I won't chase you a second time

1.

He Mingxu followed behind without saying a word, and entered the room step by step.

Jiang Wensong put down the wet luggage, took out a few napkins to wipe off the rain outside, and asked while wiping, "How do you know my address?"

There was no answer in the room.

Jiang Wensong wiped it dry hastily, turned to look at He Mingxu, saw that he was in a daze, and reminded him again: "Ask you."

He Mingxu looked at the sticky notes pasted all over the corner of the room, and it took him a long time to answer: "I asked Chen Taotao."

"En." Jiang Wensong naturally saw his gaze, nodded, and walked over to get He Mingxu's other luggage. "Don't look at it, it's nothing to look at, it's like my scratch pad."

Touching He Mingxu's cold hand, Jiang Wensong frowned, "Hurry up and put your things down, go take a shower and change clothes."

He Mingxu finally moved, silently took the luggage from Jiang Wensong's hand, squatted down and began to tidy it up.

Jiang Wensong had no luggage in his hands, and stood by empty-handed. He originally wanted to ask why He Mingxu came, but the moment he opened his mouth, he asked if he had eaten yet.

He Mingxu tidied up quickly, shook his head, and planned to take a bath with the clothes in his hand.

"Then I'll get you something to eat."

Seeing Jiang Wensong walking towards the kitchen, He Mingxu put down the clothes in his hand and followed to the kitchen worriedly, "You know how to cook?"

"No." Jiang Wensong shook his head briskly, opened the refrigerator, "My aunt prepared refrigerated food for me yesterday, just heat it up, it's very simple."

"I brought a lot, and I won't store them for long. If I don't eat them, they will go bad." Jiang Wensong took out fresh-keeping boxes one by one.

He Mingxu watched Jiang Wensong start to heat up, and with a glance, he saw the unpacked medicine box on the table next to him.

Jiang Wensong put the food into the microwave oven and the steaming rack respectively, and turned his head to find He Mingxu in a daze.

He went over to tidy up the medicine box, put it in the drawer below, reached out and took He Mingxu's hand, "Go take a bath."

He Mingxu turned to look at him, hesitant to speak.

"Go take a shower." Jiang Wensong pushed him into the bathroom.

After He Mingxu took a shower, Jiang Wensong just brought the food to the table, and ordered fried chicken for takeaway.

Jiang Wensong looked at the fried chicken and explained: "The food my aunt brought me is too healthy, I need some happiness."

The hot food was wafting steam under the warm yellow light. As soon as the fried chicken box was opened, the aroma instantly filled the whole room domineeringly.

After the two of them finished their meal quietly, Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu, who looked a little tired, and suddenly remembered the problem of the bed.

In fact, the house originally had two bedrooms, but because the other bedroom was not used all year round, Jiang Wensong piled it up as a utility room.

He Mingxu and Jiang Wensong stood at the door of the bedroom, looking at the not-so-big bed.

Jiang Wensong glanced at He Mingxu, "We have to squeeze together tonight."

"Okay." He Mingxu answered quickly.

There were a few big dolls on the bed, Jiang Wensong put the ones that occupied the seats aside, and took a new pillow and pillowcase, as well as a new quilt.

He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong's bedroom, feeling... very childlike.

Jiang Wensong straightened the bed, turned his head and saw He Mingxu's eyes.

The decoration of the apartment was all done by Song Ruimin. Jiang Wensong was afraid that He Mingxu would laugh at his aesthetics, so he hurriedly explained: "Why, my aunt did the decoration, not me."

He Mingxu nodded, his eyes were completely attracted by the things in the window.

In the middle of the cabinet, there is a familiar medal.

He Mingxu looked at it for a while, then walked out of the bedroom. After a while, he walked in with a gold medal, opened the window privately, and placed it firmly in the middle.

Jiang Wensong sat on the bed and looked at him with a smile.

He Mingxu adjusted the position, and then closed the window with satisfaction.

After fiddling with the medals, He Mingxu looked at the post-it notes in Jiang Wensong's room again, and saw the living room all the way from the bedroom.

