rose memory

Shen Xing sneezed and found that he had a fever without any surprise.

He hadn't slept well in the past few nights. He dreamed about the sea of ​​flowers every night, but the temperature difference between day and night was big in early autumn. Every time he dreamed back at midnight, he would sit on the bed in a daze, then put on thin pajamas, get up and wash his face with cold water.

Completely self-inflicted.

Shen Xing took the bus arranged by the school back to the rental house, settled down and packed his luggage, and prepared to go to Meng Xian's house. Go ahead in the storm.

The head is getting heavier.

Shen Xing almost couldn't stand up, he was already thin and weak, and it was extremely difficult to calm down in such a "ruinous" storm.

It's raining, it's raining again.

Shen Xing vaguely saw a person walking over. The person was wearing a windbreaker, and his long legs were faintly visible at the hem of the windbreaker.

As he got closer, the contours of the man's face became clearer.

Shen Xing rarely felt his heart tremble because of a figure.

Meng Xian was the first.

Meng Xian approached and asked, "Why didn't you reply to WeChat, the weather is so bad, didn't I tell you not to come?"

There was a bit of sullenness in Meng's gossip, but it was more distressing.

"I……"

Before Shen Ling finished speaking, he felt that his eyes were blank——

He just passed out.

When Meng Xian came back with Shen Xing in his arms, Luo Fu was already lying on the sofa drowsy. He originally arranged a blind date at Meng Xian's hiding place at home, and stayed here when it rained. Seeing Meng Xian hurried out So he didn't leave when the rain stopped, he just wanted to see if Meng Xian could abduct him when he went out.

The movement of Meng Xian putting Shen Xing back on the bed was a bit loud, and when Luo Fu woke up in a daze, he heard something suspected to be coming from the bed in Meng Xian's bedroom.

He straightened up and turned over, opened the door and saw Meng Xian bent over, looking at the person on the bed, and the person on the bed could only be Shen Xing.

Luo Fu approached and asked, "What happened to him?"

"I don't know, I'll call the family doctor." Meng Xian went out and poured a cup of hot water in, and saw Luo Fu raising his hand to touch Shen Xing's forehead.

"Don't touch him." Meng Xian approached and pushed Luo Fu's hand away, and continued, "It seems to have a fever."

Luo Fu whistled: "As for protecting him like this? Even if he is crooked, I can't threaten you."

When Meng Xian opened the door and found that Luo Fu was going to touch Shen Xing, his first thought was that Luo Fu should never touch him, so he said it directly.

He himself couldn't figure it out clearly, he seemed to have always tacitly tacitly agreed that no one could touch Shen Xing except himself.

Nobody can.

He is not a particularly possessive person, and he is somewhat puzzled by the weird "intuitive" action just now.

When meeting Shen Xing, he really had a lot of "intuition".

"I've never thought about it that way, anyway, don't touch him for the time being." Meng Xian said.

"What happened when you passed by?" Luo Fu looked at Shen Xing's flushed cheeks and asked in confusion, "I think he looks like he's drunk."

Meng Xian recalled that when he saw Shen Xing just now, the other party looked dazedly as if he hadn't woken up, and he lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Shen Xing's.

Luo Fu took a big step back, pouted and watched this double-standard drama.

When the foreheads touched each other, Meng Xian felt that the other party's breathing was obviously heavier, as if he could feel someone resisting his skin-to-skin contact. Just when Meng Xian was about to leave, he suddenly found that Shen Xing's breathing had gradually eased.

Meng Xian was even more puzzled, he maintained this posture, and gradually moved his hand to the opponent's hand, the convulsions and tremors he imagined did not appear, and Shen Xing even moved his fingers to hold back.

In order to prevent the other party from being embarrassed when he woke up, he slowly got up.

The feeling just now was all too familiar.

Thinking about it, it's like I have spent countless days and nights with my forehead touching and talking intimately, that kind of reaction...

"Meng Xian?" Luo Fu asked, "What are you thinking?"

"I..." Meng Xian's voice was interrupted by a knock on the door, and Meng Xian said: "It should be that the doctor has arrived, I'll go and open the door."

"no need."

The two people who were standing looked for the sound and found that Shen Xing had woken up at some point.

Shen Xing said: "I'm fine, let the doctor go back."

Luo Fu said quickly: "Your face..." is so red.

"Okay." As expected, Meng Xian quickly betrayed the organization.

Luo Fu: "..." So I don't worry about it, I'm afraid I'll be bored.

After the doctor left, Meng Xian handed the hot water that was placed by the bed to Shen Xing's hand. Shen Xing frowned and didn't say anything, and didn't reach out to take it. His hand seemed to be fixed on the quilt.

Luo Fu felt that the air was suffocating.

Just when Luo Fu was about to speak to calm the embarrassing atmosphere, Shen Xing raised his hand to take the cup, and when he took it, he seemed to touch Meng Xian's hand inadvertently.

Meng Xian knew what Shen Xing was thinking, now that the cup had been completely and safely delivered to Shen Xing's hands, the other party already had the answer.

"I should have a fever." Shen Xing explained, "But I'm sweating a little now, so I should be fine. When you went to find me, I wasn't sober."

