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Wei Ling sold his Gunpla. It is said that it was a reward from his father after the high school entrance examination, and the price has increased several times now.

He sold jerseys and sneakers of famous basketball players that he photographed online.

In the past, he liked to post photos of eating, drinking, and playing games in his circle of friends, but recently he has disappeared.

Wen Zhuo let out a breath.

Wei Ling, are you a fool?Are you out of your mind?

At the end of this year's semester, Wen Zhuo was discharged from the hospital.

In the next semester, he has to re-study to get back the credits he left behind.

I have to pay back the favors I owe Professor Cao and that idiot Wei Ling.

When he was discharged from the hospital, Professor Cao personally picked him up and sent him back to the university dormitory.

"Wenzhuo, because you will come back to class next semester, the dormitory has not been refunded to you. If you... If you don't want to go home during your summer vacation, you can live in the dormitory."

Q University’s winter and summer vacations, because some students participate in some on-campus training, and the school itself encourages students to practice, so the student dormitory remains open.

"Thank you Professor Cao, you have paid enough for me."

Wen Zhuo turned his face, and saw that his quilt and pillows were all made up, and he patted it casually, there was no dust at all, and he could even smell the laundry detergent.

It smells like Wei Ling's laundry detergent.

Take another look at Wei Ling's shop across the street. He has already returned home from vacation.

The quilt and mattress were lifted up, the pillows were wrapped in it, and rolled into a roll, exposing most of the bed board.

He will not come back until the next semester starts.

Wen Zhuo didn't know what was wrong with him, when there was no one in the dormitory, he stood in front of Wei Ling's bed, reached into his quilt, and touched his pillow.

It was as if the warmth of that person was still on the pillow.

At this moment, the sound of the door lock turning came from outside the bedroom door.

Wen Zhuo immediately withdrew his hand, the door opened, and the wind blew in, and that little smell made Wen Zhuo's heart ache.

"Ah...Wen Zhuo...you're back? Great!"

It was Wei Ling's voice. He clearly knew that Wen Zhuo came back today, so he pretended to be surprised, but the joy in the surprise was real.

Wei Ling walked over, hugged Wen Zhuo, and patted him on the back lightly: "Just come back."

It was as if Wen Zhuo had been electrocuted, the blood flow in his whole body became very fast, the strength of Wei Ling's hug, and the touch of his ear rubbing against his cheek were all very clear.

There used to be a hole in his heart, which had been broken for a long time, submerged in cold water, cut by rocks and broken ice, but at this moment, it seemed that warm water vapor was passing through, allowing him to heal himself desire.

Because I want to keep him.

Wei Ling took a step back, looked at Wen Zhuo for a while, and found that he was not angry, so he was relieved.

"I thought you were home." Wen Zhuo said.

"Huh? I want to go home...but I haven't got something."

Wei Ling opened his drawer and found the earphones: "My subwoofer earphones, without them I would be bored to death on the train."

Wen Zhuo looked at Wei Ling's profile, and knew that he could take a plane but never a train, he could use the latest mobile phone but never an old one, and he loved the type of electronic products that he couldn't sleep without buying.

But looking at Wei Ling's cell phone on the table, it was the same one that Wen Zhuo had before he was admitted to the hospital.

It must be because I paid him the money for imported medicine before, and spent all my living expenses.

Wen Zhuo opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but probably because he hadn't chatted with Wei Ling much before, he couldn't even find a natural topic at this moment.

"Well...Wen Zhuo, do you stay in the dormitory during the summer vacation?"

"Yeah." Wen Zhuo nodded.

"Then...then I can't take these things home. They will definitely expire when I come back next semester. Why don't you buy them yourself and use them for me."

As Wei Ling spoke, he opened his cabinet and brought out milk powder, wafer biscuits, toothpaste, and soft-hearted bread imported from the Netherlands.

"I... I bought too much..."

Wei Ling had a stern expression on his face, but Wen Zhuo could see the tension in his eyes, as if he was afraid that Wen Zhuo would get angry.

