He was at a loss, Wen Xia was stunned, and also at a loss.

What was Lin Fengqi talking about? What does "you chased me?" mean? Why is there a question mark at the end?

Wen Xia finally stood up, and Lin Fengqi also sat up in a daze.

Wen Xia stared at him straight, and said word by word: "I chased you before."

Lin Fengqi: "Before?"

Wen Xia's face: "...high school."

After a moment, the confusion on Lin Fengqi's face was gradually replaced by a slow shock.

He was stunned, his eyes slightly widened, as if he had heard the most unlikely thing in the world.

"How is it possible..." He finally spoke, his lips moving, as if talking to himself, "Wen Xia... chased me?"

Wen Xia looked at Lin Fengqi, and Lin Fengqi also looked at him.

In silence, the two stared at each other.

Finally, it was Wen Xia who spoke first: "You apply the medicine yourself. If there is nothing else, I will... go to sleep."

He said dryly, stuffed the medicine into Lin Fengqi's hand, picked up Wen Daye and went back to the room.

Lin Fengqi blinked, looked down at the ointment in his hand slowly, and looked up at Wen Xia's bedroom, his expression gradually became dull again.

Wen Xia tossed and turned all night, and couldn't sleep well. Obviously, he had passed the bed-adapting period, but he had one dream after another all night. It seemed that he had dreamed a lot about Lin Fengqi, but he didn't remember any of them after waking up.

After waking up, he paralyzed in bed, felt his mind clear, and began to review everything that happened last night.

Lin Fengqi confessed.

But he didn't seem to know that he had pursued him before.

Was it because he was drunk? Was he not in a clear mind?

The phone vibrated on the bedside table. Wen Xia turned over carefully to avoid pressing Wen Da'e who was sleeping on his waist, and reached out to take the phone.

The call was from Wen Shanhai: "Are you still sleeping?"

Wen Xia: "Just woke up."

"You're sleeping soundly," Wen Shanhai said unhappily. "I drove the car back to you, and wanted to call you to get the car keys, but you didn't answer several calls. I went to your house and knocked on the door but you couldn't wake up. Are you home?"

Wen Xia sat up and asked instead of answering: "Comrade Old Wen, you are not still waiting at the door, are you?"

Comrade Old Wen snorted coldly: "Do you think your father is stupid? Don't you see what time it is? How can I have the time to wait for you at the door for more than two hours."

"Then where are my car keys?" Wen Xia breathed a sigh of relief. If Wen Shanhai was still at the door, he couldn't fly over to open the door for him.

"I've stuffed it under the doormat for you. Hurry up and get it. It's very conspicuous when it's bulging. Don't let someone take it away later."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Xia looked at the time and it was almost noon. Maybe because he gave Wen Da'e a snack before going to bed last night, the little guy didn't wake him up to eat.

As for the little robot Xiaowu leaning against the bedside table, he only set the alarm for weekdays.

He hesitated before opening the door, not knowing how to face Lin Fengqi - when Lin Fengqi confessed last night, he was so arrogant, thinking about how to tease Lin Fengqi with the recording when he sobered up the next day. Who would have thought that Xiao Chou would become himself in the end.

He still couldn't figure out what the problem was.

Wen Xia plucked up his courage and opened the door -

Ah Moo ran over to him with his tail wagging and acted cute, but other than that the house was extremely quiet. Lin Fengqi was not in the room, the bathroom, the kitchen, or the living room.

He was the only one at home.

Lin Fengqi would not just run away from him because he had no blackouts after waking up and his memory was too embarrassing, right?

Wen Xia couldn't tolerate this.

He immediately turned around and went back to his room to pick up his phone to call Lin Fengqi.

The person on the other end picked up the phone more than ten seconds later. After the call was picked up, neither of them spoke immediately. There was silence for about five seconds, and Wen Xia got straight to the point: "Where are you?"

"In the nursing home." Lin Fengqi's tone sounded normal.

Wen Xia touched Wen Daye's head and said "Oh", not knowing whether to be relieved or disappointed.

"...Lunch is on the table, it should be cold, you can heat it up before eating," Lin Fengqi suddenly said, "The rice is kept warm in the rice cooker, it should still be hot. I made an egg steamed meat cake, which is also in it, be careful not to burn your hands when you take it."

The man's voice was very low, and seemed a little unnatural. He would stutter while speaking, and his words seemed to be stuttering.

Wen Xia was stunned, and before he could react, the phone was hung up.

——So this is, remember it, right?

Straightforward and clumsy concern.

It seems to be the first time.

Then the question came again, how much did Lin Fengqi remember? All? Or the fragments that left a deeper impression?

Wen Xia really wanted to know, but after thinking about it, she decided to ask him in person.

