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When Zhou Yu'an was buying an umbrella in a convenience store, she met a colleague who talked a lot, and was forced to chat for a while, and when she was about to go out in a hurry, she received a call from Mingyan.

"Lolo, I've arrived in Wenhua City, where are you?"

He didn't expect Mingyan to conduct a surprise inspection, and panicked: "Mom, why did you come here so quietly, where are you?"

"I just came out of the mall and bought you some things that you have liked since you were a child."

Zhou Yu'an thought for a while and said, "I'm having dinner with my colleagues outside to build a corporate culture, and I won't be able to go back until very late, so I may not be able to see you tonight."

Mingyan's voice was a little tired, and she said: "Have dinner with colleagues at night, let's have fun first, don't drink too much wine, if it's too late, let someone take you back, I'll come and see you tomorrow, be good."

Zhou Yu'an noticed that Ming Yan was depressed, so she said a few words of concern, and finally agreed to see you tomorrow before hanging up the phone.

He glanced at the time, twenty or ten minutes had passed since the agreed six o'clock, and it was still raining heavily outside, so he hurriedly opened the new umbrella he had just bought and ran out.

The night is completely pulled from the sky to the ground, the colorful umbrellas on the street fluctuate up and down, the taillights of cars blur into gorgeous spots, huge billboards light up one by one, and there are radiant neon signs everywhere, reflected in the large and small water pools , like colorful wine overflowing the floor.

Holding a small yellow umbrella, Zhou Yu'an ran to the shopping mall through the crowd, he was afraid that Zhong Fuchu would not wait for him to leave.

The rich water vapor in midsummer, together with his expectation and joy, slowly transpired in the night and condensed on the air-conditioned glass window.

But he didn't see Zhong Fuchu at the entrance of the shopping mall. He made several calls anxiously, but he didn't get through.

Could it be that when Zhong Fu saw that he was late for the first time, he let him go in anger?

No way!

Zhou Yu'an didn't want to give up, he searched around in a daze, when a car next to him ran over a puddle like a reborn car, the splashed water chilled his heart, he didn't care, wiped his face and continued try to find.

Finally, after turning an intersection, he saw Zhong Fuchu's figure.

He didn't open an umbrella, and walked alone in the direction of the parking lot amidst layers of rain, looking for a port to anchor like a boat returning from the rain.

Zhou Yu'an suddenly remembered the summer afternoon 12 years ago, when Zhong Fuchu's back was so gloomy and gloomy. After rushing to Zhong Fuchu's side with great strength, he raised his hand a little higher and put the umbrella on top of his head.

The sound of rain from all directions surrounded them, and Zhou Yu'an had no choice but to say loudly: "Doctor Zhong! I'm sorry! I'm late, but I didn't mean to, don't be angry, okay?"

He cautiously raised his head to look at Zhong Fuchu, but before he could see his face clearly, he was suddenly pulled into his arms.

Zhong Fuchu hugged his waist tightly, clasped his neck with his left hand and pressed into his arms, with full strength, the body temperature wrapped him up through the soaked shirt, creating an illusion of skin-to-skin contact.

Zhou Yu'an's eyes widened in surprise, and then heat crept up his cheeks, his heart was beating violently, and he obediently stayed in Zhong Fuchu's arms, feeling dizzy.

"Doctor Zhong, what's wrong with you?" His face was pressed against the side of Zhong Fuchu's neck, and when he spoke, his lips brushed against the slightly cold skin with warm air.

Zhong Fuchu didn't answer him, but just hugged him tighter, and he didn't care about the various looks from many passers-by on the road.

Zhou Yu'an seemed to be wrapped up in him, the rainwater hit the umbrella surface densely, and it was airtight to the sound of his heartbeat, making it hard to breathe.

He couldn't see Zhong Fuchu's expression, but he seemed to feel that his whole body was under the rain of June, like a person drifting on the sea hugging a driftwood, so hard, so tightly attached.

He had no choice but to continue to hold the little yellow umbrella, opened up a small safe haven in the rain, and asked softly:

"Doctor Zhong, are you unhappy?"

He thought Zhong Fuchu would ignore him, but he heard Zhong Fuchu say in a deep voice:

"Zhou Yu'an, you're late."

The words were obviously to blame, but it seemed that there was no point of accusation.

Zhou Yu'an was stunned for a moment, he couldn't understand the deep meaning of it, but said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I will never be late again, I will definitely arrive early, and I will never let you wait for me again."

