After detonating the hot search

The "cold air" news was broadcast for two rounds, and the weather in Jiangcheng finally changed. In just two days, the temperature plummeted by ten degrees. Especially at night, it was so cold that my bones ached. I changed the iced coffee to hot tea to continue. Life.

"Brother Lin, this is a new season gift from the donuth brand, where should I put it first?" Tong Cong'an knocked on the door and walked in.

Fu Lin subconsciously wanted to say "Jiangbei Villa", only then did he remember that Erxia's recording had ended.

Since the end of Erxia's recording, Shen Huaijing's frequency of going back has become less - before the end announcement, he had to drive back halfway across the city, and it didn't seem tiring.

Fu Lin was happy to relax: "Let's put it in the car first."

As he spoke, he opened the drawer and looked around, only to realize that the key was not here.

"The key should be with your boss himself, you go get it."

Tong Cong'an didn't speak for a long time.

As soon as Fu Lin looked up, he saw him standing close to the door like a gecko with a mournful face.

"Brother Lin, you go, I dare not."

Fu Lin: "?"

Tong Cong'an couldn't hold back his words: "Brother Lin, you may not know that you are on a business trip. Recently, Mr. Shen's air pressure has been a bit low, just like the cold air in Jiangcheng."

Fu Lin: "..."

"Did something happen during my absence?"

"No, the career is going smoothly, the star path is bright, and the status is unshakable," Tong Cong'an was like a flattering machine without emotion, "it just looks like it's not in a good mood."

Tong Cong'an's face became even more puckered: "I thought Brother Lin you knew the reason, but you don't know either?"

Fu Lin didn't know, but he could guess.

It seems that there is only one person who can make Teacher Shen feel good.

In the same way, it seems that there is only one that can make him feel bad at the moment.

Fu Lin put down the hot tea, got up and walked towards the meeting room.

Shen Huaijing was reading a book on the sofa.

Fu Lin stood at the door for a while, carefully said: "Did Xiao Han's manager tell you something?"

Shen Huaijing raised his eyes slightly, and asked without answering: "What did his manager tell you?"

Fu Lin: "..."

How come there is a feeling of anti-quilt cover.

Fu Lin clicked his tongue.

However, he also wanted to know what happened during the two days of his business trip, so that Shen Han's agent would call him suddenly, saying that whenever Shen Han had free time these two days, he would go to Wen Nian's side, and if he had free time, he would force him In spare time, he ran to Wen Nian, asked him why he was looking for Wen Nian, and faltered. If he didn't know the relationship between the two, the manager thought they were in a relationship.

Fu Lin naturally didn't dare to say the word "falling in love", and only said: "I didn't say anything, just said that Xiaohan has been looking for Niannian frequently recently."

Shen Huaijing didn't speak.

Fu Lin let out a "cough", and made amends for Shen Han, the unlucky boy: "The All-Stars are about to be recorded, and every year I have a little cold again, so it's normal for Xiaohan to be worried."

"He caught a cold?"

Shen Huaijing's voice was very weak, as if he was asking what time it was, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Fu Lin knew how bad he was in the mood.

Dare he doesn't know yet.

"Did he tell you?" Shen Huaijing asked again.

Fu Lin leaned against the door, looking at the ashtray in Shen Huaijing's hand, there was a cigarette butt in it, and sparks were still burning, obviously he had just smoked it not long ago.

... No wonder Xiao Tong said that his air pressure is low.

"I heard it when I called yesterday," Fu Lin finished speaking, and added, "It should be a small cold, don't worry."

Fu Lin also lit a cigarette for himself.

It doesn't make sense that Shen Huaijing doesn't know what he knows. The only possibility is...

"What's the matter, has he been avoiding you recently?"

Shen Huaijing leaned back: "Yes."

Fu Lin looked up from the smoke, and said seriously: "It's not necessarily a bad thing."

"And I heard that his mentor has assigned some new tasks in the past two weeks. He stays in the library every day until it closes before going back to the dormitory."

Shen Huaijing's voice became even weaker: "I know."

That's why he rationally wanted to give Wen Nian time, in various ways.

But he gradually discovered that it might be Wen Nian who was rational enough, not him.

Shen Huaijing resigned to his fate, took the car keys, and got up.

When the car stopped at the back door of Jiang University, it was exactly 7 o'clock in the evening, probably because the temperature dropped sharply and there were not many students in the back street.

Shen Huaijing called Wen Nian, but he didn't answer.

He was silent for a moment, and made another call.

A few minutes later, Zhou Jiayi hurried out from the path.

"Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen." Zhou Jiayi ran fast, still a little out of breath.

Shen Huaijing said "Sorry", and Zhou Jiayi waved his hand immediately: "It's okay, I'm in the courier room next door."

Besides, he was going to run over by himself, and some things were troublesome on the phone.

"Mr. Shen, have you been waiting here for a long time?"

"Just arrived," Shen Huaijing asked, "Is he not in the dormitory?"

