After getting Wen Xia's approval, the first thing Lin Fengqi did was to invite Wen Xia to walk the dog together. He still hadn't gotten over the nervousness of confessing his love, and he looked like he was kidnapped by Moo as he stood at the entrance holding Moo's hand: "Do you want to go for a walk together?" He was

a little shy.

What a cute guy.

Wen Xia didn't know why she liked to see him like this. Every time she saw him, she felt a different kind of excitement than in high school. She wanted to corner him and bully him like she did yesterday at the resort.

He touched his nose and suppressed his restless mischief: "Okay."

The wind got stronger at night, and the wind in his face was so strong that it froze his ears. The white air he exhaled gradually dissipated in the air.

Wen Xia and Lin Fengqi went out to walk their dog early today. They met many people walking their dogs along the way. It was cold and no one wanted to go downstairs, so there were fewer people walking than usual.

They ran into the young couple from last time. They didn't walk their dog today, but walked hand in hand. Xiao Ma was very happy to see Wen Xia: "Brother Wen! Mr. Lin."

Wen Xia smiled at him and started chatting naturally: "What a coincidence. Where's your dog?"

"Well, my parents like it very much. They take it home every now and then to raise it for a while. It just happened to be taken away again," Xiao Ma said, "By the way, we both forgot to add each other on WeChat last time. I was thinking of inviting you to play games together." Wen

heard his wife said, "Do you think I'm bad?"

"How could that be? You've pushed me to the ground and hammered me so many times. I'm better off hugging your thighs," Xiao Ma shook his hand interlocked with his wife's, "It's more fun to play with more people. Why don't we call Mr. Lin and we can play with four people."

Lin Fengqi looked at the two people shaking hands and glanced at Wen Xia quietly.

He had never held hands with Wen Xia.

They had obviously slept in the same bed together.

Wen Xia added Xiao Ma as a friend and asked him, "Do you play more online games?"

"I like online games and stand-alone games 50-50," Xiao Ma grinned, "I play whatever games are fun, what about you, Wen?"

"I play more stand-alone games."

"Really?" Xiao Ma's eyes lit up, "Then have you paid attention to the latest new game called "Flower of the End", which was released by Xingye Studio - do you know Xingye Studio?"

What kind of experience is it to eat melons in your own home. Wen Xia nodded, and boasted to himself without blushing: "I know, I played the trial version some time ago, it's not bad."

Xiao Ma was very happy to meet someone with the same hobby, and he bragged to Wen Xia, as if he not only liked a game, but was a loyal fan of Xingye Studio. He said that he had played every game from Starry Night Studio, even the early games that the boss of Starry Night Studio made when he was in college.

It was obvious that he was an experienced player. There were endless games on the market, but his scope of involvement was also very wide. He even made some pertinent suggestions while talking.

When they separated, Xiao Ma still remembered to invite him to play games: "Brother Wen, play games together when you have time."

Wen Xia replied: "Next time for sure."

The young couple walked away hand in hand. Perhaps it was a little cold, so they snuggled closer.

"What a good relationship." Wen Xia sighed as he looked at the two people's backs as they walked away.

It was just a simple sigh from him, without any envy or hint. He didn't think of that at all. However, when he and Lin Fengqi continued to walk forward for a few steps, their arms suddenly touched. It wasn't heavy, but more of a friction between the fabrics.

Wen Xia glanced at Lin Fengqi, then at the distance between their arms, which was closer than before. He didn't say anything.

Ah Moo had calmed down except for a short moment when he was going downstairs just now. He stopped and sniffed along the way, with his tail flying high behind him, waving like a small black flag.

The two of them walked for a while, keeping the distance between their shoulders. Suddenly, Lin Fengqi changed his hand to hold Ah Moo.

There was nothing unusual about this. He had changed hands before along the way. It was normal for one arm to be tired and then the other.

But this time, after he changed hands and his arm dropped, the back of his hand lightly brushed against Wen Xia's.

Wen Xia paused.

He didn't need to leash the dog after he went downstairs. He had kept his hands in his pockets on the long walk. Only when he met Xiao Ma and his wife just now, they took out their phones to add each other as friends, and then didn't put them back in. Their hands were still warm.

