Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

Fu Zhijing came back to his senses, closed the notebook in his hand, and looked a little disappointed: "My dear, can't I read it?"

Shi Rong would never be fooled by his appearance again. He stretched out his hand to take his diary back from the man's hand, "Yes, you can't read it!"

He didn't know how much Fu Zhijing had read. Thinking of what he had written in the notebook, he felt flustered and angry.

"Be good." Fu Zhijing held his wrist and pulled it gently, and Shi Rong fell into his arms. The man lowered his head with gentle eyes: "Do you want to read the diary I wrote?"

With his heart pounding, Shi Rong stubbornly wanted to get the notebook in Fu Zhijing's hand. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in what the man said, he just remembered that Fu Zhijing didn't have the habit of writing a diary.

"Good boy." Fu Zhijing felt a pang in his heart when he thought of what he saw. "I want to read the diary you wrote. At the same time, I also want to write down my feelings in it..."

"Okay, be a good boy?"

Shi Rong was shocked, stopped moving and raised his head. He only saw tenderness and care in Fu Zhijing's eyes, not a trace of teasing.

He put down his hand, turned his face away, and changed the subject rudely: "Let's continue making dried flower photo frames."

This is promised.

Fu Zhijing put away Shi Rong's diary.

Then, the two of them applied hot glue to the dried flowers and fixed them in the photo frame. Wrap the removed ribbon around the flower, add the photo frame, and the production is complete...

Shi Rong placed the photo frame on the desk and turned around, as if he had made up his mind: "Fu Zhijing."

"Ok?"

"I want to kiss you."

Before Fu Zhijing could react, Shi Rong raised his head slightly, put his hands on his neck, and kissed him...

The boy's lips were very soft and sweet, and his kissing skills were a bit awkward, but he showed a different kind of cuteness. His beautiful eyes were closed shyly, and the tip of his nose was powdery.

Something brushed against my cheek, and the curtains were blown up, making a rustling sound.

Is it the wind?

Fu Zhijing took Shi Rong's waist and kissed her back fiercely.

The wind is moving, and so is his heart...

……

After returning to the room, Fu Zhijing opened Shi Rong's diary.

He had always known that Shi Rong was cold and indifferent on the surface, but in fact he was straightforward and brave, but no one was worthy of him.

And how lucky he was.

This diary seems to be old, and the pages are somewhat yellowed. Fu Zhijing turned to the first page and saw a row of cute and crooked fonts.

——Father's Beijing Film I said that going to elementary school was fun. It's all fake. I hate him and I hate going to school.

Shi Rong seems not to care about remembering dates and weather when writing a diary, and her words are full of childishness. Judging from the diary, this should have been written when Shi Rong was six years old.

He was still young and didn't know many words, and he couldn't pinyin, so he had to find words with homophones instead.

Fu Zhijing smiled, as if he saw a glutinous rice dumpling. He lay on the desk and thought for a while, then with a sullen face, he wrote this diary line by line...

The slender fingers turned another page.

——Xiao Mao said he would be friends with me, but he still wants to play with others. I don't want to be friends with him anymore.

——Brother Ah Jing gave me a lot of candies and I like him.

——Toothache, spanked by mother. I hate my father's capital.

——The homework is never finished. Brother Ah Jing wrote it for me, I like him.

——Fu Zhijing talked to Ji Zhuang, and I don’t want to talk to him anymore.

——Brother Ajing helped me with my homework again, please forgive him once.

……

The handwriting gradually became neater, and his name was gradually written correctly by Shi Rong. And in so many small diaries, his name almost always appears...

The smile in Fu Zhijing's eyes seemed to overflow. He turned page after page, until he reached a certain page. His hand stopped, his heart twitched, and it hurt terribly.

——I have no parents anymore. Why wasn't I the one who died? My parents were in the car accident because they picked me up from school...

——Aunt Fu and Brother Ah Jing are very good to me, but I miss my parents very much.

——Someone told me that I am a drag. Sooner or later, Aunt Fu and Brother Ah Jing will kick me out. I don't want to leave them. Without them, who would be so kind to me?

——Brother Ajing and I are studying at home together. I know I'm selfish, but I just want Brother Ajing to be by my side all the time... He's all I have.

——I have fallen in love with Brother Ajing... No, I don’t want to call him brother anymore. I like him, will he like me?

——Fu Zhijing, Fu Zhijing, Fu Zhijing...

Fu Zhijing remembered that during that period, Shi Rong refused to call him brother anymore and always called him by his first name.

He felt lost in his heart, feeling that as Shi Rong grew up, he might gradually become a stranger to him...

He was doubly kind to Shi Rong, but even so, he never heard the word "brother" from the young man's mouth again.

It turned out to be like this...

Fu Zhijing's mood was ups and downs, and he turned another page.

——Fu Zhijing looks at me very gently, not to satisfy any of my requests, but this is not the case with others. Does he also like me a little bit?

——Tomorrow is my coming-of-age ceremony, and I want to confess my love to Fu Zhijing at that time.

--Why? Why? I hate Song Zhiyun, I hate this world, and I hate even more... myself.

——I want to lock Fu Zhijing up. I want only me in his eyes, and all his tenderness is only for me...

Fu Zhijing curled his fingers tightly together, with strong emotions rolling in his cold eyes. It took a long time before calmness returned. However, his eyes were already bloodshot.

His hands trembled as he continued to read.

——Since in the parallel world, Mi Mi will be with Fu Zhijing, then why won't Fu Zhijing fall in love with me? He obviously likes men, he obviously does.

——I want to seduce Fu Zhijing.

——"Fu Zhijing's Seduction Plan"

The first plan is to get wet. I pretended to fall in the bathroom, with my white shirt clinging to my body, so that Fu Zhijing could see me like that. The effect was very good, I heard Fu Zhijing's breathing was a little rapid.

Don't you like men?

The second plan is taste. I lay on the bed and sent a bunch of garbled codes to Fu Zhijing. Sure enough, Fu Zhijing came...a little nervous and really shy.

The next day, I noticed that Fu Zhijing's eyes were a little dark. Was he thinking of something bad? Did you do it thinking of me?

The third plan...

Fu Zhijing couldn't stand it anymore.

Shi Rong's seduction plan was indeed successful. He was completely distracted by him and all he could think about was him. Even in the dream, his delicate face with tears in his eyes...

Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Fu Zhijing turned to the first page, took out his pen, and left lines of vigorous handwriting next to Shi Rong's diary...