The Old Enemy is White Moonlight

"Boom, boom, boom."

Wen Qi opened the door, and was stunned for a moment when he saw the person coming:

"side…"

Bian Qian was still wearing Wen Qi's clothes, and her small collarbone was exposed, barely covered by her jet-black hair.

Perhaps it was because of walking outside for too long, Bian Qian's cheeks were pink and her lips were slightly dry.

"My schoolbag is still here with you, and the homework hasn't been written yet."

Wen Qi turned sideways to let Bianqian come in to change his shoes. Because of his bent over posture and the neckline being too big, Bianqian's white shoulder straps were exposed, together with the skin on the shoulder socket that was inadvertently reflected.

Wen Qi looked away and reached out to lock the door:

"Bian Qian, you came back by yourself."

Noticing that the back of the person beside him stood up for a moment, even though he knew that Bian Qian hated her, Wen Qi still stared at Bian Qian's eyes paranoidly, as if he wanted to make sure of something.

Bian Qian looked up at Wen Qi, from the three-dimensional and exquisite eyebrows, to the sharp and sharp nose, and finally stopped on the thin lips with good shape, and replied softly:

"Um."

Looking at Bian Qian's clean eyes, Wen Qi suppressed the desire to engrave someone in his arms and kiss him, then turned and went to the study.

"Boom."

The sound of closing the door is very small, so small that it can hardly be heard.

Bian Qian felt her heart was about to jump out, and her ears were burning like hell.

She opened the bedroom door, and when she passed the living room, she found that all the medicines were wrapped in a large schoolbag.

Have you even packed your things?

Bian Qian's schoolbag was placed on Wen Qi's table, and Bian Qian calmed down after touching the book.

She hasn't written any of the weekend homework assigned by the teacher now, except for the promotion papers assigned by the school, and she has not done the goals she set herself in the past few days.

10:17.

There is still enough time.

There is no need to write essays in the Chinese test paper, and the comprehensive test paper is not difficult.

Bian Qian took out the books, arranged them neatly on the table, took up as little space as possible, and wrote the paper.

Let the set A be equal to...

Is Wen Qi also doing homework?

Choose B.

The known vector satisfies...

Wen Qi said that he went out to buy flowers, but what kind of flowers did he buy back?

choose D

After writing the last question of filling in the blanks, Bian Qian regained her energy. The question type of this question had not been seen in the previous test papers, but when she was brushing the college entrance examination papers, she encountered it once by chance. Forget it, there are a few remaining conditions that need to be formulated. She used the mobile calculator to calculate the answer, but she always felt that there should be a simpler algorithm for this question.

Bian Qian clenched the draft paper tightly, and after she reacted, she had already quietly arrived at the door of the study.

"Boom."

Footsteps could be heard in the room, getting closer to the door.

The door opened, Wen Qi watched Bian Qian come over with a dozen drafts, and asked softly:

"What's wrong?"

Bian Qian met Wen Qi's deep eyes:

"Have you written the paper issued by Confucius?"

"Um."

"I want to see how you solve this problem."

Bian Qian lowered his head and took out the test paper from the draft book, and carefully pointed out which question he found to Wen Qi:

"promise."

Wen Qi looked at Bian Qian's head, with an indistinct smile in his eyes:

"come on."

After entering the door, you will see a floor-to-ceiling window, and the light and gorgeous curtains float lightly with the wind.

The remaining three sides are ash wood bookshelves that occupy the entire wall, and a desk is next to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Change an auxiliary line."

While watching Wen Qi draw another line segment on the test paper with a mechanical pencil, he took a fountain pen and began to think on the draft pad.

"Point b, substitute in."

"This step is right, continue to look down."

The thinking becomes clear little by little, and the result is about to be calculated, but Bian Qian feels that the magnetic and gentle answer that falls to the ear is more attractive than the answer that is right in front of your eyes.

Bian Qian dropped the pen, turned his face sideways, and asked hesitantly:

"Wen Qi, do you know the painter Man Tianxing?"

The first and last names were called out from Bian Qian's mouth. Wen Qi was a little surprised, and pretended not to care, and said with lowered eyes:

"Know."

"You're a painter too, right?"

"…Um."

"I really like this painter, but I've never seen her before."

Wen Qi retracted the tip of the automatic pencil. There are many picture books in her room, and it is easy to see this. But she didn't know what it was like in her heart, she was both satisfied and jealous:

"yes?"

"Wen Qi."

"Um?"

"Why did you kiss me?"

Bian Qian also covered the cap of the fountain pen, on the surface she looked cold and heartless, but in fact, the other hand on her lap was already sweating nervously.

Wen Qi's face turned cold. She held her shallow chin, and when she closed her eyes, it was hard to see her expression. She looked at it with a sense of oppression, and said in a low voice:

"Bian Qian, do you know what you are doing?"

Ripples appeared in Bianqian's eyes, and there was a temptation in her eyes that she didn't even know:

"What am I doing?"

"Bian Qian, I don't need you to repay me like this."

Wen Qi's eyes were drawn away from Bian Qian's lips, and he loosened his grip. A red mark immediately appeared on the shallow chin:

"I'll save you that day, just drop by. You don't need to have any burden."

After speaking, Wen Qi left immediately.

The curtain in front of him was blown up by the wind, and the light shone on Bianqian's face.

But it looks sad.

Bian Qian looked at Wen Qi's lonely back and didn't speak.

She seems to have hurt Wen Qi.

At noon, Wen Qi went downstairs to buy food and packed it, but there was no sign of Bian Qian at home.

She pushed open the door of the study.

