let me smell the pheromones

When Song Xun arrived home, Wen Qiao was packing up the leftovers. Lin Pei was pressed on the sofa by her to watch TV. He stood up awkwardly when he heard the noise.

He glanced at Lin Pei and walked to the kitchen, "Is there anything else to eat?"

He lifted the lid of the pot and the rice cooker, good guy, he didn't leave a mouthful of soup for him.

"Aren't you eating outside?" Wen Qiao heard, "I packed the soup in an insulated box. The aunt in Lin Pei's family has recently been injured and rested for a few days. I want him to take it back to his father for supper. .”

Lin Pei hurriedly said, "Actually, my dad..."

"That's fine." Song Xun waved his hand to tell him not to mind, and turned on the phone by himself, "I'll order a takeaway."

Lin Pei is neither sitting nor standing at the moment.

so awkward.

Thinking about Song Xun hearing what happened this afternoon, he felt even more uncomfortable.

Want to run away immediately.

Fortunately, Song Xun didn't mention a word. After a while of silence on the phone, he suddenly asked, "When will your aunt come back?"

"The day after tomorrow... maybe."

Lin Pei replied hesitantly.

Song Xun looked at Wen Qiao, waited for her to put the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, and said in a low voice, "You can have dinner here these days, your father came back so late, it is impossible to wait for him to cook for you .You have a delicate stomach..."

The word 'delicate' is very inappropriate for boys.

But if you add Omega as the first gender, it seems to be much more reasonable.

But Song Xun subconsciously felt that he would not like such a word, so he cut off the sentence abruptly, "Aren't you allergic? The takeaway is heavy, and my mother chooses what you like, and it is healthy."

"If you feel embarrassed seeing me," he paused, "I'll come back later these two days."

After saying this, Lin Pei couldn't sit still anymore.

He whispered, "That's not what I meant."

Song Xun looked at him for a while.

The two of them were sitting on the sofa, and the noisy Wen Qiao suddenly hid in the kitchen and could not come out.

Song Jinghua went back to the study to read the newspaper, the living room was quiet.

Lin Pei was very disturbed, he almost couldn't help standing up, "I'd better go back."

This atmosphere made him feel nervous, at a loss, and even a little flustered.

He didn't want to be alone with Song Xun at a time like this, when he was very vulnerable.

Now there is no one else, and the voice of the heart that does not work at all times comes out again.

Song Xun heard clearly.

He was silent for a moment, then glanced at his watch, "When does your dad leave work?"

In the normal context of this sentence, there was a sense of chasing customers. Song Xun didn't mean that. Lin Pei knew it subconsciously, but he hoped that Song Xun had the same idea, so he hypnotized himself and acquiesced.

He shook his head, "I don't know."

He seldom asked Lin Chengxuan when he was off work, Lin Chengxuan was taciturn, Lin Pei respected him and feared him, father and son seldom had normal chats or conversations.

Song Xun glanced at the time, it was already past nine o'clock...

In his impression, Lin Chengxuan had always been a workaholic. Sometimes he had already taken a shower and was lying on the bed ready to go to sleep, only then did he hear the sound of a car gently stopping outside the window.

He just got off work.

Song Xun didn't want to let Lin Pei go under such circumstances.

"Call him." He nodded his chin, and his eyes fell on Lin Pei's mobile phone. "I need to know his exact time. You can only leave when he comes."

He is also very firm.

Lin Pei knew that he could not get more grace.

Especially Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao grew up completely according to the image of his mother in his heart.

He simply could not refuse.

Lin Pei sat silent for a while.

"But I don't know what to say."

he said blankly.

He was afraid that he would not get an answer, and he was also afraid that his father would blame him.

There are many reasons to blame, such as disturbing his work, or Lin Pei has grown up, why is he still so clingy.Or maybe Lin Chengxuan didn't say anything, but as long as he reveals a little bit...

Lin Pei would be frustrated and unable to accept it.

So Song Xun stretched out his hand, his expression became softer, "Then you call him and I'll ask, is that okay?"

"But……"

What if Lin Chengxuan blamed him for causing trouble to others?

