Mountains and seas have a home

After Fu Zhong entered, the door closed automatically, Ji Yao locked the inside and outside, and opened the shielding device.There is a painting hanging on the wall at the entrance, which is Van Gogh's masterpiece "Sunflower". The bright yellow color makes the corridor immediately resplendent.The painting is not the real one, but a fake. Fu Zhong stood under the fake painting, looked at it for a while, and asked, "Do you like this painting?"

"What I like is not the painting, but the loneliness in the picture." Ji Yao replied, his back was facing "Sunflower", and he was opening the maple cabinet to find a new pair of shoes for Fu Zhong. "This loneliness makes me feel very sad. Familiar, though its shades are so bright."

After speaking, he put his shoes in front of Fu Zhong's toes, closed the cabinet door and walked into the living room, and put the bag containing the shirts on the low table next to the sofa.Fu Zhong changed his shoes before entering the house. He walked around the island and walked into the kitchen, where he piled up a bag of bought ingredients on the marble countertop.

The kitchen in Ji Yao's house is semi-enclosed, and the living room can be seen from the open partition door.Fu Zhong watched Ji Yao come out of the bathroom in a hurry while wearing a belt, and asked, "Can I start work?"

"Of course, the whole kitchen is yours. There are everything you need, and the seasonings are brand new." Ji Yao answered him from a distance, "You don't need any special ingredients, right? You don't need to have dinner. Such a lot of work."

Fu Zhong was taking out a bag of potatoes. Hearing this, he shook his head: "I don't need any special ingredients, just make some home-cooked dishes. I don't know what your taste is, and my craftsmanship may not please you."

He folded the empty bag on the edge of the table, and went to open the cupboard to check that the utensils were complete.Ji Yao tied his belt in a knot, which was exactly the style of play that Fu Zhong taught him last time. After he finished, he looked in the mirror, raised his hand and sat down on the sofa cushion: "I can eat anything, as long as oil Don’t put too much salt, it will make you greasy, and it doesn’t meet the dietary standards of an executive. How will you know if your craftsmanship pleases me if you don’t eat it? I’ve heard people say that living with you is a blessing in the mouth, and I want to have this blessing too.”

After a while, he turned back and propped his head on the back of the sofa, looked at Fu Zhong behind the island stage and said: "The blessing I said is 'enjoy the food', not living with you. Dispel those boring fantasies in your heart, you must know that I am who."

The apron was hung around Fu Zhong's neck. He pulled the two straps behind him and fastened it tightly. He picked up the potatoes and prepared to peel them: "I haven't said anything yet, you will see through my thoughts."

Ji Yao sat back on the sofa again, the computer was turned on on the coffee table, but he didn't look at it.Ji Yao leaned against the embroidered pillow wrapped in Egyptian cotton, spread out an unfinished "Science" journal, and studied it carefully. He had circled many marks on a certain paper. Studying this article.Ji Yao turned his head and took a look. Fu Zhong was standing behind the island platform cleaning up the peeled potato skins. His movements were skillful and calm, and the apron tied to his body made him even more gentle.

After cleaning the potatoes, Fu Zhong quietly raised his eyes to look at the living room, where the wall lamps and ceiling lamps were lit, and the surroundings were brightly illuminated.Ji Yao sat on the sofa, only half of his head was exposed, and he raised his hand from time to time to straighten the crooked pillow.They didn't speak, just doing their own things quietly.Fu Zhong has never had such a wonderful sense of unreality. After becoming independent from the original family given by his parents, he had the illusion that he was running a family for the first time.

But this is just an illusion, he is still far away from the real feeling of running a family.Now Fu Zhong is alone.

"Will the chief cook for himself when he is at home?" Fu Zhong asked. He saw that the seasonings were all brand new, and no one had touched them at all.

Ji Yao was concentrating on trying to figure out the meaning of a certain sentence in the paper, and after a while she replied in a muffled voice: "I never turn on the stove."

Fu Zhong started to put food into the frying pan in silence. He turned on the noise reduction system and didn't let the noise go out. He was afraid of disturbing Ji Yao's thinking.Ji Yao smelled a faint aroma of oil. This warm smell was different from the aroma of food he had smelled before. This aroma was alive and full of vitality, with human body temperature in it.