What this means is that I am not sober about what I said, and I asked you to take me back to your home, not because I intend to seduce you on purpose.

Meng Xian knew it well, so he didn't ask any further questions. At this time, Shen Xing continued to add: "The weather is not very good."

Luo Fu's voice sounded, and he asked with a teasing smile, "How did you get the fever?"

Without raising his head, Shen Xing buried his head in the cup and asked, "What's none of your business?"

I don't know if it was Meng Xian's delusion, he felt that Shen Xing's words were particularly unkind, and he was afraid that he might have some opinion on Luo Fu.

Luo Fu is used to observing words and expressions, so he let out a weak voice.

"Are you going back?" Meng Xian asked.

At the same time, Meng Xian stood up suddenly, leaning forward naturally, and Shen Xing's heart rang alarm bells.

Not far away, Luo Fu took out a bottle of mineral water from nowhere, and threw it into Meng Xian's hands, and the mineral water drew a beautiful arc in the air.

Meng Xian sat down.

"..."

Shen Xing turned his head to check the weather outside, but the curtains were drawn tightly, covering the outside scenery tightly.

Shen Xing turned his head helplessly, and then he inevitably saw Meng Xian's neck, who was drinking water with his head slightly raised.

Shen Xing looked at the other party's neck, and suddenly remembered that the other party was like this in the bar that day. Gradually, somehow, a certain scorching midsummer suddenly appeared in front of him, and someone's neck was stained with water.

He felt that he might not be awake until now, otherwise how could he have such a strange idea, obviously they are two completely different people.

A rose is a rose, and a coincidence is a coincidence.

How could it be possible that this playboy in front of him was his brother, he had absolutely no idea of ​​his brother's identity and background.

Shen Xing didn't know that Luo Fu was staring at him all the time, Luo Fu could see every subtle facial expression in his eyes, seeing that momentary loss of focus, Luo Fu raised his eyebrows with interest.

Shen Xing didn't leave, as soon as it was getting late outside, he didn't really want to go back, and he would stay alone when he went back.

He had finished washing at this moment, and he was wearing the spare pajamas that Meng Xian said he hadn't worn, but he felt that Meng Xian had worn the clothes.

He felt that sometimes some of his thoughts could be included in the category of hypocrisy, and every moment his face was clearly written: "I want to be alone, don't bother me."

But in fact, if there is someone he doesn't hate to bother him, he may be happy for a while.

In his heart, he would never admit that he was happy.

He didn't notice how Meng Xian became "someone he doesn't hate."

"Meng Xian." It was Shen Xing who spoke first. After saying his name, he lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and then said, "Are you sincere?"

Shen Xing hit a straight ball and caught Meng Xian off guard.

It was the first time for Meng Xian to be so at a loss, he felt that it was not good to look at him no matter what, he wanted to lower his gaze, but suddenly thought, he might appear guilty.

He looked directly at Shen Xing, moved his lips, and said, "Sincerely."

Shen Xing moved closer, his face was almost touching Meng Xian, and Meng Xian could feel the scorching breath of the other person's high fever.

Shen Xing: "Prove? How can you prove that you are sincere?"

At first Meng Xian might still seriously think about how to answer this question, but now seeing Shen Xing's playful expression, Meng Xian's heart turned three points cold.

It wasn't a straight ball at all, it was a pistol painted with black and white paint, and it spewed out blinding white smoke with a "huh", and it slowly returned to calm.

Meng Xian wanted to avoid talking about this question, because he knew that the other party didn't care about the answer to this question at all.

But he still imitated the rhetoric in the old-fashioned series, and told Shen Xing word by word: "I'll dig out my heart and show you."

A silence.

Luo Fu didn't know when he had already left, but he closed the door intimately.

In this closed small room, both of them were breathing extremely rapidly.

"I, I'm going to review..." Shen Xing whispered, got out of bed, and stopped suddenly when he reached the door.

Meng Xian understood: "Go straight out and turn right to the study room, there is a pot of yellow roses at the door."

Another yellow rose?

Shen Xinghun answered without hesitation: "Thank you."

Meng Xian looked worriedly at the back of the other party who was swaying step by step, and finally couldn't hold back and chased after him. He stuffed the medicine in the other party's hand and said, "Don't learn too late."

When Shen Xing arrived in the study room, he didn't look into anything at all. He walked to the window and opened the curtains. The flowers outside were bathed in the moonlight, and they were stained with holiness for no reason. The yellow petals were brightened by the bright moon. By the window in a daze.

He remembered that once his brother went out to play with him, and came across a rose garden in the wilderness. It was yellow roses, very beautiful, but not as beautiful as the yard in front of him now.

At that time, he liked to pick it, but his brother stopped him and promised to give him a yard in the future, Shen Xing only found out later.

That sea of ​​flowers was planted by a male college student in Xingzi Alley for his first love girlfriend. Later they broke up, and the sea of ​​flowers was leveled.

What a pity.

Shen Xing rubbed his eyes, only to find that the inside was already wet.

For whom were Meng Xian's flowers planted? If they were for her first boyfriend or someone else, when would they be wiped out?