Ten years to feed the dog

Zhang Yiwen felt that he might have angered Yao Liang.

He looked at Yao Liang from the corner of his eye, only to see that the person was very focused on the computer.

It's not a problem for Yao Liang to face the computer. The problem is that he has been facing the computer for almost a week, and he hasn't even said a few words to Zhang Yiwen.

So Zhang Yiwen began to reflect deeply, pondering and pondering, and there was only one contradiction between the two of them, and that was the matter.

Although Zhang Yiwen still made insinuations about who went up and who went down a few times later, Yao Liang's reaction at that time was nothing.

"Don't stare at me, watch TV."

When Yao Liang said this, his eyes were still fixed on the computer, and he didn't even give Zhang Yiwen a look.

Zhang Yiwen was a grievance. Anyway, he was also raised by others since he was a child. Zhang Yiwen didn't know anything about how to coax people. Thinking about how he didn't do anything, why was he cold-warned, and his anger also came up.

In this state of having their own ghosts, the two engaged in a muddle-headed cold war.

"Zhang Yiwen, let me tell you, can you stop putting on a straight face when you ask someone out?"

Wang Xusheng looked at Zhang Yiwen sitting with a stern face, and he couldn't get angry.

"If he hadn't had a cold war with me there, would I have come to you?"

Hearing this, Wang Xusheng exploded.

"What do you mean, you, do you think I don't have a girlfriend?"

"Zheng Qi let you have it?"

"How many times have I said it, my dad just let him watch me and not let me play games."

Zhang Yiwen raised his eyebrows, looking like I couldn't believe it.

Wang Xusheng didn't bother to discuss this topic further with him, so he gave Zhang Yiwen a blank look and changed the subject.

"What did you do to become popular?"

So Zhang Yiwen cut the beginning and the end, concealed some details and told Wang Xusheng the matter.

"You beast, you."

It was still such a familiar sentence, which brought Zhang Yiwen back to his senior year in high school.

"Everyone says no, but you still hint at them all day long, respect you, do you understand?"

Just like when Zhang Yiwen came to ask Wang Xusheng about his relationship in the third year of high school, Wang Xusheng gave Zhang Yiwen another ideological education.

After being educated by Wang Xusheng, Zhang Yiwen felt that his troubles had not been relieved much, and he also wanted to beat someone up.

"Go and coax people to make amends."

When Zhang Yiwen heard Wang Xusheng say this, he seemed to be excited. He patted the table, and Wang Xusheng was still holding the food with him. The chopsticks just touched the food when he was startled by Zhang Yiwen's reaction. The chopsticks were thrown away.

Wang Xusheng stared at Zhang Yiwen, muttering in a low voice whether there was something wrong with this person or not, and Zhang Yiwen's next words directly answered Wang Xusheng's words.

"Okay, I'll order a bunch of sunflowers for him right now."

"sunflower?"

"Yes, that's fresh enough."

Facing Wang Xusheng's bewildered expression, Zhang Yiwen felt at ease, so he walked out as he spoke, leaving Wang Xusheng there by himself, yelling that Zhang Yiwen had no loyalty and valued sex over friends.

Wang Xusheng was so angry that he quickly pulled Zhang Yiwen into the blacklist, but Yao Liang didn't know what kind of shock he was going to face.

It was winter at that time, the night came quickly, and it was almost dark before seven o'clock. Yao Liang entered the house with the cold air all over his body. Once he entered the house, the lights were not as bright as expected, and no one was sitting on the sofa. wait for him.

Yao Liang was stunned in front of the door for a long time before he fumbled to turn on the light and entered the room.

This house is Zhang Yiwen's father's house. Hearing Zhang Yiwen said that his father hasn't come here for a long time, it is considered a vacant house, so Zhang Yiwen asked his father to come and live with Yao Liang for a while.

The house is not big, there is only a small corridor between the living room and the dining room, and the bedroom is on the left side of the corridor, basically the house can be seen clearly at a glance.

On weekdays, when I was with Zhang Yiwen, I still felt that the room was a bit crowded, but tonight, in Yao Liang's eyes, the room was a bit too big.

He put down his schoolbag, put the bag in his hand into the refrigerator, and then walked into the room.

As soon as he opened the door, Yao Liang was stunned.

I saw Zhang Yiwen sitting on the bed, holding a bunch of sunflowers in his hand and a letter in his left hand, looking up at Yao Liang.

Probably because of Zhang Yiwen's intention, the lighting in the whole bedroom is not too bright, it is soft and somewhat dark. Zhang Yiwen's face is immersed in this soft light, half-bright and half-dark.

"Yao Yao, let's stop the cold war, shall we?"

It was only then that Yao Liang realized that Zhang Yiwen played a song with a lot of emotion. It was the English song that Zhang Yiwen listened to him in his third year of high school.

The deep male voice was accompanied by Zhang Yiwen's whisper, and an indescribable romantic atmosphere spread in the room.

Yao Liang asked himself that he was not a romantic person. These days, he ignored Zhang Yiwen because he had to catch up with a paper, and the only way he could think of to make up for it was to buy a bag of Zhang Yiwen’s favorite things. Compared with what Zhang Yiwen did, it seemed a bit too much. dull.

Zhang Yiwen can always make up for what he lacks, just like he can’t cook, but Zhang Yiwen is very good at it; he is relatively stupid, he can’t say romantic words or do romantic things, but Zhang Yiwen has done them all .

Zhang Yiwen scratched the back of his neck as if a little embarrassed, and then sent the letter and flowers in his hand to Yao Liang:

"If you're unhappy because of that stuff, actually I... I can do... the one below."

Yao Liang hadn't recovered from Zhang Yiwen's sudden romantic offensive, and he couldn't understand what he said again.

After a while, Yao Liang finally understood what Zhang Yiwen meant.

"Are you stupid?"

As soon as he realized what Zhang Yiwen was doing to Yao Liang, he laughed, and he was out of breath, which confused Zhang Yiwen.

"I just recently had a thesis to catch up."

This sentence awakened the person in the dream, and Zhang Yiwen vaguely remembered that Yao Liang had told him that he had to catch up with the thesis.

Then he was thinking about it during this time, didn't he look like a resentful woman?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yiwen panicked with embarrassment, and Yao Liang's laughter at the side made him even more ashamed.

Yao Liang fell on the bed laughing, Zhang Yiwen took advantage of the situation, and Yao Liang wiped the tears from the end of his eyes from laughing too much:

"Thinking about it, the one above has to sweat and work hard. I prefer to wait for someone to serve me."

Zhang Yiwen understood Yao Liang's meaning at once this time, and said obedience in the ear of the person with a smile, then bent down and kissed the person under him.

The bunch of sunflowers and love letters that Yao Liang held were placed on the bedside cabinet, and no one touched them until dawn.

Yao Liang remembered that the person once said in his ear that sunflowers represented the thousands of words he hadn’t said to him. Language is probably a trivial matter in life.

But now, the person who once said a thousand words to him has long since left, leaving him alone in the river of memories, clinging to the sunflower that withered long ago in reality.

After all, he is the one who holds the sunflower in his hand and looks up at the sun. Those who look up and look down are not on the same level. Hopeless, silent love is probably his final interpretation of this sunflower.