let me smell the pheromones

"It's worth it when you let me sleep once."

Lin Pei said.

"Come on, do you have the guts?"

The boy rolled his eyes and complained about him, "He was drunk at the class party last time, didn't you even dare to give it away?"

"That's different."

"What's the difference?"

"It's different in the first night." Lin Pei squinted his eyes, bit the sweet lollipop into pieces, and smiled in the corner of his lips, "I just want to eat the original flavor, not the sweet one."

"Go away."

The friend laughed and cursed, and threw back the pole he just dropped, "There are three balls left, 100 yuan each, do you want to bet?"

"you sure?"

The candy was finished, but Lin Pei still didn't throw away the little stick, and held it between his lips casually, with a bit of ruffian and slutty, but the white shirt with slightly undone neckline revealed an irresistible innocence.

"Sure!" My friend gritted his teeth, "I must win back the money I lost last time!!"

"Come on, don't cry when you lose."

He stood up lazily, and the moment he looked at the ball, his eyes suddenly became sharp and focused.

He held the pole for a long time, and the young man couldn't help looking at him. The dim light shone on Lin Pei's side face, and there was an unexpected familiarity in that strange expression.

Hole in one.

"Let me just say..."

Lin Pei smiled triumphantly, with the arrogance of a young man on his brows, "I am a genius among geniuses."

·

Song Xun didn't go drinking and playing games at Chen Chao's invitation after school, and he didn't go home. He went to the Imperial International Medical Center alone.

Rich people these days always love to invest money in hospitals, especially National Hospitals.One is that the medical industry is full of oil and water, and the other is that no one can guarantee that they can live to 99 years without any diseases. It is good to leave a back door for yourself.

But Song Xun did not often go to the National Hospital.

He thinks there are too many people and his mouth is mixed.

Although the International Medical Center is crowned with the name of an empire, it is a private hospital in the final analysis, and the advantage is that there are few people and it is quiet.Although the doctor resource is not as good as that of the provincial hospital, many professors and experts have been hired to take part in the class.

Song Xun's cousin Wen Chuan was also one of them.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Chuan had just finished the last minor operation of the day, and before he could take off the surgical gown, he received a call from Song Xun.

When I asked about the situation on the phone, well, I can't make it for dinner.

Wen Chuan ordered a takeaway, and went back to the department to eat while playing with his mobile phone. After a bit of darkness came through the glass window, Song Xun finally opened the door.

"I said," Wen Chuan threw the lunch box into the trash can and wiped his mouth, "you don't go to school all day long, why are you worrying so much? You have to come to me every time, my doctor's fee is very expensive OK?"

As if expecting him to say this, Song Xun put a large box of tiramisu on his table, nodded his chin, "I don't come here a few times a year, shut your mouth."

Cousin smiled, and put away his foolish look just now, "What's the matter recently? Has anything happened?"

Wenchuan University majored in thoracic surgery. When he first followed his instructor on the operating table, he felt sick when he saw flesh, and he resisted holding a scalpel.Later, in order to enlighten himself, he went to take the GPST consultant certificate. The level is not high, but it is enough to be a psychologist.

The schedule of thoracic surgery is tight, and he has no time to work part-time, so he can only treat his little nephew.

Song Xun paused, and then said after a while: "I suspect that my symptoms during the susceptible period have worsened."

Mentioning the word susceptible period, Wen Chuan's smiling face gradually changed.

Song Xun said: "I have auditory hallucinations."

·

Ever since entering high school, Song Xun's susceptible period has been very difficult every time.

Song Xun's mother, Ms. Wen Qiao, also took him to the hospital for a check-up, but nothing was wrong.

In the end, the doctor pushed the glasses and explained that the child had begun to develop, and the boy's restless growth period and susceptibility period were intertwined, so the reaction was particularly large.When you become an adult or marry a daughter-in-law, it will be fine naturally.

Ms. Wen Qiao was still a little anxious at first, but after finding out that he and Lin Pei had a 99% match rate, she was not in a hurry. The old god continued to be her full-time lady, waiting for her son to get married after he went to college.

The future daughter-in-law is beautiful and well-behaved, and her family background is also quite suitable. Ms. Wen Qiao sometimes even wonders if Song Xun stepped on ten blocks of shit when he went to school one morning to match a child with such a good personality.

