little turtle in pocket

Year 13 AD.It was very late, and the east corner of the [-]th floor of the JM Building, a landmark building in the new urban area, was still brightly lit.

Fang Kexu felt that what he hated the most in his life was this taciturn guy in front of him.Don't look at him nodding to himself hypocritically, but in fact he doesn't pay attention to people at all.For this kid, the sound engineer is just a part of the recording equipment in the studio. Every time there is a request, he will say "what's the matter, please."

What the fuck are you!People have names and surnames, and you have been here three times, so you can't bother to write down their names!

Every time he thinks of this, Kexu wished he could go up and pinch this kid a few times like Dongxing.It's a pity that I didn't get along with him to such a nonsense level, and I didn't have the familiarity of Dongxing.

Teacher Yuan has a delicate heart, as if he guessed what Kexu was thinking, he said with a smile: "Xiao Fang worked hard again tonight, Xiao Wen, why don't you hurry up and thank you!"

The boy was obedient, and he made a 180-degree bow with a "snap", his whole body was like a jackknife, and even the backpack almost fell off his neck.

Ke Xu snorted, looked at Teacher Yuan and Dong Xing who had raised their legs and walked towards the recording studio, wanted to follow, but felt that it was not good to leave that kid behind, so he stretched out his hand to hold him up.

He is so tall, and his appearance doesn't look a little powdery, but the place where the palms touch is soft and moist. It is a delicate touch that only three-year-old children or adolescent girls have. I can't help feeling ashamed.Maybe he's the type who has better skin on parts of his body than what's exposed.I wonder what kind of skin will be on his chest and thighs?

Hey, what am I thinking about!Kexu was secretly startled, subconsciously threw away his hand, and ordered as sternly as possible: "Go in."

As the first generation idol singer, after retiring, he became a shareholder of one of the largest record companies in the world. He helped his younger generation to create countless stars. Yuan Ruoxi has already become a legend in the music industry.

But after getting in touch with him, I realized that this worldly expert who doesn't like being called "Mr. Yuan" and always calls him "teacher" is really just a big boy.

For example, right now, on a whim, he called Wen Nuo before boarding the plane, and he was the only one who could make a contract and ask someone to sign it right away.

"An EP?"

The child's eyes were dark and round. He looked at the contract and then at the teacher, and then at the teacher and then at the contract. He went back and forth endlessly.

Yuan Ruoxi became impatient, and raised her hand to ruffle the child's head, making the hair that was already frizzy and disorderly even more like a bird's nest: "Hey, hurry up and sign, the teacher has to catch a plane!"

Dongxing kept laughing beside him, like a leaking pressure cooker: "Sign it, sign it, are you still afraid that Teacher Yuan will sell you?"

Wen Nuo wiped the tip of his nose with the back of his hand: "But ----- too soon? Even your band hasn't been out yet---"

The pressure cooker turned black in a flash, and it was in danger of exploding: "Who said we never went out?"

Teacher Yuan coughed dryly: "Actually, Dongxing, you did well on that record back then, but it's not your fault that the songs didn't spread well."

Only then did Wen Nuo realize that he had said the wrong thing, stuck out his tongue, and didn't speak again.

A voice came from the door: "Teacher Yuan, it's almost time."

"Yeah, got it." Yuan Ruoxi handed Wen Nuo a fountain pen, "Let's sign it."

"But I haven't discussed it with my family—"

Wen Nuo paused in the middle of his words, who should he discuss with?Uncle must have agreed wholeheartedly, using his catchphrase, "Heroes are sad about money".And Wu Ming—the cell phone on the table was so dazzlingly quiet at the moment.

This kid's hands are really white and his fingers are really long, but they are too big.Ke Xu recalled the touch just now, and didn't realize that he and Teacher Yuan who was watching Wen Nuo's signature were the same as Dong Xing, showing the gratified smile of getting what he wanted.

"Very good, very good!" Yuan Ruoxi put away a contract and stuffed it into his breast pocket, and blew out the door like a whirlwind, telling him without turning his head, "Start work tonight, eastbound, keep an eye on it, and turn back." I'll call you again when I arrive in Los Angeles!"

"Teacher, go slowly, thank you teacher!" The jackknife-like body returned to its original state, and Wen Nuo tightly clutched the cold metal object in his hand, but the object remained motionless.

Walking out of the doorway of the building, Wen Nuo silently shivered from the cold air blowing towards his face.

Dongxing who followed behind asked softly: "You really don't need me to take you back?"

Wen Nuo shook his head: "It's okay, I know Lu. You should rest early if you have a cold."

The street lights on the street shone over, and framed the black figure with a golden red border.In the hazy halo, the silhouette was clear and picturesque, with a sense of unreality that seemed to disappear at any time.

Dongxing coughed twice, covered his mouth and said vaguely: "Okay then, be careful yourself."

Wen Nuo turned back and smiled: "I'm a big man, I'm poor, what should I be careful about if I don't have money or sex?"

I didn't need to look in the mirror to go east and knew that my blood was rushing to my face. I was secretly glad that the light was not good, and I said haha: "Hey, that might be, be careful to meet a female pervert!"

