Fangzhong of the day

Correct posture for walking?

This analogy is really stupid, and he also accompanied the chicken soup that had been cooking for a long time.

If you really can't talk about love after drinking, it's so suitable for you to throw yourself down and do a big job.The tip of Fang Yu's tongue lingered on his teeth, feeling extremely upset.

The brain was hypoxic, and was trapped by this kid again.

Fang Yu took his eyes away from Fu Jianxi and looked around the wine cellar.Trying to suppress the sourness of the psychological turmoil, the acidity that can almost burn the esophagus and trachea.The hot air exhaled from the nostrils mixed with the aroma of wine became the only sound in this silent wine cellar that was louder than ordinary breathing.

"Fu Jianxi." Fang Mata called softly, "Have you ever played truth or dare?" Fang Mata didn't turn his head, and only left a profile for Fu Jianxi.

"Huh?" Fu Jianxi looked away from the numbers displayed on the wine cabinet, and stared at Fang Yu's side face with halo for a while, unable to distinguish the emotion of the person in front of him.

"Now I want to play alone, both truth and adventure. Do you want to play with me?" Fang Yu's voice was softly dispersed in the cold air, sounding unreal.

Fu Jianxi was stunned for a moment, Fang Yu's words were vague, but after careful thought, he could understand what it meant.The corners of Fu Jianxi's lips curled up, "Heh~! I don't want to."

Fang Yu didn't seem to be surprised or upset by his answer, he just turned his head and frowned at him and asked, "Fu Jianxi, I've always been curious...you're so cool, will you be... lonely and lonely?" cold?"

Fu Jianxi listened carefully to the whole sentence according to Fang Yu's facial expression, and then realized that the old man had made a bad joke, and it was really cold enough with the wine cellar's temperature of more than ten degrees. "Isn't loneliness the exclusive emotion of old men?" Fu Jianxi raised his eyebrows at Fang Yu, "However, it's cold, I feel it very deeply now." He raised his finger and pointed to the thermostat system monitor on the side of the bar, Temperature 14 degrees, humidity 70%...

Except for him, the two people who came here were all drinking strong alcohol.Usually, he would come in to check the temperature, adjust the lights, check the temperature and humidity, and replace stale ingredients and ingredients.At best, it took ten, twenty or ten minutes, and now it's almost an hour, just standing like this, it's no wonder it's not cold.

Fangmata sighed dully, picked up the wine and poured himself another half glass.The wide palm, the clean and slender fingers held the cup and began to shake it three times to the left and three times to the right. The ice cubes collided with the glass wall and made a crisp sound.Fang Mata stared at a beam of cold light on the wall with faint eyes. "I was born in a small town in the northwest. It was my home before I was six years old. I didn't know it when I was a child. I always felt that the homes of children all over the world are like this, and they will always be like that... Later, the earthquake covered it. It was very thorough, and when I realized it, I was sent to the largest orphanage here with only a can of ashes in my arms, along with a carload of children, big and small."

Fu Jianxi watched Fang Yu's mouth open and close, describing his past expressionlessly.For a moment, he felt as if his heart had been hit and trembled.

When Fang Mata paused, he asked, "Don't you have any relatives?" Usually, wouldn't it be better to go to a relative's house in such an encounter?

"There was only one uncle left. Later, he found out that his two sons were buried, and he had a broken leg..." Fang Yu recalled the information he had received a few years ago, and he himself once wondered why he did not visit other relatives. Home, it turns out that it is not as optimistic as I thought.

Fu Jianxi was silent again, not knowing what to say at all.

"I lived in an orphanage for a year, in a very closed state, and then met Mei Jun. On the day I was adopted by Uncle Fang, Mei Jun and I were pushing seven or eight children of the same age into the mud to beat them. " Fang Mata said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"No wonder." Fu Jianxi raised her head slightly, looked at the lights above her head and smiled.No wonder Mei Jun became a bandit leader. He has an advantage called talent.