He still wanted to continue to make promises, but Zhong Fuchu let him go and took the umbrella from him.

Zhou Yu'an was a little bit reluctant to give up the warmth of his embrace, he looked up, but was stunned.

He has never seen Zhong Fuchu's gaze like this, it seems that some heavy emotions have been wiped away, and then washed away by the rain all night, the neon lights are reflected in his eyes, like a long-scented wine, in his eyes. Light and shadow are moving slowly at the place where joy and sorrow intersect.

His mind went blank for a moment, until Zhong Fuchu suddenly put his arms around his waist and took him into his arms, and then galloped past a battery car behind him.

The bridge of Zhou Yu'an's nose bumped against Zhong Fuchu's shoulder, and he couldn't help touching his nose as if he had just woken up from a dream, feeling a little embarrassed.

Zhong Fuchu asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Yu'an shook his head again and again, he looked up at Zhong Fuchu, and suddenly laughed, Lin Lang's smile overflowed from the two dimples, it was as sweet as honey.

The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and he even laughed out loud.

Love and happiness cannot be hidden, like an orange fruit full of branches, falling to the ground and cracking at the end of autumn, fragrant all night, so that travelers who smell it can't help showing their faces, and temporarily forget the fatigue and dust of the journey.

Zhong Fuchu looked down at him, there seemed to be a faint smile in his eyes, and asked, "What are you smirking at?"

Zhou Yu'an's throat was a little itchy, and suddenly he bent down and sneezed. He sniffed his nose and said softly, "I just feel very happy to see you, and I really want to see you every day!"

Zhong Fuchu clenched the handle of the umbrella, looked away, and landed on his soaked clothes, frowning, "How did you do it?"

Zhou Yu'an looked at his clothes, curled his lips and said, "A car drove through a puddle, and the water splashed on me." He laughed and said, "Like a fountain, if I wasn't in a hurry to find you, I would have scolded that driver. "

"I have to go back to take a shower and change clothes." Zhong Fuchu ignored his joke, and said in an unquestionable tone, "You just finished the operation, and your lungs can't catch cold."

Zhou Yu'an was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was not going to the concert, and his anxious tongue was about to interrupt, "I'm fine! The clothes will dry in a while, and, besides, Xu Xing went out tonight, I can't go back without the key."

He was so impatient that he had to tell a little lie.

Zhong Fuchu touched his forehead with the back of his hand, and said with a worried expression, "Then go back to my house and change the wet clothes first, and go to the concert if you have time."

Zhou Yu'an froze for a moment, he couldn't believe his ears, but the corners of his mouth turned up presumptuously, his voice was trembling with excitement: "Okay! Go home, go home!"

Come home well, come home well, the concert is no big deal!

Seeing Zhou Yu'an's joyful appearance, Zhong Fu slightly lifted the corner of his mouth, and said, "I'll go pick up the car first."

Zhou Yu'an was led by Zhong Fuchu to the parking lot. The narrow umbrella could not cover them all. He never noticed that the umbrella was always on his side. His attention was all on his hands, and he was quietly pulling Holding onto Zhong Fuchu's sleeve, as if afraid of being discovered.

He turned his head to look at Zhong Fuchu, the hazy street lights and neon lights were beside him, and the sharp side lines were also softened, which made people's heart throbbing in the hot rainy night.

"Concentrate on walking." Zhong Fuchu said suddenly.

Zhou Yu'an came back to his senses, turned his head and looked straight ahead, his ears turned red suddenly, he felt that Zhong Fuchu was so gentle tonight, it made him want to push forward unconsciously.

"Doctor Zhong, I will go to the hospital to see you later, okay?"

"it is good."

"Doctor Zhong, can I continue to invite you out to play in the future?"

"it is good."

"Doctor Zhong, can I stay at your house tonight?"

"it is good."

……

Zhou Yu'an felt that Zhong Fuchu was a bit indulgent to him, as if Zhong Fuchu would agree to whatever he asked.

He kept reminiscing about the inexplicable and pleasant hug just now, until he got into Zhong Fuchu's car, all his attention was attracted by the full car of Pikachu.

There was a Pikachu pendant hanging on the mirror, and the back seat was full of Pikachu dolls. He turned his head in shock and asked, "Doctor Zhong, do you like Pikachu?"

Zhong Fuchu did not shy away, and nodded.