"Well, then I have to walk slowly, don't let the pervert miss the target!"

The seriousness of Jiowa's face is completely inversely proportional to the absurdity of what he said, and Dongxing couldn't help but pinch him again: "Stop talking nonsense, you don't have to worry about turning around, you brother Ming knows, I'll lock you up and won't see you people!"

When someone Wu was mentioned inadvertently, both of them felt a shudder in their hearts.After a pause, Dongxing continued, "He didn't know about the photo last time, did he?"

Wen Nuo wiped his face: "If you don't tell it, no one will know."

Dongxing's tone was unusually old-fashioned: "I'm not talking about you, this should not have been done in the first place. If you hadn't come up with such a trick, the lunatic movie fans would not have come out to hurt people. Fortunately, Jin Chengshen blocked the disaster for you. "

"Maybe, I deserved the knife."

"What nonsense?" Dongxing was taken aback suddenly, looking up at the pale face in the darkness, but couldn't see his expression clearly, "How can you think like this? No one should be hurt."

Wen Nuo took a step back, avoiding the consoling hand extended by the other party, smiled and bowed slightly: "I really have to go, otherwise I won't be able to catch the last subway. Thank you."

What I thought at the time is blurred now.There is no medicine for regret in the world, and Wen Nuo doubts whether his decision can be changed even if time goes back.

A long time ago, Wen Nuo understood that once he made up his mind, he would not look back until he hit the south wall.

Such a stubborn boy was once admired by Wu Ming, but time has changed, and what was originally cute has become an annoying shortcoming.What changes is not the person, but the heart of the lover.

One of the purposes of deliberately disclosing certain information is to test that gentle and restrained person.And the cell phone that has been silent until now tells Wen Nuo that the answer is no.

It's just Jin Chengshen---why did he do this?With his family background, appearance, personality and fame, what kind of love partner do you want?If you just covet freshness for a while, the price you pay is too high.

What Jin Chengshen said when we first met replayed in my mind again: "As long as I can remember, I have been dreaming of a person."

The child walked slowly along the street towards the subway station on two long legs, thinking about things along the way.

The noise of the Subaru Forester is indeed relatively low among SUVs. This can be verified from the extent to which the latter was frightened after the car stopped less than one meter away from Wen Nuo.

The window of the car was lowered silently, revealing a face that looked seven parts like a handsome guy and three parts like a bandit, smiling with crooked eyebrows: "Get in the car, Xiao Nuo."

Wen Nuo tightly clutched the backpack shoulder strap: "How do you know I'm here?"

A pretty face appeared next to the handsome bandit: "Because of your brother, I am so smart! I can guess that you are here!"

"Don't listen to his nonsense." A third face appeared on the rear window, completely ignoring You Wei's weird look, and greeted calmly, "Get in the car, Xiao Nuo, it's cold outside."

"uncle------"

Can't tell whether he was moved or disappointed, Wen Nuo lowered his head and got into the car.

Qian Zhenzhi closed the car door for him, fell back on the seat, looked at Wen Nuo, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

You Wei is quitting smoking again recently. He threw a quit candy into his mouth and chewed it loudly: "Isn't it because Wu Ming didn't contact you? Is it necessary to be so depressed?"

Seeing Wen Nuo staring at the back of You Wei's head with smoke, Dao Qian coughed: "Actually, Wu Ming asked us to pick you up. He just got an announcement and rushed to the capital."

You Wei has eyes on the back of his head, and raised a hand to swear: "Don't ask me, I don't know why he didn't contact you directly."

The bearded man let out a long sigh, which was called a deep pain.

Zheng Kai, who had been driving in silence all this time, suddenly said, "Otherwise, Xiao Nuo, you'll just follow our brother Wei, no better than that eccentric guy who is dead and boring—" Before he could finish speaking, You Wei grabbed his neck and gave a pause Pinching, the car body drew an S shape, which made the uncle and nephew in the back row break out in cold sweat.

When you are loved, you just feel that everything is normal and everything is taken for granted.Only when you lose it will you realize how pampered and loved you used to be.

After thinking for a long time, Wen Nuo decided to apologize to Wu Ming.No matter how proud a person is, there are times when he has to bow his head in front of love.

Wu Ming's mobile phone does not have a ring tone.The monotonous beeping sound seemed to come from a very distant time and space.Wen Nuo wiped the sweat from his palms on his knees, feeling his whole head buzzing.

Finally, the signal went through.The voice was gentle and clear as usual: "Hello?"

Wen Nuo took a deep breath, and even he could hear the breath blowing on the microphone clearly.

"Xiao Nuo?"

There was a bit of deliberate indifference in the voice over there.

The tears that were never willing to fall in front of others finally burst: "Brother, where are you?"

Why did you ignore me for three days?Why are you still talking to me in this tone?

Wu Ming seemed to hear what Wen Nuo was thinking: "Don't be so little Nuo, I've just been busy for the past two days, so I'll talk about it when I come back, okay?"

