Chapter 72 Lin Feng is in danger



Wen Xia thought, I should record this sentence and play it to my 17-year-old self.

Soon, the diary turned over the junior high school and came to high school again. The familiar handwriting came to his face. It was not long ago, but Wen Xia felt like meeting an old friend.

"I started reading from here last time," Wen Xia pointed at the diary and said, "If I hadn't read the diary, I wouldn't have known that you liked me."

Lin Fengqi didn't say anything, but just hugged him tighter.

But Wen Xia didn't say this to blame him for anything. He just wanted to say, "So, I am quite grateful to Ah Moo."

Lin Fengqi looked puzzled.

"If he hadn't messed up your room that day, I wouldn't have found this diary at all."

Lin Fengqi thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "You're so nice."

"Huh?"

Lin Fengqi said, "If you hadn't helped me clean up, I wouldn't have seen the diary." Wen

Xia looked at him for two seconds, blinked, and suddenly laughed, "How childish we are."

If you have to argue about whose credit it is, it may all be traced back to birth. After all, if there were no Wen Xia and Lin Fengqi in the world, where would these stories come from.

Wen Xia laughed as he watched. Although this was the second time he watched the high school part, the difference this time was that the person in question was by his side, and he would ask the person in question for more detailed thoughts on a whim as he watched. There was a bit of a malicious teasing idea in his mind.

But Lin Fengqi cooperated with him unconditionally.

Diaries are time-sensitive, and so are the emotions recorded in them. Things that once seemed like the sky was about to fall down now seem like nothing more than that. Lin Fengqi has hardly ever looked back at his diaries. Although he has kept every one of them well, he doesn't think there is any point in looking back at the past.

Perhaps it is because there is nothing worth looking back at.

Now Wen Xia is with him, and they walk through the dusty past one by one again. There are laughs, sighs, and more of a sense of relief.

People will have many regrets in their lives, but there are very few that can be truly let go. Most of them are gradually let go as time goes by. That is not reconciliation, it is just a forced forgetting. On

x month x day, 20xx, light rain

I found a kitten with a broken leg in the bushes. It was very pitiful. It didn't look like it was accidentally broken. I don't know if it was man-made.

I bought it a sausage and made a simple cat bed for it, hoping it can survive tonight.

Wen Xia's finger went down along this paragraph, circling several subsequent diary entries. This was when Lin Fengqi first met him. They rescued the same kitten at different times and in different ways.

"Do you remember this kitten with a broken leg?" Wen Xia asked him.

Lin Fengqi nodded.

"I went to the pet hospital and got in touch with the person who adopted it. We have been in contact all these years," Wen Xia said. "It is living well in its new home. It is now an eleven-year-old cat. It is still in good health and eats everything with relish. Although it is a little lame, it does not affect its jumping around at all. Its adopters also moved from a small rental house to a big villa. Later, a cat and a dog were added to the family. Now it is very lively."

Lin Fengqi listened, his expression softened a little, and said, "That's good."

Wen Xia asked him, "Do you want to go see it some other day?"

"Can I?"

"Of course," Wen Xia smiled, "Sister Xiaoyao asked me before, but I thought it was enough to know that it was doing well, there was no need to bother it."

Sister Xiaoyao was the one who adopted the kitten. Wen Xia and Lin Fengqi were two young boys at the time. She had already graduated from college and was six years older than them.

"Is it necessary now?" Lin Fengqi asked.

Wen Xia said, "Yes, of course. I have to thank it, thank it for letting you see me."

At this point, Lin Fengqi suddenly remembered something and asked him, "Then, what about you?"

"Me?"

Lin Fengqi raised a hand and pointed to the date in the diary, saying, "I fell in love with you at this time. What about you? Why do you... like me?" His voice became softer and softer, tinged with a hint of uneasy expectation.

Wen Xia thought about it and it was true.

He knew exactly how Lin Fengqi knew him and how he was moved, but he seemed to have never told Lin Fengqi why he liked him.

Lin Fengqi never traced the source, and quietly accepted everything Wen Xia gave him.

"Do you still remember the midterm exam in the first semester of high school? In the corridor, I accidentally stepped on your foot." Wen Xia flipped the diary back and found that paragraph -

November x, 20xx, sunny

Today I went to see the grade rankings and bumped into Wen Xia. He stepped on my foot, but it didn't hurt. He apologized to me. "Sorry", this is the first sentence he said to me. It's worth remembering.

...

...

Lin Fengqi looked at the few lines he wrote, and his Adam's apple rolled.

"Remember." He said.

How could he not remember something related to Wen Xia. Besides, he saw Wen Xia outside the crowd at that time, and it took him a lot of effort to squeeze into the crowd, just to get closer to Wen Xia. But he didn't expect to be stepped on.

"Maybe, it started from this time. When I saw you, my heart almost stopped beating," Wen Xia looked at him and said, "You don't know how special you are."

In fact, Wen Xia didn't know how he fell in love with Lin Fengqi.

He didn't regard the surprising glimpse in the crowd in the corridor as love at first sight for so many years, but if it wasn't love at first sight, why would he pay so much attention to a person in the days that followed?

Lin Fengqi's attitude towards him was no different.

Maybe this is how the heartbeat of a young man is.

Maybe it's just a rain, a back, a simple exchange, a smile... or an inadvertent glance at each other. When they walked into each other's eyes, they didn't do anything special, but at that moment they were so special in each other's eyes. This heartbeat came suddenly, but it was so pure.

Because of this, it is so unforgettable.

Lin Fengqi asked in a low voice: "Then, later, you were admitted to Class A, was it because of me?"