When he returned to the bedroom again, Jiang Wensong yawned and asked him what to see.

He Mingxu was still watching, "Look at your living habits and trajectory."

"..." Jiang Wensong rubbed his eyes, wondering what's so interesting about it.

When going to bed at night, at first the two of them lay on the bed together, Jiang Wensong still felt a little uncomfortable.

Usually Jiang Wensong slept alone, and the bed space was more than enough, but when two adult men lay together, the bed space seemed very small.

So much so that when he woke up the next day, Jiang Wensong was wrapped in his arms by He Mingxu with an attitude of absolute protection.

Jiang Wensong moved slightly, and He Mingxu seemed to wake up.

He raised his head, at first he only saw He Mingxu's chin, and then he saw He Mingxu lowered his head.

He leaned in and kissed Jiang Wensong, then moved a little away to observe Jiang Wensong's expression.

Jiang Wensong was still dazed, his eyes hadn't focused yet, and he felt that his cheeks, eyes and forehead were being touched lightly by He Mingxu.

He had no choice but to raise his chin, and kissed He Mingxu's chin in a daze.

Tell him he didn't forget.

This kiss seemed to have really comforted He Mingxu, and after a while, He Mingxu hugged him tighter.

Jiang Wensong moved, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

When he woke up the second time, he was awakened by the ringing of his mobile phone. Jiang Wensong sat up abruptly and fumbled for the mobile phone beside the bed.

It was Song Ruimin calling.

"Have you had breakfast? Don't stay in bed all the time, breakfast is very important."

"I'm going on a business trip. Did you hear that you eat on time these few days? Don't always order takeaway, go to the restaurant next to your home to eat."

Jiang Wensong lay down again, put the phone to his ear, and let it play, answering a few times from time to time.

After a while, Song Ruimin hung up the phone.

He Mingxu didn't know when he left the bedroom, Jiang Wensong moved and stretched his hands and feet.

Jiang Wensong was summoned out of the bedroom by the smell of food.

He clearly remembered that almost all the food in the refrigerator had been wiped out yesterday.

Jiang Wensong walked to the kitchen and saw He Mingxu wearing an apron with his back turned to him, as if he was cooking.

Walking a little closer with disbelief, Jiang Wensong looked at the fried eggs in the pan and the noodles in the pan next to him, and asked in surprise, "You know how to cook?!"

"No." He Mingxu flipped the fried egg with a spatula, "following the recipe."

Jiang Wensong turned his head and saw the recipe displayed on the mobile phone next to him.

Although He Mingxu's technique was unfamiliar, he followed the recipe. Although the poached eggs were a little out of shape, the final taste was surprisingly good.

After Jiang Wensong finished sucking the noodles, he looked up at He Mingxu, and then he thought of asking a question: "Aren't your family going to remind you if you don't go back?"

"No rush."

"Oh." Jiang Wensong moved the chopsticks in front of him and glanced at him, "Then you will live with me these few days?"

"Of course." He Mingxu nodded as a matter of course, got up and picked up the two of them's dishes and went to the kitchen.

Jiang Wensong didn't know what he was thinking, it took him a long time to stand up, and awkwardly went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of drink.

Returning to the sofa, Jiang Wensong turned on the TV, and the noisy sound quickly dispelled the silence in the room.

After a while, He Mingxu came out of the kitchen, went to unpack his luggage, and finally came out with a DSLR.

Jiang Wensong didn't notice He Mingxu at first, until the commercials started on TV, then he turned his head and saw He Mingxu playing with a DSLR.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Wensong stretched out his hand, wanting to take the DSLR.

He Mingxu let go of his hand and let him take it, then moved closer to Jiang Wensong.

Jiang Wensong was slightly taken aback when he saw the photos inside, "Me?"

"Well, you in high school, don't you look like a little girl?" He Mingxu flipped through a few more photos.

There are also many photos of the two of them together. At that time, Jiang Wensong's hair was long, his face was small and fair, and he was indeed a bit delicate.

Jiang Wensong didn't speak, and looked at the photo seriously with his head down.

There are many scenes in it, including photos of Jiang Wensong eating, watching movies, drinking milk tea, doing quizzes and playing games.

