Brother Xia's favorite

Song Chen is not shy, Song Chen is still in shock, Song Chen wants to break his head, but he can't figure out why Wu Xingye discovered the secret he kept in his heart.Song Chen didn't know how much Wu Xingye knew, and whether he knew who Wu Xingye liked. Song Chen felt great pressure and uneasiness being seen through by an outsider who was not close to him.

Song Chen leaned his back against the wall and thought blankly, what should I do.If Wu Xingye said it, would he lose everything like Fu Jie did?

Song Chen gently rubbed the buttons of the phone with his fingers, kept pressing to turn on the screen, and lowered his head silently waiting for it to slowly turn off.Song Chen wanted to hear Xia Yifeng's voice very much, but at this time, Xia Yifeng probably just found a place to fall asleep after driving the night train. Song Chen couldn't bear to wake Xia Yifeng up, and was even more afraid of hearing Xia Yifeng say, Song Chen , look, don't miss me, don't ruin your life.

Song Chen rested his fingertips on the answer button, lowered his eyes and looked lonely.When the phone vibrated without warning, Song Chen pressed it almost subconsciously immediately, then stared at the contacts on the phone screen and his heart beat violently.

Xia Yifeng's voice was a little hoarse, and he sounded tired: "Song Chenchen, what are you doing, why are you answering so quickly?"

Song Chen covered his heart and tried hard to calm down his voice, and carefully chose the topic: "I just happened to be holding a mobile phone, brother, are you not driving?"

"It's open." Xia Yifeng coughed twice, "I just finished unloading the goods, and I thought of calling you first, and I have to go to bed after the call."

"Song Chenchen." Xia Yifeng paused for a moment, then continued to ask, "Why didn't you send me a text message in the end?"

Song Chen always sends Xia Yifeng a text message first to ask if it's convenient, and then Xia Yifeng calls back when he finds time, but Song Chen's text message doesn't come, and Xia Yifeng doesn't know what reason to contact Song Chen.Since Xia Yifeng made his words clear last time, there seems to be a wall between the two, and there are some things that both sides can't see clearly.

But Xia Yifeng misses Song Chen very much. When Xia Yifeng returns to the cramped basement compartment along the coast, when Xia Yifeng drives from late at night to early morning exhausted, when Xia Yifeng opens his eyes dazedly in the afternoon , Xia Yifeng missed Song Chen more and more, even though Xia Yifeng believed that this would not be good for Song Chen, the longing in his heart was still uncontrollable.

Song Chen was silent, Song Chen didn't know how to tell Xia Yifeng, those uneasiness and fear, confusion and hesitation, longing and sadness, Song Chen wanted to say a lot, but he couldn't say it when it came to his mouth, Song Chen was afraid to listen to the answer I didn't want.

What if Xia Yifeng doesn't love me anymore, Song Chen looked up at the sky and thought desperately.

Xia Yifeng didn't wait for Song Chen's answer, so he had no choice but to continue on his own: "Are you too busy recently? You should pay attention to rest and don't get tired. Just forget about working part-time. I will earn money for your studies. You Don't worry. It's going to cool down soon, so put on more clothes so you don't catch a cold."

Xia Yifeng coughed a few times while talking, Song Chen came back to his senses, frowned a little nervously: "Brother, are you sick?"

"It's okay." Xia Yifeng swallowed, and suppressed the itchiness in his throat, "I've caught a cold, I'm taking medicine, go get busy, I'm just asking, if you need anything, send me a text message."

"Brother!" Song Chen yelled anxiously, "Go to the hospital if you feel unwell, don't hold on alone!"

Xia Yifeng's tone was very indifferent: "It's nothing serious, just a little cold, don't be nervous."

But Song Chen knew that no matter how difficult it was for Xia Yifeng, he was so calm and calm. He never mentioned the hardships he had suffered, and would only tell Song Chen over and over again, don't save money, spend it casually, don't get tired, and rest more.

