Wen Xia couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand after turning the corner, wondering if he should go out now.

He was really afraid that if he went over now, Lin Fengqi would faint on the spot.

Fang Huai finished speaking excitedly, and was about to scold Lin Fengqi again, but just as he was about to get ready, he heard the person in front of him suddenly say, "I'm sorry."

Fang Huai's words were stuck at his lips, and he felt more and more puzzled: "So you hit me for no reason, and then you just say sorry and that's it?"

"Xiao Fang needs me to compensate you somehow, just ask." Lin Fengqi said again.

Fang Huai couldn't mention it. The other party's expression was too serious, and his tone was too sincere and upright, which made him feel like he was being unreasonable.

"You..." Fang Huai felt a little aggrieved, but he couldn't vent his anger. "Forget it, I don't care what your relationship with Wen Xia is, stay away from me in the future."

He said angrily, and walked away. When he turned the corner, he was almost tripped by Wen Xia's long legs.

"Fuck, Wen Xia, are you done?" Fang Huai cursed.

"Oh, sorry," Wen Xia retracted his legs, "I can't help it because my legs are too long."

Fang Huai really didn't know what bad luck he had today, and strode away with a dark face.

"I'll treat you to dinner another day!" Wen Xia shouted behind him.

"Eat shit!"

After seeing Fang Huai off, Wen Xia walked out of the corner and saw Lin Fengqi still standing there with his back to him. His back was still so tall, but that person felt that he had become a quail, at a loss and wanted to escape at any time.

Hearing Wen Xia's footsteps, he still didn't turn around.

It was as if as long as he didn't turn around, he wouldn't have to face anything. Wen

Xia coughed.

Lin Fengqi was like a frightened bird, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Wen Xia coughed again and said, "What are you doing, facing the wall and reflecting on your mistakes?"

Lin Fengqi was silent for a moment, and actually responded sullenly: "Yeah."

"Then tell me, what are you reflecting on?"

Lin Fengqi didn't say anything.

Wen Xia took a step forward: "Lin Fengqi."

Lin Fengqi finally turned around, but was forced to take a step back by Wen Xia's approach. His cheeks were red, and he didn't dare to look directly at Wen Xia. His eyes wandered and couldn't find a place to land. The whole person looked very panicked.

It was exactly like the scene under the tree in the community that night.

Wen Xia took another step forward .

Lin Fengqi took another step back.

His steps back were bigger than Wen Xia's steps forward, but after two steps, he had nowhere to go. He leaned against the corner, just like Fang Huai who had just been pushed against the corner by him.

"Why is your face so red?" Wen Xia asked knowingly, "Do you have a fever?"

He raised his hand to touch Lin Fengqi's forehead.

His wrist was grabbed, and Lin Fengqi dodged backwards, stunned for a moment, and hastily let go of his wrist.

But before Wen Xia could withdraw his hand, it was hastily grabbed again.

"I don't..." The man stuttered, "I don't have a fever."

"Yeah, I can see that," Wen Xia said, "You look pretty energetic."

"..."

The force on his wrist tightened slightly, and Lin Fengqi asked him: "Did you hear what I said just now?"

"Huh? What?"

Lin Fengqi just breathed a sigh of relief, and then he heard Wen Xia say: "Do you mean that you told Fang Huai that he didn't deserve to call my name, or that Fang Huai was crazy about making up stories about me?"

His nerves, which had just relaxed a little, immediately tightened up.

"You... heard it."

"It's hard not to hear it."

"..."

Lin Fengqi shut himself up.

He turned his face away, his face getting redder and redder, and Wen Xia felt that the palm of his hand against his wrist was getting hotter and hotter.

It's not a fever, but it's worse than a fever. He's almost cooked.

Wen Xia tugged at his wrist, and Lin Fengqi suddenly seemed to come to his senses and let go of his hand.

Seeing him like this, Wen Xia suddenly didn't want to let him go so easily: "I felt something was wrong before, Jing'er, you seem to be very hostile to Fang Huai, I wanted to ask if you two have any business grudges, but as far as I know, you don't have any business dealings with him yet... So why is this?"

Lin Fengqi didn't say anything.

Wen Xia continued to ask: "Why did you suddenly get angry at the door of the box just now?"

"Also, why did you keep blocking me from talking to Fang Huai today at the racecourse?"

"Why do you care so much about who wins or loses with Fang Huai?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you were going to come here today?"