Flipping through the photos one by one, He Mingxu interrupted each photo without saying a word.

"Drinking milk tea should not be too sweet."

"Can't eat spicy food."

"Watching movies can't watch horror movies, but I can be brave."

He Mingxu seemed to know him better than he imagined.

The photo slowly came to the end, Jiang Wensong captured the details in the photo, and silently began to look back again.

Although it feels like his own dark history, Jiang Wensong still backed up all the photos to the computer.

"There are not many photos of you." Jiang Wensong fiddled with the DSLR.

He Mingxu ignored him, looked at the photo and said to himself, "If you dare to forget again, you will be over."

"If you dare to forget me again."

"I will let you see me first and last every day."

The tone was blatantly threatening, Jiang Wensong turned his head, "Then I will always forget about it."

These words pleased He Mingxu, and his stinky expression unnaturally relaxed.

But after a second, he straightened up again, "Don't forget that, or it will be too troublesome, and I will be chased by you again."

"When did I chase you"

From this, the two people started the question of who should chase who first, and then extended to the question of who should seduce whom first.

Of course, there is no conclusion in the end.

When the doorbell rang, Jiang Wensong was still fiddling with the DSLR. He raised his head in doubt when he heard the doorbell, and walked slowly towards the door.

Seeing Chen Taotao in the surveillance video, he reluctantly opened the door.

Chen Taotao hadn't arrived yet, but the voice had already been heard.

The sound of banging footsteps is not like climbing the stairs but like beating drums. The direct perception is that the beast is coming.

As soon as the door opened, Chen Taotao rushed in like a little monkey.

Jiang Wensong didn't even want to ask her why she came here.

Chen Taotao was not in a hurry to speak, and sat down on the sofa leisurely.

At the same time, the bedroom door clicked, and He Mingxu walked into the living room.

Chen Taotao, who was eating some fruit, turned her head, and when she saw He Mingxu, her eyes opened wide.

Jiang Wensong looked at her expression, "Why are you surprised, didn't you tell him where I live?"

Chen Taotao put down the fruit cautiously, and looked at He Mingxu's obvious home clothes.

That's the end of the question, who knew you two were living together.

2.

He Mingxu pulled his slippers closer, nodded towards Chen Taotao as a greeting, and then went into the kitchen.

Jiang Wensong glanced at Chen Taotao, "Are you here for dinner?"

"Go..." Chen Taotao gritted her teeth, glanced at the kitchen, and lowered her voice again, "Your..."

"Why are you here?" Jiang Wensong asked.

"Then what are you two doing?" Chen Taotao asked in a low voice.

It's very abnormal for He Mingxu to appear at Jiang Wensong's house!

Obviously the two of them didn't intend to answer each other's questions, Chen Taotao glanced at He Mingxu again, and continued to ask her own question, "Could you two be together? What do you mean, cohabitation?"

"Is he crooked? Or are you forcing him? Damn, Jiang Wensong, are you so bad?"

Jiang Wensong waited for Chen Taotao to finish speaking, but did not speak, just looked at Chen Taotao with raised eyebrows.

Chen Taotao didn't look at Jiang Wensong's expression, and continued, "Auntie, do you know, you are caught carefully, Jiang Wensong, you are so bold, take the wild man home."

Jiang Wensong felt that Chen Taotao's choice of words was very problematic, "What a wild man, what's wrong with letting my brother borrow my house for a few days."

"..." Chen Taotao looked at him, then at the kitchen, "What the fuck is that handsome guy doing? Cooking?!"

"He's so handsome and can cook?!"

"You're just here to eat," Jiang Wensong said firmly.

Although Chen Taotao really didn't come to eat, she still stayed for lunch.

Chen Taotao sat at the dining table in disbelief, looked at He Mingxu, and at Jiang Wensong next to him.

Jiang Wensong was not interested in grilling rice. He had enjoyed He Mingxu's loving cooking skills for a few days, and was completely deprived of his freedom to take out food.

After a while, Chen Taotao finally remembered the main purpose of coming today. "Hey, let's find a time to start dancing."

