Season Seven Unpaid

How many misfortunes a person has to go through in his life will come to the end.

How many times does a person have to play the denominator or numerator of misfortune in his life before he can draw a full stop.

Probably too many to count.

Hearing this, someone jumped out to retort: ​​You are making generalizations, and the world is inherently different for different people.

Yes, different people have different fates.

Even people with the same blood have different fates.

I know this all too well.

When standing in the sea, there is only one thought in my mind.

The water in November is really cold.

Compared with June, compared with August, or even September, it is much colder.

Fu Zhihe also fell into the sea in November. I still don't know how he survived that time.

I just remember that when he woke up that day, the first person he called was me.

"Ji Wufu, have you been drowned..."

Even though I was smarter than me at any time, why would I be so stupid at a time like this? The person who fell off the bridge was not me no matter how I looked at it.

Even though I thought so, I couldn't stop wanting to hug him and tell him: Fortunately, you're fine.

"If something happens to you, what will Mom do? What will Uncle Fu do?!"

What will I do if something happens to you.

But Fu Zhihe was never afraid of me getting angry in front of him, he always felt that I was acting like a baby with him, and took it as an honor.

"Only I can make you show that look."

Fu Zhihe didn't know, he definitely didn't know.

What kind of hope is the only driftwood on the vast ocean for the victims, which cannot be described in words and cannot be put on the lips.

I have thought countless times why Ji Lian doesn't love me.

She can love Fu Zhengming, she can love Fu Zhihe, she even loves the gypsophila pot on the balcony.

But why you just don't want to share your love with me.

On my 12th birthday, Ji Lian gave me two movie rolls, and she said: Go watch it with your friends.

But where did my friend come from, if she said this sentence, she would take back the tenderness that is only once a year.

So I nodded vigorously, took the two movie rolls, and hid the ticket stubs in my favorite book.

When the movie was halfway through that day, Fu Zhihe shook me awake.

He was still wearing the little white dress Ji Lian gave him when he went to the piano class, a brown beret, and round-toed black leather shoes.

Like a little prince coming out of a fairy tale.

I also took piano lessons, only half a session, the blond piano teacher looked at me and shook his head, then only Fu Zhihe went there alone.

"Is the movie good?" His eyes were bright and beautiful.

So I said, "It's pretty."

In fact, I didn't even understand who the protagonist was. Ji Lian might have forgotten that I was just a kid who was about to leave elementary school. Foreign language subtitles are a holy book for me.

"Liar, you're all asleep."

"...Is your class over?"

"I'm running away! Let's go, I'll take you to eat waffles."

Waffles must be the most delicious dessert in the world, and I don't accept any refutation on this point.

It's just that there are no such delicious waffles anymore. I just took a bite of the one I ordered at the seaside restaurant.

If it were the same as before, I could eat three servings.

If you go back to the past.

When I was 17, I also fantasized about going back to the past.

At that time, I thought that that year was the darkest year in my life.

When Fu Zhihe boarded the plane to England, when he disappeared into the sea of ​​people without looking back, at that time, I thought I would cry in front of everyone.

But I didn't.

Because Ji Lian cried and fell into Fu Zhengming's arms before me, so crumbling, so pitiful.

Fu Zhengming seemed so distressed that he forgot his identity as the mayor, so he hugged Ji Lian in the airport to comfort her, ignoring everyone beside him.

The next day, the city was full of news about "the mayor's son went abroad to study, and the mayor's wife shed tears at the airport", as if they were really their own mother and child.

With this newspaper and my hiking bag, I left the city and started my high school life in another city far away.

Has Fu Zhihe landed, what kind of house does he live in, is his school as big as No. [-] Middle School, is the food there delicious, can he adapt to the weather there, will he make more friends.

There were many questions in my mind, but when I finally received Fu Zhihe's email, I put my hands on the keyboard in the school computer room for a long time, and only typed a short sentence.

"As long as you live well, I'm fine too."

I am fine too.

Another lie Ji Wufu told Fu Zhihe.

But the only person in this world who knows about Ji Wufu is Fu Zhihe, so he simply called instead.The Fu family's family education is very strict, and the living expenses are just enough for his basic necessities, food, housing, and transportation. This large expense can only make up for him to find time to do part-time jobs to make up for it.

A child of the Fu family works abroad.

What an incredible thing.

When he talked about it, he was understated. He was more interested in listening to me talk about the snacks and delicacies in Shu City.

That's weird, obviously he is a person who can't eat spicy food.

In fact, I don’t like spicy food either. When I first arrived in Shu City, my stomach often hurt so much that I went to the hospital to hang a bottle. But people must adapt to the environment, otherwise they would not be able to survive.

At least, at least in the coldest winter, the hot and spicy hot pot can warm me up, from the inside to the outside, whole body.

Britain is always wet and cold, so Fu Zhihe also went to learn how to make hot pot and Sichuan cuisine, then nestled in the apartment while eating and called me, and after hanging up the phone, he went to take a bath covered in sweat.

That year really went by so slowly.

In my impression, the biggest snowfall in the city happened in the deep winter of this year.

Fu Zhihe would come back for the New Year no matter what, even if she didn't go back to her home in the capital, Ji Lian was looking forward to having the New Year's Eve dinner with him. She was so looking forward to the fact that her hair turned gray, which didn't go well with that well-maintained face.

The flight back to the city was postponed, and Fu Zhihe also came back that day. I carried the mountaineering bag I took with me when I left, and stood at the door of Fu's house, waiting for them to bring Fu Zhihe back.

I would also like to be the first to see him if I can.

I want to see if he has changed this year, whether he has gained weight or lost weight, whether he has dyed his hair in a strange color like a foreigner, whether he is much taller than me, and whether he will bring new friends with him.

The snow that day was heavy, bigger than any snow I had ever seen. I stood at the door and looked at the trail. From dusk to darkness, when the last light of dusk dissipated, I finally heard footsteps.

Fu Zhihe walked towards me from the other side of the snow field.

He was wearing a warm-looking plush hat, a gray woolen scarf, and a long black overcoat, making him look a lot taller.

One step, another step.

When he finally stopped in front of me, white mist shot out from the corner of his cracked mouth, blurring my vision.

Fu Zhihe took off the woolen scarf and put it around my neck.

"Cold?"

I shook my head.

It's actually very cold, and I can't feel my feet anymore, but when he came, I really didn't feel cold at all.

But why, the sea water in November is colder than the snow in deep winter.

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The first episode of the episode!I've been a bit busy recently, but I'll finish all the extras as soon as possible.Then the outline of the second part is already being written, and it will also be updated in this article, please take care of www