Senior is my fake wife

In the second half, Sui Zhen was forced to return to his company to accompany several high-level executives.

Fu Qiong sat there doing nothing, and started to watch Liao Xin play mobile games.

"I always feel that watching you play mobile games after dinner every year has become a part of the annual meeting." Fu Qiong said.

"The annual meeting is so boring, and I didn't get a gold bar this year." Liao Xin said while watching, "Cheng Li owes me a gold bar."

"Go and talk to Mr. Xie." Fu Qiong pointed, "Mr. Xie is over there."

"Don't mess with me." Liao Xin won the fight, put down the phone, and said to him, "You and your boyfriend are really good tonight."

Fu Qiong pursed her lips and smiled silly: "It's okay."

"Why do I think it's so natural for you to fall in love with him?" Liao Xin said, "Actually, I used to feel uncomfortable seeing homosexuality, but you are really compatible...huh?"

Then he had a clear look: "Oh, that's why I call you 'Qiong Qiong' sometimes, is he jealous?"

With an expression of "Congratulations on finding out the truth of the problem", Fu Qiong took a sip of tea slowly.

"Damn it, he won't hit me." Liao Xin looked at his body, "Can I beat him? I think he and I can have a [-]/[-] split."

"Forget it, you." Fu Qiong patted his increasingly protruding belly, "It's still [-]-[-]."

"Be careful." Liao Xin said, "If Sui Zhen sees me, I will be stared at again."

Fu Qiong chatted and laughed with him for a while, and everyone started to leave.Fu Qiong put on his down jacket, greeted his colleagues in the same group, and ran out of the hotel.

Sui Zhen stood on the road outside waiting for him to take a taxi home together. He put on a windbreaker over his suit jacket. There were pedestrians around him on the dimly lit street, but Sui Zhen's back was against the background of heavy traffic and under the red flags at the intersection. , like a scene from a movie.

Fu Qiong watched for a while, then suddenly ran towards him uncontrollably, and hugged him from behind.

"!" Sui Zhen froze for a moment, then turned around.

"Have you called a car yet?" Fu Qiong whispered in his ear next to his shoulder.

Sui Zhen tilted his head, almost touching his forehead: "Well, 5 minutes."

Only then did Fu Qiong let go of him and stood beside him. Sui Zhen hugged him generously on the street, slowly rubbing his hair with his hands.They stood next to each other, waiting for the car in silence, looking up at the city.In the tall buildings, they struggled with those small dreams, and stuffed their hands together into the pockets of their cotton jackets.

After the two of them returned home and took a shower, they were both so tired that they fell asleep without doing anything. Turning on the Do Not Disturb mode was the greatest respect for the weekend. Fu Qiong thought, I will sleep till the end of time.

……

He opened his eyes from the bed and heard the birds chirping outside.

How come there are birds chirping.

"...!" Fu Qiong was startled, subconsciously looked up and saw the ceiling.

"Huh?" Fu Qiong raised her hand to touch it, then looked down at her own bed, and turned over in fright.

He wanted to open the phone to check the time, but he couldn't unlock it. No matter how he tried to confirm the time on the phone, it formed a blurred image.

what happened.

Fu Qiong picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of water. Seeing the sunflowers he put in the vase, he walked around the table and the sofa next to him, and put on the clothes that lay on the sofa.

Fu Qiong covered his forehead with his hand, he looked at the time, it was past ten o'clock in the morning.

By the way, he's going to class...

It seems that there is still half a month before the graduation work is submitted.

By the way, he is an intern.

He wanted to take the subway back to school from the dormitory where he practiced, but... Fu Qiong no longer had this memory, and he looked up again and saw that he was already standing at the school gate.

When he walked to the school gate, he saw his bicycle. He took out the key from his bag, rode on the bicycle and passed through the campus, and rode into the main road of the campus. There were banners on both sides of the road that read—"Today's sweat, Tomorrow's glory".

When the car is riding, there is a feeling of breeze, which is the smell of spring.

Fu Qiong couldn't remember more and more why he felt disobedient when he appeared on the bed in the dormitory.

When crossing the playground, I habitually turned my head and saw a familiar figure on the basketball court.