"What dance practice?" Jiang Wensong raised his head.

"Competition, didn't we sign up before, the competition will start soon after school starts."

"Oh, I remembered." Jiang Wensong nodded, feeling even worse, "I don't want to practice dancing."

"I don't want to either, but I want money." Chen Taotao excitedly began to analyze the prize money and prizes of this competition with Jiang Wensong.

"The investor this time is very generous." After Chen Taotao finished speaking, he sent the link to Jiang Wensong.

Attempts to mobilize will with money.

"Hmm..." Jiang Wensong nodded, "Come on!"

Putting down the phone, Jiang Wensong stopped chopsticks after eating half of his meal.

"Not delicious?" He Mingxu asked him.

In fact, there was no special tone, but Jiang Wensong didn't dare to say that it was just not that tasty.

"No, I just can't eat anymore." Jiang Wensong waved his hand.

"Eat some more."

Chen Taotao took a look in the middle.

After a while, Jiang Wensong reluctantly raised his chopsticks.

Because she was too shocked, Chen Taotao lowered her head and tapped her phone to send five or six lines of shit to Jiang Wensong.

Jiang Wensong lowered his head, and looked at the bottom of the five or six lines, there was another sentence.

"Hey, did you have sex? Is it great?"

Maybe others don't know, but Chen Taotao is actually a theoretical car king.

Jiang Wensong sent a thumbs up.

So Chen Taotao hurriedly finished her meal, and went back full of shock and crap.

Don't forget to remind when you leave.

"Don't overdo it. You still need to practice dancing. Don't interfere with my bonus."

Jiang Wensong was too lazy to reply to her.

A while after dinner, Jiang Wensong was taking medicine, and He Mingxu stood beside him and asked him.

"How long do you practice dancing every day?"

"It's almost a whole day." Jiang Wensong took a sip of water.

"Oh." He Mingxu nodded, his tone a little dull.

Jiang Wensong glanced at him, thinking about the chances of ordering takeaway in the dance studio.

Originally, Jiang Wensong wanted to take He Mingxu to visit nearby tourist attractions these few days, but He Mingxu expressed that he was not interested at all and just wanted to stay at home.

At the beginning, Jiang Wensong was also happy and relaxed, and stayed at home every day. It was not until a few days later that he gradually felt the true meaning of beauty from distance.

Who would have thought that He Mingxu, who had a resolute appearance, looked like a brown candy.

Especially, especially at night.

Jiang Wensong suspects that he has other plans for moving in.

Of course, if the culprit is He Mingxu, then the helper is the little bed in his bedroom.

"I said, we are very hot like this." Jiang Wensong was held in He Mingxu's arms, held back for a long time, and finally couldn't help saying.

"It's winter now."

"The heating is turned on in the room." Jiang Wensong struggled a bit, wanting to sleep beside him.

The harder He Mingxu tried, the more he struggled, as if he was competing.

After a while, He Mingxu suddenly apologized, "I'm sorry."

Then Jiang Wensong felt that something pushed his lower back.

Jiang Wensong, who had experience once, was taken aback, turned around and scolded him for living in his house and plotting against the landlord.

"Yeah." He Mingxu still hugged him, and he didn't refute at all. It could be said that he was extremely cheeky. Then, his warm lips fell on the back of Jiang Wensong's neck.

"I still have to practice dancing." Unexpectedly, Chen Taotao really hit the mark, Jiang Wensong tried to shrink his neck, trying to avoid the attack of this hungry wolf.

He Mingxu didn't speak, and stretched out his hand to brush Fojiang Wensong's wet lips.

The other hand wrapped around Jiang Wensong's waist and slid down a few inches.

Jiang Wensong froze, blushing and bit He Mingxu's finger.

Although he didn't make it to the end, Jiang Wensong still blushed.

Sitting on the bed, Jiang Wensong scolded He Mingxu for doing mediocre things in his pure and virginal room.

He Mingxu apologized obediently, and then said, next time you go to my room, my room is very open.

Jiang Wensong had nothing to say to him.