Wen Xia said: "It's not entirely because of you, but it's definitely because of you."

After flipping through the year and a half of high school unknowingly, Wen Xia finally saw the place where he left off last time——

20xx, x month, x day, sunny

I touched hands with Wen Xia again. I can't let him touch me again. I can't stand it. I'll die.

Is there any way to make him less cute?

Wen Xia clicked his tongue twice: "Look at you, you can't stand just touching hands?"

Lin Fengqi: "..."

Lin Fengqi hugged him, his voice as timid as a mosquito: "That's because..."

"Because of what?"

"You're...young."

"Really?"

Wen Xia suddenly lowered her head and put her ear to his chest.

Two seconds later, she stood up and said with a sly smile: "You're not much better now, deskmate. Why is your heartbeat still so strong?"

Lin Fengqi blushed, looked at him for two seconds, and suddenly leaned over to kiss him.

This kiss caught Wen Xia off guard, and he subconsciously stepped back a little, and the next second, he was grabbed by the back of his head. His breath was quickly swept away by the other party.

The skin touched the cool air, and the next second, the warm touch came up, rubbing and sliding along the waistline, with a slight roughness. He softened and rested on Lin Fengqi's arm. The vague sobs that he couldn't help but make were swallowed by the other party.

When they separated, Wen Xia leaned against the head of the bed, panting to calm his breath, but Lin Fengqi leaned down and followed his example and put his ear against his chest. A few seconds later, he raised his head, the light in his deep eyes mixed with desire, and said hoarsely: "Now we are the same."

Without him saying it, Wen Xia could hear his heartbeat that was about to explode.

The diary fell to the ground because of their quarrel. Wen Xia picked it up, and after calming down, she insisted on pulling him to continue reading.

The closer it is to the college entrance examination, the longer the time span of the diary becomes. There is almost a month between the last two diaries. The last few diaries are like this -

June 8, 20xx, sunny

The college entrance examination is over, and I should have done well.

Wen Xia didn't go to the class dinner tonight. Without him, many things became a little boring. So I went home early.

Maybe, meeting outside the examination room this morning was the last time we met.

June 12, 20xx, cloudy

It turns out that the last time was not the last time we met, but today's graduation ceremony was.

After today, we will no longer have any connection, which is very sad.

I wish him all the best.

... I am still very sad. I don't want to leave him, and I hope I can see him every day in the future.

This is the second to last diary, and the last diary stopped on the day when Lin Fengqi received the admission notice.

20xx, x month x day, sunny to cloudy

The admission notice has arrived.

I heard from the class monitor that Wen Xia was admitted to Z University. It is a very good school, but it is a bit far from the city I want to go to. It's good. Without me, maybe he will be happier.

I hope Wen Xia has a prosperous future.

Wen Xia stroked the slightly sunken handwriting on the paper and said, "Fool."

Lin Fengqi hugged him tightly and repeated sullenly, "Yes, I am a fool."

Wen Xia looked at the blank page at the back: "You didn't write it down again after that?"

"Yes."

After writing here, the diary has not been used up. The book is very thick. When Lin Fengqi bought it, he originally planned to record a long period of time, but he didn't expect that the diary would end here.

Because he was used to recording things related to Wen Xia, when Wen Xia left his life, he felt that writing a diary became a boring thing. In addition, he naively did not want his future life to dilute the traces of Wen Xia's existence.

"Such a good book, it's a pity." Wen Xia said as he turned a few pages back, but Lin Fengqi suddenly reached out and took the diary from him.

As soon as he raised his head, Lin Fengqi came over and bit him, saying, "Now you are by my side, it's not a pity."

Since knowing that Wen Xia had read the diary, Lin Fengqi slowed down and became a little bit arbitrary.

It's like he has no underwear horizontally or vertically, so what is there to be afraid of.

Seeing him packing up the diary, Wen Xia felt something was strange. Before he had time to think about it, Lin Fengqi had already gotten out of bed with three diaries in his hand and said, "You didn't sleep well last night. Do you want to go to bed early today?" It would have been

better if he hadn't said it. Once he said it, Wen Xia really felt a little sleepy.

He yawned and went back to his room to get some clean clothes. When he came out of the bathroom, Lin Fengqi was still in another bathroom. Wen Xia looked for his phone for a while and finally found it on the dining table.

He hadn't looked at his phone all night, and there were a few unread messages. Two of them were sent by Guiqulai -

[Fuck, I've been busy these two days and haven't done any live broadcasts. You're so awesome. You're showing off your love in the live broadcast room]

[What's that? I really don't know if that's your partner, or did you use your partner's account to give me that gift?]

Wen Xia could understand the first one, but the second one was also in Chinese characters, but why couldn't he understand them together?

Wen Xia replied: [What the hell? ]

Walking to the bedroom door, Guiqulai’s reply popped up: [Isn’t that “Xia Xia is so cute, what should I do” your boyfriend? He gave me a gift last time, and I was thinking your fans are too fond of him.]

Wen Yixia: [??? Huh? When did he give you a gift?]

Guiqulai: [? The time you drank fake wine, we played the entertainment game all night]

Wen Xia was still stunned, and Guiqulai quickly sent a message to explain:

Guiqulai: [!!!]

Guiqulai: [Fuck, Lao Xia, don’t get me wrong, I have nothing to do with your boyfriend! ]

But at this moment, Wen Xia didn't care whether he had anything to do with it or not. He frowned and thought about the time mentioned in Guiqulai, and then found that it didn't match.

The time when this account actually appeared didn't match the time used by Lin Fengqi.

The author has something to say:

Mr. Lin, who was taking a shower at this time: I am so brave today (proud.jpg


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