He parked the car on the side of the road, ran to the fence, and yelled, "Abbe!"

Baiqin, Aiwei, and a few boys in their dormitory turned their heads and waved to him. Baiqin ran towards him while wiping his sweat. No see, are you back to class?"

"Yeah." Fu Qiong nodded and handed him a bottle of water, "You..."

"Oh, Sui Zhen just left, we made an appointment to play in the afternoon." Bai Qin took the napkin he handed over, wiped his sweat and said, "Sui Zhen lost to me today, so he invites him to dinner tonight."

"He invited you to dinner?" Fu Qiong laughed, "Since when did you get along so well?"

"What are you talking about? Our relationship has always been good." Bai Qin bared his teeth.

"Really?" Fu Qiong frowned slightly, and then the strange sense of disobedience spread again.

where is wrong?

"Hurry up and go to class." Bai Qin said, "Thank you senior for inviting me to drink water."

"Yeah." Fu Qiong looked at him and suddenly asked, "Abo, what date is it today?"

"Today is..." Bai Qin opened and closed his mouth, as if to say something.

"Ah?" His voice quickly drowned out the voices on the field.

"I'll go first, bye!" Bai Qin said.

Fu Qiong had no choice, he bid farewell to Baiqin, got on the bike, and continued to ride.

He passed the cafeteria, and someone called him from behind. Fu Qiong looked back and found that it was Tong Tian.

"Fu Qiong, you ride so fast." Tong Tiantian complained panting, "Why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here?" Fu Qiong asked inexplicably.

"How do I feel that I saw you in the academy?" Tong Tian said, "Is this the dress you are wearing?"

"?" Fu Qiong looked down at her white T-shirt.

"Forget it, I'll go to the cafeteria to eat, you go to the college first." Tong Tian waved at him.

"Okay." Fu Qiong said, "By the way, Tong Tian, ​​today is..."

"I'll bring you food." Tong Tian laughed, "Let's go."

Fu Qiong said goodbye to him and continued to ride. Is this the way to the Academy of Fine Arts?

Fu Qiong always felt that there were too many ups and downs today. He seemed to be going uphill after riding for a while, and then slowly descended. He saw many unknown white and purple flowers blooming around him, and they spread to the end of the road. The taste of late spring and early summer.

He entered the Academy of Fine Arts and walked up the stairs.Today is the back-to-school day, but there is no one in the academy.Fu Qiong walked along the corridor and walked into the innermost classroom of their Academy of Fine Arts.

It's the strong smell of turpentine.

Fu Qiong pushed open the door, and there were drawing board easels piled up to disturb people's sight, and the large windows at the end of the classroom had white gauze curtains that were blown up.

He saw a back in the classroom with his back facing the door, a figure with an arched back, wearing a light gray loose T-shirt.He put his knees against his chin, and because of this, the bones on his back could be seen very clearly.

He was very thin, as thin as bones.

As if hearing the movement, the other party suddenly turned his head to look at him.

Fu Qiong saw a face exactly like her own.

But the face was thin, the eyes were bigger, and it looked a little tired.

Because of his frightened appearance, his beautiful deer eyes gleamed.

Fu Qiong walked up to him boldly, and Wei Wei leaned over: "Are you Fu Qiong?"

"..." The other party looked at him and swallowed, "...you..."

Fu Qiong seemed to understand something at that moment, an answer was ready to come out in his mind, but he knew that if he said it, then everything would be over.

But he didn't want to end it yet, he seemed to have... something important.

"You're so skinny." Fu Qiong raised her hand to touch the other person's head, and couldn't help laughing, "Was I so skinny back then?"

Fu Xiaoqiong in gray clothes whispered: "Are you 'Fu Qiong' too?"

"En." Fu Qiong nodded.

"Ah." Fu Qiongsong in gray clothes

After taking a breath, he looked him up and down again, "You seem to be doing well."

"Not bad." Fu Qiong straightened her waist.

"Are you rich?" Little Fu Qiong asked.

"You've really been a money fan since childhood." Fu Qiong laughed and said proudly, "Of course."

