It's not that Lin Fengqi wants to think too much, but Wen Xia's actions and these two sentences contain too much information.

Is this conversation reasonable? Is it normal?

Lin Fengqi was still confused, and heard Wen Xia say: "Who said that, I really want to see you, if time doesn't allow, I want to come here every day to wait for you."

Lin Fengqi began to feel a little dazed.

Fang Huai was disgusted by Wen Xia's words, his face became even more stinky, and he said angrily: "Are you sick?!"

Wen Xia: "Yes, lovesickness."

Lin Fengqi began to have a soul out of his body.

Looking at Fang Huai's expression like swallowing a fly, Wen Xia felt comfortable physically and mentally. He has now completely mastered a set of words of the disgusting Fang Huai. It is impossible to win him in words.

He scanned the people gathered around Fang Huai. Hmm, there were quite a few familiar faces. They used to follow him around. To be honest, although Wen Xia had treated many guests when they played together before, he didn't take these fake friendships seriously. Treating was just a hassle.

Only Fang Huai regarded "suppressing Wen Xia" as the first principle of life, and even accepted everything Wen Xia didn't want.

Sometimes Wen Xia really didn't know whether to evaluate him as too competitive or just stupid.

The initial diagnosis should be the latter.

When they were swept by Wen Xia's eyes, several people looked away awkwardly.

"Hey, isn't this Little General Fang?" At this time, Zou Boyan also came back with a golf club, and put his hand on Fang Huai's shoulder very enthusiastically, "What a coincidence, you came to see us specially?"

Unlike Lin Fengqi's polite "Little General Fang", Zou Boyan's "Little General Fang" is a model of weirdness, and the word "Little" is pronounced heavily and slowly, full of sarcasm.

Fang Huai was simply chest tightness and shortness of breath. He shook off Zou Boyan's arm with force, and his eyes suddenly fixed on Lin Fengqi's face who had not spoken for a long time.

He realized that Lin Fengqi and Wen Xia were together!

Why are they together?

Fang Huai still remembered that on his father's birthday last time, in order to get to know this General Lin, he went through great pains to contact the "friend" who almost broke up not long ago, just to let him act as a bridge, because he knew Lin Fengqi.

Of course, he knew that Lin Fengqi was awesome, and his father also wanted him to get to know him, in case they could have some business dealings in the future, and it would be easier to talk to him than with a stranger. He didn't quite agree with this. If making friends was so useful, why didn't they see a few friends help when the Wen family got into trouble? Everyone kept their distance for fear of accidentally getting into trouble.

His father was unhappy when he heard this, saying that Wen Shanhai had met the wrong person, and said: "You old crow, don't always hope that something bad will happen to our family."

Fang Huai didn't agree.

So during this period of time, his father would remind him from time to time, asking him to ask Lin Fengqi out to play more often when he was free, and not to hang out with those idle and incompetent friends.

Fang Huai has been rebellious since he was a child, and he is still rebellious now. The more his father said so, the more he didn't want to contact that damn Lin Fengqi.

——But it was different at this moment.

Realizing that Lin Fengqi came with Wen Xia, he immediately stopped being rebellious.

How could he lose to Wen Xia in this matter!

Wen Xia must have heard something, and actually rushed to get in touch with Lin Fengqi before him, how insidious!

Thinking of this, Fang Huai decided not to argue with Wen Xia for the time being, and the serious matter was to pry Lin Fengqi to his side. So he changed his target again and walked towards Lin Fengqi: "Boss Lin..."

Who knew that as soon as he approached, Wen Xia put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him: "What are you doing?"

Fang Huai: "Why do you care what I do?"

Then Lin Fengqi, who finally came back to his senses, looked at Wen Xia's white and slender hand on Fang Huai's shoulder, wishing he could burn a hole in Fang Huai's shoulder.

"Boss Lin," Fang Huai simply ignored Wen Xia and called Lin Fengqi, "Come to our place to play, there are so few people here, it's boring, we plan to go over there, there are more people and it's lively." He pointed to the billiard table far away from here.

Lin Fengqi raised his eyes and looked at him.

But that look... it seemed that it couldn't be associated with friendliness. Chilly, prickly, and vaguely revealing a little... resentment?

