Wen Xia didn't expect that the relationship between a cat and a dog could reach harmony at this time.

He quietly turned his gaze back to look at Lin Fengqi, and his eyes met with Lin Fengqi's.

Lin Fengqi's eyes moved slightly, and he called him softly: "Wen Xia..."

In his memory, Lin Fengqi seldom called his name in private. It was not easy for them to talk properly in the past.

The occasion when his name was called most often was when collecting homework.

Class A is the top class, and everyone who can get in is hardworking and self-disciplined. Even if they find it difficult to be self-disciplined at the beginning, they will be subtly influenced in such a big environment. When they hand in their homework, they will consciously put it on the desk of the student in the front row of each group after arriving in the classroom every morning, and wait for the class representative to collect it after the morning self-study is over. There is no situation where the homework is not collected in full every morning.

Lin Fengqi has been the physics representative for three years, and Wen Xia’s favorite thing to do is to delay handing in homework every morning.

Whenever this happens, he would sit in his seat and watch Lin Fengqi collect homework from the first group, then stop at his group, count the number of exercise books, and then look up.

"Wen Xia," Lin Fengqi would accurately call out the name of the only student who had not handed in homework, "your homework."

So Wen Xia pretended to be studying hard and couldn't spare the time, picked up his own exercise book and swung it around: "Here it is."

Lin Fengqi would then walk to his seat and personally take the exercise book away.

Time and again, as his deskmate, Lin Fengqi would knock on Wen Xia's desk before collecting homework every morning, without saying a word, but the meaning was basically the same: hand in homework.

Wen Xia turned a deaf ear to him and continued to wait for him to call his name before coming down to collect it. He repeated this over and over again, never getting tired of it.

At the time, he thought Lin Fengqi was really a rigid person. His exercise booklet was clearly placed on the top of a pile of textbooks, but he didn't ask him for it. Such a conspicuous booklet, didn't he know to take it himself? He had to follow the process in a rigid manner.

——Now thinking back, Wen Xia thought differently about this matter.

Because Lin Fengqi mentioned this in his diary. Of course he could see the exercise booklet and knew that he could reach out and take it himself, but he just wanted to have a chance to call Wen Xia's name more often.

He wrote in his diary: Only in this way can I dare to call his name openly, and hope that he doesn't find me annoying.

How could he find you annoying.

It's better to say that I couldn't ask for it.

Wen Xia was staring at him in a trance. Lin Fengqi saw that he seemed absent-minded and didn't know what he was thinking about, but if he continued in this position... it would not be good for his knees on the floor or for his heart.

"Wen Xia," he said stiffly, "Can you get up?"

Wen Xia suddenly came back to his senses, was stunned for a moment, quickly turned over and sat up, rubbing his knees that were sore from kneeling. He tried his best to turn his face in a direction that Lin Fengqi couldn't see, waiting for the temperature to slowly cool down.

Seeing the two of them sitting up, Ah Moo and Wen Da Pigeon crawled into the arms of their respective owners and began to act coquettishly. Wen Xia touched Wen Da Pigeon's soft fur, hugged it and pushed it in front of Ah Moo.

This time, Ah Moo just buried his head in Lin Fengqi's arms, obviously dodging, but not as scared as before. It was Wen Da'e who barked and punched hard.

But generally speaking, the relationship between the cat and the dog was somewhat eased in the tense and exciting activity of playing with ducks.

After a few rounds, Ah Moo and Wen Da'e reached a certain balance.

In a fight, Ah Moo couldn't beat Wen Da'e; in playing with toys, Wen Da'e couldn't beat Ah Moo. The large dog is very energetic, and even when Wen Da'e is tired, it is still in high spirits.

Tired of playing, Wen Da'e lies on the coffee table, swaying his head from side to side as he watches Ah Moo running back and forth, and occasionally rushes over to pick up the big black dog's tail when he is not paying attention and runs away. At such times, Ah Moo always wanted to chase it, but he didn't dare, so he went back to his father's arms in fear and peed.