The food on the table was already cold, so he heated it up a little, opened the rice cooker, and was greeted by the aroma of eggs and meat, with a hint of green onion. The bowl of steamed meat with egg was still warm. The bowl was a little hot, so he used a bowl tongs to take it out, and the rice underneath was still warm.

There was no sign that the food had been touched, it was made especially for him.

Wen Xia sat down and ate while thinking, does this count as Lin Fengqi pursuing her?

After half a month, Wen Xia returned to her own residence. He rented this house. He has lived here since he graduated from college. The landlord is not in China. He has rented this house to him for several years. He only asks about the situation when collecting rent. He never asks about it at other times. He is free to raise cats and dogs. He has only one request: if the sofa and other items are damaged, he will replace them at his own expense.

In the past few years, he has really replaced two sofas.

There is no way. Sofas and other things have a natural attraction to small cats. Even if there are scratching boards everywhere in the house, Wen Da'e still has a special liking for sofas. Now that he lives with Lin Fengqi, it may be because Ah Moo, the aboriginal, guards every plant and tree in the house. Wen Da'e has not left any traces of his visit on the sofa.

When Wen Xia lifted the mat and took out the car keys, he was thinking, should he just return the house? Now the family's financial situation has improved, the hole that Comrade Wen was cheated out of has been mostly filled, and he has also accumulated some savings over the years, so he still has more than enough to buy a mortgage house.

It is still a little difficult to buy a ready-made house with full payment. It is not impossible to buy it if he really wants to, but he will have no cash to work with after buying it.

He still has a studio to support, and it is not easy to be a small boss. The

main reason is that he is living with Lin Fengqi now, and he may not come back to live in the short term. The house here has to cost rent and property fees, which is expensive. Save as much as possible. After making up his mind, Wen Xia went into the house to check it carefully to avoid any damage that he would need to pay for. He happened to be back, so he took some clothes and Wen Da'e's things with him. After all this packing, the things he packed were much more than expected. He also dismantled Wen Da'e's favorite cat climbing frame and took it away. After all the trouble, it was almost dusk when he left. There were a lot of things, so he went downstairs in two trips. When he came back from the last trip, he ran into his neighbor. The neighbor was a family of three. The couple must have taken their daughter out to play today. When the girl came back, she was holding a cartoon hydrogen balloon in one hand and chewing a big chicken drumstick in the other. She was eating so much that her eyes lit up when she saw him: "Brother!" Wen Xia has lived here for several years and often sees his neighbor. When he first moved in, the girl was only two years old. She has been very sociable since she was a child. I don't know why she likes him so much. The little girl ran over, chattering: "Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, where have you been?" Wen Xia put down his things, took out a clean tissue from his pocket, squatted down, wiped her greasy face, and said: "Brother went to travel the world." The little girl widened her eyes: "Really?" Wen Xia: "Yes." "Is it like Chu Liuxiang?" "Almost." The little girl exclaimed "Wow" and shouted happily: "Brother is so awesome! I also want to travel the world!" The parents who followed were amused and confused. This little girl didn't like anything else, but only liked to watch martial arts movies. She kept yelling that she wanted to be a heroine. Other people's bedtime stories were Andersen's fairy tales, but her bedtime story was to have her parents read martial arts novels to her. Wen Xia greeted the couple, and her mother took the little girl home. Her father lagged behind, and suddenly remembered something and asked Wen Xia, "By the way, have you not been home recently?" "Yes, I'm preparing to move out, and I'll give up this house in a while." "I thought... today when we went out, we saw a middle-aged man this tall and thin wandering at the door," he gestured, "We asked him, and he said he was your father and came to deliver something to you." "It's my father, he called me and told me that's why I came back." "That's good, we were worried that someone with ulterior motives came to check out the place or something like that," Dad smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I offended you and your father." Wen Xia also smiled and said it was okay. Wen Shanhai didn't come here often. He had come a few times before and missed his neighbors, so it was normal that they didn't know each other. When leaving, the little boy's voice squeezed out from the crack of the door: "Goodbye, brother!" Wen Xia waved to her. When she returned to Lin Fengqi's house with a lot of bags, it was already dark. The temperature dropped very quickly in the past two days. Today is the beginning of winter. According to the weather forecast, they will soon welcome the first snow of the year. Fortunately, his cold is almost healed, otherwise he would be afraid that his nose would freeze into ice when he went out in two days. Lin Fengqi had already returned. Wen Xia put the things in the entrance hall. Without time to say hello to him, she turned around and planned to go downstairs to get the last package of things, which was Wen Da'e's cat climbing frame. "Where are you going?" Lin Fengqi called him. "You haven't finished taking the things yet. I'll run one more time." Lin Fengqi walked to the entrance to change his shoes: "I'll go get it for you." Wen Xia watched him change his shoes and just stopped him verbally: "No, it's just the last few things. There's no need for two people." Lin Fengqi didn't say anything, but proved his determination by putting on his shoes and walking out. The last bag of things was naturally carried up by Lin Fengqi. When he was carrying it, Lin Fengqi heard the sound of wood blocks colliding inside, and couldn't help asking: "What is this?" "Cat climbing frame," Wen Xia said, "I saw the cat climbing frame at Liao Xingchen's house before and remembered it." Lin Fengqi was stunned and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry." Wen Xia: "?" What is this person apologizing for? Lin Fengqi said, "I've always forgotten about this..." Wen Xia had been living with Wen Da'e at his house for so long, but he forgot to prepare something as basic as a cat climbing frame. It was really wrong. Lin Fengqi silently scolded himself in his heart. Wen Xia opened the door and stepped aside to let him go in first, saying, "What's this? I also forgot that my son needed a cat climbing frame, otherwise we should have unpacked it and brought it in together on the day we moved in." After entering the house, in addition to the cat climbing frame, Wen Xia picked up the other two packages of things and went back to his room. When he passed by the kitchen, he smelled a familiar smell. He stuck his head out to take a look. Something was cooking in the pot with steam coming out. "Did you make dumplings?" " I made them in the sanatorium this afternoon," Lin Fengqi said as he walked into the kitchen and took out the cooked dumplings. "Today is the beginning of winter." He had been accompanying Ye Shixue in the sanatorium all afternoon today. When he went there at noon, he bought some flour, meat and vegetables on the way. He made dumplings with Ye Shixue in the afternoon. He left some in the sanatorium and brought the rest back. Wen Xia put the things back in the room. When he came out again, Lin Fengqi had already put the cooked dumplings on a plate and put them on the table. Ah Moo and Wen Da Pigeon were seduced by the smell and sat down at the table, crying for food. He walked to the kitchen: "What are you still doing?" "Make some vegetable soup, right away." You can eat dumplings and drink dumpling soup, but you can let Wen Xia drink boiled water, but she can't accept dumpling soup. Although it tastes like boiled water, it just tastes weird. Lin Fengqi processed the dumpling soup into a small pot of lettuce soup, and added a little salt, and the taste was immediately different. A plate of dumplings, a pot of soup, two bowls, two pairs of chopsticks, and two plates of dipping sauce. Today's dinner is simple and warm. The dumplings are filled with cabbage and pork. When you bite into them, the sweetness of the cabbage and the tenderness of the pork are mixed with the juice and burst in your mouth. If you are not careful, you will accidentally burn the tip of your tongue. Wen Xia pretended to be preoccupied, and kept glancing at Lin Fengqi during the meal. Lin Fengqi looked normal, and his table manners were still as pleasing to the eye as before. "Auntie, how is your health lately?" Wen Xia asked.

