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"He should eat in the lounge inside." The boy wearing a large T-shirt said, "Why don't you give him a call?"

He Shuning was in such a hurry that he forgot that he could make a phone call. He took out his mobile phone to dial a number, and at the same time followed the boy's instructions to walk inside. He turned around the side door, and all he saw was a red velvet curtain.

He lifted the curtain, and the sudden light shone on a place not far from him.

Looking at the figure, it is a boy wearing a black shroud with blood on his face

backstage lounge -

"Senior Fu, your lunch." The girl with ponytails handed over a lunch box and a freshly squeezed juice.

Fu Huaiyan reached out to take it: "Thank you!"

Just as he was about to open the lunch box, the mobile phone on the table rang. Seeing the name dancing on the screen, the corners of Fu Huaiyan's mouth curved up.

In the next second, he couldn't laugh anymore, because he heard the child's panicked voice: "Fu Huaiyan, where are you?"

Fu Huaiyan closed his eyes, and immediately got up and walked out: "Where are you?"

He Shuning didn't know where he was either, after the beam of light passed by just now, the surroundings went dark.

The boy with the bloody face in the shroud was too scary, he didn't dare to walk around, and he didn't know if there was anything scarier than that boy beside him.

He Shuning was crying in his heart, trying to keep calm on his face: "In the auditorium, your side looks so scary."

Fu Huaiyan comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, those are just things for their rehearsal, I'll come to you now, okay?"

There was a sudden gong, and the voices from the outside and the phone overlapped.

He Shuning was about to cry: "Woo~Fu Huaiyan, can you hurry up, I'm not really scared, but these voices are too loud, I don't like it."

He is not afraid, he is dignified young master, the successor of socialism in the new era, how could he be afraid of some ghosts and monsters.

The child on the other end of the phone was muttering non-stop. Fu Huaiyan listened carefully and coaxed him softly: "It's all fake. I'll be right over. Have you had lunch? What did you eat?"

He Shuning whimpered and recalled: "Scallion pork ribs, whitebait custard, cold fungus, and hot and sour potato shreds, the auntie at the vegetable window knew me and gave me a bowl of rice balls made with wine, but I didn't finish eating, so I just ran away Came to find you."

This kid has four or five dishes for a meal, and the treatment is really a bit good. I don't know if the little savings in his pocket is enough for him.

After finishing speaking, He Shuning also realized that he ate a little too much, he explained: "I heard that military training is very tiring, so I want to eat more, so that I can train with strength in the afternoon, and I won't order so much after a few days , I will save some money, and I haven't even taken a sip of the wine balls that my aunt sent me at noon."

Fu Huaiyan knew He Shuning's eating habits. He tasted all the dishes on the table, continued to eat the ones that suited his taste, and never touched anything that didn't suit his taste.

Hearing what the child said, he probably ran over to look for him before he had eaten a few mouthfuls of lunch.

Fu Huaiyan quickened his pace and walked forward, but said softly, "Don't waste money, I read the drawing you submitted, and I'm going to give you a salary increase. You are growing up, so you need to eat more."

He Shuning nodded movedly: "That's right, that's right, Auntie said the same thing."

Fu Huaiyan smiled: "Then you are not full at noon, can you eat with me later?"

He Shuning said softly, "Okay."

Finally arriving at the front desk of the auditorium, Fu Huaiyan walked to the console, paused the music that was ringing gongs, and turned on all the headlights in the auditorium. The students who were rehearsing performances on the stage stopped for no reason, and all looked over.

Fu Huaiyan made an apologetic gesture. Then, he looked around the auditorium and asked softly towards the phone: "Can you see the light? Go to the place where there is light."

So, a few seconds later, the members of the drama club who were rehearsing the performance on the stage saw a white, tender and delicate boy coming out from behind the red curtain where the dummy props were piled up.

He Shuning was holding the phone, his eyes were slightly red, and he was carrying a medical bag in his hand, and he just appeared in front of everyone in a daze.

Fu Huaiyan walked towards him stepping on the light, with a smile on his face: "You found me."

He Shuning pursed his mouth: "Fu Huaiyan, I will definitely have nightmares at night."

The tall man in the cultural shirt held the boy wrapped in the military training uniform into his arms, mixed with the warm yellow and old lights, like a literary movie that was reluctant to part with many years ago.

Fu Huaiyan patted He Shuning's head, and said solemnly: "Snoring, you can't be scared."

Feeling the warmth of the palm on the top of his head, He Shuning's fear was reduced by half. He raised his head and laughed at Fu Huaiyan: "Senior, why are you so naive?"

For you, it's okay to be naive once in a while.

Fu Huaiyan showed a smile: "I used to be scared, my little dad often coaxes me like this."

He Shuning asked with interest: "Were you timid before?"

"That's right, I don't even dare to sleep alone." Fu Huai said solemnly: "You must not tell others."

He Shuning smiled: "I will keep the secret for you."

Knowing a secret of Fu Huaiyan, He Shuning happily forgot all the fear just now.

A big forum, the post about Mr. Fu's name A Youzhu, set off another climax.