Thinking about it this way, staying here doesn't seem like such an unbearable option.

"Forget it." Lin Pei flinched a little, "He may be very busy, I'll wait here for him to get off work..."

Fortunately, Song Xun didn't force him.

When the takeaway arrived, Song Xun ordered a luxurious eel rice set meal. The store didn't know what the trend was, and the gift turned out to be a vanilla-flavored Menglong.

Song Xun had no preference for sweets, and subconsciously handed it to Lin Pei, "You don't like this taste—"

Halfway through, both of them were stunned.

Lin Pei likes red date bread and strawberry milk.

But he never revealed his favorite flavor of ice cream, and Song Xun didn't know either.

Only a boy when he was a child would smash the piggy bank he had saved for two years, pick out coins one by one from it, and upgrade him to the vanilla-flavored Magnum Dragon for ten yuan.

Song Xun was also surprised.

He didn't even know that Lin Pei would like to eat this kind of food.

He thought he had confused Lin Pei's preferences, and subconsciously apologized, "I'm sorry..."

"Are you so interesting?"

Lin Pei suddenly asked.

Song Xun was stunned, "What?"

Lin Pei repeated, "Is it interesting?"

But this time it is no longer the tone of the interrogative sentence.

He was the one who obviously pretended that he didn't remember anything, that nothing happened. He was the one who tried everything to throw away the past, but it was him who was exposed now.

This time Song Xun finally heard clearly, but it was the same as if he didn't hear clearly.He frowned, "What...?"

What is he pretending not to remember, what is he pretending that nothing happened, what is he talking about?

But Lin Pei was impatient.

"I asked you several times before if you have a chance." His face turned cold instantly, "Song Xun, don't forget that you said it was impossible."

"That shitty thing when I was a kid—"

Lin Pei gritted his teeth: "I have long forgotten."

Song Xun was confused by what he heard, and couldn't explain it. Seeing that he was about to leave, he subconsciously grabbed his hand, "Don't leave, what's the matter..."

Lin Pei flung it away, "I have nothing to say to you!"

He was very strong, and Song Xun's arm was thrown onto the potting stand next to him, sweeping away a row of small ceramic pots.

"Snapped--!!!"

Startled by the sound, Wen Qiao ran out of the kitchen in a hurry, "What's wrong??"

She saw two people who were at war with each other, as well as the soil and plants on the ground.

Lin Pei's hands froze in place.

"I didn't pay attention just now, I accidentally knocked something down." Song Xun took a deep breath, stepped forward and pushed Wen Qiao back, "Go back first, I'll clean it up here."

He didn't completely suppress his tone, Wen Qiao looked at them worriedly, hesitant to speak.But in the end, he didn't get involved and just patted his son's arm.

She gave Lin Pei a relieved smile, and said to Song Xun, "Speak up if you have something to say."

After Wen Qiao left, Song Xun knelt down to pick up the broken porcelain pieces and threw them into a garbage bag.Lin Pei stood aside, pale, and said after a while, "I will compensate you."

"You don't need to pay compensation."

Song Xun was actually a little angry, but when he saw Lin Pei's expression was so bad, his tone softened subconsciously, "These are worthless. Did you hurt your hand?"

"No." Lin Pei was very stubborn, "You send me the price later, and I will pass it to you tomorrow."

After speaking, he walked out the door without saying a word.

"Hey!!"

Song Xun's hands were full of dirt, and he wanted to pull him, but he was afraid of staining his clothes, and he would be disgusted by him again.

He trotted behind Lin Pei, seeing him take out the key and rattle the lock on the door of the house, he was determined to go back, so he had to say: "Your father hasn't come back yet, if you are afraid, open the window of the room Open it and you will see me."

"Stop being sentimental!"

Lin Pei unlocked the door with a cold face, and then slammed Song Xun out with a loud bang.

Song Xun stood outside the door for a long time, and saw the light in the living room come on through the window, guessing that he might be going to the kitchen to boil water for a drink, and guessing that he might be sitting on the sofa with anger at this moment, one by one. Count yourself down.