"It's good," Lin Fengqi said, "I met a few friends in the nursing home, and we often go to the movies or take a walk together."

Ye Shixue's resistance to neighborhood relationships stems from her previous living environment. There were too many people who liked to gossip in the place where they lived before, and no one had any secrets. What happened at the east gate of the community this morning would be spread to the west gate by noon, and sometimes they would gossip in front of you.

But the nursing home has a good environment. Ye Shixue herself has a literary and artistic atmosphere in her bones, and the neighbors she knows happen to have the same interests as her. In such an environment, her face is visibly rosier and she has become more cheerful, unlike when she was depressed in the hospital, with a sad face.

Lin Fengqi paused and said, "She also asked about you."

Wen Xia took a bite of the dumpling: "Hmm? What did she ask me?"

"Just asking about the recent situation," he slowed down the action of picking up the dumpling, and his voice became unclear, "... worried that I would make you unhappy."

Wen Xia didn't say anything, lowered his head and put the half-bitten dumpling into his mouth, and filled a bowl of vegetable soup.

The heat rolled on the tip of his tongue again and again, and the last mouthful of soup mixed with the tender and sweet lettuce was finally swallowed. Wen Xia put down his chopsticks: "I'm full."

Lin Fengqi's hand holding the chopsticks tightened slightly, and he responded, watching Wen Xia get up and leave the table and walk towards the room.

Before his tense nerves and muscles could relax for a moment, Wen Xia came back with her phone in her hand and sat back down. She didn't rush to speak, but just lowered her head to play with her phone.

But she was obviously waiting for something.

Lin Fengqi couldn't help but speed up his eating of dumplings. Finally, when he finished eating and stood up to clean up the dishes, Wen Xia, who had been silent all the time, finally spoke: "Don't worry, sit down first."