Four or 10 minutes later, Fu Zhong finished three dishes and one soup. He can't cook all the dishes, he cooks what he is most proud of.Fu Zhong took off his apron to call Ji Yao for dinner, and saw that he was holding a pencil and doing calculations on the manuscript paper, with "Science" magazine spread out on his lap.

"What are you doing?" Fu Zhong asked.

Ji Yao's glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. He finished writing the last equation before putting down his pen, and pushed the magazine to Fu Zhong to read: "Professor Qi Mingli made a discussion on the possibility of forming space-time channels and wall-penetrating hubs in black holes in March this year. presented paper."

"Qi Mingli published a shocking paper a few years ago. This person is full of whimsical ideas."

"The article was published by him and Dr. Kuian Abil together a few years ago, but it was just a hypothesis, and it has not been verified yet." Ji Yao closed the journal and stood up, washed his hands and walked to the restaurant.

Fu Zhong nodded, he waited for Ji Yao to sit down before pulling out the chair and sitting opposite him: "I think this might be helpful to the 'backtracking plan'."

They didn't continue to discuss the topic of "backtracking plan". Ji Yao picked up a chopsticks and put a piece of eggplant wrapped in sauce into the rice and ate it. He was surprised by the taste, and then took another bite .Although Ji Yao didn't say a word, Fu Zhong still noticed his small movements, he knew that Ji Yao was acknowledging his craft.Fu Zhong sat in front of him and started eating, his wish for many days finally came true at this time.

The walnut dining table is pressed with black cubic crystals and covered with a thick white lace tablecloth.The tableware is shiny, and the porcelain vase is filled with the yellow bouquet that Fu Zhong sent earlier.A few days have passed, and the clusters of small flowers are still in full bloom, exuding a sweet fragrance all the time.

"Have you encountered any trouble recently?" Ji Yao suddenly asked while drinking the broth with his head down.

Fu Zhong didn't know why he suddenly asked this question, and replied: "No trouble."

"Really?" Ji Yao picked up the chopsticks to pick up the potato shreds, raised his eyelids and glanced at Fu Zhong, "Your friend told me that you are not in a good mental state recently, and you are a little depressed, is that the case? "

"No such thing, sir, there is no time happier than now." Fu Zhong replied, he unknowingly straightened his back, like a soldier facing the chief's questioning.

Ji Yao twitched the corner of his mouth quietly, and didn't eat the shredded potatoes: "He also said that you are in a bad mood because someone always annoys you. Is this true?"

Fu Zhong stared into Ji Yao's eyes, and now he knew what Ji Yao was asking.Fu Zhong sat calmly on his seat, nodded: "It is true that there is someone who always makes me unhappy, and I have stumbled on him several times."

"Oh, it really happened." Ji Yao twisted his fingers thoughtfully, "What kind of person is this?"

"It's hard to describe. It's hard for me to describe him in words. Sir, according to the regulations, you can't ask me such a question." Fu Zhong looked at Ji Yao across a table to see that he was straight face, the thin necklace around his neck.

Ji Yao didn't speak, and finished the rest of the rice in the bowl in silence.He wiped his lips with a handkerchief, got up and left the table.Fu Zhong asked, "Does the dish I cook suit your taste?"

"Not satisfactory." Ji Yao raised his eyebrows and said, throwing the tissue into the trash can, "It tastes good, you can't go wrong!"

After saying these six words, he rolled up his sleeves and walked to the sofa, continuing to write down the equations he hadn't finished calculating.When Ji Yao was walking, he rolled up the hem of his soft satin robe and flew with his steps.Fu Zhong watched his movements, and the executives paid attention to walking like the wind and sitting like a pine, but this officer was upright outside, and he was full of flair at home.How much of your true nature has not been revealed, Fu Zhong thought, and how far can I explore you?

There is a basket of strawberries in the refrigerator, Ji Yao bought it himself, and there is also a bottle of yogurt.After Fu Zhong cleaned up the kitchen, he went to take out the strawberries and yogurt, washed the berries carefully, removed the leaves, cut them into small pieces, soaked them in yogurt, and sent them to Ji Yao for dessert.