The sunlight in early July fell on Wei Ling's cheeks through the curtains, and Wen Zhuo saw his delicate little down, which was very soft and gentle.

Wen Zhuo knew that Wei Ling didn't buy too much of these things, but he specially prepared them for himself.He even deliberately pretended to come back to get the earphones, just to hand these things into his hands.

"Thank you." Wen Zhuo said.

It was just two words, and the tension in Wei Ling's eyes was replaced by a smile.

Wen Zhuo doesn't understand how there is someone like Wei Ling in this world, as long as he accepts his kindness, he can be so happy.

Don't you know it's important for me to misunderstand... misunderstand yourself?

"Then I'm going home! See you at the beginning of school!"

After speaking, Wei Ling dragged the suitcase and left.

Wen Zhuo felt lonely for the first time when he heard the wheels of the suitcase ringing in the corridor.

Because he knew that for more than 40 days he would not hear Wei Ling's voice, nor would he see him.

Wen Zhuo found two tutoring jobs, both of which were introduced by Professor Cao.

The grades of those two children were not bad at all, Wen Zhuo taught them very easily, and the tutoring fees paid by their parents were also willing.

Sometimes when they were doing a question, Wen Zhuo would subconsciously look at his phone.

He has never been interested in things like circle of friends, either for selling things, for food and drink, or for showing affection.

Wen Zhuo never understood the significance of these things, why his life had to be released with great fanfare for everyone to see.

But he likes to watch Wei Ling's Moments, but Wei Ling hardly posts pictures of himself, but Wen Zhuo feels that he never gets tired of watching his Moments.

For example, Wei Ling sent a shadow, and Wen Zhuo knew that it was him drinking something while riding a bicycle, and it was probably Coke.

Wei Ling sent a kitten in the corner of the garage, with big eyes and cute ears, Wen Zhuo knew that Wei Ling must often feed this wild cat, that's why it showed such a cute look to let Wei Ling approach .

Wei Ling sent a bowl of instant noodles, and Wen Zhuo knew that he was going to hang out in the Internet cafe again, probably playing games all night.

However, only halfway through the summer vacation, Wen Zhuo found that this dormitory made him feel uncomfortable.

Obviously he likes to be quiet, and obviously doesn't like to communicate with others, Wen Zhuo found that whenever he returned to the dormitory, he would subconsciously look for Wei Ling's location.

Even when he was sleeping, he would look sideways at Wei Ling's bunk.

Holding his mobile phone, he even accidentally typed Wei Ling's name in the address book.

At the moment of connection, quickly hang up.

Wen Zhuo raised his hand to cover his eyes, he felt like he was going crazy.

Ten minutes passed, half an hour passed, or even an hour passed, and there was no vibration in the phone, and Wei Ling didn't even send a WeChat message to ask him.

Even if you say "Did you dial the wrong number?"

At that time, Wen Zhuo clearly realized that he and Wei Ling did not belong to the same world.

He has no hobbies, few words, stubborn and difficult to get along with.

And Wei Ling is always full of energy and can easily mingle with the people around him.

He didn't know how to get to Wei Ling's world, and he couldn't pull Wei Ling into his own world.

Because it was too monotonous, Wei Ling would be unhappy.

Wen Zhuo knew that he couldn't always think about that person, but the more he controlled himself, the more he missed him.

Unknowingly, Wen Jue found that the corners of his eyes were wet.

He smiled self-deprecatingly.

At this moment, the sound of keys turning came from outside the bedroom door.

Wen Zhuo sat up slowly, he thought it was the dormitory teacher.

But the moment the door opened, when the sun hat appeared in his sight, Wen Zhuo felt as if his eyes had been scalded.

Wei Ling raised his head, glanced at Wen Zhuo, and showed a big smile: "Ah! You went to bed so early! I have to mess around for a while, so don't think I'm noisy."

Wei Ling dragged his suitcase under the bed and began to organize his things.

Wen Zhuo stood there in a daze. He wondered if he had misread it. Why did he appear when he was thinking about him just now?

