——I like you.

Wen Xia has been waiting for this sentence since high school. Ten years.

When he thought he would never meet Lin Fengqi again, Lin Fengqi showed up and said, marry me. He offered a handsome reward, although in the past, a monthly salary of only two hundred thousand was nothing to Wen Xia. He agreed, but maybe it wasn't just because of the two hundred thousand at the time.

And when he wanted to extinguish his rekindled thoughts, Lin Fengqi's diary fell in front of him, just in time.

Wen Xia has been trying to force this sentence out of his mouth, and now he has succeeded.

But Lin Fengqi...

is drunk.

He had never met a drunk Lin Fengqi, but he himself had been drunk before - he did not go to the high school graduation party because he was afraid that he would not be able to bear to see Lin Fengqi. He knew that he and Lin Fengqi had different aspirations, and he was determined not to curry favor with him anymore. It might be difficult for them to meet again in the future.

That night, Wen Xia dragged Zou Boyan to get him drunk. He could not remember anything he said or did after he sobered up. It was completely a complete mess.

Now he was not sure how drunk Lin Fengqi was in his opinion. What if he woke up and said, "I don't remember."

Then Wen Xia might want to give him a blow.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Lin Fengqi, as if he was about to be swept up by the gentle vortex he had never seen before.

Wen Xia licked his lower lip unconsciously, trying to calm his overly rapid heartbeat.

For a long while.

"Wait a minute," he took out his cell phone, opened the recording, and put it to Lin Fengqi's mouth, "Say what you just said again."

Lin Fengqi's eyes were a little confused, but he listened to Wen Xia's words very much, and he was particularly honest after drinking, and he repeated it to the phone obediently: "Wen Xia, I like you."

"What else?"

Lin Fengqi was confused.

Wen Xia said: "Isn't there another half sentence?"

Lin Fengqi tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "I want to pursue you."

Wen Xia pressed the stop button, edited and saved: "I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

"...Oh." Lin Fengqi lowered his head in disappointment.

Wen Xia stared at the top of his head and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to rub it. It was so soft.

It was like rubbing a large dog.

The large dog enjoyed it very much and squinted slightly.

"Why do you drink when someone asks you to drink," Wen Xia suddenly asked, "You should be able to refuse back, right?"

"I want to be brave." He answered honestly.

"What are you trying to be brave for? Are you going to confess to me?"

"Hmm..."

Wen Xia pressed harder, causing Lin Fengqi to let out a vague sob. He looked up at him, a little pitiful.

"Why aren't you usually so brave?" he said, "You have to drink to be brave."

Lin Fengqi pursed his lips aggrievedly and said vaguely, "I get nervous when I see you..."

Wen Xia asked, "Why? What's there to be nervous about? Will I eat people?"

Lin Fengqi shook his head.

He frowned and said in annoyance, "You won't, you're very good... I'm afraid of saying something wrong and making you unhappy. But it seems that the more I think about it, the more I make things worse..."

Lin Fengqi knew that he was not good at speaking, especially when facing Wen Xia. He originally thought that after going to college, starting a business, and going through the overt and covert struggles in the business world, he would be able to thrive in any situation, deal with people, and get out of it easily. This is how he has come step by step over the years.

But Wen Xia...

Only when facing Wen Xia, he seemed to have turned back into the poor boy in high school who couldn't even speak properly. All social skills were useless in front of Wen Xia, and he was so clumsy that he was annoyed.

Lin Fengqi sat there and sulked, and then he heard Wen Xia say: "Then you can try it."

He was stunned and turned his head: "Try what?"

Wen Xia said: "Try it without considering so many things, and don't care whether I am happy or not, just say whatever you think - didn't you say it yourself, I won't eat people, I am very good, so what are you afraid of?"

This logic seems to be impeccable.

Lin Fengqi thought blankly.

Wen Xia leaned closer and looked at him seriously: "If you don't tell me, how can I know what you are thinking." Wen

Xia left halfway. When Comrade Wen and Liao's father came back, they saw Liao Xingchen alone and thought that something unpleasant happened between the two. Wen Shanhai was about to make a call when Wen Xia came back.

"Where did you go?" Wen Shanhai asked.

"Toilet." Wan Jinyou answered.

Wen Shanhai glared at him unhappily. As a master, didn't he know that he was lying?

They had no plan to stay here. They planned to leave after visiting the night market, but Wen Shanhai and Liao's father came together. Now they were both drunk. It was a long way from the county to the city, and it was night. Instead of spending this money to go home, it would be better to stay here for one night and go to the hot spring.

"You just want to soak in the hot springs, right?" Wen Xia complained.

"What do you know? Spending money to go home and spending money to enjoy one more night outside, how can that be the same?" Wen Shanhai snorted.

"Then you guys go, I'm going home first," Wen Xia said, "

I have something to do." Wen Shanhai was unhappy: "What's the matter?"

"Work," Wen Xia said, "and your grandson is a cat at home. When you came, you didn't say you wanted to stay overnight, and there's no one to take care of it at home."

Wen Shanhai's expression was shaken, but he still said: "Call Xiao Zou and ask him to help you look after the big pigeon."

Wen Xia glanced at him: "Old Comrade Wen, you are really drunk, he doesn't have the key to my house."

Wen Shanhai: "..."

Father Liao patted him on the shoulder and came out to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, let the kid go if he has something to do. Xingchen, what about you?"

Liao Xingchen glanced at his mobile phone, and someone had been intermittently swiping his screen with several emoticons. He blocked her calmly and said, "I have to go back too."

"Look, Old Wen, you all have your own things to do. Isn't it enough that the kids have played with us two old guys for a whole day?"

