Fu Yan looked away uncomfortably when he saw Xiao Xin's red lips so close to his, and lowered his head, his mind wandering, and said, "Yes..."
All he could think of now was Xiao Xin's face; he couldn't remember anything else, and after racking his brains for a long time, he still couldn't come up with anything.
Xiao Xin wasn't in a hurry. She withdrew her gaze from Fu Yan's face and sat back down on the sofa.
He tossed the documents in his hand onto the coffee table and looked at Fu Yan with his arms crossed.
Fu Yan glanced at Xiao Xin, who was sitting upright on the sofa with a serious expression, and lowered his head guiltily.
He actually... doesn't remember anything.
Seeing that Fu Yan hesitated and couldn't answer, Xiao Xin patiently asked again, "Don't you remember?"
Fu Yan nervously rubbed the hem of his clothes with both hands, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded: "Mmm..."
"It's okay. You injured your head, so it's normal for your memory to be impaired."
After saying that, Xiao Xin smiled and reached out to rub Fu Yan's head.
Fu Yan bit her lip and looked up at Xiao Xin. Seeing the gentle smile in Xiao Xin's eyes, she thought she was seeing things.
Xiao Xin noticed his gaze, lowered her eyes to meet his, and her beautiful eyes became even more captivating when she smiled.
Fu Yan looked slightly taken aback, then quickly lowered his head and whispered, "Why...why are you suddenly being so nice to me, brother?"
Xiao Xin smiled and raised an eyebrow: "What, was I bad to you before?"
Fu Yan shook his head: "No, no, my brother used to be very good to me too..."
It just feels a little strange how good things are now.
Since last night, Xiao Xin has been intentionally or unintentionally making small, heart-pounding gestures at him, making him somewhat uneasy.
Xiao Xin seemed to know what he was thinking and handed him the materials: "Is it difficult for you to memorize all of this?"
Fu Yan nodded, looking at Xiao Xin with a sincere expression: "I don't like carrying things on my back."
He subconsciously refused to look at those documents.
I wanted to cheer Xiao Xin up, so I forced myself to read more than ten pages yesterday, but I just couldn't get into it.
"OK."
Xiao Xin gave a helpless smile: "On the day of the banquet, just listen to me and don't make up names."
"Okay, I'll listen to you, brother."
Fu Yan smiled happily, rubbing against Xiao Xin's arm: "Brother is so good..."
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After Fu Yan stopped having to memorize the documents, Xiao Xin had someone install air conditioning in the following days.
With nothing else to do, Xiao Xin pulled Fu Yan along and tidied up a large storage room.
Fu Yan helped Xiao Xin tidy up and casually asked, "Why are you tidying up this room, brother?"
Xiao Xin tidied up the clutter without looking up and said, "This will be your bedroom..."
Fu Yan paused in packing, his enthusiasm vanished instantly, and the smile on his lips disappeared.
"Brother, you really don't like sleeping with me?"
Xiao Xin thought for two seconds before saying, "It's not that I don't like sleeping with you, I just prefer sleeping alone, it's more spacious."
Fu Yan: "..."
Seeing that he suddenly stood there speechless, Xiao Xin quickly explained, "I really just prefer having my own space, don't overthink it..."
Fu Yan: "Okay."
It took the two of them three days to finally clean the room.
Looking at the newly renovated bedroom, Xiao Xin smiled with a sense of accomplishment.
He pointed to the new bedroom and said to Fu Yan, "How is it? Do you like it?"
Fu Yan replied calmly, "I like it."
Xiao Xin saw that he was lying as soon as he saw him looking dejected.
He punched Fu Yan on the shoulder: "Hey kid, your room is bigger than mine, do me the honor of having a smile on your face."
Fu Yan forced a smile.
His smile was forced, and Xiao Xin found it awkward. In the end, she waved her hand helplessly and said, "You're smiling so bitterly, it's better not to smile at all."
Fu Yan obediently stopped smiling, and the smile on his face vanished in an instant.
Seeing that there was still time this week, Xiao Xin took Fu Yan to University A over the weekend, thinking of letting Fu Yan familiarize himself with the environment in advance.
The weekend was sunny and clear. The autumn sun wasn't as scorching as in summer; it had a slightly chilly feel to it.
Xiao Xin drove his car into the school. The security guard recognized him at a glance and greeted him, "Hey, Xiao Xin, back to school?"
Xiao Xin returned his polite smile: "Good morning, Uncle Li. Is it your shift today?"
The security guard glanced at the luxury car he was driving and couldn't help but praise, "Xiao Xin has made something of himself; he's driving a luxury car just two years after graduation."
In his memory, he remembered that Xiao Xin had been receiving poverty relief from the school.
Xiao Xin explained with a smile, "Uncle, you misunderstood. This car belongs to my boss's younger brother."
He pointed to Fu Yan beside him: "Look, the car owner is here."
Fu Yan smiled slightly when he heard him say that: "What's mine is mine, so this car can be mine too."
Xiao Xin's smile froze, and she gave an awkward laugh.
Uncle Li laughed again: "Oh, you call me that so intimately. Well, seeing how well you're doing, I'm relieved. You take your brother around first, I'll go and get busy."
Xiao Xin parked the car and said hello to him.
The campus was quiet and deserted on a weekend morning.
The plane tree leaves on both sides of the sidewalk have almost all turned yellow, and they are falling from the sky one by one.
The ground was covered with fallen leaves, which made a crisp sound when people stepped on them.
Fu Yan looked at the fallen leaves rustling beneath his feet and asked Xiao Xin, "Brother, where is this?"
“My alma mater, your future school,” Xiao Xin said casually.
The morning sun had no warmth, and the air was filled with cold air.
Xiao Xin's nose was red from the cold, and her eyes were also red.
He put his hands in his coat pockets, but the temperature of his palms remained unchanged; he was so cold he wanted to jump up and down.
But even with Fu Yan nearby, he didn't show it very obviously.
Fu Yan looked around at the surrounding buildings and found the school somewhat familiar, but he didn't think much of it. After a few seconds, he turned his gaze back to Xiao Xin's face.
Seeing that Xiao Xin's nose was red, his eyes were wet, and his brows were furrowed in pain, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother, have you remembered something sad again?"
Xiao Xin couldn't take it anymore. She covered her mouth with her hands, breathed on them, rubbed her hands together, and then replied to Fu Yan, "Which eye of yours saw me sad?"
Fu Yan stopped and stood opposite Xiao Xin.
He cupped Xiao Xin's face in his hands, gently stroking the tears welling up in his eyes with his fingertips: "Brother's eyes are all red, what else could it be but sadness?"
With his face cupped by Fu Yan, Xiao Xin felt a little awkward in the position. He pulled Fu Yan's hand away and broke free from those warm hands.
Xiao Xin said, "No, it's just a bit cold."
The sun is practically useless; it only gets a little warm around noon.
Fu Yan felt a chill on his wrist, and when he looked down, he saw that Xiao Xin's fingertips were red from the cold.
Xiao Xin glanced at him indifferently, put his hands in his pockets, and continued walking forward.
Fu Yan reached into Xiao Xin's pocket, and his cold knuckles were instantly enveloped in warmth.
Xiao Xin slowed her pace, looked up at Fu Yan with surprise, and said, "You..."
Fu Yan rubbed his icy knuckles, looked at Xiao Xin and smiled: "Brother's hands are too cold, warm them up for me."
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