"Eh? Wenzhuo? Did you call me?" Wei Ling asked, shaking his phone.

"Pressed wrong."

Wen Zhuo replied with a very normal voice, but his heart was beating violently, as if some secret thought was about to be blurted out.

"Oh... I just guessed that you wouldn't take the initiative to call me." Wei Ling shrugged regretfully and continued to pack his things.

"Why are you back?" Wen Zhuo tried very hard to restrain the blood surging in his heart, he subconsciously grabbed the edge of the bed.

"This! The aviation model competition, college student group! The third prize has a bonus of 1000 yuan! There is also a certificate!" Wei Ling pulled a poster under Wen Zhuo's bed, raised his head, and showed it to him.

Wen Zhuo choked for breath, he really wanted to touch Wei Ling's head, because he looked really...cute like that.

Wen Zhuo never thought in his life that he would use the word "cute" on a 19-year-old boy.

"The second prize is 3000 yuan! The first prize is [-] yuan!" Wei Ling stretched out his palm and made a "five".

Wen Zhuo really wanted to hold that hand and clasp him tightly.

"Ah."

"There are more than 1000 applicants, and there are five third prizes." Wei Ling rubbed his chin, "I was thinking, with my IQ and hands-on ability, why don't I lose the third prize!"

While talking, Wei Ling turned his head and put down the poster, and began to concentrate on spreading his quilt.He was squatting on the edge of the bed. The top bunk was already high, and he had to shake off the quilt. It was really worrying that he would fall down when he leaned back.

Wen Zhuo got out of bed and said, "I'll help you."

Wei Ling immediately came down with the quilt in his arms: "Thank you! That's great!"

The two held the corners of the quilt and shook in the bedroom.

Wei Ling struggled until eleven o'clock in the evening before climbing to the upper bunk to sleep.

The lights in the dormitory were turned off, and Wei Ling was still lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone. The light from the screen shone on his cheeks, and from Wen Zhuo's angle, he could just see his eyelashes.

Wen Zhuo found that he had lived for nearly 20 years, but this was the first time he looked at a person so patiently and even so carefully.

The temperature in August was very high, so Wei Ling's Xialiang quilt was put on one corner of his stomach, his left foot was on his right knee, and his toes were turning in circles.

It was such a simple and lazy Wei Ling, Wen Zhuo could watch Wei Ling get sleepy until he dropped his phone and fell asleep.

In the dormitory was the sound of Wei Ling's shallow breathing, which was a childish voice without any precautions.

The next day, Wenzhuo got up early because he still had a job as a tutor.

Wei Ling turned sideways, with half of his face sunk in the pillow, and one hand dropped from the side of the bed rail.

Wen Zhuo walked over and watched Wei Ling fall asleep for a long time.

By coincidence, he moved closer to the hanging hand, and his lips touched the tip of Wei Ling's index finger.

Wei Ling didn't respond, Wen Zhuo knew that on the rest day, Wei Ling could sleep until noon and never get up.

Wei Ling's lack of response was a kind of connivance to Wen Zhuo.

Wen Zhuo gently rubbed the edge of Wei Ling's palm with the tip of his nose, and then kissed his palm.

Wei Ling was still asleep, oblivious to everything.

Ke Wenzhuo's heart was beating very fast, clamoring and enthusiastic... wanting to have everything he had even more greedily.

After Wen Zhuo finished his tutoring work every day, he would rush back very anxiously.

As soon as he opened the door of the dormitory, he saw Wei Ling sitting at the table, concentrating on his model.

Parts and tools piled up on a table.

At that time, Wen Zhuo would feel at ease.

With these things in hand, Wei Ling could sit still all day without drinking or eating.

It's better for Wen Zhuo to ask him to eat, and he will respond.

Wei Ling won the first place in the model airplane competition.Wen Zhuo was still teaching tutoring students at that time.

He wanted to watch it very much, but he also knew that he would leave his tutoring work to watch Wei Ling's game, as if some kind of secret thought would be discovered by Wei Ling.