Both the test paper and the fountain pen were left on the table, and a note was pasted on the side of the table. The handwriting was in italics, which seemed a little more fluent:

"I'll go home and come back in the afternoon. You should eat first."

Wen Qi clipped the stickers into the notebook on the upper left corner of the desk.

She puts the meal on the table and has no appetite.

The studio is opposite the study room, and there is a combination lock on the door.

Wen Qi hasn't opened this room for a long time. She also has a studio near the school. After coming to No. 1 Middle School, she often draws there.

Open the cloth on the cabinet, and hundreds of paintings emerge from the cardboard boxes.

Pencil, acrylic, gouache, oil paint...

All the colors are outlined and superimposed on the drawing paper, almost crazy, all depicting a person's appearance.

These paintings are the testimony of those dark emotions, obsessions that she can never restrain.

What she wanted, no matter which step she took, would hurt Bian Qian.

She could only tell herself again and again not to do it, not to approach, not to touch.

But how is it possible.

Bianqian is the falling moon falling into the brilliance, and the surging sea of ​​clouds, which is more gentle and lingering than the free wind between sunset glow and blue waves. Every time she sits in this studio, Bian Qian becomes her pulse and breath, seamlessly blending into her life.

Love in his youth grew up in a deformed and harsh land. It seemed to contain vitality, but in the end it could only turn into a terrible appearance.

She sank soberly, and after waking up, she ruthlessly cut off her desires.

She didn't want to wait any longer.

Close the door.

"Where is the person now?"

"Miss Wen, she got off at People's Park Station by subway and is walking home now."

After Bian Qian finished her homework, she planned to go home and get her clothes. She couldn't wear Wen Qi's clothes all the time.

It seems that I haven't been back for a long time, and I haven't contacted Xu Sheng for a long time.

The light was on in the villa, but the door was not closed tightly.

Only then did Bian Qian realize that she hadn't taken the key, and it seemed that Bian Renchuan was back.

Coincidentally, the husband of Xu Sheng's second marriage was also named Bian.

"Boom! Boom!"

Before Bian Qian opened the door and entered, she heard voices from the living room.

Look in through the crack of the door.

Men's and women's clothes were scattered all the way in, bright red skirts were draped over leather shoes, and the sofa behind the coffee table was shaking violently.

The sound comes from there.

Bian Qian stood motionless at the door, the blood all over his body was flowing around, but there was no temperature.

Xu Sheng doesn't have a red skirt.

Bian Qian supported the wall to stand firm, suppressing the feeling of wanting to vomit.

She walked back on stiff legs, fleeing from the house.

"Wen Qi..."

Wen Qi put Bian Qian's school uniform into the closet, and suddenly heard a knock on the door and a soft shout.

Bian Qian is sad.

As soon as Wen Qi saw the person, he was sure of this.

Even the tip of the nose is tender pink.

Bian Qian's eyes dimmed, and the agility on his face disappeared without a trace.

She pulls people in:

"Who bullied you?"

Bian Qian's eyes overflowed with tears in an instant, and he stood motionless, choked with grievance and said:

"Wen Qi, give me a hug."

Wen Qi didn't know what happened to Bian Qian after returning home, and immediately hugged Bian Qian carefully, with one hand protecting the back of Bian Qian's head and the other around his waist, fearing that if he touched Bian Qian again, there would be more new wounds on Bian Qian's body. the wound:

"Don't cry."

After just saying a word, the small body in his arms became stronger than before, and Bian Qian buried himself in Wen Qi's shoulder, smelling the unique scent of that person.

Wen Qi felt the coolness on his neck, turned his head distressedly, and rubbed his cheek against the tip of his cold ear:

"My eyes will be swollen after a while."

"I feel terrible."

"Is there something going on at home?"

Bian Qian raised his head and looked at Wen Qi with watery eyes:

"I don't want that home anymore."

Even the end of the voice trembled when he spoke.

Why are you so pitiful.

Wen Qi picked up his shallow legs, walked to the bedroom, and put him on the bed.

"Wen Qi."

"Well, here I am."

"You hug me."

Lie shallow under the quilt, carefully pull on Wen Qi's fingers, and yell softly like a small animal.

Wen Qi sat on the bench beside the bed, gently tugged at his chin, lowered his eyelashes, his eyes were full of bewitchment and unexplained connivance:

"How to hug?"

Bian Qian supported herself to sit up with her arms, and then put her arms around Wen Qi's neck, their upper bodies stuck together.

She rubbed the tip of her nose flatteringly against Wen Qi's ear.

Although Wen Qi's body was very hot, he still didn't move.

"Wen Qi..."

Bian Qian eagerly wanted to be intimate, so she held the man's wrist flatteringly:

"sorry."

Wen Qi avoids touching her, staring at her closely, the possessive desire that is about to explode is brewing in his eyes:

"Sorry for what?"

"I shouldn't have hurt you with scissors yesterday, I shouldn't have... misunderstood you, I, I was wrong..."

Bian Qian trembled and whimpered, and under the scorching gaze, she removed all disguises, and every sentence had a nasal voice after crying:

"I watched you play secretly. When the national flag was raised, I always looked for your position near the national flag team. In the first year of high school, every time I took the big exam, I would look for your name on the age ranking list, but I, I dare not, dare not..."

Wen Qi's breath became short of breath, and he tried his best to hold back the thought of wanting to hug Bian Qian, and guided with a deep voice:

"go on."

Bian Qian was unwilling to continue, her face and the corners of her eyes were filled with a thick and magnificent pink color, which was breathtaking. She raised her head, and held the side face of the person in front of her with the bandaged hand, restrained and careful. Touched the corner of Wen Qi's lips.