Fang Huai was stunned for a moment, but when he tried to investigate again, there seemed to be nothing unusual.

"No," Lin Fengqi said coldly, "I don't like the hustle and bustle."

Fang Huai was stuck.

Wen Xia was relieved.

How could he not know what kind of people the Fang family father and son are? He smiled and patted Fang Huai on the shoulder: "Did you hear that? Mr. Fang, please?"

Fang Huai's face turned pale and blue, and finally he dodged Wen Xia's claws with his shoulders and turned away.

As for Lin Fengqi, the whole person was a little dazed again.

Wen Xia smiled, but not at him.

He smiled at Fang Huai...

at Fang Huai...

Did he feel so happy to see Fang Huai?

After sending the annoying idiot away, Wen Xia turned around and said, "Let's continue... What's wrong with you?"

How come Lin Fengqi's face turned so ugly in a short while? As if he had suffered a particularly big blow, his face was pale and he was absent-minded.

"I... I'm fine." Lin Fengqi didn't look at him.

Under the light, his face turned sideways and showed a bit of melancholy.

Zou Boyan leaned close to Wen Xia's ear and whispered, "I'm just going to leave for a while, what's wrong?"

Wen Xia: "You ask me, who should I ask." He didn't know why this man's mood suddenly changed.

Could it be that Fang Huai's group was too noisy and made him feel bad?

Thinking about it, Wen Xia said, "Fang Huai..." He wanted to say that Fang Huai was just an idiot, and if you don't like him, just ignore him.

"You care about him a lot?" Lin Fengqi suddenly asked.

Wen Xia: "?"

Wen Xia was confused for a moment, and then she saw Lin Fengqi pursed his lips and asked in a low voice: "You said you want to see him, is that true?"

Wen Xia was confused in her heart and expression. Why did this sound so... weird? It gave her goosebumps.

Who wants to see Fang Huai, this idiot!

Hearing this, Zou Boyan looked at her, unable to accept it: "No way, Old Xia, have you fallen?"

"Falling bullshit." Wen Xia said, and suddenly an idea flashed through her mind.

Lin Fengqi's state was too abnormal, as if... as if he was hurt by love. And Wen Xia remembered that two days ago, Liao Xingchen had just told her that Lin Fengqi regarded him as a rival in love.

A guess may not be correct. Could it be that a certain man named Lin misunderstood something silently and regarded Fang Huai as a rival in love this time? Otherwise, why would he show such an expression after Fang Huai came, and ask such a chilling question.

Wen Xia's silence seemed to Lin Fengqi to be tacit. He waited and waited, just wanting Wen Xia to deny it, but Wen Xia seemed to be caught up in his own emotions because of his words, and did not respond for a long time.

Lin Fengqi just felt depressed.

This time, he should not have understood it wrongly, right?

It won't be another oolong incident, right?

He has already... asked to this extent.

No, let's not rush.

"Just now, when you saw him, you took off your ring," he asked, "Why?"

Why?

Afraid that the idiot would see it and tell Comrade Wen!

Wen Xia didn't plan to confess her marriage to Wen Shanhai so soon, fearing that his fragile old heart over fifty years old could not bear such a big surprise.

"Can we not talk about him?" He took a deep breath and said, "Let's continue."

His tone was light, with a bit of bitter smile.

Lin Fengqi: "..."

With a pain in his heart, Lin Fengqi closed his eyes and responded with a difficult answer: "Okay."

Wen Xia was deliberately acting this time. He thought to himself, don't you like to make up stories with your brain? Then I'll let you make up stories and see how outrageous you can make up stories!

One was intentional, and the other was a misunderstanding. Only Zou Boyan didn't understand anything. After a moment of confusion, he decided to run back to the next table to fool around.

Forget it, he never understood Wen Xia's way of pursuing people before. The eldest master's mind is hard to guess and he never follows the usual path. It's normal that he doesn't understand.

The weird atmosphere lasted until six o'clock in the evening.

Zou Boyan had become good friends with the people at the next table in just a few hours. When Wen Xia and Lin Fengqi left, he just waved his hand to indicate that he would stay here for a while longer.

Fang Huai's side was even more lively. Wen Xia only glanced at him, but this glance became an additive of sadness in Lin Fengqi's heart.