Lin Fengqi's hands were always exposed to the leash, and they were a little cold from the wind.

He didn't say anything, nor did he take his hands away, so as they walked, the back of Lin Fengqi's hands kept bumping against or rubbing against his.

The coolness was elusive and particularly tempting.

"Your hands are a little cold," Wen Xia couldn't stand being held, "How about I hold Ah Moo, you keep your hands in your pockets to warm them up."

Lin Fengqi: "...No need. I'm not cold."

Wen Xia stretched out his hand, but Lin Fengqi didn't move.

After a few seconds of confrontation, Ah Moo became unhappy and pulled the dog leash forward, motioning the two to continue walking.

"It's really not cold." Lin Fengqi said.

So the two continued to walk forward side by side. Not long after, the person next to him suddenly moved closer silently.

The distance between shoulders and arms became closer, and the coolness touched Wen Xia more frequently this time, occasionally touching the back of his hand. The man's slender fingers moved slightly, touching his knuckles.

As if testing something.

Wen Xia said, "The road is quite wide."

The person next to him froze for a moment, and seemed to respond with some guilt: "Yeah."

"So do you think--"

"No." The answer was rushed out quickly.

Wen Xia looked at him and said, "I haven't finished my words yet."

Lin Fengqi was silent for a second and said, "I don't think so anyway."

Wen Xia looked at him deeply and said, "So I think the road planning of this community is quite good. There are no winding paths. The design is very generous."

Lin Fengqi: "..."

Wen Xia asked him, "Don't you think so?"

Lin Fengqi choked for two seconds with a wooden face and nodded.

"Then why did you say you didn't think so just now?" Wen Xia said, "What do you think I want to say?"

"...Nothing."

Wen Xia was amused by his aggrieved yet calm expression. He turned his head away, pursed his lips and curled the corners of his mouth in restraint.

However, before he could laugh for a few seconds, he was suddenly stunned.

His little finger was suddenly hooked by a force, and then was clamped between the cold fingers.

He turned his head to look at Lin Fengqi, who had a serious face, as if his hands had their own thoughts and had nothing to do with him.

"What are you doing?" Wen Xia asked.

"... cold," he said, "warming up."

"Didn't you just say you weren't cold?"

Lin Fengqi stopped talking. He couldn't think of what to say in response, so he just pretended to be dead and didn't even look at Wen Xia.

Wen Xia gently hooked his little finger, but felt that his little finger was circled tighter. As if he was determined not to let go.

Is this considered holding hands?

If it counts, Wen Xia only wants to give him 50 points.

The heartbeat and emotions were too disobedient. It seemed like they couldn't be suppressed.

Finally, passing by a convenience store in the community, Wen Xia bought a pack of hand warmers and stuffed it into Lin Fengqi's arms: "Here, this is warm enough."

Lin Fengqi: "..."

After walking the dog, he went home. While Lin Fengqi was taking a shower, Wen Xia went back to the room and opened the upper door to call Zou Boyan. He really had a question that needed his good brother's help to solve.

How to chase someone?

This question not only made Lin Fengqi rack his brains, but Wen Xia was also puzzled.

He had chased Lin Fengqi, which was an unquestionable thing before last night, but now he began to doubt himself.

Wen Xia used to think that he couldn't catch up with Lin Fengqi because he didn't like him; after reading the diary, he thought that he couldn't catch up with Lin Fengqi because he looked down on himself.

But now it seems... there are other reasons.

After listening to his doubts, Zou Boyan was silent for a long time, and then said: "I thought you knew something."

Wen Xia: "?"

Wen Xia: "What do I know?"

Zou Boyan: "About how bad your pursuit skills are."

Wen Xia: "???"

"Fuck you, weren't you just joking with me?" Wen Xia said.

"Bullshit, who is kidding you," Zou Boyan said, "I'm serious every time."

"..."

Wen Xia was convinced: "How can I say that I'm not good enough? I'm just not good enough to take root in him!"