An hour and a half passed, which was neither fast nor slow. During this period, some chaotic things happened, but fortunately, they were not serious. At least there was no bloody incident of someone's cat biting someone or someone's dog biting someone.

Wen Xia suddenly remembered and looked at Lin Fengqi's wrist. Because of playing with cats and dogs, both of them were sweating. Lin Fengqi rolled up his sleeves a little, and the two wounds bitten by Wen Dayue were exposed. They were already scabbed.

Noticing his gaze, Lin Fengqi calmly pulled down his sleeves to cover the wounds.

"Why hide it? It's not like you haven't seen it before." Wen Xia said.

Lin Fengqi was silent for a moment, then said, "It's okay now."

He said this not because he thought Wen Xia cared about him and wanted to reassure him, but because he didn't want Wen Xia to feel guilty after seeing the injury. After all, it was Wen Xia's cat that bit him.

Wen Xia calculated the time and asked, "Is it time to get the second shot?"

Lin Fengqi said "hmm".

"Tomorrow?"

In fact, he should have gone today.

He had five shots of rabies vaccine, one on the day, one on the third day, one on the seventh day, one on the fourteenth day, and the last on the twenty-eighth day. Today is exactly the third day.

But he didn't go today. Because he wanted to see Wen Xia, he forgot about it.

Lin Fengqi rarely forgets anything in his plan, and rarely messes up his plans. However, when he met Wen Xia, all his plans changed.

Now that Wen Xia asked, he had no choice but to answer.

Wen Xia thought of the Band-Aid he had put on that day, and wanted to tease him: "By the way, I think the Band-Aid you used that day was quite cute, is it your own?"

Lin Fengqi paused, and his voice suddenly became vague and hesitant, uttering ambiguous monosyllables: "Hmm..."

"Are there any more? Give me a few." Wen Xia said.

"Are you injured?"

"No," Wen Xia looked at the nervousness in his eyes that he couldn't hide for a moment, and was secretly happy in his heart, but didn't show it on his face, "It's better to be prepared. Who has a cat that hasn't been bitten before?"

Lin Fengqi hesitated for a moment and said, "It's all used up."

"Oh, okay, I'll go to the drugstore to buy it myself tomorrow."

"...Do you have to buy that kind? Do you like it?" Lin Fengqi asked tentatively.

"Why, no?" Wen Xia said confidently, "Boys should like cute things!"

Lin Fengqi stared at him blankly, and then something melted in his eyes, like the spring breeze awakening the ice under the ice and starting to flow slowly after the winter.

He looked at Wen Xia deeply and responded with a low "hmm".

"Okay, it's half past nine. Is the 'Parent-accompanied Exchange' time over?" Wen Xia said, glancing at the wall clock.

Lin Fengqi looked at the wall clock and nodded after a few seconds.

How did time pass so quickly...

he thought a little disappointedly.

The two went back to their rooms. When Lin Fengqi returned to his room, he first took out the bound pet friendship planner, found today's date, and made a note next to the time period from 8pm to 9:30pm:

The relationship between Wen Da'e and Ah Moo has taken a step further.

The relationship with Wen Xia has eased, and he talked a lot with him.

Relatively successful.

After making the notes, he was silent for a moment, stood up and walked to the bookshelf, and pulled out an old diary from it. This is his diary from elementary school, recording things from the first to fourth grade.

For him, elementary school does not have many good memories. When he was young, he hated going to school because going to school meant facing the ridicule and teasing of his classmates.

When he was a child, there was no sudden change in his family. His family was like many ordinary families. His parents had stable jobs. They were not well-off, but they had enough food and clothing, and could barely support four elderly people.

At that time, he was like many boys. He liked robots, various mechas, cars, etc., but he also liked some things that girls liked, such as cute plush dolls, some cartoon stickers, etc. Sometimes when he went out to play with his parents, when he came back, the neighbors would see the cartoon doll in his arms and say a few words half-jokingly.

