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Chapter 40

Early the next morning, before 7 o'clock, Xing Wenbo was woken up by the ringing of the bell.

Not an alarm, but a phone.

Xing Wenbo went to bed late today, his eyelids were still fighting, thinking who would be so indifferent to disturb his dreams so early in the morning, not to mention the class teacher, even the grade teacher is not good at it, if Xiao Liang, he must have Beat him up... As soon as he heard the voice from the other end, he woke up completely.

"Xing Wenbo."

Wen He called him in a low voice, his voice was a little hoarse, and he thought he had just woken up.

Xing Wenbo sat up, "What's wrong?"

This was the first time Wen He had called him since he and Wen He had known each other.

Xing Wenbo is very clear that Wen He is a person who pays attention to proportion in everything he does. He will not fail to understand how impolite it is to call someone before 7 o'clock in the morning.

Something must have happened.

"I..." Wen He thought for a long time, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say.

He was suddenly, very alone.

"It's nothing." Wen He said softly, "I'm sorry... did I wake you up?"

"Don't tell me 'nothing'." Xing Wenbo frowned, "What's the matter?"

Tougher than ever.

But this toughness suddenly made Wen He feel at ease.

He felt it.He felt the panic in Wen He's few short sentences.

That hesitant dodge made him feel distressed for no reason.

"I... was dreaming." Wen He said.

"Having a nightmare?" Xing Wenbo asked.

"Ah."

He dreamed of his mother.

I haven't dreamed of my mother for many, many years.Especially since entering high school, I don't know whether it's because the studies are too heavy, or the past is getting farther and farther away. The nightmares that haunted him for a long time have gradually disappeared.

Probably because I had too much fun yesterday, my classmates, friends, younger sister, teammates... were all by my side.Probably because the meal last night was too tender, Wen Xiaohang talked about various things in the school at the dinner table, which made Aunt Mo and Father Wen laugh.Probably out of the blue, all this gave him a feeling of "home".

This is of course his home, and he has never had any dissatisfaction.However, this home is different from the most primitive and deep-rooted "home" in memory.

Last night, he dreamed that he was at his childhood home, having dinner with his dad.The home is very real, the father is very real, even the food on the table is very real, as if this is just an ordinary day in life.While eating, Wen He felt that he had missed something. He turned his head and looked around, and suddenly saw his mother sitting on the sofa in the corner of the room.

Mom was still young and beautiful, but thin and tired.Wen He jumped off the chair, ran over, threw himself into his mother's arms, and put his arms around her neck.

Then Wen He started crying and kept crying, crying louder and louder, as if he wanted the whole world to hear his crying.His mother let him hug him without saying a word, just looked at him with a smile, Wen He read the words she didn't say from her gentle eyes——

I understand.I understand.

Your thoughts on me.

You are guilty of me.

You buried me deep in my heart, and I will never forget it forever.

I understand.

Wen He had a lot of things he wanted to say, but they were all stuck in his throat by crying. He shouted desperately, trying to wake up the whole world.

Then I really woke up.

Sitting up on the bed, he stared blankly for half a minute before Wen He slowly regained his senses.

Like every time in the past, he always wakes up and realizes that the person in the dream is no longer there.

Wen He didn't shed tears, but was in a daze for a long time.

He thought he had let go, but he hadn't.The familiar nightmare was just lurking, waiting to strike him hard at any moment.

But this time he was too caught off guard, he was immersed in reality for too long, and he was defenseless.Unlike the years when his mother just passed away, he repeatedly had those dreams of having her. Many times, he hugged her tightly in his dreams and said "I'm sorry" over and over again.

It's obviously a dream with similarities but with minor differences, but every time he enters the dream, it's like logging in again after formatting, and his past memories are wiped clean. Staying in the past, you always have to wait until the moment you wake up from the dream to understand for the thousandth or ten thousandth time—"she is no longer here".

The room was very quiet.The whole house was very quiet, and the whole family hadn't woken up yet.Wen He could only hear his own breathing and heartbeat.

His heart seemed to be suddenly hollowed out, and he suddenly felt panicked.

I am very afraid of the thought of "who will leave next".I'm scared that I won't be able to stay with anyone.I am very afraid that one day, everyone will be gone.

