia. The text attached to the video was: I like some entertainment/shy.

Gui Shen posted a Weibo, so it must have been echoed by many people. The Weibo was drowned out by the hahaha.

[I can’t stop laughing. Who is this noob in the video?]

[This friend! You should get to know Wen Xia, the author of REmeber, and Xingye Studio! The games they make are so fun!]

REmeber is the first game made by Wen Xia, a pixel RPG that seems outdated now, but it was also a small hit at the time, and many single-player game bloggers have done game live broadcasts one after another.

This game was made by me when I was in college. Later, I had a studio and the technology in all aspects has matured. No one mentions this game now. If it is mentioned, it will bring tears to the eyes of the times.

[Let me clarify, the horse rifle monster in the video is actually a very good gun thief. Yesterday, he drank fake wine, really! Brothers, the live broadcast room of the group of whales 5555 is definitely worth it]

[Hahahahahaha at the scene, Boss Xia is really funny when he is drunk]

[The laughter of the turtle god is also rampant, help, why am I laughing too]

[I didn’t expect it to be so funny before I clicked it, damn]

…

Wen Yixia: [? ? ?]

Guiqulai: [Boss Xia, you are really good with a gun/thumbs-up]

Wen Xia posted an emoji of being beaten.

After refreshing, there were dozens of comments and the number of reposts increased from 12,000 to 13,000.

Help.

Although Wen Xia planned to shoot a promotional video, he didn't plan to expose himself in front of Lin Fengqi before that!

Lin Fengqi shouldn't surf the Internet, right? He looks like a dull old cadre. When I went to his room yesterday, I saw his computer equipment. It was a typical office computer, probably just used to play some 4399 games.

Well, the big boss is so busy, he wouldn't have the time to check Weibo, right?

Wen Xia pondered again the volume of his live broadcast at home during this period. He was not the kind of person who would shout during the live broadcast. The soundproofing of Lin Fengqi's house was very strange. When it was very quiet, he could hear footsteps, but it seemed that he could hardly hear the sound of talking.

Well, it might also be that Lin Fengqi was too taciturn to talk alone in the room.

Only then did he think of this question-could Lin Fengqi hear the sound of his live broadcast in the room?

If Wen Xia had patiently flipped through the diary yesterday, he would have found that after many blank pages, new records appeared.

It was a day two years ago that a big boss named Lin wrote these two sentences in his diary:

Wen Xia opened a live broadcast room.

I have to support him. I support him in everything he does.

Unfortunately, he closed the diary in a hurry and didn't even finish reading the high school part.

What he never expected was that what Lin Fengqi said about this horrible weather turned out to be true.

The sky gradually became overcast during lunch, and as evening approached, the cold autumn wind began to blow, blowing the sycamore trees planted on both sides of the road in the wind, and rolling down the yellow leaves to the ground. Not long after, a slanting rain curtain fell, and the water droplets meandered down the glass window, quickly blurring the street scene outside the window.

Lin Fengqi looked at the rain outside the window, as if facing his own mood.

He has always hated rainy days. Grandpa and grandma, grandpa and grandma...even his father, all left on rainy days. Those who loved him disappeared after a rain.

If there are exceptions, there are only two exceptions.

One was when his mother's tumor removal surgery was performed on a rainy day, but it was successful; the other was when he met Wen Xia on a rainy day.

These are the only two rains he likes.

He flipped through the Weibo post from Guiqulai, and it had been forwarded 13,000 times. Not all of the forwarded posts were positive comments. Just flipping through it, he saw a not-so-friendly forwarded post -

[I don't find it funny at all... If I had a teammate like this, I would kill him first. How can he be qualified to play with me when he is so bad?]

Lin Feng frowned and pursed his lips unhappily.

He clicked on the Weibo post and typed a series of rebuttals in the comment box. Finally, he paused, deleted them all, and just sent a polite message: [He usually plays very well.]

Two minutes later, the person replied: [??? So what, this video is just bad, and people are not allowed to say it? Come on, don't be a traitor, okay? Get lost. ]

Lin Fengqi wanted to reply again, but found that he was blocked by the other party.

Lin Fengqi: "..."