"Hey, Xiaofeng's mom, are you buying dolls for your child again? I see boys play with car characters. Why do you always buy these girly things for your child?"

"There's nothing wrong with that. Look at the grandson of the old Li family. Hey, he's so naughty. It's so good to have someone like Xiaofeng. He's like a little girl, never makes noises, and makes adults worry less."

Children actually only have a vague understanding of what adults say, and often can't tell the good from the bad. But Lin Fengqi can feel from his parents' reactions that they don't like what the neighbors say.

Ye Shixue always said, "It's okay, son, don't listen to those people's nonsense. Tell mom and dad what you like. As long as our family has money, we will buy you anything."

But it's not just the adults who like to gossip that think Lin Fengqi is weird.

One time, his father brought him a very cute pendant after work, saying that he saw it on the street and thought his son would like it, so he bought it. Lin Fengqi really liked it, and he hung the pendant on his schoolbag.

He never thought it was a big deal. This pendant was just the same as all the other toys he stored in his room, so the next day he went to school with the small ornament on his schoolbag.

Children seem to have a natural observation ability, perhaps due to their curiosity about the world. They can often notice the differences around them at a glance. For example, there was a cartoon ornament on Lin Fengqi's backpack.

"Haha, come and see, Lin Fengqi actually has this on his backpack!"

"My sister has one too, it's something only girls like!"

"Ugh——"

...

Lin Fengqi didn't tell his parents about what happened at school. He just took off the ornament on his backpack after returning home that day and put it in a small box for storing toys. He never took it out again.

His silence may have started from that time.

He likes to study, but he doesn't like going to school. What made him tolerate going to school was that the teacher's classes were interesting and he could learn new things.

This vicious cycle lasted for four full years until he graduated from elementary school.

Later, when he grew up, he no longer needed the box of toys. When he was in junior high school, the school held an activity to recycle old items and donate them to the mountainous areas. He donated some old clothes along with the toys.

Not long after, the family suddenly changed overnight. Not to mention toys, there was a period of time when even eating became a problem.

Then he became even less eloquent. Because of the incident of receiving the subsidy for poor students, the classmates around him looked at him with some strangeness that was not there before.

He once inadvertently heard his classmates talking: "Do you think Lin Fengqi is pretending? His grades are so good and he can get scholarships every time. Why does he still fight for the quota for poor students?"

Lin Fengqi never explained for himself.

Maybe he was holding back his anger, secretly trying not to explain anything. Because he had done nothing wrong, why should he open his chest and let others judge his spine?

Even when he was in high school, he still endured some rumors, whether explicit or implicit, but he still never explained to anyone. The environment in high school is much better than that in elementary school and junior high school, and he can make friends, at least many people approach him with good intentions.

Then he met Wen Xia.

Wen Xia's wealthy family background is beyond reach. When Lin Feng entered junior high school, there were also people with good families in his class, but that classmate was also the most hostile to him in the whole class. Wen Xia is the opposite of that person, sunny, cheerful, kind, and straightforward... He never judges a person by his appearance or family background. Wherever he is, his friends will follow him. He is as bright as a star in the crowd. No matter how far away, Lin Fengqi can find him at a glance.

After Wen Xia came to Class A in his second year of high school, he once heard someone talking about him with bad intentions. The boy stretched out his long legs and slammed the boy who was talking to his companions behind him and didn't pay attention to the ground.

"Fuck. Your mother, Wen Xia, are you sick?!" The boy got up and said angrily.

"Who is sick?" The boy lazily leaned on the back of the chair, not retracting his legs, but even more arrogantly lifted them up and placed them on the empty bench opposite, blocking the aisle with his whole leg. "You are so old, but your teeth are straight, but you are so talkative. I think you should not come to school for classes. You said you failed so badly in the first round of moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic and labor. Just go back to the furnace and retrain."