"Yes, that was the only channel for me to vent my emotions that year, and it was that kind of aura that made Uncle Fang take a fancy to me. At that time, it seemed that I was adopted by a family with good conditions. It was true that the conditions were good. But the character is not a child. Uncle Fang’s name is Fang Boqun. His wife Fang Qin passed away after giving birth to congenital heart disease. Fang Qin inherited his mother’s system. A child with congenital heart disease has been weak and sick since he was a child. He was bullied at school and has a calm personality. And timid. So...then there was me."

"You? What are you doing at such a young age?" Fu Jianxi asked Fang Yu almost before he finished speaking, and then regretted it. What can he do?Be a caregiver, a bodyguard, a follower who can beat and be beaten.With his IQ, he can only think of this!

Fang Yu turned his head and smiled, but did not answer Fu Jianxi.

"The next thing is the important point... Fang Qin and I have been with each other for 21 years, almost inseparable, until he got married and I moved out of Fang's house. I didn't understand what happened to me for so many years?" Fang Yan stopped to look Focusing on Fu Jianxi, "Do you know what's going on?" After he asked, a self-deprecating smile kept hanging on his face.

"Bai Yueguang." Fu Jianxi said bluntly.

"Not quite right." The corners of Fang Yu's mouth curved a little more, he guessed almost right, and Fu Jianxi really misunderstood him. "Both Ding Lening and Mei Jun threatened to break my legs because of this incident. Ha... At that time, I didn't understand what was going on, so I never explained it clearly to them."

Fu Jianxi suddenly didn't want to hear it anymore, it felt quite messy!He just rejected Fangmata with the move of eighteen bends of the mountain road a few minutes ago. Is it useful to listen to this now?It just adds to the trouble!

But obviously Fang Matata didn't intend to let him go, he kept drinking and talking.

"The night I met you for the first time...we met five times in a row in the following week. In fact...I should...thank you the most! Thank you, Fu Jianxi!" Jian Xi raised her glass and drank it down.

Fu Jianxi hugged her chest with her hands pressed on the operating table, and rubbed her temples with the pads of her index fingers.Looking irritated and impatient at Fang Mata, who was half-drunk, why did he spend so long listening to the nagging of a drunk.

Recalling childhood, misery, twists and turns, but so what?It's all over, isn't it?

The growth experience is not perfect, but it has grown so big.Although it was a bit crooked, but after getting in touch with him recently, he found that this person's character is not too crooked.

Then what?Is this to spend one night listening to his big talk about life?

"Ding Lening said that it was dependence and being dependent on each other. I didn't understand it at first. I met you... I realized it was like that. I am facing him and facing you... They are two completely different moods. Do you understand?" Fang Yan's eyes Looking at Fu Jianxi lazily, there was a gentle smile on the corners of his mouth, eyes and eyebrows, and the smile enveloped Fu Jianxi.

"Go upstairs when you're drunk, don't lie about your life here. If you're not drunk, I can still bear to listen to you say a few words, save you from being a bear now, I want to punch you every minute, knock you down, tomorrow See you!" Fu Jianxi said to Fangmata, suppressing her irritability, her chin slightly raised, and her thumb rubbing against her chin.

"Hehehe~! You really can't hear it... People treat you well when they confess their love to you, right?...Fu Jianxi, I treat you well...There is no need to repay it! Feelings are not equal..."

Can't listen to others confessing to him?No, he will listen to it many times a year, in various forms and in various poses!

Be nice to him, why?There are no people in this society who would sacrifice their lives to treat you well.

Fang Mata raised a dangling finger, pointed to Fu Jianxi, then pointed to his own eyebrows and said, "My eyebrows... are beautiful, don't twist them!" He drank another half glass of wine, "Listen to me It's over,...it's a bit long-winded today, but...listen to me first." Fang Yan's eyes darkened, his eyes were deep, and he locked on the blurred outline of Fu Jianxi's face.

Fu Jianxi let out the pent-up air in her chest, "Say!"