Song Chen's eyes were red, and he pressed his face tightly against the phone, his voice choked up: "Brother, is there anyone who can take care of you when you are alone outside? What if you are sick? Who can look after you, brother? Brother, come back, come back, I can earn money too, let’s earn money for uncle’s medical treatment, okay? Brother, I miss you so much, I miss you so much, I dream about it, come back, I don’t Don't worry, bro..."

Xia Yifeng's heart almost melted, and the anxiety at the beginning disappeared instantly, Xia Yifeng grinned and laughed: "What are you doing? My throat is a little itchy. Don't worry, your brother is in good health and won't be seriously ill, just sleep and he will be fine."

Xia Yifeng has a stubborn temper. Song Chen knew that Xia Yifeng would not listen to advice and go to the hospital. Song Chen sighed helplessly, and repeatedly told Xia Yifeng to drink plenty of water and rest.

"Brother, go to sleep." Song Chen bit his lower lip, "If you have something to do, you must tell me. If you feel uncomfortable, remember to go to the hospital."

"Understood Song Chenchen." Resting his mind, Xia Yifeng felt tiredness rushing to his head. Xia Yifeng pressed his aching temple, and the reluctant Song Chen said goodbye, "I'm dying, I'll go to bed first For a while, you can go to your business and remember to send me a text message."

Song Chen heard Xia Yifeng's voice disappear, and was stunned for a while, then put the phone into his pocket, his eyes were filled with tranquility.Song Chen thought, so what if Wu Xingye knows, there is nothing to worry about, is there anything more terrifying than losing Xia Yifeng in this world.If you don't have the courage to lose everything, what qualifications do you have to love him?

So Song Chen was relieved.

Wu Xingye lay on the bar counter of the bookstore, stared at Song Chen with burning eyes and asked, "Have you thought about it? Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Song Chen raised his head and gave Wu Xingye a white look: "What is there to say? Don't you know everything?"

Wu Xingye laughed triumphantly: "That's not the same, I know I know, what you say is what you say, these two things can't be confused. You still have to say what you should say."

Song Chen put the mixed fruit juice heavily in front of Wu Xingye: "What are you talking about, I have nothing to say, don't bother me, drink water and stay there, can I still do business? "

"Yo!" Wu Xingye raised his eyebrows, "You kicked your nose, Song Chen?"

Song Chen ignored Wu Xingye, Song Chen looked at Li Feng who came in from outside with a large stack of books, and asked with sparkling eyes: "Brother Li! Did you get the books I asked you to buy?"

"Buy it!" Li Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, untied the rope tied to the book, and threw the top one towards Song Chen.Song Chen raised his hand to catch it, and happily opened it and looked again and again.

Li Feng slumped on the chair and looked at Song Chen with a pursed mouth: "A man, don't you think it's embarrassing to throw this kind of thing?"

Song Chen lowered his head and smiled softly: "What's there to be ashamed of? Isn't that something you have to learn? How can you learn without reading?"

Wu Xingye was a little curious, so he poked his head from outside the bar to carefully look at the book Song Chen was holding in his hand. Wu Xingye was surprised to find that what Song Chen was reading was actually a book made by a teacher. Inside the book were a bunch of stick needles and Wu Xingye was dazzled by the woolen yarn.

Wu Xingye was quite speechless: "What are you doing looking at this?"

"It's about to cool down." Song Chen was so focused that he didn't lift his head, he studied the stitches in the book in a decent manner, "I want to weave a scarf."

Wu Xingye was convinced: "As for Song Chen? How far have you picked? How much cheaper is it to weave it yourself than to buy a ready-made one? Do you want me to buy it for you?"

"What are you talking about, Brother Xingye." Song Chen looked at Wu Xingye helplessly, "I'm giving this as a gift, so what's the point of buying ready-made ones?"

Wu Xingye suddenly realized, he gave a clear face, and then raised the corners of his lips proudly: "Then you knit well, don't knit too ugly, you won't be able to wear it in a while."