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"It's so sudden... I was planning to invite you out for dinner this weekend..."

Hu Tao's father's surname is not Hu, but his real name is Du Chenghong. Fang Wei has been used to calling him Mr. Du since he first moved here.At this moment, looking at Hu Tao, who was obviously emotionally depressed, Mr. Du awkwardly diverted his attention with his kindergarten painting homework.

Although very reluctant, thinking of the unfinished pictures in the picture book, Hu Tao was coaxed back to his home by his father.Fang Wei was about to close the door, and Mr. Du, who had just walked away, strode across the cramped space in the corridor with long legs and asked Fang Wei if he needed his help.

"It's okay, the people from the moving company should be downstairs soon, and they will take these things down for me." Fang Wei looked at the man in front of him who was sweating because he rushed home, and remembered the care he had taken before. , some are reluctant to part with such a kind neighbor: "I have been here for so long, you have helped me a lot, and finally I can say thank you in person, it is really great."

After all, they have been neighbors for some time. Speaking of which, Fang Wei is also somewhat reluctant to part with the father and son.

When Wei just moved in two years ago, Du Chenghong, who had just turned 30, was in a state of separation from his wife.

When Hu Tao first entered the small class, Fang Wei made a special trip to visit home. It was only a year later. When he visited again, the smiling hostess was no longer in the house, and the spacious and bright room seemed empty. Swing a lot.

Although Du Chenghong looked haggard at that time, even in the worst times, he was a qualified father. After officially divorcing his wife, he tried his best to take care of Hu Tao by himself, which made Fang Wei very happy. admiration.

Although he got a reply that he didn't need help, Du Chenghong still gave his hand enthusiastically. He neatly stacked the boxes on the living room floor.Speaking of which, he also came to Teacher Fang's house many times, and most of the things in the living room were still there. Except for a few clothes in the suitcase, Du Chenghong was a little curious about what was in those heavy big cardboard boxes.

After receiving the call, Fang Wei looked back from the window, and went ahead to unscrew the handle of the anti-theft door.

"They're downstairs... Thank you so much for today, I still need to trouble you so much before I leave."

I don't know if it's because of dealing with children all day long. Apart from his gentle tone of voice, Fang Wei always uses polite words on his lips, as if it has become a habit long ago.Du Chenghong smiled and signaled him not to worry, got up from the sofa to say goodbye, and asked Fang Wei as if thinking of something before leaving the house: "So this weekend, is there still a chance to treat you to dinner?"

Fang Wei showed a rare look of embarrassment, as if he had some concerns.

Although it was a bit regrettable, Du Chenghong, who was a few years older than him, expressed his understanding.

After returning home, there was movement in the corridor soon.Du Chenghong looked through the cat's eyes, but the two or three strong workers in uniform did not appear in his imagination, only a young man in a suit and leather shoes entered the opposite room.After a while, the two began to move some of the luggage and went down. It took about three times before Fang Wei solemnly locked the door.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor never turned on again. Du Chenghong walked into the bedroom, and as expected, he saw Zhengxiang's son sleeping crookedly on the drawing book.Du Chenghong smiled to himself, not wanting to wake him up, he hugged him to the small bed with his waist and head protected, put him on the small bed, and before exiting the room, he still didn't forget to wipe off the saliva on the notebook carefully.

"There are quite a lot of things. Before Mr. Song came, he told me that you probably don't have anything to bring. You will have everything when you move over." The man sitting in the driver's seat closed the car door, fastened his seat belt, and Looking at the big box stuffed into the back row from the rearview mirror: "I can only wrong you to sit in the co-pilot's seat. There is no place to sit in the back, so just be patient."

Although the appearance is not impressive, the dedicated driver also knows that the identity of the person next to him is very special.

Fang Wei let out a "huh" and didn't make any more sound during the whole process. If it wasn't for breathing, Song Xinshu would have suspected that he was the only one in the car.Even with the seat belt on, Fang Wei's sitting posture is very upright, probably due to tension, there is a wide distance between the back and the backrest.When passing the traffic light, you can see the straight line connecting his neck and back when you turn your head sideways.

"Are you nervous?" The young man's eyes fell on Fang Wei's hands: "Hands have been shaking."

The destination is on the outskirts of the city, and the closer it is to the new home, the more obvious Fang Wei's tension is.When the car finally stopped, with the light of the underground garage, when Song Xinshu turned his head again, he saw Fang Wei's slightly red face, his tightly pursed lips, and his fingers tightly clutching his knees. Like a rabbit that fell into a wolf's den, it looks a little pitiful with its head down.

"Are you okay?" As if knowing what Fang Wei was thinking, Song Xinshu said, "Don't be nervous, he won't come back today."

Rather than saying that Song Xinheng is not at home, it is better to say that there is not even a single person in this new villa that I bought not long ago.

But even if there is no one there, all the lights in the whole house are on, which can be regarded as a welcome to Fang Wei, a new resident.He was slightly relieved, and before he could be overwhelmed by the gushing sense of loss, a cold key was stuffed into Fang Wei's hand.

"The security work here is very good. Even if you go in through the main entrance, you don't have to worry about being photographed. It's getting late, so I won't go in. After Mr. Song finishes recording, I have to send him to the company. Thank you for moving in by yourself."

The talkative Fang Wei immediately nodded his head, and in a blink of an eye, Driver Song changed cars and disappeared without a trace.

Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time before, Fang Wei still had a flattered feeling when his feet were actually stepping on his garage at this moment. It took him a while to calm down and moved the most important thing. The box goes out of the garage.

Fang Wei has been to this place before, and he also knows that the backyard is terrifyingly large.When he walked around to the main entrance, he dug out the code that had been copied in advance, twisted the key for a long time and checked the fingerprints, and finally entered the house.The duplex building with all the lights on at the same time looks more like a castle from the inside than the outside. Fang Wei changed his shoes carefully, and moved to the side of the sofa after hesitating for a long time.

When I was still daydreaming a long time ago, I thought about what I would do if I could enter his home.

It is probably because there is no possibility of realizing it, so I really dare to think about anything. It is no exaggeration to say that this place is to Fang Wei what a treasury is to a beggar. For Catholics in Jerusalem, in Fang Wei’s previous daydreams, what he most wanted to do was to be able to roll barefoot on the sofa of his imaginary boyfriend’s house.

Of course, this is only part of the mourning plan. In fact, he still wants Song Xinheng to feed him on the sofa.

But now, this sofa that appeared in his obsessive world is lying in front of him. Although the person involved is not there, in terms of impact, it is enough for Fang Wei. Sway on this leather sofa.The toes were curled up and stretched out in the leather slippers, and they looked up and forgot about the living room, but they didn't see a camera.

After a long while, I finally mustered up the courage to sit on the edge, poked the handrail, and sank into a small pit.

"So it's this kind of feeling..." He poked it again: "It's a soft touch..."

The position directly opposite is a huge TV LCD screen. Fang Wei carefully picks here and touches there, as satisfied as a cat who has stolen fish until its tail is up to the ceiling. When he suddenly looked up, he saw on the screen own smirk.

Airports, meet and greets, concerts, carnivals... He has seen this kind of smile many times from others.

He knew that it was not the usual Fang Wei, which not only made him feel strange, but also made him uncontrollably excited.