"Mr. Lin," Zeng Yuan knocked on the door and came in, "Qun Whales sent me a new list of anchors. I have forwarded it to you for confirmation. You..."

His words stopped abruptly after seeing Mr. Lin's gloomy expression.

"...Mr. Lin?"

Lin Fengqi calmed down and replied calmly: "What's the matter?"

Zeng Yuan: "Well... I just said that Qun Whales sent me a new list of cooperating anchors. I forwarded it to you. Can you confirm it?"

"Well."

Lin Fengqi clicked on the file sent by Zeng Yuan, browsed through the names of anchors one by one, and suddenly stopped at the last name, and his eyes widened in surprise.

It's Wen Xia!

Wen Xia agreed to participate in this event? Why? Didn't you refuse before?

But none of this matters. Lin Fengqi closed the file and replied to Zeng Yuan: "It's OK, no need to change people, let the group of whales shoot according to this list."

Zeng Yuan: "Okay."

Lin Fengqi thought for a moment, and then said: "Let me know when the shooting time is set."

Zeng Yuan: "Ah?"

"Why?"

"Are you going to supervise the shooting?" Zeng Yuan asked carefully.

"No," Lin Fengqi said calmly, "Anyway, remember this."

"Well... okay."

Zeng Yuan quietly left the office, and finally let out the anger he had been holding back, thinking that being a boss is not easy, working at a high intensity every day, which makes people feel bad.

Alas, fortunately, Mr. Lin is in a bad mood and won't use him as a scapegoat.

But Mr. Lin actually specifically asked to tell him the shooting time, although he said it was not supervision, but...

Whale TV, danger.

After Zeng Yuan left, Lin Fengqi glanced at the rain outside the window, and then opened Wen Xia's circle of friends - the "^^" circle of friends from last night was deleted at some point, which made him a little happy.

In this way, the last circle of friends was three days ago, and there was no new activity today.

He looked at the time again. Wen Xia should be off work soon. Although Wen Xia did not tell him when she would get off work every day, he always watched the live broadcast and roughly knew what time it was.

It was raining.

Wen Xia did not bring an umbrella when she went out in the morning.

And he made Wen Xia unhappy again in the morning...

He felt that he should apologize.

At Zhang Hao's wedding, his wife described the moment she fell in love with him. It was when Zhang Hao was waiting for her downstairs of her company with an umbrella on a rainy day and looked at her.

Lin Fengqi recalled the happy and shy look on the woman's face when she said this.

Wen Xia...would she like this?

But obviously Mr. Lin forgot that Wen Xia drove out in the morning. This kind of rainy day is not worth mentioning for people who have cars.

The office building where the Starry Night Studio is located has an underground parking lot. Wen Xia took the elevator down to the underground parking lot after work. He was not caught in any rain and got on the car smoothly. He also took two girls from the office who did not have a car.

As for Ah Deng and Liu Feisi who came to work in the afternoon, the two of them left together.

What he didn't know at all was that half a minute after he drove away, a black Maybach wet by rain stopped at the street where Wen Xia had located it when he took Wen Xia to the hospital last time.

The car waited lonely in the rain for more than an hour.

Inside the car, the person in the driver's seat was holding a folding umbrella and also waited for more than an hour.

After sending the two girls, Wen Xia did not rush home, but went to the nearest large supermarket.

He had been feeding Wen Da'e cat food these past few days. Wen Da'e ate it for his sake, but the ragdoll cat had a fragile stomach and probably couldn't bear another meal. He had to buy some raw meat and bones. He

didn't look at his phone while driving, and only heard the phone beep a few times. He picked up his phone after getting off the car, and was shocked to find that there were two new messages from Lin Fengqi.

Max Party A: [Are you off work?]

This was sent more than an hour ago.

Max Party A: [Working overtime today?]

This was sent half an hour ago.

Wen Xia slowly sent out a question mark.

Max Party A replied immediately: [Are you off work?]

Wen Yixia: [To be honest, I got off work a long time ago. ]

Maximum Party A: [……]

Something is wrong, Wen Xia keenly smelled something wrong.

He asked: [Where are you?]

Maximum Party A is typing…

Maximum Party A gave up typing.

Maximum Party A pretended to be dead and didn't say anything.