[Look, look, love is real. 】

[It's all gone, Boss Fu is in charge. 】

[The male god who had been secretly in love with him for three years was snatched away, I didn't feel sad, but was ready to move, wanting to smash the male god's CP, I was crazy. 】

[To be honest, there is something wrong with this video, the composition and lighting angle, even my professional director department can't shoot it. 】

[Relying on the professional investigative ability of my journalism department, I can tell you 100% that Boss Fu has fallen in love. Look at the smell of dog food overflowing from the screen. 】

[So, can the beautiful juniors consider us? 】

[By the way, the elementary school brother is He Shuning, from the Fine Arts Department of the Academy of Art. His professional ability and written test are the No. 1 admissions of his department, a top student! 】

[Big guy matches big guy, powerful, perfect match. 】

[Please note that according to reliable sources, Senior Xia arrived at Yundu Airport at noon today]

[I thought it was fake news, but it really came back? 】

[New love, old love, tsk tsk, a big show. 】

[Come on, the next door has posted a bet. Currently Xia Xuechang and He Xuedi are at 19:103, everyone passing by, don’t miss it, hurry up and buy it! ! ! 】

In the lounge, He Shuning was holding Fu Huaiyan's arm to check the injury, and there were small bruises on the place where the basketball hit his arm.

He Shuning found the spray for reducing swelling and clearing silt from the bag, with a distressed expression on his face: "Why didn't you say so sooner! It's all turned into this."

What has it become?

Fu Huaiyan frowned, looking at the small bruises that were not very serious even if they were on Omega's body: "Well, I will definitely tell you next time."

The fragrance of traditional Chinese medicine permeated between the two of them. While rubbing Fu Huaiyan's arm vigorously with his small hands, He Shuning paid attention to his expression: "Does it hurt?"

Fu Huaiyan nodded: "It's not bad."

He Shuning put in more effort: "The doctor said that the blood congestion needs to be rubbed hard to melt away, and you have to endure the pain."

Alpha nodded indifferently: "Okay."

After more than ten minutes, the two who had packed up began to eat.

Fu Huaiyan took another lunch from the logistics office, reheated it, and put it in front of He Shuning together with the cup of freshly squeezed drink: "Your."

He Shuning smiled embarrassingly: "I came here to see your injuries, and I didn't intend to rub you off."

Fu Huaiyan took apart the chopsticks and gave them to him: "I'm bored eating alone, it just so happens that you can accompany me when you come."

The reheated rice no longer had the original fresh taste, and the two meat and one vegetarian dishes were piled up in the box, which didn't look good, but He Shuning still ate happily.

The so-called sleepiness after eating and drinking, He Shuning didn't sleep well for two consecutive nights, and fell asleep in the faint mint fragrance.

He was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with his head hanging slightly from side to side, he told himself in his heart that he couldn't sleep, couldn't sleep, but he still couldn't resist the drowsiness.

Fu Huaiyan, who was sitting next to him and watching the report on the orientation process of the student union, suddenly felt his shoulders heavy. He turned his head and was very close to He Shuning's white and tender face.

He had no choice but to take the remote control of the air conditioner to increase the temperature, and then covered He Shuning with the coat he had put on the sofa.

He Shuning rubbed his shoulders with a small face, and murmured: "I'll just sleep for a little while, a little while."

Fu Huaiyan laughed, patted the child's arm lightly, and said in a low voice, "Sleep!"

Maybe they could go a step further, he thought.

When He Shuning woke up, most of the curtains in the lounge were drawn, and the corner of the sofa where he was sitting could not see a ray of sunlight.

"Are you awake?" Hearing the movement on the sofa, Fu Huaiyan turned around: "There is still half an hour before the military training starts, you can sleep a little longer."

He Shuning shook his head, rubbed his eyes and sat up, the shirt jacket covering his body slipped off, and the tip of his nose seemed to be filled with a faint scent of mint.

He took a look at his coat and asked, "Senior, is it yours?"

Fu Huaiyan came over with a glass of warm water: "Yes."

He Shuning took the water glass and returned the clothes to him: "Did I waste your time?"

Fu Huaiyan sat down beside him: "No, everyone went back to rest at noon, nothing to do."

He Shuning felt relieved: "Oh!"

Gudong Gudong drank most of the glass of water, he put down the glass, and asked suddenly: "Senior, what club are you in?"

With a new life and a new atmosphere, He Shuning is also planning to join a club, and usually participates in some group activities to meet different people.

After thinking about it, Fu Huaiyan just happened to be in the club, so he might as well hang out with the boss as close as possible.

Fu Huaiyan answered every question: "Computer Club."

Uh, like Jiang Hengyan, it's all related to majors.

Then should he find someone related to art, such as a comic agency?Sketch club?Chinese painting club?

While there was still time, He Shuning was about to ask Fu Huaiyan to learn from him, when the door of the lounge was pushed open from the outside.

"Senior Brother Fu, I heard they said you were here, so I came here directly."

He Shuning raised his head, and he saw a handsome, clean and pure boy.

The other party opened his big misty eyes and looked at Fu Huaiyan with affectionate eyes: "Long time no see, I brought you a special gift."

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