My son has been a wild monkey since he was a child, and he was extremely noisy. Wen Qiao used to hope to give him a better-behaved brother or sister, but later he stopped expecting it when he got older.

Later, a little sweetheart that was picked up for nothing fell from the sky, and Wen Qiao was knocked unconscious. It was so beautiful.

The marriage went smoothly between the two families, and the only objector was one of the marriage partners, Song Xun.

Being inexplicably arranged for a "blessed marriage" is annoying enough, but this destined couple with 99% matching degree is still in the same grade, same class, and even the same group.

Song Xun could see Lin Pei's indifferent face as soon as he turned his head.

A distance of less than two meters.

He and Lin Pei had expressed their attitudes, but Lin Pei's meaning was quite clear - he listened to his father.

Good students don't even have the courage to say 'no' to their fathers.

Since then, Song Xun's symptoms of susceptibility period have become more and more serious, irritable and depressed, and even began to suffer from long-term migraines. Without painkillers, he was a little unbearable.

He also tried to accept Lin Pei, but the result was disappointing. The 99% matching rate seemed to be a gimmick.Lin Pei is not his medicine, but it will aggravate his condition.

After that, Song Xun began to avoid Lin Pei, and he didn't tell Wen Qiao about his condition. He just came to Wenchuan occasionally to take some tranquilizers and left.

"I have never heard of your case."

Wen Chuan is also an alpha, and has never seen a situation where the matching degree is completely opposite to reality.

"Auditory hallucinations are indeed one of the symptoms of the susceptible period, but you also know the root cause of the susceptible period."

Wen Chuan frowned and said seriously, "In the final analysis, it is due to the desire for the opposite sex and the restlessness of pheromones. Maybe Lin Pei is indeed one of the triggers for your symptoms to aggravate, but I think the situation is not that bad. Generally, alphas will fall into emotions Loss of control, produces manic emotions, and then slowly appears the symptoms of visual and auditory hallucinations."

"Although I don't think you can... But let's do a psychological evaluation later."

Wen Chuan sighed imperceptibly, and then smiled, "Didn't you just say that your intuition is that the kid is lying? Your judgment has always been accurate, so don't worry too much."

Song Xun remembered the scene in the afternoon, but still didn't say anything.

·

After the test report came out, Song Xun didn't take it apart to read it on the spot.

Wen Chuan knew that he had gradually grown up, and Alpha's possessiveness and territorial consciousness had gradually become clear, so after printing it out, he deleted the electronic version of the report in front of Song Xun.

Song Xun frowned slightly, "You don't have to do this, I know you won't read."

"That's my ethics as a doctor."

Finally coming to an end of the day's work, Wen Chuan lazily leaned on the back of his chair, not forgetting to teach his little nephew who was about to grow up, "What do you know now, you haven't even been in a relationship... Okay, get out of here, Let your uncle have a little nightlife."

"You still have a nightlife?"

Song Xun stabbed him, and suddenly remembered something before leaving, "By the way, your previous marriage partner in Biancheng, the last time I saw him, he seemed to be back."

Wen Chuan was continuing the game that went black a long time ago, when he heard this, his fingertips landed on the red fruit cube.

"Do you still have contact with him? How is it now?"

"..."

Wen Chuan straightened up, still lazily, but not as easily as before.

He said lightly: "What do you care about these things."

Song Xun raised his eyebrows, but didn't poke at him directly, "What do you think?"

Wen Chuan pulled his lips and laughed, without saying a word, and said after a long while: "Get lost."

After Song Xun left, Wen Chuan walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked at the busy night scene in front of him, and lit a cigarette after a long time.

Thinking of Song Xun's expression before he left, he snorted mockingly.

A 99% match means there's only a 1% chance they won't fall in love.

This kid is still in the mood to laugh.

·

Song Xun came out of Wenchuan's consulting room, looked up at the sky, it was as dark as ink.

The shadows of the trees on both sides of the road were pitch black, the sound of the driveway came from the long street not far away, and the dim yellow street lights extended along the gray-white road, continuously and endlessly.

Cars passed by Song Xun one after another, and the headlights of the cars hit him, just like the long and short shadows under his feet, fleeting and repeated.

Song Xun put the report into a brown paper bag, rolled it up, and held it roughly in one hand.When he turned the corner, he heard a familiar voice.

