Lin Fengqi cried.

To be precise, it can't be called crying, it's more appropriate to say whimpering.

Wen Xia really didn't expect the reaction to be so big. He covered his chest and calmed down for a while, restraining the urge to press him into the chair and kiss him hard, and said coaxingly: "How do you want me to apologize? Just tell me, I will satisfy you."

Lin Fengqi covered his face and shook his head.

Wen Xia dragged the chair over: "Tell me, it's my fault to look at your diary."

He got closer and closer, Lin Fengqi turned around, and two vague words came out from between his fingers: "No..."

"Huh?"

Wen Xia thought about it, and used the same trick again, leaning over and blowing into Lin Fengqi's ear.

Lin Fengqi almost jumped up, but at the same time, he took down his hand covering his face, revealing a face that was red and almost dripping blood and slightly wet eyes. He looked at Wen Xia in panic, not knowing where to put his hands and feet. In the end, he could only support himself on the edge of the seat with one hand and grab the back of the chair with the other.

"Your reaction is different from what I expected," Wen Xia said, "No matter how not angry, you should be a little unhappy, right?" "

...Why?" Lin Fengqi asked with difficulty, his voice lacking confidence.

"Why? I peeked at your diary."

Lin Fengqi licked his lips and said, "But... you didn't mean it."

"Do you believe me when I say I didn't mean it? What if I lied to you," Wen Xia said, "What if I deliberately went through your things when you were not at home?"

Lin Fengqi stammered something.

"What did you say?" Wen Xia didn't hear clearly and leaned closer. Lin Fengqi clutched the back of his chair nervously, his Adam's

apple rolling, and said, "It's okay if you deliberately looked through it."

Wen Xia was stunned. Lin Fengqi's eyes fell back on his face, and he said softly, "You can look through all my things at will." Everyone has their own bottom line and principles. But for Wen Xia, Lin Fengqi has no bottom line. ——So half an hour later. Lin Fengqi grabbed the door frame with one hand, and his face, which had always remained calm in the face of a mountain collapse, actually showed an expression of despair, and begged, "Wen Xia..." It seemed that he was about to cry again. "You said it yourself, I can look through all your things at will," Wen Xia dragged his arm into the room, "I've seen it once anyway, the first time is unfamiliar, the second time is familiar." "Look, I'll go cut some fruit for you..." "Who can eat fruit after just having a full meal?" Wen Xia simply put on the airs of a young master, "No matter what, just come with me to look." "..." Seeing that Lin Fengqi was so aggrieved that his mouth was slightly shriveled, Wen Xia suddenly let go of his hand. The force pulling him suddenly disappeared, and Lin Fengqi was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, Wen Xia suddenly moved closer and kissed his face. Lin Fengqi: "!" At that moment, Lin Fengqi's breathing stopped. This kiss was like coaxing a child. After Wen Xia kissed him, she leaned against his forehead and softened her voice: "Classmate, can we read together?" Lin Fengqi's brain, which had been hit hard since yesterday, was now light and fluttery. Not to mention reading the diary together, he would even eat the diary on the spot. Wen Xia successfully pulled the fluttering Lin Fengqi into the room. Since the two of them confirmed their relationship, Lin Fengqi has never slept in this second bedroom, but except for some commonly worn clothes, the things in the second bedroom have not been moved to the master bedroom, but remain in their original positions - including the books on the bookshelf and Lin Fengqi's desk computer for office. Sometimes he would go home to work overtime. The books on the bookshelf were rearranged again. Wen Xia found the familiar diary from last time and asked Lin Fengqi: "Do you have other diaries?" Lin Fengqi silently took out the other two. "So many?" "...I started writing in elementary school," Lin Fengqi said, "They are all here." The owner of the diary is so generous, so there is no reason for Wen Xia not to start reading from elementary school. Lin Fengqi learned to write a diary because of the homework assigned by the school. When he said that, Wen Xia remembered that when he was in elementary school, his class teacher also assigned a diary for a period of time. At that time, the diary was written as a homework. He didn't like this kind of homework, so eight out of ten entries in the diary were made up. The paper of the elementary school diary has turned yellow. Children are exposed to pencils in their early years. The handwriting he wrote when he was a child is not very beautiful, but it can be said to be quite neat for children of that age. The diary begins with this sentence: "This diary is exclusively for Lin Fengqi!" Wen Xia looked at the people around him. The diary owner beside him blushed as he looked at the words. He raised his hand and pinched his earlobe and said, "This is to... not confuse it with homework." Like Wen Xia, Lin Fengqi didn't like the diary homework assigned by the teacher. But he liked the process of writing a diary. It was like a conversation with himself. All the words he didn't want to tell others or couldn't say could be poured out in the diary. Homework is different. Homework must be handed in and others can see it. So he has two diaries, one for the surface to show to the teacher, and one for his own "private". Lin Fengqi would write almost everything in elementary school. The diary was full of content. He would write down even the small events in life, such as seeing a butterfly on the roadside, seeing ants moving, and an old man giving up his seat on the bus. That is the child's natural perception and curiosity about the world. In his eyes, these things that can be seen everywhere are so beautiful. But that's not all. After turning over another page and reading only two lines, Wen Xia's smile disappeared and he frowned. Lin Fengqi's heart tightened, and he held back his shame and took the initiative to reach out and wanted to turn a few pages back: "You don't have to... read these." Wen Xia slapped him to stop him from turning. "I want to read." Wen Xia said. Lin Fengqi frowned slightly and coaxed him: "Don't read them, there's nothing good to see." "Hand," Wen Xia's voice was slightly deep, "Take it away." "..." Lin Fengqi slowly withdrew his hand. From this section of the diary, Lin Fengqi's diary began to become a concise record in small sections. If the previous ones were all sunny, then starting from this section, gloomy showers gradually fell——