"Why," Wen Xia approached him, almost bumping his nose against his. At such a close distance, he could smell the faint smell of alcohol on his body from the lunch party. "Wear the same color clothes as me?"

Lin Fengqi had not yet completely recovered from the fact that he had once again created a love rival out of thin air. Wen Xia's series of whys threw at him made his heavy brain stop working again.

In fact, all the whys pointed to the only answer.

At such a close distance, Wen Xia looked at him quietly, even though her heart was beating fast and her face was hot.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it was unknown how long it had been, or perhaps not long at all. Lin Fengqi's eyes flickered slightly, and he slowly moved his gaze back to Wen Xia's face, meeting his eyes. Most of the blush on his face had faded, leaving only a thin layer of pink, and his ears were still like dripping blood.

Wen Xia saw himself in his deep eyes.

Finally, Lin Fengqi's lips moved.

"Because..."

As soon as the words came out, footsteps were heard behind him. Two girls went to the restroom together, talking and laughing. However, when they saw the two people in the corner of the wall at the end of the corridor, they both fell silent, then looked at each other and smiled secretly, and quickly ran into the women's restroom.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and Lin Fengqi's mouth, which had just opened, closed again.

Wen Xia's phone in her pocket also rang at an inopportune time.

The atmosphere was gone.

Wen Xia was a little annoyed. He took two steps forward and took out his cell phone. It was a call from old comrade Wen: "Son, where are you? I saw you had opened the door just now. Why are you gone again? Even if you went to the toilet, you took too long. Your uncle Liao and brother Xingchen are waiting for you here."

There was no noisy music in the background. It should be a call from outside the box.

Wen Xia: "Why are you waiting for me? Just sing your own songs."

Wen Shanhai: "What are you talking about? Do you want to sneak away? Didn't you get along well with Liao Xingchen this morning? Don't be willful and come back soon."

After saying that, he hung up.

Wen Xia sighed and looked at Lin Fengqi.

The latter also looked at him, opened his mouth, and didn't know how to continue the interrupted words.

"I'm going back first," Wen Xia said, and turned to leave. After taking two steps, he remembered something and turned back, "Oh, there's one more question."

Lin Feng responded subconsciously: "What?"

"Why - do you have to marry me?"

When Wen Xia returned to the box, Comrade Old Wen was singing "Friends Walk Together for Life" with Father Liao, with his arm around his shoulder. There were several bottles of wine on the table. Two bottles were opened and almost empty.

Looking at the state of the two people, they didn't drink much, but they were quite drunk, and not a word was in tune.

Liao Xingchen sat on the side and supported them very much. When the two old fathers who were intoxicated by his singing needed applause, he offered his hands. Seeing Wen Xia, he breathed a sigh of relief: "You are finally back."

"Thank you for your hard work." Wen Xia said.

After singing a song, Wen Shanhai started to make a noise: "You're back, son? Come on, sing a song quickly, sing a song with Xiao Liao. You young guys sing well, much better than old guys like us."

Wen Xia said: "I have a cold and my throat hasn't healed yet, have you forgotten?"

Wen Shanhai said: "Don't give me that, I saw you eat less chopped pepper fish at noon, how come you didn't remember you had a cold when you were enjoying the delicious food?"

Wen Xia: "Forgotten?"

Liao's father smiled and said: "Okay, Old Wen, don't force the child, we are happy to come out, Xiao Xia shouldn't force herself with a cold - Xingchen, come on, didn't you join a band in college, and you were the lead singer. Show off your voice for your uncle Wen and brother Wen Xia!"

Liao Xingchen was chased away and went on stage to sang two songs.

There is a small window on the door of the KTV box through which you can see outside. Wen Shanhai and Liao's father did not notice it. Only Wen Xia saw Fang Lianshu and his group walking through the door. Lin Fengqi was naturally among them. They left a little early, probably to go to the next show.

Wen Shanhai and Liao's father held the microphone until it was almost dark, and they were reluctant to leave.

As night fell, the lights in the holiday villa were bright, and the night's excitement had just begun.

They had a roasted whole lamb for dinner. This time they did not meet Fang Lianshu and his group. The two old fathers drank some wine when they sang in the afternoon. Wen Shanhai drank a lot again in the joy of the evening. Liao's father did not drink because he had an operation tomorrow afternoon, but replaced the wine with tea.