"Ah... I just came out of the library."

Under the dim streetlight, Lin Pei casually leaned against an old wall, his face was dripping with sweat, his lips were shining red for some reason.

He turned his face sideways, held the phone between his shoulders, and slowly buttoned the round white buttons while talking.

It seemed that something was said on the phone, Lin Pei smiled, and the words that came out were in Song Xun's familiar tone, "Uncle Zhao, you are too worried. I am not a child."

Lin Pei was talking to his father's secretary.

"I know it's not safe, and I'm ready to go home now. I'm watching the Mathematical Olympiad tonight, so I came out a little later... Mmm, I've eaten, and I still ate the old Chenji fried noodles."

Song Xun frowned.

Today he passed by Old Chen Ji, and clearly saw the closing notice posted on the shutter door by the owner because his mother was ill.

Lin Pei is lying.

And she didn't change her face.

"Yeah, I'll go back right away, about 10 minutes, just..."

Lin Pei put on his clothes and took back his phone again. He caught a glimpse of a shadow out of the corner of his eye, glanced at the corner of his eyes, and was suddenly taken aback.

It's Song Xun.

"I'll be back right away. Okay, thank you Uncle Zhao."

He said a few words in a low voice, hung up the phone, and when he raised his head again, Song Xun had a well-behaved look on his face, "I didn't expect to meet you here."

Song Xun raised his eyebrows, and didn't follow his tricks, but looked at the nearby street signs, "The library... seems to be an hour away from here?"

He took two steps forward, the light enveloped Lin Pei from his back, the crisp windbreaker fabric gently brushed against the white shirt in front of him, with a faint wooden smell of vetiver.

"Good student," his eyes firmly caught Lin Pei, his voice was very low, with an unavoidable oppression, "tell me, where do you read your Olympiad questions?"

The smile on the corner of Lin Pei's mouth is still there, but the muscles have stopped.

The two of them are only separated by a small road, and they can see each other's home decorations when the windows are open.Song Xun probably remembered the way home from school better than he did.

Lin Pei raised his head slowly, Song Xun's shadow gradually reflected in his dark pupils.

"It was my fault."

His tone was very soft and obedient, like a child who made a mistake, but his tone was enough to make one's heart soften.

With his hands in his pockets, Song Xun heard him say slowly, "It was still early when I came out of the library, it was only six o'clock. When I was about to get home, the administrator suddenly called me and said that I had a I forgot to return this book, and I delayed it for a month, and if it continued, it might affect my library card credit points, so I hurried back to return the book..."

As he spoke, he took out his wallet and spread out the shriveled internal organs for Song Xun to look at.

Song Xun glanced at it, and there were only two or three coins left in it.

There is also a library card with a photo.

It was taken about a few years ago. Through the transparent divider, Song Xun saw the childish Lin Pei with baby fat in the photo.

It is indeed beautiful, with a proud and noble air.

Like a frozen flower.

Lin Pei thought he was looking at the coins, "I've finished returning the books...it's already dark, and I haven't had time to catch the bus."

The library closes at [-]:[-] p.m. Excluding the time spent on the road, Lin Pei ran all the way to return the books, and missed the last bus when he came out. He was afraid that his family would worry, so he told a little lie.

What he said was reasonable.

Song Xun withdrew his visiting gaze and responded coldly, "Really."

Not a question, but not like an affirmative either.

Lin Pei: "Well..."

What he said seemed false and true, and he didn't know whether Song Xun believed it or not.

Lin Pei stood a little uneasy, holding his hands together, looking very cramped.

After a while, Song Xun took the wallet from him.

"I'll walk you home."

He said.

Lin Pei raised his face and let out a dumbfounded ah.

"Isn't there no car?" He seemed to accept what Lin Pei said, and his tone was moderate, "It's not safe for you to walk alone at night."

Night road...?

Lin Pei looked at the festooned and busy streets, and was speechless, but he still said obediently, "Okay, thank you."

Song Xun hummed.

Just as I turned around, the sidewalk turned into a green light.

Song Xun took a step forward, and at the same time, he clearly heard a whisper from behind him, "Little idiot."

He paused slightly, but didn't stop.

"It's so deceiving."

Song Xun turned his head, under the dim light, Lin Pei followed behind him, raised his face, still with that innocent and puzzled expression.

He couldn't help sneering.