Zhou Jiayi leaned against the fully opened car window and said, "I just left the house more than half an hour ago."

Shen Huaijing: "Go out alone?"

"Ah."

"Did you say where to go?"

"I mentioned something, but it seems like I said it casually, and I'm not sure," Zhou Jiayi thought carefully, "...It seems that he is going to see the cat."

The scope was ridiculously large, and when he mentioned it casually, Zhou Jiayi felt that he was lonely, but Shen Huaijing replied: "Thank you."

It seems to have found the answer from this answer that is not an answer.

Zhou Jiayi: "...?"

While he was in a trance, Shen Huaijing said again: "Has he caught a cold?"

Zhou Jiayi came back to his senses and nodded: "Well, maybe it's because of the cold air these past two days. It seems that there are quite a lot of people in the school, but it's not serious, just a little stuffy nose and cough."

Shen Huaijing's tone calmed down: "Have you taken your medicine yet?"

Zhou Jiayi told the truth: "I didn't eat much, I just drank a pack of Ganmao Ling."

"At the end of the report two days ago, he was afraid of getting sleepy after taking the medicine."

The sky began to rain, very thin, like a mist.

After Zhou Jiayi returned, he turned on the map on his mobile phone, turned a street, found a pharmacy, and bought a few packs of cold medicine.

The car drove towards Xiefeng Lane, Pingshui Street.

The rain seemed to be a little heavier, but it turned from mist to rain, and it took three to four minutes to cover the car windows with a shallow layer, which was scribbled away by the wipers.

The car passed through the bustling neon lights, turned into the old street with intertwined alleys, and parked under the ginkgo tree.

Shen Huaijing got out of the car, leaned against the car door and finished smoking a cigarette before walking towards the back alley.

After two corners, the small red tent at the end of the alley stood there, like the only bright color in this dark street.

But there were no lights in the canopy, and it was pitch black.

Shen Huaijing frowned.

not there?

As soon as he walked over, he heard Wen Nian's voice.

"Auntie, take the five yuan away first."

I don't know if it's because I'm catching a cold, or because it's blocked by the tent curtain, and I'm a little snarky.

"Okay, I'm holding it, you watch your feet, be careful not to fall!"

Several lampposts in the small tent flickered back and forth, as if someone was lighting a flashlight.

"Can you see Niannian? It's fine if you can't see it. When your Uncle Chen comes back, I'll ask him to change it."

Shen Huaijing walked around the back door and saw Wen Nian stepping on a low stool, slightly tiptoeing to turn on the light bulb on the roof.

Wukuai was held by Aunt Li, as if she recognized Shen Huaijing, she leaned her body and gave a "meow" to him.

Wen Nian followed the sound.

There was only a few pieces of faint light leaking in from the narrow canopy, but Wen Nian still recognized Shen Huaijing at a glance.

"Come down." Shen Huaijing came over and stretched out his hand to protect behind him.

Wen Nian obediently got down from the low stool and explained the reason: "The light bulb is broken, I want to change it for Aunt Li."

"Is it changed?" Shen Huaijing asked.

Wen Nian shook his head: "I haven't started changing yet."

Wuyuan jumped out of Aunt Li's arms, played with the light of the flashlight, and then rubbed against Shen Huaijing's feet.

Shen Huaijing picked it up and put it in Wen Nian's arms: "Hold it well, and stand by the side."

"Please turn on the light." Shen Huaijing finished speaking to Aunt Li and stood on the chair.

Wen Nian wasn't afraid at all when he stepped on the chair, but he became a little worried when he saw Shen Huaijing standing there.

"Auntie, make sure the switch is pulled down."

"Why didn't you ask a question when you stood on the top just now? Don't worry if you've been shot down."

Shen Huaijing smiled lightly.

The light bulbs were replaced every two or three times, and they were much brighter than before.

Both of them had dinner, and Aunt Li brought a box of flower cakes over because she couldn't show off her ramen skills, ordering them to eat them.

The small tent was re-hanging the "Do Not Disturb" sign.

Wen Nian wanted to ask a lot, such as "Why did you come here", "Why didn't you wear a hat and mask", "Have you been recognized on the road", but at the moment when Shen Huaijing's shoulders were wet, he passed the tissue over .

"Why are your clothes wet? Is it raining?"

"Ah."

"You came here? The car is parked in the same place?"

The word "old place" made Shen Huaijing smile.

Compared with concrete addresses such as alleys and ginkgo trees, the words "old place" seem to be encrypted, which always sounds more pleasing to the ear.

"Your clothes are wet, please wipe them quickly, it's easy to get wet in this weather..."

Wen Nian couldn't finish his sentence because he saw the cold medicine popping up on the table.

Before he changed the light bulb, there was no such thing on the table.

...He brought it.

Shen Huaijing: "What's easy?"

Wen Nian paused before replying, "It's easy to catch a cold."

