wind blowing

Jing Yu slept from one o'clock to five o'clock in the afternoon.

Before Fu Fenglan left, he closed the curtains, and the room was so dark that he couldn't see anything.

Jing Yu touched the phone to check the time, then buckled it back, and continued to lie under the quilt, closing her eyes to catch up on sleep.

I followed Fu Fenglan today because I was worried that he would be bullied by the show crew because of not enough coffee spots, so I quietly followed to see if he needed help.

Although I promised Fu Fenglan that I would not interfere with his life again...

But the habit has been formed for many years, and it is difficult for people to change it for a while.

If it is not discovered, it is also possible, right?

Jing Yu is like a worried old father, secretly following his child to school, worried that he will not get enough to eat and sleep well, and worried that he will be excluded by bad classmates.

Seeing that Fu Fenglan dealt with the locals with ease, he was relieved.

Jing Yu doesn't care whether he can win the game, nor does he care much about whether this show can attract fans for him.

All he was worried about was that Fu Fenglan would not be bullied and have fun.

At around six o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Fenglan came back.

Jing Yu was lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone. When she heard the voice, she couldn't turn her head back and raised her eyes: "Isn't it going to be after nine o'clock in the evening?"

"Participation in the night market activities at night is voluntary, not compulsory." Fu Fenglan reached out and touched his forehead to confirm that he did not have a fever.

Although he helped Jing Yu clean up before leaving, Fu Fenglan has always been more careful and cautious, and will confirm it carefully afterwards.

Jing Yu: "The night market should be fun? You can go there if you want, don't worry about me, if you go, there will be more shots."

Fu Fenglan smiled: "So worried."

Jing Yu looked like a small money fan: "I'm here, of course I have to earn enough money."

Helped up by Fu Fenglan, he sat on the head of the bed and drank a few sips of water.

Outside the window, the night market stalls are set up one by one, and the signs with LED colorful light strings are shining on the two streets along the street.

The aroma of marinated stew and cakes floats in through the window, making people greedy.

Jing Yu is the only one who is full of curiosity, and can't help looking out with her head raised.

Fu Fenglan: "Want to go?"

Jing Yu gritted her teeth: "I don't want to."

In fact, I have more than enough heart but not enough strength, and my legs are still weak.

Fu Fenglan: "I heard from them that there will be a fireworks show at night, and it will be very beautiful to watch from the bridge."

Jing Yu: "...I can see from here that they are still taller than them."

Fu Fenglan smiled: "Okay, just watch it here."

He went downstairs quickly, bought a bag full of pastries and boiled them back.

Jing Yu's eyes lit up.

Fu Fenglan dragged the table to the window, between the bed and the window, put a bagful of food on it, took them out one by one, and helped him insert the fresh milk tea straw:

"I'll watch with you."

This is the first time the two have sat side by side to watch the night scene.

Jing Yu's body was still a little weak, Fu Fenglan rescued him from behind and half hugged him, letting him nestle in his arms to drink milk tea.

The sky outside the window was pitch black, and the fireworks show hadn't started yet.

The hustle and bustle of people has already come in through the window, the sound of hawking and playing is endless, and it is very lively.

On both sides of the ancient street, crowds of people dressed in Hanfu passed by, and there were little girls running around with lanterns in their hands, leaving a string of bell-like laughter in the streets and alleys.

There is a sense of trance through ancient times.

Jing Yu was fascinated.

In the past, he rarely came into contact with the night market.

The night market has a kind of fireworks, its attractiveness is not possessed by high-rise buildings and busy traffic.

Because it is fresh, noisy, not so tidy, but definitely familiar and kind.

In the night market, the heart no longer has a fixed place, but is placed on a flat ground.

Everyone was soaked in spicy oil and balsamic vinegar, and the aroma of cooked sesame seeds wafted for miles.

The soul and heat rise together, blooming into fireworks in the dark night, and the sky is gilded and bright.

Fu Fenglan took a sip of hot tea: "Have you ever seen a night market?"

Jing Yu shook her head: "Brother, don't allow it. He said that the roadside stalls are dirty, and eating them will cause diarrhea."

Fu Fenglan: "What kind of person is your brother?"