"So you like to drink such girly things?" Ji Yao said, and he tapped the glass bowl with thick yogurt with a water pen.

Fu Zhong felt a little embarrassed, after all, a man would not like to be called a girl: "I like to eat strawberries, and I also like to eat yogurt, I think it's easy to mix the two together."

"Is that so? Well, you like to eat strawberries, I remember. But didn't you say you were tired of eating last time? If I remember correctly."

Fu Zhong sat down where he had ordered in the past: "Strawberries are so sweet and delicious, how can I get tired of eating them. It's like looking at your face, I can't get enough of it, I can't wait to see it for 1 years."

Ji Yao's heart warmed up when he saw him, but he pretended to be indifferent.His ears burned inadvertently, and the dry aroma rose from his freshly washed hair.Fu Zhong sat in a place not too far or close to him in an orderly manner, and he didn't make an inch of approaching him.Fu Zhong is always in control, he can be silent with him for a long time, and he can have a heart-to-heart chat with him at any time.Some people spend their entire lives without revealing their sincerity to them, while some people confided their hearts as if they had met each other for the first time.

Tapping the paper with the pen tip, Ji Yao casually asked, "I didn't see you in the afternoon, what did you do?"

Fu Zhong raised his head, his hair was fluffy and soft, and there were stars in his eyes: "Are you caring about me?"

"Forget it." Ji Yao stretched out his arms to pull up the pillow, and leaned on it comfortably, "You can go out of my house now."

If Fu Zhong didn't want to leave Ji Yao's house right away, he had to answer the question: "I went home in the afternoon, went to my friend's place again, and then went to—"

"Shut up," Ji Yao interrupted him, rubbing the center of his brows, "I can't stand your nagging. Thank you for inviting me to dinner today. We will be neighbors in the future. Please take care of me. What else do you want to say? If not, just You can say goodbye to me."

"How do the kirsch and scones taste?" Fu Zhong asked.

Ji Yao twirled the pendant of the necklace and answered him: "Very good. I hid the kirsch in the wine cabinet and drank it slowly. The almond and berry pies have already been eaten."

He got up and picked up the bowl of yogurt and handed it to Fu Zhong: "So I'm full now, so I'll leave this bowl of yogurt for you to drink."

Fu Zhong took the heavy glass bowl.Ji Yao fell back again, squinting at him.Ji Yao's legs were slanted, her ankles were exposed outside her robe, her insteps were gracefully curved, and her toes were long and straight.Fu Zhong turned the long-handled spoon a few times, scooped up the yoghurt and put it into his mouth, and when he put some on his lips, Fu Zhong licked it away without a trace.

Ji Yao admired Fu Zhong's every move while eating yogurt, and was so fascinated by him that he completely forgot to calculate the equation.Fu Zhong looks good, he is a young master who came out of a large manor with green grass and dense old trees, he has experienced the influence of excellent education and the careful teaching of his parents.

Fu Zhong ate most of the yogurt, and Ji Yao watched him as long as he ate.Those chopped strawberries were bitten into his mouth, and the rich juice flowed between his lips and teeth.The milky white thick yogurt and bright red juice have all become something else at this time, something that drives people crazy, something that tempts people to taste the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden.They sat in one place with restraint, allowing their body temperature to rise and their hearts to be in a state of confusion.

"Chief, do you still remember when you were in college?" Fu Zhong put down the glass bowl and wiped off the remaining juice on his lips, "Every noon you would go to the small square to sit for a while, and you drank coffee with ice and no sugar."

Ji Yao's writing fingers paused, his neckline slid down and opened wide, and the pendant rolled into his collarbone socket: "Big things are quickly forgotten, but you remember these trivial things clearly."

Fu Zhong pursed his lips and smiled, he thought of "Dream Wedding" from Ji Yao's words.

"But there is one more thing." Ji Yao turned a few pages with downcast eyes, his glasses slipped to the tip of his nose, "I remember you go to the classroom for self-study at noon every day, you are a good boy."

Ji Yao couldn't find any words to praise him, so he could only praise him as a good boy.Ji Yao likes serious people, serious people will not suffer anywhere, and serious people have a bright future.Fu Zhong froze for a moment, as if being caught by the tail: "How do you know?"

