Mountains and seas have a home

Now Fu Zhong understood why Ji Yao came to knock on his door, his heart exploded with a bang, and the explosion turned into fireworks floating all over the sky.Fate can't stop it when it comes, and God favors him very much.Fu Zhong immediately stepped away and invited Ji Yao in, and turned on the headlight at the entrance for him, and went to find new shoes for Ji Yao to put on.Ji Yao took off the cold jacket and shook it, then hung it on the hanger and smoothed it.Fu Zhong led him in, even though Ji Yao had just been here at noon.

"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" Fu Zhong opened the refrigerator door to see if there was anything to fill his stomach, and found a piece of pineapple bun, a plate of cold ham and half a box of goose jelly.

Ji Yao rubbed his hands, opened the curtain on the balcony and took a look outside, the street lights in the middle of the night illuminated the strip-like road more and more lonely.Lantana is not afraid of the cold, blooming just right, and under the dense clumps of Mexican sage, there are small white flowers falling.He closed the curtains and turned around, sighed into his palms and shook his head: "No. It's already midnight, and it's hard to digest if you eat any more."

Fu Zhong poured him warm water and asked him to cover it to keep warm.Ji Yao's icy fingers rubbed against the back of Fu Zhong's hand, it must have been blown by the wind when he came back from the auditorium.Before I knew it, autumn was already so deep!Ji Yao thought.

The computer and folders were temporarily placed on the coffee table, and Fu Zhong picked them up for him. Ji Yao clutched the water glass and said, "Put it in your study."

"Is the identity verification system in your home broken?" Fu Zhong pushed open the sliding door and walked into the study, then looked back at Ji Yao outside, "I have to find someone to repair it tomorrow."

Ji Yao hummed vaguely, Fu Zhong didn't know if he was listening to him or not.But how could the identity verification system, which has always been intact, suddenly break down at this time?Fu Zhong didn't want to understand, but he didn't delve into this issue.There are two guest rooms in the house, one has been used as a storage room, and the other has not been cleaned up, so Fu Zhong stood at the aisle and told Ji Yao: "Chief, you sleep in my bed tonight. My bed is spacious, and I will leave it for you." position."

There was a gap in the door of the guest room, Ji Yao opened the door with his fingers and looked in sideways, but he didn't seem to be sleeping comfortably.If he doesn't want to sleep in the living room or study, he can only sleep on the Fu Zhong bed.Ji Yao said, "How about tidying up the guest room now?"

"I'm going to bed, sir." Fu Zhong smiled and pointed to the clock, "Tomorrow is Monday, morning training starts at six o'clock."

Ji Yao pursed his mouth and took a sip of water. After weighing in his heart, he decided to be the master of 2601 tonight. Of course, the master would sleep in the master bedroom.Ji Yao pulled the door of the guest bedroom over and closed it, turned around and walked into the study, and sat down on the swivel chair.Fu Zhong went to the bathroom for a while, took out the spare nightgown and bath towel from the storage room, put them next to the bathtub, and replaced them with spare toiletries.

He walked lightly to the door of the study, held the door frame and said to Ji Yao: "I have prepared nightgowns, towels, and bath towels for you, all of which are clean and brand new, and the toiletries are already on the counter. God It's late, you just finished the meeting, go to bed early."

"You don't have to worry about me. If you want to sleep, go to sleep first. Remember to leave a door for me." Ji Yao looked down at the notebook with a bright red cover, "Also, quickly take out the gun you hid under your clothes. If you don't If you hand over the gun, I will treat you as deliberately murdering the chief."

Fu Zhong reached into his belt and took out the gun, and put it by Ji Yao's hand.Ji Yao didn't look at the gun, he flipped through a few pages, and finally stopped to press his fingers on it, the glasses flashed in the light, and said, "Why are you scribbling in my notebook?"

These words frightened Fu Zhong quite a bit, he thought that the X and Y he secretly wrote had been discovered, so he hurried over to check.Ji Yao's finger was on one of the lines, which turned out to be additional notes.Fu Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, and stood beside Ji Yao and replied: "Just now I carefully read your notes, listened to the recording, and then added some content myself, so as not to forget it when I get there."

"Do you think I haven't written enough details?"