Year-to-date, sunny I

don’t want to go to school.

Why does a week seem so long?

Year-to-date, sunny

This week, the teacher let us form groups freely, and no one joined me.

Year-to-date, sunny

The teacher put me together with another boy who couldn’t find a partner. But I don’t like him.

He threw my pencil case into the trash can last time.

Year-to-date, sunny

I complained to the teacher this morning, and the teacher called them in and scolded them. In the afternoon, I found two live caterpillars in the drawer.

Why are they sunny recently? I hate sunny days.

…

A little boy who was excluded simply recorded his loneliness day after day in his diary.

Wen Xia pursed his lips tightly and turned the pages one after another until his chin was lifted by a hand and a gentle kiss fell, pecking his lips, lip corners, nose tip and eyes one after another.

Lin Fengqi whispered to comfort him: "Don't be angry... It's over."

Wen Xia still felt very angry, angry and distressed. He put down the diary temporarily, raised his hands to hold Lin Fengqi's neck, pressed the back of his head and kissed him hard: "If you were in the same elementary school as me, and there was no problem with the teachers, I would beat them up and make them cry for their parents."

Lin Fengqi stepped back a little, took a breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "...then your parents will be called."

"What's there to be afraid of? Call them if you want," Wen Xia said fiercely, "At worst, I will beat their parents as well."

"They are all adults..." Lin Fengqi's thoughts were led away by him, "You can't beat them."

"What's wrong with the adults? Do they dare to try to lay hands on me?"

"..." Isn't this a naughty child.

Lin Fengqi suddenly laughed.

That smile can be called cheerful. Wen Xia has never seen him laugh so happily. He was stunned for a moment, and the resentment in his heart was like a balloon that suddenly burst, and he fell down with a "puff".

"…What are you laughing at?" He muttered, his ears burning. "I'm just helping you vent your anger."

Lin Fengqi hugged him by the waist, his voice muffled in his shoulder: "If possible…I really wish that the person who grew up with you was me."

Wen Xia's heart softened, and he put his chin on Lin Fengqi's shoulder and said, "Then why don't you work harder and develop the time machine as soon as possible. When I go back to my childhood, I will definitely go to beat the bad guys for you as soon as possible."

Lin Fengqi shook his head, and his hair rubbed against his neck, itching. He said, "I will find you."

From pencil to fountain pen, and then to water-based pen, Lin Fengqi's handwriting became more and more neat and sharp, and his sharpness was revealed, just like the weak little boy gradually growing into a handsome young man.

Growth is accompanied by pain. He wrote in his diary more frequently during the period of family change. Although he was only a teenager, he and his father supported the family. All the words that would add burden to his father were dumped in the diary. Wen Xia needed to stop and adjust his mood several times. Whenever this happened, Lin Fengqi would hug him and rub his head against his.

It was as if he was telling him that it was okay and it was all over. The

pain he had experienced was washed away by the good medicine of time.

There were also interesting things in it, such as - on

a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, it

was drizzling A boy confessed to me... I never thought that I would encounter such a thing. What should I do?

I'm not sure if I like boys.

Judging from the time, this happened when Lin Fengqi was about to take the high school entrance exam in the third grade of junior high school.

Seeing this, Wen Xia remembered an incident. When he was in high school, he asked Lin Fengqi whether he liked boys, but Lin Fengqi did not answer him at that time.

Seeing that Wen Xia stopped at this page and did not turn it over, Lin Fengqi was nervous for a moment and said, "I didn't agree to him at that time."

Wen Xia came back to his senses and was stunned for a second before realizing that he was explaining. Suddenly, he teased him and asked him, "Then how did you reject him at that time?" He really didn't believe that Lin Fengqi could say anything nice.

Sure enough, Lin Fengqi froze for a moment and stammered, "I said... the duty of a student should be to study hard. We are still young, and it is not the time to think about these things..."

You are worthy of it.

Wen Xia silently sympathized with the boy in his heart.

"So did you like boys at that time?" Wen Xia asked again, "When I asked you this question later, you didn't answer me."

"At that time... I didn't know how to answer."

"Why?"

Lin Fengqi frowned slightly, a little distressed: "I have never thought about these. You asked me if I like boys, I can't answer... because I only like you."