He put down the empty bowl and sat back anxiously.

Wen Xia looked at him expressionlessly and said, "You're running away very fast today. Are you deliberately avoiding me?"

Lin Fengqi was stunned, and then he subconsciously wanted to look away, and then he heard Wen Xia say, "Don't avoid my eyes, look at me."

His long eyelashes trembled, but he still obediently moved back.

He was visibly tense.

Although his face tensed up when he was nervous, and he looked like a cold and hard block of ice, as if someone owed him eight million, Wen Xia would no longer misunderstand him like before.

"Are you avoiding me on purpose?" he asked again.

Lin Fengqi's Adam's apple moved nervously, and his voice seemed to be on the root of his tongue: "...I just don't know how to face you."

"So you remember what happened last night."

"I..."

Lin Fengqi frowned, struggling, and finally gave up: "Remember some..."

"Which ones?"

"Just, part..."

"Which part?"

Lin Fengqi licked his lips, and the frequency of his eyes blinking became faster. He bent his hands on the table slightly, and his voice was very low: "I said...I want to pursue you." "More than that

?"

"..."

"What about the first half?"

A faint blood color slowly spread from his neck. Lin Fengqi didn't dare to look at him, but he obeyed what he just said, "Look at me", and his eyes trembled.

After a moment, he whispered: "I like you."

Hearing this sentence again in a sober state was another heavy blow.

Feeling his ears starting to burn, Wen Xia pretended to be calm and pointed out aggressively: "You didn't say that last night."

Lin Fengqi: "......?"

Wen Xia pretended to be calm and turned on the recording on her phone and played it -

"Wen Xia, I like you."

"I want to pursue you."

The two words "Wen Xia" were missing.

Lin Fengqi showed a shocked expression, and then his whole face flushed instantly.

His cold and hard face collapsed at this moment, and he fumbled with the tablecloth with his hands on the table in confusion: "Why, there is a recording?" He almost bit his tongue.

"I'm afraid you've forgotten," Wen Xia said, "and you won't admit it when you wake up."

Looking at Lin Fengqi's flushed face, he felt that he wasn't much better either, and he wanted to go downstairs to drink the northwest wind because of the heat, but he couldn't lose at this time, and he couldn't lose the battle: "Now it seems that the recording is OK."

Lin Fengqi couldn't speak.

Wen Xia took advantage of the victory and asked him: "So besides this, do you remember anything else?"

"Headache..."

"The shower hit me. Do you remember this?"

Lin Fengqi nodded.

Pain is always unforgettable.

Now my head is still swollen.

"Then...what about the rest?" Wen Xia asked.

Lin Fengqi frowned and shook his head: "It's very vague...I don't remember much."

It's fragmented, but not completely.

I remember one important thing, but not the other.

Wen Xia breathed a sigh of relief for no reason. Lin Fengqi didn't remember what he said yesterday, "I chased you." If he remembered, he would be the one who was embarrassed now.

He chased her throughout high school, but she didn't even know that he was chasing her.

Isn't it embarrassing

? Although he himself was also quite confused, he thought that he was not shy when he was chasing Lin Fengqi, and he almost treated himself as a potted plant growing on him, but why was it like this?

Wen Xia's silence made Lin Fengqi fidget. He really only remembered the words he said when he first met Wen Xia, and he couldn't remember the rest. He remembered the shower because it really hurt when it fell down, and he vaguely sobered up for a moment.

Could it be... Could it be that he did something unforgivable?

Just like when he and Wen Xia stayed in a hotel together in Ancheng before?

Lin Fengqi's thoughts surged for a moment, and suddenly he clenched his five fingers.

"Wen Xia." He called in a low voice.

Wen Xia came back to her senses and looked over.

"Let me... say it again," Lin Fengqi took a deep breath, blushing, but his eyes were fixed on his face, with a hint of tenderness and anxiety flashing in his deep eyes, "Can you let me pursue you?"

Before Wen Xia could answer, he said, "Even if you say no, I will still pursue her."

Or rather, he had been pursuing her since he proposed marriage. But unfortunately, he was too clumsy. So

clumsy that he only knew how to find a way to marry Wen Xia first.

Wen Xia looked at him, his expression difficult to discern.

Time passed by. Lin Fengqi became more and more nervous, but his eyes were fixed on his face.

In fact, since he had said that, it was okay not to wait for an answer.

After a while.

This time, it was finally Wen Xia's turn to lose control. He looked away in a deflated manner, raised his hand and pinched his ears, which were so hot that they looked like they could be used to fry eggs, and said, "Then you pursue her."

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I wonder who dares to say that Lin Fengqi is not good enough!