"Intent." Ji Yao replied indiscriminately.He thought of those long-gone times, when the sycamore tree was not old yet, and the willow tree just sprouted new sprigs.Time has taken away many things from him, but as long as he is close to Fu Zhong, he will not be so sad.

Fu Zhong looked at Ji Yao's expression, Ji Yao's expression was as usual, and he didn't speak for a long time.Ji Yao crossed her legs and pulled her skirt from her shoulders to her waist.Fu Zhong saw his collarbone and chest, and hurriedly looked away.Fu Zhong felt that he was going insane, and this strong self-control came out of nowhere, and it made his stomach writhe, Yang Qi burst out, and the pain was so painful that it killed him.He put his hands on both sides of the bridge of his nose, hurriedly got up and went to the balcony to open the small window and lean against it to breathe the cold air.

"what happened to you?"

"I want to compare whether it's you or the scenery outside."

"Did you look good?"

"Compared, the scenery is not as good as yours."

The sudden knock on the door frightened the two of them, and then the floating screen automatically popped up, and Wei Shanhua's face appeared on the screen: "Santu! Santu!"

Ji Yao first looked at Fu Zhong, threw away the things in his hands, got up and strode towards him, stretched out his hand and grabbed Fu Zhong's wrist and pulled him into the bedroom: "Just stay inside and don't move, don't come out. Sound, don't open the door, do you hear me!"

"Chief, we didn't do anything, why should I hide?"

"I don't want to get involved."

"what's up?"

"You know it yourself."

Ji Yao put his hand on Fu Zhong's chest and pushed him, pushing him into the bedroom.Fu Zhong staggered a step, supported the door that was about to close and asked softly, "Are you guilty?"

"I'm guilty!" Ji Yao cursed angrily, and closed the bedroom door.He hastily patted his hot and red cheeks, tightened the collar of his robe to cover all his skin, and then turned to open the door for Shanhua.

Wei Shanhua stood guard at the door in a neat uniform, with a strong and burly body like a brown bear, his chestnut hair was neatly combed, and a black beret was pressed on his head.Ji Yao held the door and blocked him with folded arms: "What's the matter with you?"

"You asked me what's the matter? Santu, you forgot again, right? You are going to speak at the summary meeting of the executive department tonight!" Wei Shanhua raised his hand in surprise and made several gestures, "This is what you are wearing What? Hurry up and change into your uniform, put on your hat and go to the Central Auditorium with me to attend the ceremony! Everyone is waiting for you, and your face is determined by these last 15 minutes!"

"Hold!"

Ji Yao was so angry that he was tossing around!As soon as Wei Shanhua appeared, he ruined all the good things he and Fu Zhong had done.Ji Yao suddenly glared at him, and Wei Shanhua glanced behind Ji Yao without realizing it, and asked, "What happened to make you forget this annual event? You always forget this Meeting, that meeting, you're getting more and more confusing to me."

"I've only been back so long, you'd be surprised if you understood me." Ji Yao said, he took a step back and closed the door, "I'll change right away, you wait outside."

Fu Zhong walked around the bedroom without touching the things Ji Yao put in the room, but there was nothing to touch.Ji Yao's bedroom is empty and deserted, and the display cabinets are almost empty, only a few decorations, and some of the medals and certificates he has won.These shiny badges are placed where they will not fall into the dust. Those are Ji Yao's glory.Fu Zhong stared at the evidence of glory, as if he was looking at Ji Yao's scars.

A long oil painting hangs above the wood-colored bed, and the monotonous color makes this bedroom full of loneliness no matter from which angle it is viewed.Minimalist bedside floor lamps stand silently beside the wide bed, and there is an intercom on the bedside table.

The door of the bedroom was opened from the outside, Ji Yao didn't look at Fu Zhong, went straight in, opened the wardrobe, took off the uniform and threw it on the bed: "I'm changing clothes, I'm going to the report meeting. You go back."

Fu Zhong knew that he couldn't stay here any longer, so he closed the thick velvet curtains for Ji Yao, said goodbye and left the room.Fu Zhong stood outside the bedroom for a while, wanted to leave but was reluctant, so he wandered gloomyly.Ji Yao quickly got dressed and walked out of the bedroom, while Fu Zhong was putting on his backpack and planning to leave.Ji Yao called him subconsciously, Fu Zhong turned around, but Ji Yao didn't know what he was going to say.