Many people in the class looked over. The boy couldn't afford to offend Wen Xia, so he was angry and sullen and was about to leave.

"Why are you leaving?" Wen Xia stopped him, "Apologize?"

"I'm sorry."

"Apologize," Wen Xia pointed to the empty seat of Lin Fengqi beside him, "You can't be so incapable of even this, right?"

The boy's face turned pale and blue, and he spat "lunatic" and strode back to his seat, kicking the table with a loud noise.

Wen Xia sneered, pulled back his legs, and pulled out a tissue to wipe the bench where his soles had been.

Lin Fengqi, who was about to enter the classroom, stood at the door and watched the farce that probably lasted less than a minute.

He watched the boy bending over to wipe the bench, still mumbling something in his mouth, but it was too far away to know what he was saying. When it was wiped clean, a smile appeared on that clean face, as if he was very satisfied with the results of his work.

People are always easily healed by some small things.

For example, a ray of sunshine, a breeze, a flower... maybe it's just because the sun came out today, or maybe it's just because he helped someone on the road today and got a thank you.

And Lin Fengqi can always be healed by Wen Xia.

Whether it was the smile after wiping the bench, or the casual remark "Band-Aid is cute" now -

it can make him reconcile with some small things in the past at that moment.

Lin Fengqi's fingertips stroked the handwriting of his childhood self, and after a moment, he curved his lips and smiled, closed the diary, and stuffed it back to its original place.

It rained again in the middle of the night, and the sky was still gloomy in the morning. Wen Xia was not woken up by the alarm clock in the morning, but by the little robot. He fiddled with Xiaowu for a long time after returning to his room last night. Although its intelligent system is not very good, it has functions such as timed reminders, soothing insomniacs, etc. Except for the difficulty of communicating with it outside the scope of business, other functions are actually quite good.

Before going to bed, he remembered that he forgot to ask Lin Fengqi what "five failed gift giving attempts" meant, but thinking that asking him would change the subject, he decided to put it aside for the time being.

"Good morning, Wen Xia." Xiao Wu greeted Wen Xia at his feet.

"Good morning."

Oh yes, if there is a service that is relatively good, it is the weather forecast function.

For example -

"Today is October 21st, the weather is sunny, the highest temperature is 39 degrees Celsius, the lowest temperature is 5 degrees Celsius, the temperature difference between day and night is large, please pay attention to adding clothes!"

Wen Xia, who was brushing his teeth: "?"

Are you serious?

He glanced at the weather forecast on his mobile phone. Today it will rain lightly, the north wind is level 3, and the temperature is 11 degrees Celsius to 13 degrees Celsius.

Wen Xia; "..."

What kind of weather forecast is this.

Wen Xia: "It's a good forecast, don't report it next time."

Xiao Wu: "I'm a robot, I can't hug you (shy)."

Wen Xia: "..." He

opened the door and went out, and Lin Fengqi just came out of the next room.

The two looked at each other, and Lin Feng spoke first: "Good morning."

Wen Xia: "Good morning."

Lin Feng looked at him for two seconds, and suddenly went back to the room.

Wen Xia was a little confused. Just as he approached, the man came back again, this time with a few more band-aids in his hand: "Here." He was clearly giving something to someone, but his tone was as stiff as if he was giving an order.

Wen Xia raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you say you didn't have any?"

"I remembered it wrongly," Lin Fengqi said coldly, "I found it by accident."

Wen Xia looked at him meaningfully, he pursed his lips and added: "Don't get me wrong."

"Misunderstood what?" Wen Xia said slowly, "Misunderstood that you went to search through the boxes to find a Band-Aid for me, or misunderstood that you clearly had a Band-Aid but lied to me and said you didn't have one?"

Lin Fengqi opened his mouth, a little stunned and unable to say anything to refute.

Wen Xia looked at him with a curious expression.

After a moment, Lin Fengqi looked away, his ears slightly red, and stiffly spit out a sentence: "Do you want to have breakfast?"

It's not funny.

