wind blowing

What Fu Fenglan meant by asking this was of course not just his name.

He was wondering how much of what he had said was true and how much was false.

The most important thing in a relationship is honesty and security.

If even identities can be forged, what about others?

Like... feelings.

Fu Fenglan thought so, but didn't say it.

He has always been gentle and stable character, unwilling to say hurtful words.

He didn't want to hurt Jing Yu, but he couldn't accept that all the intimacy during this period started with lies.

This is too outrageous.

Jing Yu said anxiously: "I didn't lie to you about anything else, only my identity..."

Fu Fenglan looked at him quietly: "So, back to the question just now, why did you lie?"

Jing Yu: "..."

Fu Fenglan thought for him: "Does your family belong to the underworld? Do secrecy work? The young master wants to experience the love of the poor? Or—worried that I will covet your property, so test me in this way?"

Fu Fenglan's tone was unsteady, with a gun and a stick, sharper than ever before.

The end of the story is obviously self-deprecating, with a hint of indifference and coolness.

This has never appeared in their past conversations.

Jing Yu's eyes were reddened by his question.

Fu Fenglan's tone seemed to have wiped out the past tenderness and intimacy between them.

He was questioning him, doubting his intentions, doubting his feelings for him.

But even with the grievance up to this point, Jing Yu still gritted her teeth and refused to tell the truth.

Tossing and turning, I just choked up and said, "Emotionally, I didn't lie to you...".

Fu Fenglan originally had a cold face.

However, when he looked up and saw his red eye sockets, he suddenly seemed to be discouraged.

"Sorry," he wiped away the tears on his cheeks with his thumb, with great force, and when he touched it, it became soft as usual, "I was too emotional just now, I couldn't choose what to say."

Jing Yu cried bitterly.

Fu Fenglan hugged him on his lap, wiped his face with a tissue, and apologized softly.

Pat him on the back to keep him from crying so hard.

She even made him a calming osmanthus tea and brought him a plate of hazelnut chocolate and cookies to prevent him from crying and hungry.

In the end, the positions of the two were completely reversed.

It seemed that Fu Fenglan was the one who did the wrong thing, and Jing Yu was the one who was wronged.

After about 10 minutes, Jing Yu finally got tired of crying.

Jing Yu drank sweet-scented osmanthus tea with swollen eyes, took a sip, raised her face, and said, "It's too weak."

Fu Fenglan: "Scented tea should not be too strong to prevent heart palpitations and insomnia at night."

Jing Yu: "Then add sugar next time."

Fu Fenglan: "There is no rock candy at home."

The two seem to have returned to their usual state.

One is steady and the other is coquettish.

One to care for, one to be cared for.

Fu Fenglan didn't press him anymore, and he didn't have to hiccup from crying.

But Jing Yu knew that this was just a peaceful appearance.

Although Fu Fenglan is gentle, he has always been a very principled person and has a clear mind. It is impossible for him to be fooled by him so vaguely.

That night, the two showed a rare sense of distance.

Fu Fenglan didn't mention the day's events again, but he seemed unusually silent, with his head slightly lowered, sitting on the bedside and watching David Bordwell's "World Cinema History".

Originally, Jing Yu was trying to flatter her, so she was smelly and sprayed, so she deliberately wore Fu Fenglan's big black T-shirt as pajamas, and a pair of white boxer shorts on her lower body, the pajamas could barely cover her butt.

Innocent and bold seduction.

With his back to him, he pretended to spread the quilt, changed the pillow towel, bent down to pour tea, and was extremely busy.

There is only one core purpose - to let the white and slender legs dangle in front of him.

Almost raised the horn and yelled: "Come and see, the buttocks and white legs that jump off the building price, buy one get one free, no one cheats!"

However, Fu Fenglan had only one reaction - turn a blind eye.

Sitting upright on the head of the bed reading a book, without squinting, without any interference.

During the period, I got tired of watching "World Cinema History", so I even changed to Akira Kurosawa's "Toad Oil", took off my glasses, rubbed my temples, and continued watching.

It seemed that what was dangling in front of my eyes was just a large piece of lively pork belly.

Under such deliberate neglect, Jing Yu also became angry.

Okay, I'll wash it for nothing, but you don't want it.

I don't know good from bad!

Toast, do not eat and drink fine!

I'm not serving you anymore!

Both of them were angry in their hearts, so they simply turned to the sky and walked on each side.

Jing Yu rolled up the quilt directly to sleep, her butt pointed towards Fu Fenglan, the meaning was obvious, if you have the ability, please ignore me, and don't come to kiss me, I'm going to sleep.

Fu Fenglan really didn't touch him.

After watching "Toad's Oil" for another hour or so, I took off my glasses and put them neatly on the bedside table, turned off the desk lamp, and went to sleep.

For the first time since the two dated, they had different dreams in the same bed.

The next few days will be an unprecedented cold war.

To say it is a "war" is actually a bit exaggerated.

Fu Fenglan still took good care of him, made him breakfast, made scented tea, bought clothes, drove him to watch a play, and brought him a power bank when his phone was about to run out.

It's just that the tenderness of the past is gone.

In the past, when two people met and their eyes met, one of them would lose control after a while, grabbing the other's wrist, skin to skin, and lingering to death.

Now Fu Fenglan didn't look him in the eyes anymore.

When the porridge bowl was handed over, he lowered his eyes.

Ask him if he wants sauce and vinegar, and don't look at him, but at the white jasmine print on the pale green tablecloth.

When Jing Yu was taking a bath, she deliberately didn't take her pajamas, pretending to forget it, and asked him to take it.

Fu Fenglan quickly threw the pajamas in through the crack of the door, then turned around immediately, refusing to stay for a second, as if he was afraid that he would run out naked and forcefully kiss him.

The undercurrent in the ordinary days is surging and surging.

Fu Fenglan's silence didn't look like a threat, but rather like anger.

There is still a trace of grievance that is not easy to detect.

The meaning is obvious.

If you don't tell the truth, I won't force you, but you can't stop me from being wronged.

I am open and honest, telling you that I am wronged.

I was so wronged that my eyelids drooped, I couldn't lift my head up, my energy was gone, and I staggered when I walked.

The old man sells miserably and is the deadliest.

Jing Yu could hardly bear to tell the whole story.

After another night of silent bed-sharing with different dreams, Jing Yu woke up.

He lay sideways on the bed, facing the balcony, thinking that he couldn't go on like this anymore.

Whether it's an explanation or a quarrel, he must talk to Fu Fenglan.

Husband and wife do not have overnight feud, quarrel at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed.

If the cold war between him and Fu Fenglan continued overnight, it would go bad.

Jing Yu closed her eyes.

Gathering up his courage, he opened his mouth and said, "Fu...Old Fu."

no respond.

Jing Yu felt ashamed, but knew that she had to take the initiative to take this step, so she raised her voice again: "I have something to tell you."

Still no response.

Only then did Jing Yu realize something was wrong, and turned her head abruptly.

The other side of the bed, empty.

Fu Fenglan left a note on the bedside table with clear handwriting:

I went to record an outdoor variety show. I will be back in a week and take good care of myself. ——Fu

Jing Yu: "...?"

Dying.

The sun is out in the west.

His curls.

He even ran away from home without saying a word!