He Mingxu carried the sheets and quilt cover in a good mood and walked outside, standing in front of the washing machine, ready to wash the sheets and sheets.

After a while, He Mingxu went into the bedroom again with his upper body naked, glanced at Jiang Wensong who was still angry, and tried to comfort him: "Actually, I'm mainly afraid that you will be overwhelmed."

"Get lost!" Jiang Wensong lifted up the doll next to him and threw it at it.

The next day, Jiang Wensong set off for the dance studio early in the morning.

He Mingxu stayed at home alone.

It was almost noon, He Mingxu walked out of the bedroom, and the next second he stood at the door of the bedroom and paused, with his hand still on the doorknob, and met Song Ruimin's eyes who had just entered the hallway.

After a few seconds of reaction, He Mingxu nodded towards Song Ruimin, and introduced himself briefly: "Hello, Auntie, I am Jiang Wensong's friend, He Mingxu."

Song Ruimin looked at He Mingxu, stopped moving, and repeated He Mingxu's name, "He... He Mingxu?"

"Yeah." He Mingxu nodded, wondering: "Do you know me?"

Song Ruimin didn't speak, and swept He Mingxu up and down several times before closing the door, changing his shoes, and putting down the big and small bags in his hands.

"Come and sit here." Song Ruimin sat down at the table and waved to He Mingxu.

Seeing He Mingxu sitting down opposite, Song Ruimin looked at him wordlessly for a while before asking, "Do you live here?"

"Well, I want to travel these few days, so I borrowed Xiao Song's place." He Mingxu replied calmly.

Song Ruimin nodded lightly, played with the cup in his hand, frowned, and asked after a long time, "Are you Wen Song's high school classmate?" At the end, he added: "In Songfeng."

"Hmm." He Mingxu looked at Song Ruimin's expression as if he had a lot to say, and answered her question patiently.

"You contacted him?"

"We are college classmates now."

Song Ruimin paused, "Oh, what a coincidence..."

He Mingxu couldn't figure out what Song Ruimin meant, it always seemed that there was something in his words.

But Song Ruimin didn't explain clearly, and He Mingxu didn't intend to ask clearly.

Song Ruimin asked a few more questions about him and Jiang Wensong, drank a sip of tea, and seemed to be deliberating, "Wen Song's bed is quite small, it must be uncomfortable for you two big boys to be crowded together on the same bed, right? Auntie will book a hotel for you, so that you can have a good rest, and you can have fun after a good rest."

He Mingxu paused, but did not object.

When Jiang Wensong returned home from dancing practice in the evening, what he saw was a strange scene.

Auntie and He Mingxu were sitting on the sofa at each side, watching the chattering TV with serious expressions, but there was a blind date show on the TV.

"..." Jiang Wensong's eyelids twitched, thinking that he must sew up Chen Taotao's mouth tomorrow.

"Baby is back?" Song Ruimin's eyes lit up when he saw Jiang Wensong at the door, "Come on, let's serve dinner. Auntie has packed the food from Yandelou for you. Do you always eat takeaway these days?"

"No," Jiang Wensong shook his head, pointing at He Mingxu, "he cooks."

"Oh..." Song Ruimin looked at He Mingxu in surprise.

"Auntie, why are you here?" Jiang Wensong also sneaked a glance at He Mingxu, a little uncertain about the situation.

"The business trip is over, I'm definitely coming." Song Ruimin reheated the packed things.

The three of them sat down at the dining table, Song Ruimin's eyes turned a few times between the two of them, and he asked He Mingxu with a smile, "Student He, you are so tall and handsome, do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"It's time to talk, you're already in college, baby, you can start too, look at Taotao, she found her boyfriend in high school."

Jiang Wensong nodded perfunctorily, thinking that I found it in high school too.

Song Ruimin looked at the expressions of the two, sighed softly, and went to the kitchen to bring out the food.

After dinner, Song Ruimin said to Jiang Wensong, "Your classmate came to play with us from a long distance, and you are so kind as to let him share a bed with you. How uncomfortable, my aunt congratulates classmate to book a bed later." Comfortable hotel."