It was getting dark outside the club.

Wen Xia had also been to the barbecue restaurant that Lin Fengqi and Zhou Yixian had made an appointment with once. She went there two months ago when she celebrated Ah Deng's birthday. The environment was not bad.

They arrived half an hour early. The business of this restaurant is very popular all year round. Lin Fengqi made a reservation too late and failed to get a private room. Fortunately, the seat he finally booked was not bad. It was in a corner by the window and there were not so many people coming and going.

Zhou Yixian had not arrived yet, and there was a subtle silence between the two of them.

This awkward silence mainly came from Lin Fengqi, who had been shrouded in dark clouds for the entire afternoon. It was as if there was rain in one part of a person's body, and the heavy rain washed away his soul, but could not take away the sadness of being trapped in love.

Wen Xia looked at him like this, and tried to read and understand from his perspective, and he laughed as he did so.

Hating that he could not make a good match was secondary. He was now more and more curious about what was going on in the mind of Lin Fengqi, a high-quality academic master, all day long? Why could he completely distort something into something completely irrelevant?

With his comprehension ability, how did he get 148 in the Chinese language test in the college entrance examination! Those two points were probably deducted from the reading comprehension questions?

However... he quite liked the look of Lin Fengqi being jealous.

"Ahem," Wen Xia cleared his throat and successfully attracted Lin Fengqi's attention. "Senior Zhou hasn't come yet. Let's order something to drink first. We're thirsty."

Lin Fengqi: "Okay."

Wen Xia opened the menu and browsed through the drinks, then called the waiter: "Hello, we want to order two glasses of lemonade first."

"Okay," the waiter asked while taking notes, "Don't order anything else first, right?"

"Yes. Excuse me."

Lin Fengqi was stunned and asked him: "You want lemonade?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

Lin Fengqi looked at him and said: "I remember you didn't like this before."

It was the second semester of the second year of high school. One time, Wen Xia returned to the classroom after playing basketball and found a glass of iced lemonade on his desk. It was almost summer, the sun was high in the sky, and the day was getting hotter. For people who have just finished exercising, such a glass of ice drink is no less than a rain in the desert.

Along with the lemonade, there was a note underneath. The note was not signed, but from the beautiful handwriting and the tone of the message, it could be seen that it was written by a girl.

Someone made a noise: "Oh——"

"Oh my god," Wen Xia put away the note, "You don't have girls to send you drinks, are you jealous?"

After the fun, the boys dispersed and returned to their seats. When they sat down, Lin Fengqi heard Wen Xia sigh and muttered softly: "What should I do, I don't like drinking this..."

But even though he muttered, he still opened the plastic cover and drank it up in one gulp.

Occasionally, he couldn't stand the sourness and frowned, just like when he ate that sour orange.

A few days later, Lin Fengqi accidentally ran into Wen Xia talking to a girl. There was no one around, and Lin Fengqi had no impression of the girl, as she was not from Class A. He subconsciously stopped, stepped back, and hid himself behind the wall.

Wen Xia spoke softly, not as flamboyantly as usual, but much more gently.

"Did you deliver the lemonade that day?" he asked.

The girl said "hmm" and asked timidly: "You... don't like it? I'm sorry, I just thought you would be very hot after playing ball, so..."

"No, I like it very much, thank you," Wen Xia said in a relaxed tone, not making people feel pressured, "I'm sorry to make you spend money, how much is the lemonade? I'll give it back to you."

The girl hurriedly said: "No..."

"Yes, it's not good to take advantage of others," Wen Xia said with a smile, "Or, how about I buy you a glass of lemonade too? There's give and take, and we're even."

This was the boy's tactful refusal.

The kindness towards strangers is also the liking for the ambiguous feelings of adolescence. Like the wind in early summer, warm but not scorching, brushing past the ends of the eyes and hair, but never staying for a moment.

After that, no unsigned lemonade appeared on Wen Xia's desktop.

Lin Fengqi quietly caught the soft and warm wind and hid it in his heart. In the countless days and nights that followed, it was like being in the early summer of that year when the cicadas had not yet risen, and he never felt cold for a moment.

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My aunt is visiting, so I will only update these today orz I will make it up tomorrow!