"I like you, so I know that I don't like Fang Qin, at least it's not the kind of love... You understand, family love, yes relatives. I left my longing for home and my parents' thoughts for me in there. In the pile of ruins..., the me in the orphanage...is not me, I often see me sitting on the pile of ruins...but I...why am I lying on the bed in the orphanage again?" Fang Yu frowned deeply, subconsciously He squinted his eyes, as if he was thinking about an unsolvable puzzle, his eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment.

Fu Jianxi felt a strong foreign body sensation in her throat, as if something was stuffed, and she couldn't spit it out or swallow it.

Uncomfortable!

He didn't even care about Fang Yu's saying that he liked him, because those few words kept lingering in his ears, sometimes far away and sometimes near.

'I often see myself sitting on that pile of ruins. '

'Why are you lying on the bed in the orphanage again? '

'I left my longing for home and my parents' thoughts on me in the ruins. '

"I missed it... Later I met Fang Qin. He was very kind to me, very good! Subconsciously... I put my longing for my parents and my longing for home... on him. Fang Boqun is too ambitious. From Qin's childhood until his marriage, there were only the two of us...a driver and a nanny..." Fang Yan began to soften his expression and calm down his tone as he spoke, counting the mutual dependence of the two.

A weak body needs constant protection in order to find a sense of existence when there is no mother and father in the cold!

A mentally lonely and desolate person needs someone to treat him well, so that he can always remind him that there is still meaning in life!

For the two young children, this kind of encounter started too hastily, and the process was frustrating, but it was a miracle that it finally came true.

What Fang Mata needs is spiritual sustenance, what Fang Qin needs is a sense of presence!

Fang Matata was already drunk, but he kept talking, but his tone was lower and his tone was much calmer. "Fang Qin is getting married... I want to get married too, this is Uncle Fang's request. You have seen, my fiancée is very beautiful, right?... She is also the department flower of your Academy of Fine Arts, hehe! How perfect!" The wine bottle, which was about to bottom out, shook.

Fu Jianxi stepped forward slowly, holding a tray in her hand.The tray was placed on the table under the bar counter, and the ice bucket, black glaze disk, wooden plate, and the wine glass in Fangmata's hand were all placed on the tray by Fu Jianxi, and turned back to the operating table.

"Eh? You still drink here, Mr. Fu, are you not afraid that I will complain to you?" Fang Yan stretched his fingers against his forehead, looked at Fu Jianxi's back, dangling in front of the console, so unreal, like a dream , He didn't say anything when he woke up from the dream, and this person never came.

"Hurry up, you can walk out of this door completely, and I have nothing to say if you call me uncle from now on." Fu Jianxi tidied up and went back.

"Hahaha~! I just love to hear you hurt me, hurt me a few words, the whole body is smooth! Hey..." Fang Mata let out a long sigh.

He didn't know what effect he had said so much on dealing with Jian Xi.

Now, the only thought is to quickly find a safe place to lie down and fall asleep, and if he continues to babble, he doesn't know what he can say, and his brain can no longer control his mouth.

Fu Jianxi tidied up quickly, and when she turned her head again, Fang Yan was resting on the bar with his elbows, resting his forehead with his fingers, and seemed to have fallen asleep.It's not sleeping, it should be completely drunk!

What a promise!What's the matter?

He's heard the confession eight hundred times, if not a thousand times, and it's the first time he's sent someone back to sleep after listening to it, he's paralyzed!

Fu Jianxi leaned on the console and looked at Fang Yu's three-quarter profile. He looked obedient and good-looking when he was drunk!

There are no joyful eyes, no non-stop chattering mouth, and no expression of confusion and pain trapped in memories.

Hey, what a fucking childhood to have!

I can still live like this, excluding the process, it seems to be pretty good right now.

By the way, we are still getting married!

The author has something to say:

This chapter gives us a life reminder: don’t confess your love when you’re drunk!

The atmosphere in this chapter is a bit ballsy and sad!

good night!

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