"Then are you still doing what you like?" Little Fu Qiong raised the oil painting brush, "Are you still painting?"

"Of course." Fu Qiong nodded.

"It's so great." Little Fu Qiong turned his head, he straightened the small cards clipped on the drawing board for copying, and took paint from the palette.

"Sunrise Impression." Fu Qiong tilted her head slightly, crossed her arms and recalled, "How many times have you copied it? You like to draw it when you are in a bad mood, it always calms you down."

"Forgot." Little Fu Qiong said, "Because I like it, I am tireless."

Xiao Fu Qiong copied this picture, deliberately added warmer tones, and slowly outlined the casual and romantic port of Havre in his mind with brush strokes.

"Ah, that's right." Little Fu Qiong lowered her head, her neck curved into an arc, "...do I have a lover?"

"Yes." Fu Qiong looked at the painting in front of her with gentle eyes.

"Are we happy?" Xiao Fu Qiong raised her head and added a few strokes.

"Well, he loves you very much." Fu Qiong said, "You will experience many enjoyable and interesting things together."

"Really." Little Fu Qiong raised her chin sharply, keeping the corner of her mouth curved.

Fu Qiong knelt down and looked at him, but little Fu Qiong didn't look at him. He looked at his drawing board: "I'm having a bad time right now."

"I know." Fu Qiong raised her hand to brush away his bangs, and whispered, "I know you've been insomnia all night, I know you're anxious about your graduation project, I know you're still an intern, but because of the surrounding Excellent colleagues make you feel a lot of pressure... I know that my mother's back pain recurs from time to time, which makes you uneasy, and I also know that you are trying hard to forget Sui Zhen, so that you will not fall into your feelings for him again. "

Little Fu Qiong's eyes were slightly red: "..."

"I know it all." Fu Qiong stretched out her hand and opened her arms to him, "I know it better than anyone else."

Little Fu Qiong dropped the brush and drawing board, raised her arms and hugged him.

"Thank you." Fu Qiong patted his thin back and held him in his arms.

"I don't know what to do." Xiao Fu Qiong closed her eyes and hugged him, tears streaming down his neck.

A breeze blows in from the large windows behind me, carrying the warmth of spring and the scent of flowers.

He hugged himself at that time, as if he finally accepted himself at that time.

Fu Qiong let go of him, and said in a low voice: "Today is... By the way... I have to find someone, so I can't accompany you."

He took out two pieces of paper for Xiao Fu Qiong to wipe his tears, and while carefully wiping his face clean, he said, "Don't give up."

"Yes." Xiao Fuqiong nodded.

"Go to a place with light, and the fog will dissipate at sunrise." Fu Qiong said.

Xiao Fu Qiong looked at him and raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

"I used to really cry a lot..." Fu Qiong stood up and said helplessly, "I'm leaving."

Then he walked out of the classroom quickly.

How long, how long will he end this long...

He doesn't want it to end yet.

Fu Qiong rode out of the west gate and turned into the familiar square.In the greasy food court, small vendors began to set up stalls beside the road, and "Broad Sea and Sky" was playing on the radio, and the more he rode, the hotter he got.

Familiar Internet cafes, familiar milk tea shops and musical instrument shops.

Here it is.

Fu Qiong parked the car on the side of the road and suddenly felt a headache.

No, no... He seems to be getting more and more unstable.

He walked quickly into the community, walked downstairs to the two of them, and saw a large truck in the distance, and someone was moving things onto the truck one by one.

He saw a man next to the car looking down at his phone with a cigarette between his index and middle fingers.

The slender and tall man seemed to have received some kind of induction, raised his head slightly and

Fu Qiong's eyes met.

Fu Qiong felt her heart beating wildly.

The heartbeat that was about to burst out of his chest made him feel as if his hearing was blocked in place. He couldn't hear anything, but he could only see the man with a cigarette in the distance and his eyes indifferent.

He walked towards himself slowly and stood in front of him.

"Senior?" Sui Zhen looked at him with uncertain eyes.

"Yeah." Fu Qiong said, "Sui Zhen... Long time no see."

