He Rijun coming again

Feng Qingzhu held Luo Zhiwen's hand: "Then what should I post?"

Luo Zhiwen was puzzled: "What happened?"

"If I want...to find you." Feng Qingzhu asked with difficulty, "Isn't it good to smile? I see that when you chat with me, you never send..."

I never post emoticons, and sometimes, I don’t even bother to type punctuation marks.

Luo Zhiwen heard a trace of grievance from Feng Qingzhu's tone.

His eyes widened in shock: "do you want me to send you something, smile?"

Feng Qingzhu pursed his lips and remained silent.

Luo Zhiwen sat cross-legged on the sofa, tilted his head, thoughtfully: "Brother Feng, are you afraid that I will go on a blind date behind your back?"

"No." Feng Qingzhu denied it flatly, then turned his head in embarrassment, "Auntie arranged a blind date for you, I'm worried."

"What if it was before?" He smiled, "Are you wishing that I would get a divorce as soon as possible..."

"Ah Wen!"

"Okay, let's not talk about it." Luo Zhiwen also felt that it was annoying to turn over old accounts, but he rarely saw Feng Qingzhu so awkward, so he couldn't help leaning over, "But Brother Feng, my mother still wants to take me there on weekends." For blind dates, she still has to sit on the side to supervise."

Supervise Luo Zhiwen, to prevent him from chatting to death at the beginning, and to prevent Feng Qingzhu from making trouble.

Feng Qingzhu held him in his arms with a gloomy expression, reluctantly: "I'll sit farther away."

Just a little farther away.

Luo Zhiwen couldn't help laughing again, and then took Feng Qingzhu's phone and made a dozen expressions.

Feng Qingzhu lightly tapped his chin on his shoulder, looked at the colorful cartoon patterns on the screen, and frowned in embarrassment.

That night, Luo Zhiwen, who came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, received an emoticon package from Feng Qingzhu: [Hug].

The little man who was crying with noodles held the cat in his arms, shaking it from side to side.

"Brother Feng?" He stood in the living room and called, "Did you press the wrong button?"

The bedroom door opened, and Feng Qingzhu, who was wearing pajamas, said stiffly, "Sleep."

"Huh?" Luo Zhiwen wiped his hair with a towel.

Feng Qingzhu gritted his teeth: "Hold and sleep."

After finishing speaking, he closed the bedroom door forcefully, blocking Luo Zhiwen's laughter and his teasing gaze.

Feng Qingzhu crossed his arms and sulked for a while.

It's no wonder that he doesn't know how to use emoticons. It's a person who has been reborn with memories from decades ago, and he can't catch a cold with modern electrical appliances.

Back then, when he wanted to see Ah Wen, he had to wait until it was time to light the lamps, climb over the wall and enter the yard, or write a formal letter and entrust someone he trusted to bring it into Luo's house.

It takes ten days to wait for a reply envelope, and after receiving it, it will take a longer time to ponder it.

How is it now?

Feng Qingzhu picked up the phone, poked at the emoji on the screen, and sighed.

It's not that he doesn't want to post [sleep], but in the emoji package that Luo Zhiwen downloaded for him, there are very few pictures expressing "sleep", even if there are, there are not two people in the pictures that are sent out.

So Feng Qingzhu can only send [hug].

Luo Zhiwen hugged the phone and laughed for a long time, and even wanted to take a screenshot and post it on Moments, but thinking of his parents who were still angry, he immediately withdrew his hand to take the screenshot.

He wiped his head and ran back to the bedroom.

Feng Qingzhu only turned on a small lamp beside the bed, holding a paper book and reading it.

"Brother Feng." Luo Zhiwen got into the quilt, and put his cold feet on Feng Qingzhu's calf, "Who do you think my parents will introduce me to?"

He took out his mobile phone and looked through all the age-appropriate people in the circle of friends who didn't have boyfriends and girlfriends: "It's too embarrassing, how can we be friends in the future..."

Luo Zhiwen raised his head sadly, seeing that Feng Qingzhu was still reading, he sighed.

What a mess between them.

On Friday, Luo Zhiwen called home.

His mother said: "Do you remember us?"

Luo Zhiwen smiled wryly: "Mom, I really don't want to go on a blind date."

"Ah Wen, I just can't figure it out." His mother took a deep breath, puzzled, "What kind of person you are, your father and I know very well... When you were not popular when you wrote lyrics, , a singer sneered at you, and you didn’t say anything to your face, but then it became popular, and you never wrote a single song for that singer’s company!”

"...When you're working, you know how to hold grudges. How can you forgive the Feng family kid when it comes to emotions?"

"...He doesn't love you, he made you wait for three years in vain! Now that he's divorced, he regrets it and wants you to go back. How can there be such a cheap thing in the world?"

Luo Zhiwen fell into a long silence.

From the point of view of his parents, he is a bitch.

It was as if Feng Qingzhu was obsessed with Feng Qingzhu. After three years of hard work, he finally got the divorce agreement. As soon as his ex-husband repented, he would stick to it.

"Mom, it's hard for me to explain this to you, but it's not that Brother Feng doesn't love me."

"Luo Zhiwen!"

"Mom, really, even if I go tomorrow, it's impossible to date someone else." Luo Zhiwen said bravely, "I'm going to remarry Brother Feng."

The phone was hung up harshly.

Luo Zhiwen fell down on the sofa, covering his face in pain, for a moment, he let out a long sigh.

If you don't say something now, you will say it later.

In short... what to say.

Feng Qingzhu in the company turned the cap of his pen lightly, which was a sign of his anxiety.

"Mr. Feng!" Five or six employees stumbled into the office, each of them holding a large stack of documents in their arms, "Mr. Feng, according to your request, here are the documents of all the partners of the Luo... Luo family."

"Put it on the table." Feng Qingzhu nodded his chin indifferently, and when everyone left, he immediately took out a copy, directly turned to the column of family relations, and looked down.

Han Qianshan's phone call also came: "Brother Feng, I found the photo, can I send it to your phone?"

"Okay." Feng Qingzhu glanced at the chat box, remembered the emoticon package Luo Zhiwen had downloaded for him, and reservedly said [Thank you].

A naive little mouse appeared on the screen, cupping its hands at Han Qianshan's head.

Feng Qingzhu: ...

Han Qianshan: ...

Han Qianshan: Sister-in-law... sister-in-law?

Feng Qingzhu: Yes.

Feng Qingzhu: He pressed it.