"No, the chief has already written it very completely, but there are some places that really need to add some details. My memory is not very good, and it takes time to write it down to remember. The old saying goes-a good memory is not as good as a bad pen."

Ji Yao was amused by him, squinted his eyes to check, and probably felt that what Fu Zhong wrote was correct, so he didn't say any more.He knows Fu Zhong's earnestness, he has known it since he was in college, Fu Zhong is an excellent bid almost every year, and he is a well-known figure in the school.Before Fu Zhong, there was such a famous person as Ji Yao, so the years when the two of them studied together were called "golden age" by the university forum.

The handwriting behind the two lines of "To Kane" made Ji Yao's heart tremble, and a shiver of excitement climbed up his back, which soon made his scalp feel tingly and numb.He stretched out his finger to rub along the ink, and finally stopped on the word "love".After lingering on these two lines for a long time, he closed the book silently, without asking Fu Zhong for a word.There was a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, even a person like Ji Yao couldn't help but be happy sometimes.

"Why did you choose to knock on my door?" Fu Zhong was not in a hurry to go back to the bedroom to sleep, he would rather exchange an hour tomorrow morning for a minute alone with Ji Yao tonight.

Ji Yao sorted out the blue plastic folders with lowered eyelids, and then clipped the drawn out form, and stuffed it into a beige Manila paper bag: "Do you know that there is a good saying-the nearer the water, the first gets the moon."

"Who is the tower and who is the moon?"

"What do you think? Who invited whom into the house?" Ji Yao didn't look at Fu Zhong, but Fu Zhong felt that Ji Yao's eyes never fell on him.

The night came quietly in front of the two French windows, and the autumn wind blew the sweetgum trees that were about to lose their leaves one after another. Several cars rushed out of this intersection mischievously, and disappeared at the next intersection in an instant.The cornflower blue wool thin curtains in the front are woven by skilled Uruguayan craftsmen, and the fine wood panels inlaid on the wall are opened into a grid of bookcases, and a rattan storage box is placed in each row of grids on the top. box.The study room is tidy and the windows are bright and clean, just like Fu Zhong is a person who draws every step of the way.

Ji Yao's work in this kind of place is as comfortable as at home, and he even wants to sit in this study for a while in the future.Ji Yao began to read the report submitted by the investigation department, which gave him a headache.

Fu Zhong went to wash up first, said good night to Ji Yao, and then helped him close the sliding door of the study.Fu Zhong didn't close the door tightly just to leave a way for Ji Yao.He sprayed some perfume in the bedroom, turned off the headlights and wall lamps, and left a small door lamp for Ji Yao to illuminate.After finishing this, he lifted the fluffy quilt and lay down on it, sleeping narrowly on a small space beside the bed, leaving a large space around him for Ji Yao.

He lay on the bed thinking of Ji Yao in the study outside, pulled up the quilt to cover his mouth, and stared straight at the ceiling.As soon as he thought that Ji Yao was outside, Fu Zhong didn't feel sleepy at all, his drowsiness and dreams flew out into the vast black world with Ji Yao's arrival.Listening to the ticking of the clock, Fu Zhong secretly thought about his home in Taihe, Chang'an, where the study and the master bedroom were designed in one piece, with only half a wall in between, a pot of lush Malabar chestnuts.

After such a comparison, he felt that Chang'an Taihe's home was better, and he didn't know when Ji Yao would be able to visit there as a guest.

At one o'clock in the morning, Ji Yao signed the last approval form, put them away and fixed them with a binder.He rubbed his sore eyes, closed his eyes and sat in the chair for a turn, turned off the computer and lights, got up and left the study.There was no one in the house, and there was a thin light in the door crack of the master bedroom. Ji Yao gently pushed the door open without letting it make a sound.The light from the door lamp dimly illuminated the long-haired carpet, and Ji Yao stepped on it and walked in, only to find that Fu Zhong was still energetically opening his eyes.

"God, it's already one o'clock, and you haven't fallen asleep yet?" Ji Yao watched him get up from the bed, hugged the quilt and looked at herself.

Fu Zhong scratched his hair, covered his face and rubbed it: "I can't fall asleep anyway, even counting stars and sheep."

"Are you insomnia at night too?"