The two chatted about everything. Wen Shanhai was experienced in business and had an amazing alcohol tolerance. After leaving the restaurant, he and Liao's father drove Wen Xia and Liao Xingchen to the night market like cattle.

The night market in Suye Villa opens at 8 o'clock every night. Two rows of stalls are set up in a row, from the east to the west, selling all kinds of things, but mostly snacks.

Just like in the morning, the two old fathers disappeared into the crowd in a blink of an eye, leaving Wen Xia and Liao Xingchen helpless.

Since they were already here, the two had to slowly start shopping from the beginning.

Halfway through the shopping, Wen Xia's mobile phone rang, and the caller ID showed Lin Fengqi. Liao Xingchen glanced at his mobile phone screen, smiled knowingly, and walked to the stall next to him to pretend to browse.

Wen Xia turned around and answered the phone: "Hello?"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't speak. The quiet background sound formed a sharp contrast with the hustle and bustle of the night market stalls.

Just like eight years ago, when they were teenagers.

Wen Xia said "Hello" again and called his name: "Lin Fengqi?"

The other end finally spoke: "Wen Xia." The voice was low and slightly hoarse.

He immediately called "Wen Xia" again, and then said: "I drank, drank... quite a lot. I'm sorry."

Wen Xia: "I drank, why apologize."

Lin Fengqi said: "Because I did something you don't like."

Wen Xia paused and asked him: "How much did you drink?" Why do I feel a little drunk.

"...I don't know," Lin Fengqi said, "They kept asking me to drink, so I drank."

"Where are you now?"

"Well, I don't know."

"...Why don't you know anything."

The other end was silent.

Wen Xia had never seen Lin Fengqi drunk. He was very self-disciplined and never lost his composure. He only heard Zhou Yixin talk about the time when he was drunk in college.

He thought for a moment and said, "You should not be at the table now, right?"

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

Wen Xia: "Where are you now? I'll find you."

"No."

"?"

Lin Fengqi said, "I don't want you to come to me."

Wen Xia: "Then why did you call me?"

This "why" has now become a sensitive point for Lin Fengqi. He was startled and said in a low voice, "Because... I can't find you. This place is so big."

Wen Xia's heartbeat was a little fast. He asked, "Then you don't know where you are, do you?"

Lin Fengqi said, "Hmm".

Wen Xia sighed softly: "Look at the road signs around, or tell me if there are any shops or something like that."

When he found Lin Fengqi, he was sitting on a bench. This was a small path leading to the accommodation area. There were few tourists at this time, and everyone was still playing outside.

The flower beds extended from both sides of the road. In early winter, the shadows of the trees were sparse. Lin Fengqi's drooping eyebrows looked lonely and pitiful under the dim street lights, like a large dog waiting to be taken back by its owner.

Hearing footsteps, he slowly raised his head and looked at Wen Xia's eyes, which were reflected in the light and were bright and hazy due to the alcohol. He looked dazed for a moment, as if he couldn't believe that Wen Xia appeared in front of him like this.

"Wen Xia." He called out.

"Yeah." Wen Xia responded.

"...You came to find me." He said.

"Yeah, I came to find you."

Lin Fengqi lowered his head and murmured, "I should have been the one to find you."

"But you can't find me." Wen Xia said.

"Yeah...I can't find you."

The drunk Lin Fengqi didn't seem very smart.

Wen Xia asked him, "Why did you come to find me?"

Why.

Why again.

Wen Xia threw a lot of whys at him today.

Wen Xia, you are so curious.

Lin Fengqi thought dully: "You asked me a lot of whys this afternoon."

Wen Xia: "Yeah."

He frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said: "So I came to you to answer your questions."

After that, his eyebrows relaxed and repeated to confirm: "This is why I came to you."

The wind was gentle, carrying the sparse leaves, making a slight rustling sound.

Lin Fengqi's hair was also blown by the wind, and for a moment he looked like the heart-breaking boy in high school.

Wen Xia's hand hanging by his side moved, and the frequency of his heartbeat was also disturbed by the wind.

"I'm angry, I don't let you talk to Fang Huai, I care about winning or losing, I come here, I wear clothes that match yours..." The person sitting on the bench paused for a moment, his alcohol-choked brain turned around with great effort, "And, I want to marry you."

"All this is because... I like you."

Lin Fengqi raised his face and looked at the person in front of him. Wen Xia had never seen him look so gentle.

"I like you, Wen Xia," he said, "I want to pursue you."

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