Shen Huaijing's voice was very light: "Why don't you say you have a cold."

Wen Nian: "."

"Is there any mentoring task when I go back tonight?" Shen Huaijing asked.

Wen Nian shook his head: "It's done."

Shen Huaijing asked for a glass of boiling water and watched Wen Nian take the cold medicine.

The medicine was a bit bitter, and Wen Nian ate half a cake to suppress the astringency.

The astringency went down, and unknown emotions surged up.

He remembered the "psychological article" that Shen Han read that day, and there was a sentence below, saying that he liked someone and would miss him when he didn't see him, but now that Shen Huaijing was sitting in front of him, Wen Nian felt that he still missed him a little. he.

It's just that he doesn't know how to "think".

That article seems to be right and wrong.

Just like the desire to share, before he realized that he liked Shen Huaijing, he could have a good chat with Shen Huaijing, but now it seems that he can't, and there are more things to be afraid of.

Afraid of disturbing him, afraid of the wrong time, afraid of being inappropriate.

"Is there any other arrangement later?" Shen Huaijing asked suddenly.

Wen Nian shook his head.

Shen Huaijing: "It's still early, do you want to go to school?"

Wen Nian's heart skipped a beat.

If it was placed before, he might have agreed.

But now, he didn't intend to use up "next time" so soon.

He even wants to stay next summer if he can.

"It's raining," Wen Nian found a reason for himself, "... next time."

He heard Shen Huaijing smile lightly, stretched out his hand, and pushed the cup on the edge of the table in: "When is the next time?"

Wen Nian: "."

"Am I being given a bad check?" Shen Huaijing smiled.

An idea popped up out of nowhere, and Wen Nian suddenly said, "You go first."

It's very light, not angry, and it doesn't sound wronged. It seems to be explaining a simple fact, but it makes Shen Huaijing's heart tremble.

... was his first.

It was he who first wrote a bad check with "see you next time".

"From then on, you can choose whatever time you want, okay?" Shen Huaijing's tone was more serious than ever.

Wen Nian raised his head and bumped into Shen Huaijing's sight.

It seemed like something was about to come out.

"Have you calmed down?" Shen Huaijing asked again.

Wen Nian: "...I'm not angry."

Shen Huaijing smiled lightly: "Then why are you ignoring me these few days?"

Wen Nian: "."

He didn't get angry, let alone ignore him.

The rain outside was getting heavier, falling on the plastic roof, obviously there was no one around, only the sound of rain, but Wen Nian felt like there was a crowd of people.

He remembered who said that the place where Shen Huaijing was was always crowded with people, but it was clear that the day he met Shen Huaijing was very quiet, only a lecture theater after the rain, just like the current Xiefeng Lane.

Because it was too quiet, he always felt biased and contradictory, as if Shen Huaijing shouldn't belong here.

But now, that kind of "crowd of voices" came, and he didn't even have the strength to think, and he couldn't tell a lie.

"I'm not angry, and I'm not ignoring you." Wen Nian lowered his eyes and said for a long time, "I was just thinking about one thing."

Shen Huaijing seemed to be coaxing him to speak: "What do you think?"

Wen Nian: "... Chasing you."

Shen Huaijing was the most difficult question he had ever done since he was a child.

He didn't solve it in his sophomore year of high school, and he still doesn't seem to have it now.

Wen Nian saw that Shen Huaijing's hand hanging by his side was stretched vigorously, and the slightly raised tendons could be seen from his angle.

Wen Nian was startled.

Shen Huaijing didn't speak for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse: "How to chase."

The simple three words seemed to have cost him a lot of effort.

"...I haven't thought about it yet," Wen Nian said.

It's hard to like someone, but it's even harder to chase someone.

What's more, this person is Shen Huaijing.

The biggest stone in his heart fell to the ground. Wen Nian originally thought that he would no longer be nervous or flustered, but the moment he said "I didn't think about it", the feeling of being unable to hold it surged up again.

"I haven't figured it out yet, can you... wait."

This time, Shen Huaijing returned quickly.

"Can't wait." His voice became hoarse.

"I've been waiting a long time."

Xu Shi answered the sentence "can't wait" too quickly at the beginning, Wen Nian only had these three words in his ears, and he forgot what followed.

He suppressed the sourness in his heart: "Then I... try harder."

Shen Huaijing completely surrendered, and he couldn't be allowed to continue talking, otherwise he wouldn't be able to leave tonight.

"It's not you who have to work hard, it's me."

"It's because I didn't work hard enough, which gave you the illusion that I need you to chase after me."

……What's the meaning?

Wen Nian's head buzzed, as if a long-lasting firework had been set off, in this September, in this rainy alley.

Then, in the fireworks rain, he heard Shen Huaijing's familiar voice with a slight smile.

"I thought I'd made it obvious enough."

Wen Nian repeated instinctively: "Show something."

Shen Huaijing looked at him deeply, and said word by word.

"Love."