"No, sir, I hardly ever lose sleep unless I'm particularly aroused by something."

Ji Yao stood by the bed and looked down at him, the earring under Fu Zhong's right ear was shining brightly and eye-catching in the dark room.Ji Yao looked at his brows and eyes hidden in the darkness calmly, his appearance was too good: "What are you afraid of?"

Fu Zhong was stunned for a few seconds before answering: "I'm afraid of ghosts."

"?" Ji Yao reached out and patted his head, "I'm staying here, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid now." Fu Zhong laughed, and he straightened himself up, "Have you finished your work yet?"

"What's your business?"

Fu Zhong pulled his hands out of the quilt, looked up at Ji Yao and said, "Can I talk to you for a while?"

Immersed in the darkness shrouded by the door lights and the white light flying in from the window, this kind of atmosphere is suitable for evening conversations around the fire.Ji Yao didn't refuse him mercilessly, patted a place next to Fu Zhong, folded his legs and sat down there: "What do you want to tell me?"

The wide windows in the bedroom were covered by felted woolen curtains, illuminated by bright lights, and looked so gloomy and mysterious in this quiet autumn night.The quilt covered Fu Zhong's legs, he clasped his hands and said, "I have a friend—"

"Wait a minute, no matter how shocking and good a story you want to tell, answer me first, is the friend you're talking about yourself?"

"Of course not, Chief, he is indeed my friend."

Ji Yao nodded, motioning for him to continue.Ji Yao wanted to light a cigarette and see the smoke floating in the air, but he finally held back.

Fu Zhong talked about the story of Erpao and Sandie: "That was a handsome male friend of mine who had a successful career. He fell in love with a very good man. They got along very well and got along very well. , as sweet and enviable as any pair of heterosexual couples. But they have not made it public, at most only a few acquaintances know about it, such as me."

He stopped and observed Ji Yao's face.Half of Ji Yao's face was illuminated by the light from the door lamp, and half of it was still hidden in the shadows.Ji Yao pondered silently for a while after Fu Zhong stopped, his eyes were mysterious, but there was nothing unusual about him.

"And then? Keep talking, I'm listening, don't waste time." Ji Yao folded his hands on his knees, rubbing the back of his hands repeatedly.

"So what do you think of this kind of love?" Fu Zhong asked directly, "The same-sex relationship...is not yet recognized by the law and society as a 'heterogeneous'."

Ji Yao seriously corrected his statement: "This is not 'heterogeneous', Fu Zhong, you have to understand this. No matter what gender two people fall in love with, they should not be called 'heterogeneous', everyone is the same Yes, there is no distinction between grades and grades."

Fu Zhong stared at Ji Yao for a while, then lowered his eyes and smiled: "I am very envious of that friend, his love for the other party is undisguised, I know how much he loves when I see his eyes The other party. And he dared to confess to me."

"Love doesn't have to be said," Ji Yao put one hand on the tiger's mouth with the other, and turned to look at Fu Zhong, with a calm and quiet tone, as if discussing an academic problem, "Although some emotions are kept secret, they are no more important than any poor performance."

They stared at each other, and both fell silent afterwards.Ji Yao got up and went to the bathroom to wash up, and ordered Fu Zhong to fall asleep when he came out of the shower, otherwise it would be counted as making noise at night, and he would consciously receive a punishment tomorrow.Fu Zhong lay on the bed, covered the quilt again and thought over and over again about the discussion he and Ji Yao had just made on same-sex love, thinking about what Ji Yao said.He felt dizzy in his head, as if something was exhausting him.When Ji Yao walked into the bedroom again, Fu Zhong had already fallen into a dream.

Fu Zhong's hair was fluffy and soft, scattered on the pillow, Ji Yao couldn't help but want to touch it.Ji Yao looked down at Fu Zhong who was sleeping obediently, and at the small earring on his right ear.

He is quite cute, Ji Yao thought so at the time.

In the haze, Fu Zhong felt movement beside him.He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a person standing in front of a white spot illuminated by the curtain.He was dizzy, trying to figure out if it was Ji Yao in a half-dream and half-awake state.The light was dim, and he could only vaguely see a black silhouette with broad shoulders, thin waist, and long legs.Ji Yao sat down on the edge of the bed with her back to him, carefully lifted off the quilt, and lifted her legs up.