"Come on, Xiaohe, pack up and let's go?" Song Ruimin didn't intend to ask Jiang Wensong's opinion, so he turned around and greeted He Mingxu.

He Mingxu and Jiang Wensong looked at each other.

"Alright Auntie, I'm sorry." He Mingxu nodded and entered the bedroom.

Seeing He Mingxu entered the bedroom, Song Ruimin walked to the sofa and sat down. His smile also subsided, and he glanced at Jiang Wensong who was standing beside him.

Jiang Wensong saw the way Song Ruimin was looking at him, stopped walking towards the bedroom, and asked her what was wrong.

Song Ruimin shook his head and didn't speak until He Mingxu packed his things and came out.

The three of them set off to a nearby hotel together.

3.

Song Ruimin drove He Mingxu and Jiang Wensong to a nearby new hotel.

The hotel is very big and gorgeous, and the night view is also amazing. Jiang Wensong entered the room, and even for a moment, he really wanted to sleep in such a room for a night.

But my aunt didn't let him stay here for long, saying that he wanted He Mingxu to have a good rest, and then took Jiang Wensong back home again.

It was very silent along the way, Jiang Wensong followed Song Ruimin into the elevator, wondering why she had to go back home again.

After entering the room, Song Ruimin's expression was still not very good, and he sat on the sofa and patted the empty seat next to him.

"What's wrong with you, auntie?" Jiang Wensong sat down, feeling a little apprehensive.

Song Ruimin stared at the tea table in front of him in a daze, and didn't speak, just remained silent for a long time.

Jiang Wensong watched her as if sitting on pins and needles.

After a long time, Song Ruimin sighed tediously, as if giving up, raised his head and said to Jiang Wensong, "Forget it, you should have a good rest."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Wensong looked at her expression.

"It's all right, I bought some fruit and milk for you in the refrigerator, remember to eat more every day, and you must remember to take medicine, we will go to the hospital together next week, remember, then I will go first."

"Okay... goodbye, auntie." Seeing that she didn't want to say anything, Jiang Wensong stopped asking.

Song Ruimin got up and went out. Jiang Wensong stood there thinking for a while, but turned around and saw the car keys scattered on the sofa.

Hurriedly going downstairs with the car keys in his pocket, he saw my aunt standing under a street light not far away who was on the phone, and her trotting pace gradually slowed down.

"Didn't I give you money, Jiang Yuantao, don't go too far!"

"You again and again, again and again! Did I warn you not to disturb Wen Song!"

"Next time next time next time! How many times have you had a next time!"

"Okay, don't talk about it. You can settle this matter yourself. I'm not your ATM. Also, if I find out that you bother Wen Song again, don't expect me to give you money again. "

Jiang Wensong was standing not far away, and in the quiet night, the conversation between the two of them on their mobile phones could be clearly heard.

Song Ruimin was seldom angry, at least in front of him, he rarely saw his aunt so angry.

He could even hear Jiang Yuantao's rebuttal and bargaining.

Jiang Wensong listened for a while, then turned and went upstairs again.

After sitting in the room for a while, he heard Song Ruimin coming upstairs again.

"Is the baby asleep? Auntie forgot to take the key, she's so sloppy..." Song Ruimin opened the door with a smile and asked softly.

"Didn't sleep." Jiang Wensong held the remote control, pretended to look around, and handed Song Ruimin the key in the corner of the sofa.

"It turned out to be on the sofa, so you go to bed early, I'm really going back, good night."

"OK, good night."

The door was closed again.

There was an instant silence in the room, not even the loud noise of the TV could cover it up.

Jiang Wensong felt that his aunt probably hid something from him, and also felt that Jiang Yuantao caused him some pain.

He was lost in his own thoughts until the ringing of his phone broke his chaotic thoughts.

"Are you asleep?" He Mingxu's deep voice came from the other end of the phone.

"No."

He Mingxu seemed to recognize Jiang Wensong's uninterested voice, and asked him what's wrong.

Jiang Wensong thought for a while, "I can't say, maybe people will become a little sad in the middle of the night."

"With me here, you won't be lonely."