He will not go to his father.You can't say these things to your father.The father and son's concern for each other is reflected in a tacit trust - believing that the other party will be as strong as themselves.

The first thing he thought of was Xing Wenbo.Wanted to hear his voice right away.

Fortunately, he is here.

After Wen He finished "um", he stopped talking, and Xing Wenbo didn't ask any more questions. The two were silent on the phone for 10 seconds. Xing Wenbo said, "Do you have any plans today? How about I go and review with you?"

"Ah...?" Wen He was stunned for a while, then nodded, "...OK."

How did he know?

I not only want to hear his voice, but also want to see him.I still want to have him by my side.

How does he know everything?

More than half an hour later, Xing Wenbo rushed downstairs to Wen He's house on a bicycle with his schoolbag on his back, and then stepped into Wen He's small room for the first time.

Wen He's house has a layout of three bedrooms and one living room, with a small area of ​​less than 90 square meters.The house is a bit old by visual inspection, but it is clean and tidy. It looks like a very ordinary working family.

There was only one study table in Wen He's room, and Wen He brought a chair in from the kitchen. The two of them sat side by side, with the sound of each other's breathing and rustling writing next to their ears.Several times, Xing Wenbo raised his eyes and looked at Wen He secretly, wanting to ask him what kind of nightmare he had, and he was so frightened that he called himself early in the morning.Several times the words came to my lips, and then I took them back.

That's all.Don't ask.It's also good to just watch Wen He quietly lower his head and answer the questions.

Aunt Mo was shocked when she learned that Wen He took her classmates home to study, and insisted on staying with Xing Wenbo for dinner.Xing Wenbo was not as particular as Wen He, and should be very straightforward.Aunt Mo immediately took Father Wen out to buy groceries, and the two of them brought back half a refrigerator.

At noon, five people sat around the dining table and put a plate of prawns in front of Wen Xiaohang as usual. Chopsticks come to pick?

Aunt Mo immediately put the prawns in the middle, and personally put several of the fattest prawns in the bowls of Xing Wenbo and Wen He, and told them to eat more.

Aunt Mo and Xing Wenbo chatted very naturally, and Aunt Mo asked Xing Wenbo directly.When Aunt Mo learned that Xing Wenbo and Wen He were ranked in the same grade, her first reaction was to turn her head to look at Wen Xiaohang, who rolled her eyes, "I know, I know, I don't know how to transform, and it's impossible to learn overnight." You can learn from time to time!"

Both Xing Wenbo and Aunt Mo laughed.

Wen He looked at Xing Wenbo, then at Aunt Mo and Wen Xiaohang, then at Father Wen who had a calm face but a smile in his eyes, and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

Halfway through eating, Wen He asked Xing Wenbo in a low voice, "Do you want more shrimp?"

"Ah?" Xing Wenbo didn't understand.

Wen He pointed to the prawns in his bowl, "I haven't touched them."

Xing Wenbo looked down at the bowl, then looked up at him again, "You don't like shrimp?"

"I don't want to peel it off." Wen He said.

If he wanted to use the food he got, he never touched it.

Xing Wenbo understood, and simply picked up all the shrimps.

Xing Wenbo moved very quickly, he peeled off one piece with a brush, and then put it back into Wen He's bowl.

Wen He: "...?"

Xing Wenbo didn't look at him, then peeled off one, and put it in his bowl after peeling off.

Wen He: "..."

Xing Wenbo peeled all the prawns in the blink of an eye. He was still chatting about homework with Aunt Mo, and he handed the peeled prawns to Wen He one by one in a very natural way. His movements were smooth and smooth.

Wen He, who never ate shrimp, had to finish eating one by one silently.

Aunt Mo and Wen Xiaohang were both stunned.Only Father Wen didn't respond and continued to eat.

Aunt Mo didn't think much, but Wen Xiaohang stared at his brother and his classmates sitting across from him, lost in thought.

The ten-day winter vacation of W's third year of high school has passed.The day before the holiday, after lunch, Father Wen went out on business, Aunt Mo went into the kitchen to wash the dishes, saw Wen Xiaohang had just entered the room, Wen He called out before she closed the door: "Xiaohang."

Wen Xiaohang was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he had heard wrongly, he carefully poked his head out from behind the door, "...Brother, did you call me?"