Wen Xia put the band-aid in his pocket and

said, "Eat it." Before leaving, Wen Xia went back to the room and picked up a bag of snacks that he didn't want to eat yesterday. Lin Fengqi took a look and explained, "Take it to the studio to eat."

The two of them went down to the parking lot. Wen Xia followed Lin Fengqi silently. But the plastic bag in his hand was not obedient. It kept swaying and rustling along the way.

Until they passed Wen Xia's car, the rustling sound was still following them. Lin Fengqi couldn't help but stop and turned around with a little confusion.

"Why are you stopping? Let's go." Wen Xia said.

"Your car has passed."

"Oh, I'm not driving today. Please give me a ride, Mr. Lin."

Lin Fengqi was a little happy. He wished he could go to and from work with Wen Xia every day, but he was afraid that his happiness would be too easy to see: "Why."

"To save fuel," Wen Xia said, "I'm short of money recently."

"..."

Lin Fengqi has two ways to go to the company. One of them is the one he usually takes, with fewer traffic lights; the other has more traffic lights, but it passes through Wen Xia's studio. The distance of the two roads is actually about the same.

Lin Fengqi nodded coldly, and said in a very light tone: "Get in the car."

Wen Xia very naturally opened the back seat of Lin Fengqi's car, put a bag of snacks in it, closed the door, and then very naturally opened the co-pilot's seat, sat in, and fastened the seat belt.

It was done in one go.

It had rained at night, and the road was slippery. Halfway through the drive, it started to drizzle again.

Wen Xia looked out the window at the rain and said softly, "Ah, I didn't bring an umbrella."

He said this in a low voice, as if he was complaining to himself.

Lin Fengqi's eyes moved, but he didn't say anything.

When they arrived at the destination, Wen Xia unbuckled his seat belt and prepared to get out of the car. He deliberately slowed down his movements. As expected, Lin Fengqi couldn't sit still.

"When do you get off work?" He asked in a tone of checking the household registration.

"Six o'clock."

Wen Xia didn't ask him why he knew this. After answering, he asked him respectfully, "Mr. Lin, do you have any other questions?"

"...No."

"Okay."

Wen Xia was about to push open the car door, but Lin Fengqi called him again, "Wait."

He withdrew his hand and pretended to listen attentively.

Lin Fengqi asked him: "Do you leave work... on time?"

"I don't know about that," Wen Xia said, "Anyway, I'm the boss, I can leave work early if I want to, or late if I want to, and no one will bother me, right?"

"..."

"Anything else? Mr. Lin, please ask them together." 蝻鏠

Lin Fengqi was silent for a long time, and then he uttered: "No more."

"Then I'll leave?"

"..."

"Really leaving."

Seeing that the person in the driver's seat was about to open his mouth, Wen Xia did not hesitate this time, opened the car door and slipped out of the car like a loach.

The car door closed, leaving Lin Fengqi's words "I'll pick you up in the afternoon" stuck in his throat, unable to get out, and he felt uncomfortable. He couldn't help but feel annoyed, if only he could say it more directly. Wen Xia

is not angry, right? It seems not...

Next time.

Next time, I must try to say it directly.

Wen Xia entered the studio and found that he had nothing in his hands - he walked too fast and left the bag of snacks in the car.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Liu Feisi, on the other hand, rushed up with great interest, looked around Wen Xia, and then his face fell: "Boss, where are the snacks we agreed on?"

Wen Xia said without any psychological burden: "I forgot."

"Bing——"

"Stop crying, go to work."

There are more work arrangements today. The demo version of "Flower of the End" will be launched next week. During this period of time, they have to test and improve the demo version, and continue to produce the remaining content.

After a day, everyone's liver is not very good.

The rain fell intermittently all day, and stopped temporarily near dusk.

"Boss, aren't you leaving?" When it was time to get off work, several people in the studio were packing up their things. Liu Feisi glanced at Wen Xia, who was sitting behind the computer and motionless.