"Thank you for your dinner." Ji Yao had no choice but to repeat his thanks.

Fu Zhong smiled at him: "You're welcome, if there is a chance in the future, I will come and cook for you."

They were silent for a while, and when they walked to the entrance, Fu Zhong consciously took off the cashmere long coat hanging on the wall and put it on Ji Yao.Ji Yao stared at his actions in astonishment, but now he didn't have time to think about it. After smoothing out the folds of his clothes, he took his speech and computer and opened the door.Wei Shanhua was waiting outside, and when he looked up, he saw Fu Zhong coming out behind Ji Yao.Wei Shanhua was very surprised, Ji Yao didn't let him go up to talk to Fu Zhong, and ordered him to follow immediately.

Fu Zhong stood in the hallway and watched Ji Yao off. Ji Yao's back was stiff and ironed, his waistline was tied with a belt, and he was wearing wide, shiny custom-made leather shoes.Ji Yao didn't look back, he was always busy in one way or another, leaving Fu Zhong behind.

The chief is busy, so Fu Zhong has to do his own thing.He had to read the instruction manual of the coordinate instrument thoroughly, and also had to memorize the "Regulations".This is a task sent by Ji Yao, and he must complete it.

He opened Ji Yao's notebook, the notebook was very bright red.The font on the cover is gilded, long and thin.Ji Yao wrote with a fountain pen, and as soon as he opened it, he could smell the scent of ink all over the room.Although Ji Yao's handwriting is scribbled, but he can still see the good form and spirit.Fu Zhong looked down the stroke, and he saw a line of Pushkin's poem under the last line.

"Your gentle voice has been ringing in my ears for a long time, and I still see your lovely face in my sleep."

This is the love poem "To Kane".

Before Fu Zhong could figure out why Ji Yao wrote this poem, several messages came from his mobile phone.

— Fu Gou, let’s have a game?

— No more, the chief gave me a task, I want to study.

- Learn what to learn, work and rest.

—Go away, Chen Gou, if you are overworked, I will stand on my head up and down the stairs ten times back and forth.I don't play games anymore, bye.

- You've been acting weird lately, you're not normal, bro!You used to be online on time every day, but now you're not online every day, and you don't have dinner with us. What's the matter with you?

Fu Zhong hesitated for a moment, and sent it: I used to be lonely.But now I am not lonely, I want to study.

Chen Wei sent a disappointed expression, and then went offline after telling Fu Zhong to take care of himself.Fu Zhong put the phone aside, tapped the bridge of his nose with a water pen, thinking about his recent words and deeds.Indeed, after Ji Yao came back, most of his body and mind were allocated to the chief. He could not stop missing Ji Yao, nor could he stop caring and loving him.He didn't know how long this state could last, and he couldn't tell exactly how deep, tenacious, and long-lasting his love was.

He picked up the pen and pondered, wanting to write something in Ji Yao's notebook, but not too conspicuous.After thinking about it, I wrote an X in the corner of the first page and a Y in the corner of the last page.

Immediately after the poem written by Ji Yao, Fu Zhong added with a pen: "With tears, there is life, and there is also love."

At 11:45 in the evening, Fu Zhong took a shower and got ready to go to bed.He deliberately opened the door and looked at the opposite side, but the door was closed tightly, wondering if Ji Yao had come back.Fu Zhong returned to the bedroom and was about to send Ji Yao a good night message when the door suddenly rang.

After Fu Zhong opened the door, he saw Ji Yao's haggard face. He was holding a computer in his left hand and a stack of documents in his right hand. The stars and gold leaf badges on his chest were shining brightly.Ji Yao's tired expression was all hidden in his eyes, making those eyes even more unfathomable.Fu Xin felt a pain in his heart. He stretched out his hand towards Ji Yao, as if he wanted to hold him in his arms: "Chief, why did you come back so late? What can I do for you?"

But Fu Zhong didn't hug him, he vainly put his hand on Ji Yao's arm, not daring to press it down.Ji Yao didn't open him this time: "The system is broken, and fingerprints and irises can't get in. I didn't bring my room card and key, so you can lend me a night here."