Zhou Yuan rolled his eyes and remembered the DIY Pikachu he made before, and couldn't help asking: "Then is the Pikachu I gave you still there?"

Zhong Fuchu leaned over to help him fasten his seat belt, and said, "It's at my house."

The body approaching suddenly, the warm breath blowing, and the posture that almost embraced him made Zhou Yu'an's face hot, and his body was also a little hot. He quietly stretched out his hand to point the air outlet of the air conditioner at himself, but Zhong Fuchu suddenly Holding his slender wrist, he frowned and said:

"You can't blow on the air conditioner yet."

Zhou Yu'an blushed and nodded before Zhong Fuchu let go of his arm and drove away.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked out of the car window, and quietly pressed his fingers on the wrist that Zhong Fuchu had held just now, and felt his own pulse.

Oops, my pulse is unstable.

A line that he didn't know where to read flashed in his mind: "The pulse is fluent and smooth, it is the pulse of joy."

What a mess, Zhou Yu'an shook his head.

Zhong Fuchu's house was in Yunlin Community, near Wenhua University, and the rain had stopped when they arrived.

Zhou Yuan felt nervous after getting out of the car. He followed Zhong Fuchu and memorized the route and unit number all the way, and even the cat downstairs deliberately memorized the coat color.

After Zhong Fuchu entered the door, he rummaged through the shoe cabinet for a while, and found out a pair of slippers for him.

Zhou Yu'an looked down, and it turned out to be Pikachu's, with two ears pricked up.

"..."

He obediently put it on and looked up again.

Hey, is this Pikachu's lair?

Perhaps Zhong Fuchu was a little embarrassed, and said "I'll pour water", then turned and went to the restaurant.

Zhou Yu'an's body was wet, and he stood awkwardly in the living room, not daring to move around, just looking around.

Zhong Fuchu's house was very clean, so clean that he felt that there was no breath of life. He thought with satisfaction that there should be no golden house here.

Zhong Fuchu came over and handed him the glass of warm water, Zhou Yuan said thank you, after drinking it all, his eyes fell on the gauze of Zhong Fuchu's right hand, he touched it with his hand and found it was wet, He hurriedly said, "Doctor Zhong, your hand...do you need to re-bandage it?"

"I'll handle it myself."

"What do you do with one hand? Let me help you!" Zhou Yu'an volunteered.

Zhong Fuchu saw his courteous look, so he had no choice but to take him to his room, take out the medicine box from the cabinet, take out new gauze and medicine, and instruct Zhou Yu'an how to do it.

Holding his breath, Zhou Yu'an used medical scissors to gently cut open the old gauze. The moment he saw the wound, he couldn't help but feel the pain. He unconsciously leaned over and blew on the wound.

Whenever he bumped into something when he was a child, his mother always told him that.

Zhong Fuchu's hand was withdrawn abruptly, with a worried expression on his face, Zhou Yu'an was stunned, not knowing what he did wrong, but still apologized: "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing." Zhong Fuchu suppressed the emotion in his eyes, and asked Zhou Yu'an to bandage the wound for him.

After that, Zhong Fuchu went to find him toiletries and pajamas, and he stayed in Zhong Fuchu's bedroom to observe quietly.

It turned out that Zhong Fuchu was still in the golden house.

Zhou Yu'an looked at the huge Pikachu doll on the bed, ravaged its ears, and asked softly:

"Pikachu, Brother Pi, Papa Pi, when will you be laid off and give me your position?"

Of course Pikachu didn't answer him, and he walked to the glass window by the wall again, and was surprised to find that it was full of gadgets.

All kinds of children's toys, candies, pencil drawings...it looks like a gift from a child. I didn't expect Zhong Fuchu to collect these little things.

Then he saw a black-and-white photo in the middle of the grid, in which was a smiling teenager with two dimples at the corners of his mouth.

Could the person in the posthumous photo be Zhong Fuchu's younger brother?So it was mentioned earlier that the clock will be like that at the beginning?

He looked down again, the space below was empty, only an old yellow umbrella, and the paper Pikachu he had given to Zhong Fuchu before.

The umbrella was obviously old. The surface of the umbrella was clean but a little weathered and faded. He took the umbrella out carefully. There was a name tag with some vague writing on the handle.

There are three words crookedly written on it:

Zhou Yuan.

His eyes suddenly became sore.

Unexpectedly, such an insignificant kindness would be cherished so much by Zhong Fuchu.

But he himself had forgotten for so long.