In front of him was the 20-year-old Sui Zhen in Fu Qiong's memory, with handsome and indifferent facial features, and always felt alienated. He slightly parted his lips, hesitated for a while, and then suddenly said in a firm tone: "...you are not a senior."

"I am." Fu Qiong looked at him and smiled slightly, "But I am not your 'now' senior."

Sui Zhen didn't seem to be surprised why the Fu Qiong standing in front of him was not Fu Qiong. There were still subtle changes in his eyes from now, and the eyes at that time were not as soft and firm as they are now.

Fu Qiong knew that this Sui Zhen should be the "Sui Zhen at that time" in his fantasy.

After all, in that year, he and Sui Zhen hardly saw each other.

But he probably, will be like this.

Sui Zhen just looked at him, the workers behind him were still moving their furniture and things, like performing a mime.

"I'm going to move out of here." Sui Zhen finally said, "I found the house last winter, and I never told you."

"I know." Fu Qiong put her hands behind her back, "I also know that you have been waiting for me."

"How old are you older than me now?" Sui Zhen asked.

Fu Qiong snapped her fingers: "Maybe...it's ten years old."

"..." Sui Zhen couldn't believe it, and looked up and down the others, but finally softened his eyes and said, "Senior seems to be doing well."

Sure enough, when his expression softened, he became more and more like the current Sui Zhen.

"Is there anything you want to ask me?" Fu Qiong said.

"I don't know what to ask." Sui Zhen said, "Maybe... I just see that you are doing well."

After a while, he asked again: "Then, do I still meet with you?"

"Well... Actually, you have become a very powerful game planner." Fu Qiong said, "And I am doing the original painting, and we are making a very powerful game together."

"..." Sui Zhen stunned for a while with a cigarette in his mouth, choked on it, and coughed in disbelief.

Then he dropped his shoulders, as if deflated for a moment: "Then why did you move? I don't understand."

"I don't want to be friends with you for the rest of my life." Fu Qiong raised her head, "We will meet each other with a better version of ourselves in the future."

Sui Zhen's expression was still a little sad, and there was always an indelible gloom between his brows.

The workers finished transporting the last box and asked Sui Zhen when he would leave.

Sui Zhen sat in the co-pilot, and Fu Qiong stood beside him.

"I'm leaving." Sui Zhen lowered his eyes, stared at Fu Qiong for a while, and said, "So... will we really meet again in the future?"

"Yes." Fu Qiong raised her hand to touch his cheek.

Sui Zhen looked at him in confusion: "..."

"Goodbye." Fu Qiong laughed, "See you later."

Sui Zhen looked at him from the car window, still watching him leave with a confused expression.When the truck disappeared from his sight, Fu Qiong looked up at the old small building where the two of them lived.

Fu Qiong walked to the edge of the building and wanted to step on his feet, but just as he stepped up the stairs, the white light suddenly faded, and he entered a blank space.

Then, he was awakened by more and more rising enthusiasm.

Fu Qiong opened his eyes, and saw the familiar ceiling, and the white light that quietly opened on his face through the curtains.

Sui Zhen's hands lay across his chest, and his face was buried between the pillow and his neck.

On the rest day of the weekend, he was still sleeping soundly.

is a dream.

It was a strange dream.

He dreamed that he was back in college, dreamed of... himself and Sui Zhen.

Fu Qiong has had this dream several times, dreaming that she re-joined high school.

Kao, dreamed that he and Sui Zhen met for the first time, dreamed that he did not move out of the apartment with Sui Zhen, this time there was himself in the dream, which he did not expect.

He knows that the river of time will only make people "forced to move forward", and the only way to return to these moments is to dream, but the older he gets, the more tired he is, and he doesn't even have so many opportunities to have a long dream in his deep sleep .

The present self, satisfied and happy, is enough.

Fu Qiong stretched out his hands from the quilt, and closed the thin gap in the curtains. The room finally fell into warm darkness. He turned sideways and arched into Sui Zhen's arms.

"Wife..." Sui Zhen said softly.

Sui Zhen is the same every time, subconsciously hugging him in his sleep.

Fu Qiong responded, put her arms around his waist and closed her eyes.

The joy of the weekend is that you can hold the person you love the most and sleep a little longer.