"Slim waist." Fu Zhong said softly, as if in a dream.

"Huh?" Ji Yao was about to lie down when he heard a voice beside him, but he couldn't hear it clearly.Seeing that Fu Zhong fell asleep with his side facing her, Ji Yao had no choice but to answer vaguely.

No one answered him, and the room sank into a wavering dream.Ji Yao lay on the pillow, and also only slept in a narrow space.There is a clock next to the bed, and it is 01:37 in the morning.Ji Yao rested her head on her head, and heard her own heartbeat clearly, clanging in the dark.He turned his head to look at Fu Zhong's quiet face, and quietly moved his hand towards him, touching the place warmed by Fu Zhong's body.He felt the temperature for a while, and then moved his body a little closer to him with extreme care.

The next day, Ji Yao signed a notice to Fu Zhong, informing him that he was formally incorporated into the reserve team of the "backtracking plan", and that he would not have to continue regular training with the team before going to the Baikal base.A sticky note was pasted on the notice, a note written by Ji Yao, reminding him to "report at noon".Fu Zhong stared at Ji Yao's signature for a while, he memorized the appearance of the signature clearly, and then put away the list.Everything that Ji Yao wrote to him was preserved by Fu Zhong.

In addition to the notice, Ji Yao also left him the red notebook, and there was also a sticky note on the cover, which he wrote and pasted last night.

— This book is for you, don’t waste it, don’t scribble.

Ji Yao used improper words, and Fu Zhong's words were not scribbles, but Fu Zhong didn't care.Now this notebook belongs to him, and Fu Zhong emptied a drawer specially to store it.

When there was no task to do, Fu Zhong sent Chen Wei a few messages.

—Chen Gou, let me tell you, I won’t train with the group anymore, don’t miss me too much.

—Go away, ghosts miss you.Why didn't you follow the group?What are you going to do?Or are you promoted again?

—The backtracking plan is about to start, and I will learn from the task group.It was specially approved by the chief, so you don't have to worry about him making trouble for me.

—Of course he won't trouble you!Woe to us!You do not know?Ji Yao came to me every now and then to ask questions, and asked you if he didn't ask anything else.Fuck, do you know how desperate I am?You fucking call me back!

Fu Zhong smiled in front of the phone screen.

—Ask me what?

—Ask him yourself.Training has begun, bye!

When Chen Wei went offline, Fu Zhong was happy to learn that Ji Yao was searching for his own information, although he didn't know why Ji Yao did it.

Immediately afterwards, the Second Artillery sent him a message: You are fine, I brought your son to see you.

-where?

—The gate of the Time Bureau.

Fu Zhong put on his windbreaker and went out.

The Second Pao leaned against the hood of the Rolls-Royce and waited for Fu Zhong to come over. He was carrying a birdcage, and the chilly, frightened autumn wind rolled past his feet.The starling bird in the cage jumped up and down on the wooden frame, its jet-black feathers glowed with copper green and royal blue luster, it looked like a pampered nobleman bird.The starling cocked its tail, stared at the passing crowd with its bright black eyes for a while, and then opened its beak to show its good singing voice.

Fu Zhong showed his pass before going out from the gate. The wind was so strong that the coolness blew through his whole body.He tightened his collar, stepped on his leather shoes and walked towards the Second Artillery, and hugged him under a black locust tree with a smile.Erpao is wearing a camel hair plaid scarf today, tucked it into the front of his shirt, protecting his neck and supporting his masculine face.Fu Zhong didn't have a scarf, so he had to turn up his collar to fasten his belt, leaned over to look at the bird in the cage, and called out affectionately: "Xiaoba, son."

The starling bird in the cage jumped over to face Fu Zhong, turned its head and hesitated for a while, and then opened its mouth to imitate the tongue: "Son! Dad! Son!"

Fu Zhong stretched his fingers in and scratched the tuft of feathers on the starling's head. The bird put its head against it and rubbed it, then pecked twice with its strong and shiny beak.Because Fu Zhong moved into the apartment of the Time Bureau, the starling and goldfish were left to be taken care of by Er Pao.

"Why do you have time to come to the time bureau today?" Fu Zhong asked Er Pao while teasing the bird.