"You guys go first."

"If you want to work overtime, let's work together," Ah Deng said, "We can finish faster if we work together."

"No, I won't work overtime. I'll just rest here for a while and then leave. You guys should hurry back and be careful on the road." Wen Xia said.

The four people left one after another. Currently, there was only Wen Xia's studio on this floor. After everyone left, the floor suddenly became quiet and deserted.

Wen Xia glanced at his phone, but there was no new message.

He turned his chair around and looked down from the French window. In addition to seeing Liu Feisi and the other three people separating downstairs, he didn't see anything else. Especially Lin Fengqi's car.

Hmm, is he coming or not?

He turned his chair back and played minesweeper with his head out of boredom. Tired of minesweeping, he thought for a moment, opened 4399, and searched for gold miners.

Mining is still interesting.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, different from the oppression brought by the dark clouds, but the real night slowly fell.

Wen Xia was a little drowsy from waiting, and looked at his mobile phone again, there was no movement at all. He couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Could it be that I was wrong? Lin Fengqi asked so many questions, could it be that he was preparing for the next time and didn't plan to pick him up this time?

Lin Fengqi, you'd better fight for it.

Don't let the chances you get be useless when the time comes. The more Wen Xia thought about it, the more annoyed he

became. This guy, when his mind is in a mess, he can't operate properly. He watched the miner on the screen grab three barrels of explosives in a row, bang, bang, bang, he didn't grab enough money, GAME OVER. Damn

.

Mining is so difficult. It's boring. Wen Xia "tsk" and closed the webpage. The time in the lower right corner of the computer jumped from 18:59 to 19:00. He curled his lips and was about to turn off the computer when he suddenly heard something like footsteps in the silent corridor. At first he thought he had heard it wrong, so he stopped moving. Then he heard clearer footsteps, approaching the direction of the studio, the steps were steady, but also a little hurried. His heartbeat was a little fast, and he couldn't help but get up from his chair. The sound was close to him and finally stopped. Lin Fengqi stopped at the door. The dark night had already swallowed up the evening clouds. The lights were on in the studio, and it was as bright as day. Wen Xia opened his lips and blurted out, "I thought you were not coming." Lin Fengqi was stunned. Wen Xia reacted quickly and hurriedly changed his words: "No, I saw the wrong person. Why are you here?" Lin Fengqi was even more stunned. Wrong person? What does it mean? "I thought you were not coming"... So wasn't he the one who was supposed to be here? Wen Xia was waiting for someone? Who was he waiting for? Liao Xingchen? Or Fang Huai? He was stunned and didn't say anything. Wen Xia called him again. Lin Fengqi came back to his senses, but he still looked a little lost. He licked his lower lip awkwardly, and gently clenched his hand on the door frame into a fist: "You...didn't bring an umbrella." "..." Wen Xia swore that this was definitely the sentence he hated the most this year. He had a blank expression: "I didn't bring an umbrella, so you were worried that I didn't bring an umbrella, right?" This was yesterday's nonsense. "No," he looked on the verge of getting angry, which made Lin Fengqi panic a little, and he was so panicked that he almost spoke without thinking, "You haven't driven yet." "Yeah, so you are also worried that I didn't drive, right?" "..." Lin Fengqi frowned a little in annoyance, took a deep breath, and said: "No, none of them." Wen Xia looked at him quietly, clearly a little unhappy, but full of patience. "So what are you doing here?" He slowed down his tone and asked word by word. Lin Fengqi pursed his lips in silence and suddenly walked in. Wen Xia stood behind his desk without moving. Lin Fengqi approached step by step, and finally stopped in front of his desk. His eyebrows were as cold as ever, but he looked at him carefully. It was like a child who came to apologize for doing something wrong. "I'm here... to pick you up," he finally spoke, with some barely perceptible uneasiness. After he finished speaking, he paused for two seconds and repeated it again in a low voice, "Wen Xia, I'm here to take you home." The author has something to say:

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