The two old fathers walked away shoulder to shoulder. Wen Xia and Liao Xingchen went to the villa reception to return the pass and went to the parking lot to pick up the car.

Walking out of the gate, Lin Fengqi stood under the street light. Seeing Wen Xia, his misty eyes lit up, and he walked over here, his steps a little shaky.

Liao Xingchen raised his eyebrows: "Are you drunk?" Wen

Xia sighed, which was self-evident.

Liao Xingchen joked: "I was wondering why you were in a hurry to go back."

"Sorry, I got you involved."

"No, I really have to go back too," Liao Xingchen smiled, "Then I'll leave first." As he said that, he didn't forget to say hello to a drunkard.

Many people who come to the holiday villa want to stay overnight. There are very few people like them who leave after playing for a day. The gate looks particularly cold and lonely.

Seeing Lin Fengqi looking at the direction where Liao Xingchen left, Wen Xia teased him: "Do you know who that is?"

Lin Fengqi replied: "Liao Xingchen."

"Okay, you know him. I thought you were too drunk to recognize him."

Lin Fengqi said: "He saved Ah Moo, I remember."

After that, he turned to Wen Xia and thought about what he had just said: "I know you."

Wen Xia's heart softened and said: "Okay, you know me."

Wen Xia went to the parking lot to pick up Lin Fengqi's car. He didn't drink today, so he had to be a free driver for the drunk Lin. As for his own car... the car key has been secretly put into Wen Shanhai's pocket, and he will let Comrade Wen drive it back tomorrow. It just so happens that he and Liao's father each drive a car.

This is the real free driving.

Lin Fengqi was drunk, but he still knew how to get in the car. He just fiddled with the seat belt for a long time, and finally frowned and looked at Wen Xia: "Is this thing broken?"

This scene seemed familiar.

Wen Xia remembered that when he was slightly drunk before, he also sat in the position where Lin Fengqi was sitting now, and he didn't buckle his seat belt for a long time. Later, when Lin Fengqi buckled him, his hands were shaking.

He was actually still sober when he got in the car that day, and the alcohol started to ferment slowly on the way home.

"Don't move." Wen Xia said.

He lowered his head and snatched the seat belt from Lin Fengqi's hand, and buckled it with a click. The breath with the smell of alcohol approached suddenly, and when he raised his head, the corner of his forehead almost brushed Lin Fengqi's lips.

Wen Xia's heart skipped a beat, and his Adam's apple moved slightly: "Why did you suddenly get so close?"

"I want to see how you buckle your seat belt," Lin Fengqi looked at him, his eyes showing distress and confusion, "Why can't I buckle it?"

"Because you're stupid." Wen Xia said expressionlessly, stepped back, pulled the driver's seat belt and buckled it tightly.

Lin Fengqi was very quiet along the way, he didn't sleep either, just leaned on the back of the passenger seat and stared at Wen Xia, refusing to move his eyes for a moment, as if Wen Xia would grow wings and fly away if he didn't pay attention.

Unable to bear being stared at by him, she turned around and said, "Don't look at me" while waiting for the traffic light at an intersection.

Lin Fengqi blinked: "Why?"

"It's easy to have a traffic accident."

This successfully frightened the drunk Lin. He slightly widened his eyes, then quickly retracted his gaze and looked straight ahead, not daring to look at Wen Xia again the whole time.

It was already late at night when they got home. As soon as the door opened, Ah Moo rushed over, but it seemed that he couldn't stand the smell of alcohol on his father. He approached and sniffed twice, then suddenly stepped back two steps, and then turned to rush forward to ask Wen Xia for a touch.

Then he was pushed away by Wen Da Pigeon who rushed over. The cat and the dog chased each other and played in the house again.

"Are you taking a shower or going to bed directly?" Wen Xia asked Lin Fengqi.

"Take a shower," Lin Fengqi frowned, raised his hand and sniffed the smell of alcohol on his body, "It stinks."

But to be honest, Wen Xia was worried that if he took a shower in this state, he would fall on his back in the bathroom.

However, Lin Fengqi was very confident in himself, and walked back to the bedroom with light steps, picked up a set of clothes, and then floated into the bathroom.

Wen Xia stood by the door anxiously: "Call me if you need anything."

Lin Fengqi's voice echoed in the bathroom: "Hmm."

The bathroom door was inlaid with foggy frosted glass, and he couldn't see inside clearly, but he could see a shadowy dark figure. Wen Xia watched the dark figure's movements, and heard the rustling sound of undressing from inside, as if he could see how Lin Fengqi lifted up his clothes and unbuckled his belt...

His face was a little hot, and he began to doubt whether he was right to stand by the door.

It was a bit tormenting.

Wen Xia let out a light breath, thinking that Lin Fengqi was such a big man, even if he was drunk, it shouldn't be a problem for him to take a shower?

He stood up and planned to leave this place of trouble.

At this time, the sound of water from the shower was heard from inside, followed by the sound of Lin Fengqi sucking in cool air, and then the muffled sound of something colliding, and Lin Fengqi whimpered in pain.

Wen Xia immediately turned back: "What's wrong?"

The black shadow on the frosted glass seemed to squat down, and there was no sound from inside.

Wen Xia knocked on the door: "Lin Fengqi?"

Lin Fengqi replied muffledly: "Um..."

Wen Xia frowned, hesitated for a moment, and put his hand on the door handle: "...I'm coming in?"

No response.

Without caring about so much, Wen Xia opened the door and saw Lin Fengqi squatting on the ground with his head covered. He took off his shirt and only untied the belt of his pants, which were still intact on his body. There was a puddle of water on the ground, and the showerhead was lying on the ground, twisting and spraying water, soaking Lin Feng's legs.

Hearing the door open, he looked over, his eyes slightly red, and he was about to cry out of grievance.

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