"Then when will you come back?" the stubborn child asked in a daze.

Such a silly and straightforward question did not suit Wu Ming's taste.

Sure enough, Wu Ming's voice became colder and colder: "I'm not sure, I'll come back when I'm done." Before Wen Nuo could ask again, he answered quickly, "I'm fine, I'll hang up first, and you too rest."

"elder brother--"

A hollow beep came from the microphone, blocking all words that hadn't come out in time.

A line of words was displayed on the screen of the mobile phone: "The call has been interrupted".Wen Nuo looked down, and his voice was as low as a whisper: "—I'm sorry."

Throughout the night, Wen Nuo tossed and turned in a daze, not knowing whether he was asleep or not.For a while, I dreamed that I was still the wild child who did not hurt and no one managed. He pulled all the rows of the valve cores of a bicycle in the car shed downstairs and was caught by a fat. He dreamed of sitting in Wu Ming again. On the backseat of his bicycle, he secretly ate the contents of his picnic bag.

Later, I dreamed that I was running in the snow, looking around in a daze, unable to find the direction, sweating profusely in the freezing weather.

When I woke up, my body was sticky, and the heating in the room had been turned off at some point, and it was freezing cold.Wen Nuo only felt a severe headache, and didn't bother to get up to check. He curled up in bed and pretended to have a dry throat, a cracked lip, and no soreness in his limbs.Enduring and enduring, this body got used to the cold and discomfort, and slowly fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, it was already dawn, and a thunderous voice yelled at the long-awaited glass of water in his dream: "Wen Nuo, didn't you agree to go to the factory to overhaul the machine today, why are you sleeping?" till now?"

Lead has fallen on the eyelids, and I can't lift it no matter what.When Wen Nuo opened his mouth, he was startled by his own voice: "I—"

"If Medirui hadn't called, I wouldn't have known that you were being lazy again—" Qian Dabeard was scolding vigorously, and he was surprised when he heard this, "Xiao Nuo, why is your voice completely hoarse?"

Wen Nuo touched the position of his Adam's apple, and it was as hot as fire. He wanted to speak, but he could only make a whining sound like a small animal.

The bearded man's eyelids twitched, and he reached out to touch the child's ear: "You have a fever!"

The illness was fierce, and when Wennuo's fever subsided and he recovered, half of the pinhole bruises on the back of his hand disappeared, and it was already a week later.

Cheng Shen, who had not recovered from the knife wound, lived with him in the same inpatient building, and it was very convenient to go up and down the seventh and eighth floors.

After a few days of sunny days, the cold wave came, and it began to rain again.

When Cheng Shen pushed open the door of the ward, the silly boy was standing by the window watching the rain.

Hearing the movement, he turned his head, blinked his eyes, and said nothing.

"Are you feeling better today? Are you still dizzy?" Cheng Shen said as he strode into the room and put a rice-warmer in his hand on the bedside table.

"I am fine."

Looking at it from the side, the child's outline became more distinct, and his cheeks became thinner again.Cheng Shenxin said that he was still stubborn, seeing that your jaw can peel carrots, and he greeted: "My nanny has stewed chicken soup again, let's drink it with me."

Big Beard is away from home for ten months a year, and he doesn’t care about anything other than hiring a part-time worker to clean up the kennels. He himself is the kind of person who doesn’t care about instant noodles for three meals a day. All care for his nephew who is hospitalized with pneumonia is limited to coming over every day. Take your finger to measure the temperature.

The forced irrigation project in this part of Chengshen has been going on for a whole week, but unfortunately, it still failed to feed the preoccupied children to fat.

It's strange that this time the child didn't walk to the side of the chicken soup and drool while saying "I don't want it" like the previous few times.

Holding the spoon in his hand, Cheng Shen tried the temperature of the soup, looked up at Wen Nuo who was still standing by the window, and was a little surprised: "What are you still doing there? Come here!"

"Why does it keep raining?"

Jin Daxing could not help but laugh: "So you are still a literary youth! Come and drink the soup, it will be cold later!"

silence.

Cheng sighed deeply, walked to the window, thought for a while, and put his shoulder on the thin and hard shoulder: "Thinking about him again?"

Wen Nuo lowered his head, avoiding Cheng Shen's arm calmly.

"He'll be back tonight."

calm down.Jin Chengshen, you have to stay calm.But for some reason, there seemed to be something blocked in the chest cavity, and my breathing was difficult.

1 minute later.

"That's good, are you going to pick him up?"

Before Cheng Shen could react, the child fell to his knees with a slap, his forehead was touching the window sill, and he could only see his dark brown hair and the back of his fair neck trembling slightly: "I don't know---- --I really don't know how to face him in the future------"

Li Dongxing had already explained everything to Chengshen about taking photos secretly under Wen Nuo's instigation and providing them to tabloid reporters that day.Cheng Shen knew too well the child's nervousness and fear at this time, but he couldn't comfort him.

Because he has no position.

Matters between lovers are so delicate that even the biological parents are inconvenient to talk about it, so it's not his turn to be an "outsider" to talk about it.