A Serious Person Who Writes A Diary - CH 25

Wen Xia went back to the room, threw himself on the bed, and buried his face in the pillow.

The pillow was made by Lin Feng Qi, and after burying his head deeply, he can smell the faint fragrance of lavender, which makes people a little calmer.

He did not fall in love with Lin Feng Qi at first sight, but rather because curiosity killed the cat, he got himself into it.

In fact, before he remembered Lin Feng Qi’s face, what he remembered first was the young man’s calm voice that was a little out of tune with his age. With a unique cold feeling, it is not sharp but was like a piece of marble buried under the snow.

He remembered the voice because he had heard it at the morning meeting on Monday morning.

Wen Xia hadn’t listened to the morning meeting well since he entered school. Monday would only have the effect of making up his sleep for him, that is, it was a little uncomfortable to sleep standing up, and he couldn’t really fall asleep, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to stand up.

During the morning meeting, he routinely closed his eyes and rested, and then he heard a low and cool voice. That voice read the speech in an orderly manner. Every pause and every breath was just right. It was obviously a rigid and boring template to speak, but he read it out like an unknown lullaby, which was very nice.

Wen Xia listened to this voice and wanted to open his eyes to take a look, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Then he really fell asleep.

Miraculously, he didn’t fall down even if he fell asleep, except for the slight droop of his head. Sure enough, I finally enjoyed the personal wake-up service of the head teacher.

When Wen Xia woke up, there was no student on the flag-raising stage, only the school leader reading aloud passionately with a manuscript in his hand.

Yes, it was very emotional. You read it very well, can you not read it next time?

Wen Xia listened, thinking of another voice in his mind.

After a glimpse in the crowded corridor, Wen Xia thought that it was him.

Peace in the hustle and bustle is always special.

Young Master Wen had seen many things in more than ten years, and ordinary things couldn’t attract his attention at all. Lin Feng Qi is special enough.

At that time, Lin Feng Qi walked through the crowd and left after reading the results ranking. Wen Xia turned his head to look at his back and walked away, raised his elbow and pressed his friend next to him: “Who is that?”

The friend followed his line of sight and said, “Who else, Lin Feng Qi, the one who ranks first. The teacher in our class always talks about him and uses him as an example to step on our classmates from other classes.”

Teachers like good students, and no one can find faults in Lin Feng Qi in all aspects. He is deeply loved by teachers of various subjects. Although their high school can also be ranked in the city, there is still a clear difference between the atmosphere of the key class and the ordinary class. After all, it is always the top students who really support the school’s reputation.

Wen Xia was in the last class at that time, and under his main guidance, the atmosphere of the whole class was full of adolescence, that atmosphere, whoever saw it would know that it was definitely not a class with good grades.

He and Lin Feng Qi are two extremes. One is so quiet that he excludes the world, and the other wishes to take all the excitement of the world into his own pocket.

People are innately curious about special things.

Wen Xia didn’t pay attention to him before, but when he noticed that there was such a person, he found that there seemed to be more things related to him around him.

For example, teachers do often use Lin Feng Qi as a positive example to beat them in class; for example, sometimes on the way to run the morning exercise, he will see Lin Feng Qi standing in the line of class A in a blink of an eye, and he is the leader; For example, going to dinner at noon, there are several windows, but sometimes when he turns his head, he can see a familiar figure in the next-door classroom, another example…

He is everywhere.

Wen Xia was always looking at him and observing him. Gradually, he will also discover some of the other’s little habits.

For example, Lin Feng Qi likes to wear turtleneck sweaters. There are three sets of school uniforms in their school, one for summer, one for spring and autumn and one for winter. When the weather cools down, everyone wears more and more clothes with the school uniform. The winter school uniform is made thick enough and has a layer of warm fleece inside. He noticed that Lin Feng Qi wore a turtleneck sweater most often.

For example, Lin Feng Qi doesn’t like spicy food. When he saw him passing by not far from him in the cafeteria, the color of the dishes on the plate was very healthy, and the red color of the peppers was rarely seen. At that time, he didn’t know whether he was not good at eating or just didn’t like it.