Wen He nodded, "Do you have time in the afternoon?"

"Ah? What are you doing?" Xiaohang thought for a while, lowered his voice excitedly, and asked with his mouth, "Playing games?"

Wen He: "...No."

When Wen He entered her room, Wen Xiaohang realized that he was leading a wolf into the room.

Wen He wanted to give her tutoring.

Wen Xiaohang watched blankly as Wen He took out a pile of general review materials for the senior high school entrance examination that he had prepared for some time, and put them on Wen Xiaohang's desk, Wen Xiaohang suddenly felt that the mountains were overwhelming.

"Brother..." Wen Xiaohang looked pitiful.

Before Zhang Fanlei's incident, Wen Xiaohang would only reluctantly call Wen He "brother" in front of his parents, and it would be nice if the two could communicate in private.

In fact, it was not like this when I was a child.Since when this started, neither of them can remember clearly.

But from the day Wen He turned into a baseball boy, Wen Xiaohang looked at Wen He differently.

Wen He heaved a sigh of relief when he said brother.It's not a day or two that Wen Xiaohang's grades are not good, but Aunt Mo never dared to force him to give Wen Xiaohang tutoring.He thought about it for a long time, and finally took the initiative to bring it up.

This is something he should have done long ago.

Teaching a man to fish is worse than teaching a man to fish. Wen He didn't plan to teach Wen Xiaohang how to do the questions today. He picked out some suitable reference materials for Wen Xiaohang, sorted them out a little, and then taught her the programmatic learning methods.

Wen Xiaohang dozed off when he heard it.

Wen He knocked on the table, "Focus on it."

Wen Xiaohang raised his eyelids, "Brother, can I take a nap first..."

Wen He looked at him.

Wen Xiaohang never liked to take a nap, he was born with boundless energy and a lot of energy.

Wen Xiaohang, who was seen through at a glance, pouted aggrievedly.

Seeing that it was really difficult for her to learn, Wen He changed the subject for now: "Xiaohang".

"what?"

"That girl named Zhang Fanlei..."

Wen Xiaohang got excited all of a sudden, and sat up straight, "What's wrong? Brother, you've taken a fancy to her, haven't you?"

That would be exciting.

Wen He: "...I mean, why did she want to find you?"

Wen Xiaohang was silent.

Afterwards, Wen He got to know Zheng Hao, Mu Yu and the others about this matter and Zhang Fanlei in detail. The biggest doubt was that Wen Xiaohang and Zhang Fanlei had almost no intersection, so how did they get along?

Wen Xiaohang felt guilty when he was interrogated by Wen He's gaze, and it took him a long time to murmur: "I did say a few words about her...but it was passed on by others first, and I didn't fabricate it first...so many people said, I How do you know why she came to me..."

Wen He was also silent.

"Xiaohang," Wen He said after a long time, "from now on... don't talk about other people's affairs casually. Words are very hurtful."

"How could you hurt her," Wen Xiaohang said, "Brother, you saw it too, how fierce she was that day——"

Wen He looked at Wen Xiaohang's immature face, his expression and words were full of youthful vigor, fearless because of ignorance.Wen He rolled up a paper and tapped her on the head, "Maybe she is not as strong as she looks."

Wen Xiaohang looked at Wen He foolishly.

Wen He said casually, and pushed the book in front of Wen Xiaohang, "Don't interrupt, continue."

"Brother, don't be so arrogant," Wen Xiaohang pouted, "Don't forget, you have something in my hands!"

Wen He was stupid this time, "...Huh?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll tell them you play games too?"

Wen He chuckled.

"What are you laughing at!" Wen Xiaohang feigned anger, "Don't think I dare not!"

Wen He didn't know what to say.

He is not afraid.I don't tell my family members to play games by myself because I don't think it is necessary, and I don't want them to worry about such a trivial matter.

Even if they really knew, they would not care about him.Father Wen doesn't care, because he has always been like this with children, not because he doesn't care, but because he respects them.Aunt Mo won't take care of it because... she doesn't have enough standing and status to take care of it.

"Okay." Wen He suppressed a smile, "My little sister is merciful."

This is the first shared secret between them that is not understood by the adult world.