Wen Xia called directly.

As soon as the call was connected, he heard a crackling sound from the other end, like the sound of raindrops hitting the glass, mixed with the vague sound of a car horn.

The person on the other end of the phone hesitated for two seconds before saying "Hello".

Wen Xia: "Where are you?"

Lin Fengqi: "…On the way."

Wen Xia: "Oh, which road?"

Lin Fengqi: "…"

A certain guess became more and more certain.

Wen Xia calmed down and suddenly gave an address, accurate to the floor number, and then said: "This is the address of my studio."

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, and the usually calm voice sounded a little difficult: "Isn't it at No. 15 Zhongbei Road?"

Ha, man.

He guessed right.

As far as he could remember, Lin Fengqi came to pick him up once, when he took him to see Ye Shixue for the first time. At that time, in order to avoid being seen by the people in the studio, he deliberately went to another street to send the location. Lin Fengqi actually thought that was the address of his studio.

Who knows where he got the inspiration to run to pick him up!

Wen Xia pretended not to hear this, and said to himself: "But I got off work a long time ago, and now I'm here in Yiren Plaza, preparing to go to the supermarket to buy some things."

After that, he didn't give Lin Fengqi a chance to open his mouth, and hung up the phone neatly.

There is no traffic jam coming from Zhongshan Road, but that is on normal days. It is raining this day, so there will be a little traffic jam, and it will take at least half an hour to get here.

Wen Xia dragged a cart and strolled around the supermarket at a slower pace than ever before.

Just as he expected, half an hour later, the cell phone rang.

Lin Fengqi was smart and called directly.

"Hello? What's up?" Wen Xia asked.

"Where... are you?" There was no sound of rain or any noisy street sounds over there, and the man spoke with a little echo, and he was in some spacious place.

"I'm in the supermarket, didn't I just say that?"

Lin Fengqi paused for two seconds and asked, "Where is the supermarket?"

Little guy.

Wen Xia pretended to be surprised: "Why are you asking this? You came over?"

There was a low "hmm" from the other end.

Wen Xia continued to pretend not to understand: "Why did you come all the way here?"

"I..." Lin Fengqi hesitated for two seconds, then changed the subject, "It's raining."

"Oh, I know it's raining, so what?"

"You didn't bring an umbrella."

"Indeed. So what?"

"I was afraid you..."

"Well, afraid of me..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then Lin Fengqi's voice came, which was cold and nervous, and he pretended to be calm: "I was afraid you didn't bring an umbrella."

Wen Xia: "..."

What are you talking about?

Wen Xia: "It's like listening to your words."

Lin Fengqi: "..."

Perhaps because he heard Wen Xia's emotionless tone and was afraid that he would upset him again, Lin Fengqi's dry voice sounded again a few seconds later, with a little anxiety: "I'm actually worried that you'll get caught in the rain on the way home..."

"Oh, so you want to pick me up, right?"

There was a silence on the other side, and the man's disappointed voice came: "...Yeah."

"Then I got the address wrong and didn't pick you up."

"..."

"So you came to the supermarket to find me?"

Lin Fengqi didn't respond. I don't know if he was afraid or what, but his breathing was a little nervous.

Wen Xia sighed and said, "I'm here in the fruit and vegetable area on the third floor."

Three minutes later, Wen Xia was picking fruits, and when she looked up, she saw the man walking towards her from not far away, with big steps and a little hurry.

After meeting his gaze, Lin Fengqi's steps suddenly stopped, as if a machine had suddenly jammed, and then slowed down to a normal speed. It was as if he was not in a hurry to find him, and he was like a completely different person from the previous second.

Pretend. Just pretend.

Wen Xia sneered in his heart.

He just watched Lin Fengqi walk up to him with steady steps, his expression as cold and indifferent as ever. Just this icy face, it was two different faces from the one on the phone.

Wen Xia weighed the guava in his hand and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"

The man nodded coldly.

"Oh." Wen Xia responded, put the fruit back, and pushed the cart to another fruit stall.

Lin Fengqi: "..."

The footsteps followed, Lin Fengqi reached out and dragged the cart in his hand: "Let me do it."

Wen Xia also nodded coldly and released his grip.