For example, Lin Feng Qi is actually in a daze occasionally.

for example……

By the time Wen Xia reacted, the final exam was over.

In that semester, Wen Xia’s final grades improved by leaps and bounds, but he usually didn’t feel that he was studying very hard. He just thought that when Lin Feng Qi rose, he could not help but read more books and finish two more exercises.

Before the upcoming winter vacation, Wen Xia found that he was disappointed by only one thing – not seeing Lin Feng Qi during the vacation.

He doesn’t like it.

But will someone fall in love with someone just because they look at them a few more times?

Wen Xia didn’t know, but when school started again, he began to pay too much attention to Lin Feng Qi. His monthly test scores are getting better and better every time, and his friends in the class sense the separation, and howling at him: “Lao Xia, where are you going to leave us—”

Where to?

Wen Xia glanced in the direction of Class A.

“I’m going to meet the challenges of life.” He patted his friend’s shoulder earnestly.

Wen Xia’s studies were average because he didn’t like to study. He doesn’t like this kind of boring things, but in fact he is not stupid. The most common thing that teachers have said to Wen Shanhai from childhood to adulthood is: Your child is not focused on learning but the seedling is a good seedling ……

At the end of the second semester of high school, Wen Xia was admitted to Class A and became Lin Feng Qi’s classmate.

Wen Shanhai was overjoyed, the old father snotted and cried, saying that his son has finally grown up, and he won’t let him worry about him.

Only Wen Xia knew why he was admitted to Class A.

The number of students in class A is constant. If someone enters, someone will leave, and the seats in the class will be changed again. The seating arrangement is irregular, but on the seating chart arranged by the head teacher, he and Lin Feng Qi are not together—not only are they not at the same table, but they are not in the adjacent area.

Wen Xia quietly went to find Lin Feng Qi’s deskmate, they had a good meal, and finally went to the class teacher to exchange seats on the condition of inviting the other party to lunch for half a month.

The classmate asked him, “Why do you want to switch positions with me?”

Wen Xia said sternly: “I was transferred from Class 9 alone. I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep up. After the last round of thinking, I just want to hug the thigh of the first class.”

It’s a pity that the first thigh of the grade is easy to hold, but the heart is not so easy to warm up.

Anyway, Wen Xia had been trying for three years without success.

——So, he didn’t think that after being separated for so many years, Lin Feng Ai would be warm even if they met again.

Wen Xia was depressed for a while, then got up and went to take a bath, so as to pour out his stupid thoughts.

Zou Boyan called him again to ask him to go out to play. Wen Xia just finished taking a shower and refused: “I won’t go.”

“Comrade Wen Xia, I found that you are extremely unsocial recently,” Zou Boyan said, “don’t tell me that you are really acting like a good man who cares for your family by a fake marriage.”

Wen Xia: “Haha.”

Zou Boyan tasted the emotion contained in these two words for a while, and asked, “Eldest young master, what’s the matter, are you in a bad mood?”

“You still know?”

“How can I not know about you? We grew up wearing a pair of pants, and I know what you ate last night even if just smell your fart.”

“…Aren’t you disgusting?”

“People are worried about you~”

“scram.”

“Stop joking,” Zou Boyan said, “Is it Lin Feng Qi again?”

Wen Xia frowned: “None of his business.”

“Yes, it really has something to do with him.”

“…”

If it was in the past, Wen Xia might have dragged Zou Boyan to vomit bitterly and said how hard Lin Feng Qi was to chase… But now he can’t do such a thing very much.

Maybe, feelings like this are like drinking water and knowing it.

Zou Boyan also thoughtfully did not ask any further questions, but was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, “Wen Xia, I’m serious, you still have expectations for him, right?”

Expectation is a very ambiguous term.

Does he still like him? Not necessarily, maybe it’s just the unwillingness of not getting what you asked for in the past.

But no matter what, it can be summed up – he still has some expectations.