Zou Boyan was also convinced: "Young Master, chasing someone is not just about sticking to them, what kind of physical chasing method is that?"

Zou Boyan lived next door to Wen Xia when he was a child. Like Fang Huai, the two grew up together and went to the same school from kindergarten to junior high school. When Zou Boyan's family moved away in high school, they were no longer together in high school. But they still made appointments to meet up frequently.

Zou Boyan knew what happened between Wen Xia and Lin Fengqi.

When he heard from Wen Xia that he was chasing someone recently, Zou Boyan realized that when he rejected Fang Huai's first love in junior high school, he said that he liked boys, which was actually true. He thought Wen Xia said that to cut off all romantic interests once and for all.

After all, no girl in the entire junior high school confessed to him after that.

"Bullshit," Wen Xia scolded him after he was shocked, "I just said it casually, just to cut off all romantic interests once and for all."

"Then what are you doing this time...?" Zou Boyan looked puzzled.

Wen Xia was silent for a moment and said, "If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't know that I really like boys."

People will always meet some special people in their lives. Some may become just a sigh after many years, but some are deep enough to leave a mark for a lifetime. Wen Xia didn't know whether Lin Fengqi's specialness was that sigh or the unforgettable dream of youth.

Maybe the time is not long enough, only eight years, not enough to fade a person's traces. Maybe it will take another ten or twenty years to get the answer.

But now he and Lin Fengqi have become fellow travelers again in a wonderful way.

"Who is chasing people in physics?" Wen Xia was angry, but afraid that Lin Fengqi outside would hear it, so he lowered his voice, "I brought him breakfast, and I brought him a portion of whatever our aunt did. Also, when we go out to play, when did I not bring him a gift?"

Zou Boyan said numbly: "If bringing exercise papers can be called a gift."

Wen Xia corrected: "And professional books related to artificial intelligence."

Zou Boyan: "So what kind of gift is this?!"

"Young Master," Zou Boyan said sadly. He felt his scalp tingling at the thought of someone sending him exercise papers and professional books. "Who would give these gifts to someone they like? If they were to send someone, they would definitely send something that could be seen as having ambiguous messages at a glance. Also, bringing breakfast, bringing delicious food - and following him everywhere, what's so special about that? Isn't it normal between good brothers?"

"Is it normal?"

"Is it abnormal?" Zou Boyan asked him, "We have been together since we were young... at least until high school, didn't we go everywhere together? I don't need to count how many meals I have eaten at your house, right? Don't tell me that you never brought food to your roommates in four years of college."

"...That's different."

"What's different?"

"The intention is different."

"..."

Zou Boyan's words were fatal: "If Lin Fengqi had understood your feelings, you two would have been together a long time ago."

Wen Xia: "."

Damn.

Wen Xia lost confidence: "Not really..."

Zou Boyan asked: "Let me ask you, have you ever said you like him?"

Wen Xia was stunned for a moment, frowned and recalled the past, and said: "Yes."

"Told him?"

"Yes..." Wen Xia suddenly hesitated, "right?"

Zou Boyan said: "Anyway, I heard you confess once."

Wen Xia: "?"

"Remember when you graduated from high school, your class organized a dinner but you didn't go," Zou Boyan said, "that day you came to me to drink, and after you got drunk you held the bottle and said to the bottle, 'Lin Fengqi, I like you'."

After a pause, he said, "There's another sentence after that. Do you know what it is?"

Wen Xia's eyelids jumped, and he continued with a guilty conscience, "What?"

"'Fortunately I didn't tell you this'" Zou Boyan repeated without emotion, "'Otherwise, it would be even more embarrassing for you'."

Wen Xia: "..."

Wen Xia was dumbfounded.

So dumb.

Zou Boyan asked again with empathy, "Do you need me to say more?"

Wen Xia closed his eyes, "No, leave now."

The author has something to say:

One has poor skills, and the other has poor comprehension (pointing and pointing

I'm late, this is the first update. I haven't slept well recently. I want to rest early today, so I won't stay up late to write the second update. I'll make up for it tomorrow_(:з」∠)_Everyone should also have a good rest. Be careful of catching a cold when it's cold~