"Wait a minute, it's sorrow, not loneliness."

"Let's watch a video? Let me relieve your loneliness."

Jiang Wensong felt that he meant something.

"Thank you, no need." Jiang Wensong hung up the phone expressionlessly.

A second later, He Mingxu called again.

"You dare to hang up my phone?"

"Yeah." Jiang Wensong deliberately teased him, and nodded perfunctorily.

He Mingxu suspected that his good looks might have lost most of his lethality to Jiang Wensong.

Although they bickered for a while, in the end, the two of them slowly fell asleep listening to each other's breathing from the mobile phone.

In the afternoon of the next day, He Mingxu received a call from Song Ruimin, saying that he had something to ask for, and they agreed to meet at the coffee shop near the hotel at one o'clock in the afternoon.

According to Song Ruimin's hesitant behavior towards him yesterday, He Mingxu didn't find it strange, and arrived at the coffee shop on time after agreeing.

Song Ruimin was already sitting in his seat, and when he saw He Mingxu, he waved lightly at him.

"Hello, Auntie." He Mingxu sat down and nodded towards Song Ruimin.

"Well, order what you want to drink."

He Mingxu nodded and took the menu.

After ordering, Song Ruimin looked at He Mingxu, took a deep breath, and asked vigorously, "You and Wen Song..."

"We were a couple in high school, right?"

He Mingxu really didn't expect Song Ruimin to know about his relationship with Jiang Wensong in high school, so he was silent for a while before nodding.

Seeing him nodding, Song Ruimin fell silent, took a sip of coffee, and continued, "Did you know that Wen Song has amnesia?"

"Ah."

"Then you should also know that he can't remember the past, right?"

"He remembers some when he's with me."

Song Ruimin smiled, then shook his head slowly, "To be honest, I don't want him to recall that memory, it was a bad memory. Bullying, debt collection, beatings and car accidents all happened in that period. Time. I don't want him to remember."

He Mingxu listened quietly, looking down at the steaming coffee cup in front of him.

He and Jiang Wensong were really together in the second semester of the first year of high school.

As for Jiang Wensong in the first semester of high school, it was indeed the hardest time.

Song Ruimin continued: "You said you were helping him remember, so do you think it was the memory you forcibly told him or the memory he recalled on his own initiative?"

"In short, I hope that you can stop being in the same relationship as in high school."

"I think Wen Song's current state is just right, and I don't want any exceptions to break his current state. He has worked very hard to live like this."

In fact, the dialogue between the two ended in the end, and there was no result.

After Song Ruimin said what he wanted to say, he didn't intend to know He Mingxu's thoughts, and walked out of the coffee shop after paying the bill.

Sitting in the coffee shop, He Mingxu had to admit that what Song Ruimin said really hit him hard.

He calculated the details of the university since he saw Jiang Wensong again, trying to prove that it was Jiang Wensong who took the initiative to approach him again, not himself.

It seems like this, it seems to be more proof of Jiang Wensong's feelings for him.

Jiang Wensong has been very busy practicing dance these days, and has no time to get tired of being with He Mingxu.

Not long before the start of school, He Mingxu returned to Songfeng.

Jiang Wensong concentrated on dancing and didn't pay attention to it, because school started again in a few days.

After all, he was only a freshman who had studied for one semester, and the freshness of going to school was still there.

Carrying luggage in the dormitory while tidying up and chatting with roommates all afternoon, Jiang Wensong only realized later that he didn't even contact He Mingxu on the first day of school.

Walking directly to the opposite bedroom with his mobile phone in his pocket, Jiang Wensong glanced at He Mingxu's empty bed, looked suspiciously at the late hour, and turned to Wang Haohao, "Haohao, where's He Mingxu?"

"Brother Xu?" Wang Haohao poked his head out of the bed, "Brother Xu has passed school."

"Not staying anymore?!" Jiang Wensong widened his eyes, hearing the news for the first time, "Then where does he live?"

"Well...it seems to be in the new apartment complex opposite, very close." After finishing speaking, Wang Haohao sighed enviously, "It's great, if I have money, I would like to live outside alone, and when do I want to go back?" What time does the dormitory return, sleep as late as you want, make as much noise as you want, do it."