Wen Xia hung up the phone in embarrassment.

The smell of lavender on the pillow was so faint, so faint that it could only be smelled if his head was buried as deeply as before. But he suddenly realized that his bed recognition problem seemed to be worse only in the first two days, and in the next few days, his sleep quality even stabilized at an unprecedented speed.

He originally thought that it was just because Lin Feng Qi gave him a good pillow, and the mattress and quilt were comfortable enough.

Thinking about it, Wen Xia sat up again, took off the pillowcase but nothing fell out. He turned the pillow over and found a small circle of marks on the ground. He leaned in and smelled it. It was the smell of lavender.

It should be soothing oil.

Wen Xia hugged the pillow and suddenly felt a little… at a loss.

Is it by chance? Lin Feng Qi was supposed to live in this room before, but it was vacated for him. Could this pillow be used by Lin Feng Qi before? He has such a big company, and his usual work pressure is definitely not small, for the quality of sleep at night. Is it not too much to prepare a soothing essential oil?

Well, it must be so.

Wen Xia kept persuading himself, put the pillow back, and closed his eyes to sleep.

But tonight he still lost sleep.

He didn’t fall asleep until it was nearly dawn, he overslept and was finally woken up by the smell of the Wen Dage. As soon as he opened my eyes, there were several calls from the studio on the mute phone, including Liu Feisi and Ah Deng, and everyone in the group asking him what happened and why he didn’t go to the studio.

Wen Xia looked at the time… It’s almost twelve noon?

“Fuck.” He woke up instantly, he sat up straight, and rubbed his sleepy hair a little annoyed.

It’s not okay for the boss to take the lead in absenteeism.

Wen Xia rolled over and got out of bed. After taking a shower, he felt comfortable serving Wen Dage before opening the door and going out to prepare something to eat.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard the sound of a dog scratching the door in the next bedroom.

Lin Feng Qi left earlier than Wen Xia, and locked Ah Mo in the room before leaving. Wen Xia turned to look at the extra schedule on the corridor wall. Almost every morning had the same sentence: flexibly change before going to work Free time for two pets.

Wen Xia guessed that this might mean that whoever gets up first will let his pet out for fun, and when the other person gets up, he will change the other person’s pet out.

Today, Lin Feng Qi didn’t wait for Wen Xia to get up until he went out, so he sent his big black dog back to his room first.

Who would have known that Wen Xia slept directly until the afternoon… Poor Ah Mo had been bored in the room all morning.

Dogs need more activity and space than cats. Before Wen Dage came, Ah Mo had probably never been left alone in a small space for hours. After hearing the movement outside the door, he began to whimper non-stop.

“Come here, be good, don’t make trouble.” Wen Xia said, walked over to open the door, and urged the black dog to come out.

Ah Mo jumped at him excitedly and started running around the house happily. However, Wen Xia looked at the mess in the room and the corner of his mouth twitched.

When large dogs have nowhere to vent their energy, demolishing homes is a common occurrence.

Wen Xia hesitated for a while, but decided to do a good deed every day. He have seen it all, but it doesn’t matter.

The paper fell to the ground, and the scraps of paper that Ah Mo bit out were all over the place. There were piles of dog food scattered around the dog basin. Going further inside – it was even more tragic, and the books on Lin Feng Qi’s bookshelf were all destroyed by Ah Mo. Now, everything fell to the ground one by one, and some of them were opened when they fell, the pages of the books were pressed into a mess.

Wen Xia swept the scraps of paper and dog food all over the place before going to pack up the books on the ground.

Ah Mo bit the toy and came to him.

“Wait a minute, I’m not free now, look at what you’ve done…” Wen Xia muttered as he picked it up, and suddenly stopped when he was about to reach out to pick up a book.

To be precise, it was not a book, but a diary, which was opened face-up after falling to the ground.

Wen Xia saw that it was all too familiar, it is Lin Feng Qi’s handwriting—

x year x month x day, sunny

Wen Xia talked to me, and I was too nervous to answer him properly.

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