It's a pity that his ability to read minds is too weak now, so weak that he rarely has the chance to hear Lin Pei's voice.

Otherwise, he would know exactly why Lin Pei was angry.

He looked at the wet soil on his hands, and thought of what Lin Pei said just now, he was in a state of confusion for a moment.

night.

He kept his promise, turned on the lights and windows in the room, and moved a chair to sit in front of the window, making sure that if Lin Pei was in the room, he could see the light coming from his side even after turning off the lights.

It's a pity that Lin Pei didn't come to the window that night.

Seems to be really angry.

But what did he do?

Song Xun couldn't understand it.

He kept watch until 12:30, and when Lin Chengxuan's car gradually drove into the garage, he turned off the lights and fell asleep tiredly.

He heard the sharp sound of rain and wind outside the window, and thunder after thunder fell from the sky, resounding through the sky, and splitting half of the sky.

It's raining.

"It's raining a lot today."

In a daze, he heard a familiar voice.

Wen Qiao sat on the sofa, the wind blowing through the trees outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and it was desolate.

She stood up, closed the window a little tighter, and said: "I know you've been wild these days, and you go out to play every day, but it's raining so hard today, so stay at home obediently, do you hear me?"

Who is she talking to?

Song Xun thought blankly.

But he soon found out.

"I'm not a fool." He felt his mouth open and close, making a crisp, obviously young voice, "Where am I going out in such a heavy rain? Go outside to hide from the rain."

"Brat!" Wen Qiao punched him, "Speak politely to your mother!"

This turned out to be me when I was a child.

Song Xun soon realized that this was his lost memory.

Were you so disobedient when you were young?

He was still a little helpless.

The time in the dream probably passed very slowly. Song Xun watched a few episodes of Mecha animation with his childhood in a daze. Song Jinghua went to work, and Wen Qiao was talking on the phone with his good sister in the room.

He was alone in the living room.

"Jingle bell—"

Suddenly, a shrill phone rang in the corner of the room.

Wen Qiao shouted downstairs, "Xiao Xun! Answer the phone!!"

Song Xun was led by this body uncontrollably. He was not tall at this time, and he had to stand on tiptoe to reach the phone receiver.

"Hello? May I ask who are you?"

There was a thin whimpering sound on the phone, and something else was said.

Like a kitten.

It was scary to the ears of Song Xun who was almost an adult, but he seemed to be used to it when he was a child.

He could even feel the tension at that moment.

"What happened to you?"

The former 'self' comforted softly.

Song Xun suddenly realized that the person on the phone was very important. He desperately approached the microphone, but his soul was imprisoned in his body and he could not break free.

Perhaps because of his dream, he could only faintly hear a few words.

However, this was clearly heard in his ears when he was a teenager.

"But……"

He seemed to say something, and Song Xun suddenly had a splitting headache. It was a very commonly used word, but he lost his language function at this time, and couldn't convert it at all.

He could only roughly realize that the boy decided to go out anyway.

do not go.

Can not Go Out.

However, he couldn't change history. The 12-year-old 'Song Xun' who had just passed his birthday found a raincoat from the shoe cabinet, took an umbrella, wrapped himself tightly, and pushed open the door without hesitation.

cannot--

No, absolutely not to--

Song Xun's eyes were sore and he couldn't see anything. He tried hard to open his eyes, but he could only hear the screeching sound of tires, the sound of wind and rain that covered everything, and thunder that would smash him into hell.

His soul fell down little by little with his body, only the small umbrella was blown far away by the wind.

……

Song Xun turned over and sat up on the bed, dizzy in front of his eyes, panting heavily.

"What's the matter, son?" Wen Qiao sat on the edge of the bed, tightly clenched his arm, with a worried expression on his face, "What nightmare did you have? You sweated so much..."

She wanted to help Song Xun wipe off the cold sweat on her neck, but Song Xun grabbed her hand.

"mom!"

His eyes were blurred, his head was swollen badly, and only a little remnant of memory remained, "Before I got into a car accident, did I take one, one..."

A child's phone.

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly closed and he fell unconscious.