Jiang Wensong paused, then turned on his phone to send a message to He Mingxu.

[Where is your rented house? ]

After a while, He Mingxu sent a message.

[What's wrong? ]

What's the matter? Jiang Wensong frowned, not understanding why He Mingxu didn't tell him.

[explain. ]

After a few seconds, He Mingxu sent the location.

Jiang Wensong just took a mobile phone and went to the newly built community opposite.

The newly built community is indeed very close, just separated by a road.

When he arrived at the place, He Mingxu opened the door. He was only wearing a black vest and was still dripping with sweat, as if he was still tidying up.

Seeing Jiang Wensong, he didn't move, just stood at the door.

Jiang Wensong had no choice but to squeeze into the room sideways by himself, and looked around the room, one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom, the decoration is very simple and new.

"Why didn't you tell me you were renting a house?" Jiang Wensong walked around the house.

"En." He Mingxu responded and started cleaning again, without answering Jiang Wensong's question.

Jiang Wensong sat down on a chair on one side, looked at He Mingxu who was cleaning hard, and felt that he was a little silent today.

"What's wrong with you? Are you confused?"

"No."

He Mingxu didn't even look at him, he was doing his own thing, as if he was not cleaning but clearing mines seriously.

Jiang Wensong looked at the house again, "This room is quite big and clean."

He Mingxu has a lot of things, such as game consoles, desktop computers, notebooks, cameras, and some fitness equipment.

But Jiang Wensong couldn't appreciate it for too long, because it was almost time for the dormitory's access control time.

After the visit, Jiang Wensong found that he seemed to be the same as Wang Haohao, envious of He Mingxu being able to rent a house alone.

Originally, Jiang Wensong planned to go to He Mingxu's house to report from time to time, but after the school officially started and before the competition, he was very busy.

Busy running with Chen Taotao on the way to earn bonuses.

But occasionally Jiang Wensong would play games and eat hot pot in He Mingxu's room before the gate was closed.

He Mingxu never took the initiative to let him go, but every time he went, He Mingxu would never refuse.

The original brown sugar seems to have lost a lot of its stickiness.

Jiang Wensong was not an active person in the first place, but He Mingxu has become so passive recently, the relationship between the two always seems to be harmonious with some distance.

Specifically, there is a lot less close and intimate contact.

On a sunny afternoon, Jiang Wensong returned to school after finishing the competition. He got the prize money contentedly and spent it where it should be spent. After tidying up the dormitory, he carried his schoolbag and two bags. Walk towards the opposite side.

Today's plan is to not return home at night.

Jiang Wensong knocked on He Mingxu's door and waited for the door to open with a smile.

"Hey, Xiao Song!" Gao Cheng's big black face appeared at the door.

Jiang Wensong didn't even have time to take back his smile, it just froze on his face.

"Come in, Xiao Song, I'm playing games with He Mingxu."

"Oh."

When Jiang Wensong entered the room, he saw He Mingxu sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

He Mingxu looked up at him, then turned his attention to the game console.

Jiang Wensong put the bag aside sullenly.

Gao Cheng was very interested in what Jiang Wensong was carrying, and he took a few glances at the schoolbag Jiang Wensong was carrying, "What's wrong, Xiao Song, why did you come to He Mingxu's place to do homework?"

Jiang Wensong was unwilling to answer his jokes.

"You will die if you don't speak?" He Mingxu who was sitting on the side put down his handle and glanced at Gao Cheng.

Gao Cheng raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips with a smile, and picked up the cold beer on the coffee table, "Okay, you have come to the world of two, I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, Gao Cheng walked out the door very readily.

"He lives across the street." He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong.

"Oh." Jiang Wensong nodded, moved a bit, then hesitantly took the bag that was put aside just now, and handed it to He Mingxu.

"Here, here's your gift."

He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong for a while before taking the bag, which contained two pairs of limited edition sneakers.

"One pair of yours and one pair of mine, the colors are different."

Jiang Wensong excitedly began to unpack the box and try on his own