He was in a daze all the time, although his face still had a cold and indifferent expression, but after his student called him for the Nth time, and he didn't respond, his student smiled.

"Mr. Wen, who are you thinking about?"

At that moment, Wen Zhuo's heart felt like being poked.

The phone on the table vibrated, Wen Zhuo picked it up and saw that it was the photo Wei Ling took when receiving the award.

The eyes are big and energetic, and there is a radiant smile on his face, as if he has won the whole world.

Hey, brother is so handsome today!

Wen Zhuo kept looking at that photo on the bus back to school, regretting more and more why he didn't go to Wei Ling's game today.

The wind outside the car window blew Wen Zhuo's hair, Wen Zhuo lowered his head, and kissed the photo sent by Wei Ling.

Everything is very tender, be it the wind, the sunlight outside the window, or the swaying bus, they all seemed to stay at the moment when Wen Zhuo kissed him.

Going forward, Wei Ling couldn't see anything anymore, he knew that Wen Zhuo had turned off his memory.

Maybe there is some secret in the future, Wen Zhuo doesn't want Wei Ling to see it.

Or, spreading out his crush on someone in this way for the other person to see, Wen Zhuo also became shy and hid it.

But Wen Zhuo's affection for Wei Ling was much longer than when Wei Ling found out that he fell in love with Wen Zhuo.

Wei Ling opened his eyes, his consciousness came out of Wen Zhuo's memory and returned to the real world.

Here's the room in that tiny underground base.

He and Wen Zhuo are no longer young and young.

Wen Zhuo in front of Wei Ling still had his eyes closed, as if he didn't want to wake up from that long dream.

If he fell in love with him from the age of eighteen or nineteen... Does that mean that nearly half of Wen Zhuo's life was spent in admiration and forbearance?

If they hadn't gone to the moon to do research, or if Angela and Noah hadn't invaded the earth, Wei Ling wondered if he was married and had children by this time.

Then... what is Wenzhuo doing?Would you still like him, look at him, and endure it?Or have you let go?

No... For a stubborn person like Wen Zhuo, he will circle his heart and never look at other places or people.

"Why don't you show me the memories after that?" Wei Ling asked softly.

Wen Zhuo remained silent.

"You didn't show it to me, it must be because...you hid a little secret. Let me guess."

Wei Ling smiled, knowing that Wen Zhuo had been in love with him since such an early age, those days of his youth that he thought were plain and lazy suddenly had a different meaning, even the memories could be traced, making one's heart itch.

"You can't guess." Wen Zhuo was about to leave sideways, but Wei Ling took his hand and kissed his palm.

Wen Zhuo visibly trembled, and subconsciously closed his fingers slightly, as if wanting to grab the kiss.

Wei Ling tugged at him, Wen Zhuo didn't resist at all, leaned forward, and put one hand on the edge of the bed.

Wei Ling suddenly felt like a bandit overlord, bullying the serious academic Qingliu Professor Wen.

"When we divided the postgraduate dormitory, Chen Yikang obviously told me that he wanted to live with me, and even greeted the school. How did you become you?"

Wei Ling said it with a smile, but Wen Zhuo froze there without moving, which meant that his graduate student was still living with Wen Zhuo, and Wen Zhuo manipulated something.

Maybe it was after finding Professor Cao, or maybe it was after directly hacking the school's dormitory management system.

It feels like the latter is more like, straightforward.

Wen Zhuo remained silent and did not answer.

It was the first time Wei Ling thought why this guy looked so cute in silence?

"The postgraduate internship, I remember that biotechnology company wanted you, but not me. But then their human resources department begged my dad to tell my grandma to call and urge me to go for an internship. Why?" Wei Ling gently tugged Take a look at Wen Zhuo's collar.

"It's not that you're not good enough, it's because they think you and I share the same research direction, and one of us is enough. Your place was replaced by another person who has a relationship with their management." Wen Zhuo His brows frowned slightly, indicating that he was not happy about this matter, and he is not happy until now.