Er Pao turned around and looked around, put his hand in the black woolen coat, and replied, "Today, I came to the Time Bureau with my dad to discuss business, so it's a good time to meet up!"

The mynah called me a few times pleasantly, which made Qiuliang lose half a point.Hearing this voice, Fu Zhong felt relieved, and asked again: "How is Sandie doing?"

Second Pao said in a soft voice, "Today is his new book launch."

Fu Zhong stood up straight, with a happy expression on his face: "What book did Sandie write again?"

"Anti-war. You know, he is the United Nations Peace Ambassador." The Second Pao said lightly, lowering his head and shaking the birdcage gently. "He has been researching all over the world to write this book. A very dangerous place."

"But he still went, right?" Fu Zhong rubbed his hands together, put them in his pockets to keep warm, and the fallen leaves fluttered and rolled past the upper of his shoes.

Er Pao raised his eyes to stare at Fu Zhong, and then both of them laughed.The Second Pao nodded and said, "Indeed, despite the extreme danger, he went there without hesitation."

Ji Yao and Gu Qichuan came out from the side door together, followed by the Minister of Logistics, the Minister of Equipment, and the Minister of Media Relations.Gu Qichuan was wearing a tweed jacket, his tie was properly tied under his neck, and he wore black gloves on his hands.His dark glasses shaded his eyes, but his brows were often furrowed in alarm.Gu Qichuan proudly straightened his back and raised his head, his gray and white hair was not disturbed at all.Ji Yao discussed with him all the way along the way.

Gu Qichuan is the father of the Second Pao.When the group stopped in front of Fu Zhong, Gu Qichuan smiled at Fu Zhong and nodded at him, obviously he recognized this young man.After Fu Zhong greeted him, someone opened the door of the car beside him, and Gu Qichuan sat in sideways, pressing down his woolen coat.Second Pao said goodbye to Fu Zhong first, then carefully hugged the birdcage and got into the car.The black Rolls-Royce was driven onto the road by a skilled driver, leaving a group of people far behind in a short while.

"Hi sir!" Fu Zhong stood at attention and saluted Ji Yao.

Ji Yao dismissed the people who came with him, and then told the secretary a few words to let him go back and get things done quickly.After everyone had left, Ji Yao patted Fu Zhong's arm, saying that there is no need to be serious outside.He looked in the direction where the sports car was leaving, and asked, "I heard that you have a bird, is that it?"

"How did you know I had a bird?"

Ji Yao couldn't answer this question, because it was a secret he got out of Chen Wei's mouth.Now Chen Wei is afraid of being asked by him, and has to hide far away when walking.

But Fu Zhong didn't care about these, he knew it well.He smiled and answered Ji Yao's question: "That's my son."

"Your son? How old are you?"

"My starling bird is named Son."

Ji Yao suddenly laughed out loud: "Is that why you want to be a father?"

Fu Zhong was embarrassed: "Just kidding. The bird's name is Xiao Ba."

"Well, you are a perfect match between your little seven and your little eight." Ji Yao said, clapping a folder with his hands behind his back, "Nagging."

Hearing this, Fu Zhong was immediately embarrassed, why Ji Yao even found out the nickname of Xiao Qi.He quickly changed the subject: "Where did you go?"

Ji Yao frowned, and stood up straight: "What do you mean by that? Can't I go and talk to the president of the arms company?"

"Of course, Chief, you are right." Fu Zhong now knew what Ji Yao was doing.

Ji Yao shook the folder, turned and walked towards the headquarters building, Fu Zhong followed him.Ji Yao glanced back at him, and decided to tell Fu Zhong: "I'm going to talk to him about the arms supply of the 'backtracking plan', because we can't do without his help for this mission."

Fu Zhong stopped, thinking about the meaning of this sentence, a stack of papers slipped out of the folder in Ji Yao's hand, and a gust of wind rolled the paper and ran into the bushes.Ji Yao put his hands behind his back and didn't notice this small change. When he turned around, the paper had already slid to Fu Zhong's toes and stopped.Fu Zhong picked them up one by one, and after folding them, he saw the words "Physical Examination Form for Executive Members in preparation" written on the cover. He turned to another page and found his name on it.