He strolled from one fruit stall to another, and finally only packed a bag of oranges. The oranges of this season are still green and a bit sour. Wen Xia doesn't like to eat them, but he remembers that Lin Fengqi should like to eat them.

In high school, he often took out two or three green and yellow oranges from his schoolbag and put them in the desk hole after arriving at school every morning. The first time he brought them, Wen Xia jokingly asked him if he could share one. He didn't refuse and gave him an orange with a cold face. At that time, Wen Xia thought to himself, if you don't want to, don't give it to me. Why should I eat your orange?

When he peeled the orange and ate a slice, the sour taste made his facial features wrinkled together, and his teeth were all soft. He almost cried.

But Wen Xia didn't return the orange. No matter how reluctantly someone gave it to you, you peeled it and didn't eat it and gave it back. This is too disrespectful. So he wrapped the orange and temporarily put it in the hole of the desk, thinking that he would take it out to share with his good brothers in Class 9 when school was over at noon while Lin Fengqi was not paying attention. At worst, he could take it home and give it to Comrade Wen to eat.

The young master would not treat him unfairly. It was one thing to like Lin Fengqi, but it was another thing to force him to eat something he didn't like. Even if that thing was given by Lin Fengqi.

However, the orange was gone before the lunch break.

Yes, it was gone. It went to do some physical exercises during class, and disappeared when it came back.

Wen Xia was unhappy for a while. Which orange thief had such a long hand to touch the things in other people's drawers. I'm so jealous of you.

The orange thief was not caught until graduation. And this little thing was forgotten by Wen Xia the next day.

Later, when Lin Fengqi brought green oranges to school again, Wen Xia never thought about it again. Whenever he thought of it, he felt his stomach acid rising.

Lin Fengqi looked at the oranges he put in the shopping cart and was stunned for a moment: "You want to eat this?"

"Huh?" Wen Xia had already walked to another area. Wen Yan followed his words and glanced at the oranges in the cart, "I don't eat it. This thing is too sour. I don't like it. You like it very much, don't you? I bought it for you as a thank-you gift for picking me up."

Lin Fengqi looked at him in a daze.

Wen Xia smiled at him, turned around and continued to walk forward.

——!!!

Wen Xia, smiled?

Lin Fengqi stayed where he was, as if he heard a "bang", and the firecrackers on New Year's Eve exploded in his mind.

Wen Xia smiled...

Wen Xia smiled at him...

Wen Xia actually smiled at him...

Does it mean that he is not angry anymore?

Wen Xia actually smiled at him - these words were the only ones that kept playing in Lin Fengqi's mind.

Is this the first smile that Wen Xia has shown him since they met again? If we ignore the formal smile on the day they signed the contract.

Lin Fengqi followed Wen Xia closely, pushing the cart. Looking at the back of his furry head, he couldn't help but curl his lips and pursed out a light smile.

He felt happy, happier than he had been in a long, long time, even happier than when Wen Xia agreed to marry him.

He remembered that when he was in high school, he brought oranges to school. The first time he brought them, Wen Xia seemed very interested and asked him for one. Lin Fengqi didn't know whether he liked it or not, so he gave him one nervously.

When he saw Wen Xia's jealous look, he panicked, distressed and flustered. The boy's bright eyes were filled with moisture, and he thought they looked very beautiful, but he also blamed himself for it. Because it was his orange that made Wen Xia almost cry.

Wen Xia was a very kind person, Lin Fengqi knew it, so he didn't say anything when he saw him wrapping the orange and putting it in the drawer. After finishing the break, he didn't wait for Wen Xia, but went back to the class first and took the orange from Wen Xia's drawer. He didn't throw it away, but just put the orange in his schoolbag, and didn't eat the orange with a dry skin until he got home from school.

This way it won't embarrass Wen Xia,

he thought.

The author has something to say:

Lin Fengqi is A! (refers to taking the initiative to attack and pick up people

Lin Fengqi's A was off. (refers to not receiving

Thank you all for subscribing!!! Crazy Bobo, this chapter also gives out red envelopes!

*An explanation of a term: Horse rifle means poor shooting skills and inaccurate shooting.

*A little desire to survive: I don't mean to say that 4399 is bad.