"Then what then?" Wei Ling turned around directly, fell back, and lay in Wen Zhuo's arms, with his chin raised so that he could just see his expression.

Wen Zhuo touched Wei Ling's forehead subconsciously, and said lightly: "I told them that I and you are partners. Since we can't go in together, we should change to another one together."

"Which one?"

"They're against each other."

Wei Ling froze for a moment, imagining in his mind that Wen Zhuo had no expression on his face, and told the management staff of the other party that he was leaving, and he must have acted unmoved no matter how hard he tried to persuade him.

"You too... You really are, you are not afraid of offending them, and you will not be able to find a job after graduation."

"Why can't I find it? He has so many opponents."

Seeing Wen Zhuo's serious expression, Wei Ling turned his head, buried his head in Wen Zhuo's arms, and laughed for a long time.

"Wen Xiaojiu, you are so kind."

"Go to sleep." Wen Zhuo lightly touched the top of Wei Ling's head.

Wei Ling was rather disappointed.

You said... I just found out that you liked me from such an early age, and let me know that you miss me whenever you can't see me, and you just fell asleep like this?

Wei Ling pulled the quilt, turned around and faced the wall.

Wen Zhuo could see that Wei Ling was unhappy, so he surrounded him through the quilt.

"what happened?"

"Sleep." Wei Ling said.

Wen Zhuo didn't say anything more, he was not good at coaxing people.

Wei Ling hadn't held this position for half a minute before his heart softened and he wanted to see Wen Zhuo.

"You've run out of nutrients." After a long time, Wen Zhuo said.

Wei Ling suddenly understood why Wen Zhuo "let it go".

Wen Zhuo said that the longest time for hybrid is one week.

Even if Wei Ling has no common sense, he knows that he will die in a week, and once it starts, it is not easy to stop.

And... How can I be Wen Zhuo's opponent!This is the saddest.

But the days are long, the hormones given by Angela are not for nothing, there is always a way to solve it?

As soon as Wei Ling thought that Wen Zhuo liked him, Wei Ling began to jump up and down again. He wanted to look at Wen Zhuo a few more times, and he thought about it. He was not embarrassed at all, and turned around directly.

In such a small space, when he turned around, he bumped into Wen Zhuo's arms.

Wen Zhuo hugged him as if she had been waiting for him for a long time.

As soon as Wei Ling opened his eyes, he met Wen Zhuo's eyes.

Even though there was no light in the room, Wei Ling felt that the other party's eyes were deep and bright.

Subconsciously, he leaned forward and kissed Wen Zhuo's eyes.

Wen Zhuo's eyes trembled slightly, and his eyelashes brushed against Wei Ling's lips.

"Xiaojiu, did I tell you that you are very good-looking." Wei Ling said.

"Because Angela optimized my genes to make me fit as much as possible..."

"The first time I saw you, I thought, 'Hey, this dude is so handsome', it has nothing to do with Angela." Wei Ling pointed Wen Zhuo's nose with his finger, as if he was lost in thought, "I I don't remember many things, but there is one thing I do remember."

"What?" Wen Zhuo just looked at him like this, Wei Ling could feel this man and treated him like the whole world.

"On the first day at the moon base, everyone went to the transparent zenith of the base to look at the earth and take pictures, just like a sightseeing group. Only you stood there with your pocket in your pocket."

"I'm sorry... I haven't been very gregarious."

As soon as Wei Ling heard it, he knew that Wen Zhuo had probably misunderstood, thinking that he was blaming him for being cold at the time.

"I just like how you don't fit in." Wei Ling narrowed his eyes and smiled, he could feel Wen Zhuo hugging him even tighter.

"At that time, Guangsyn happened to fly between the earth and the moon, and its light shone on your face...it was so beautiful...like a dream."

Wen Zhuo listened to Wei Ling's words, as if something was touched deep in his heart, he hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

"Wei Ling, don't do dangerous things in the future."

"Oh, I try my best."