Jing Yu hesitated for a moment: "Very fierce, very strict, unreasonable, occasionally I do well in the exam, he will smile at me..."

Thinking about it carefully, it was all tragic memories.

Fu Fenglan said "Oh": "Then he must not know about me and you?"

Jing Yu became nervous.

Although I knew that such a day would come, I still couldn't help but twitch my lower abdomen when I really mentioned it.

Jing Yu took a deep breath: "I don't know yet."

Fu Fenglan looked out the window, and a small cluster of fireworks had already started to rise: "Does he know that you like men?"

Jing Yu: "I don't know if I like men or not."

Fu Fenglan turned his head to look at him.

Jing Yu whispered: "Because, since I was a child, I only liked you, and I haven't tried other possibilities."

At the young age of love, there is only this one person in my heart.

Concerned about his physical recovery, his work and career, his hobbies.

He has a frown, a frown and a smile.

So that it has never been caught by others.

The fireworks outside the window are blooming at this moment.

The silvery-white flowing gold bloomed to the surroundings, and the momentary splendor and grandeur filled people's hearts and filled the entire window.

Fu Fenglan looked down at him, his eyes were like a deep sea with rough waves.

"What if there are other possibilities?"

Jing Yu was dumbfounded: "What?"

"If, one day, you find that I am not as good as you imagined, you can choose a better one..."

Jing Yu abruptly interrupted: "There is no such possibility!"

His voice was a little hoarse, his eyes were red, and he raised his eyes stubbornly, as if he was a little bit annoyed.

He has said such things, and what is the difference between confessing to him with his heart.

Fu Fenglan is still saying this...

Is it reconciled to pissing him off?

Fu Fenglan's tone suddenly softened: "I'm talking nonsense, I'm sorry."

He hugged him tightly, patted his back lightly, and coaxed him softly.

After a moment of excitement, Jing Yu calmed down.

He thought it might be because he didn't tell Chu Zishi about his relationship, so Fu Fenglan felt insecure.

So he explained: "I didn't tell my brother, because I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to accept it for a while. He is really bad-tempered and arbitrary, and he might do scary things. I even kept it from him when I came back to China. I said I was studying in Europe..."

Fu Fenglan said quietly: "Yes."

"Wait, let me think about it again, how to find a suitable time to pave the way..."

Fu Fenglan was silent.

Because of being hugged face to face, Jing Yu couldn't see his expression and couldn't help but panic.

How to do.

Fu Fenglan must think that he is not sincere...

There's no reason to let your boyfriend hide and hide, dragging his feet and refusing to see his parents.

What's the difference between a scumbag.

Just as he was up and down, Fu Fenglan suddenly said, "It's okay."

Jing Yu grabbed his clothes tightly.

"I don't know your brother or how he would react.

He may be fierce and opposed, and I can understand that.

But you believe, I will stand by your side.

You can tell me your worries and fears, and we will face them together. "

This time, Jing Yu hugged Fu Fenglan tightly and without reservation.

As if running here since they were seven years old, they hugged each other tightly through thousands of turbulent crowds and fireworks.

never separate.

In the light of the fireworks, Jing Yu whispered: "Then, you must not hate him, he can actually communicate, just need a little extra patience..."

Fu Fenglan said gently: "He is your brother, I won't hate him."

Jing Yu's heart suddenly settled down.

Fu Fenglan's tolerance and compromise made him feel that all this seemed less terrible and serious.

Without notifying Fu Fenglan, he suddenly picked up his phone and dialed a series of numbers.

Fu Fenglan turned his head when he heard the beeping sound: "You..."

The call is connected.

A calm male voice came from the other end of the phone: "You don't have classes at night, why are you crazy...why are you so noisy?"

Jing Yu was afraid that she would retreat.

Muster up the courage, close your eyes, kick your feet, and say loudly to the phone:

"Brother, I like a man. His name is Fu Fenglan, he is 29 years old."

There was a moment of silence on the phone.

Chu Zishi seemed to be trying his best to suppress his anger, and said sharply, "Chu Jingyu, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know, I'm not asking for your permission, just to inform you,"

In order to muster up her courage, Jing Yu's voice was surprisingly loud, loud and weak, and her voice trembled:

"You, it's useless for you to object, anyway, we, we've already slept together!"