A look at the south of the city

It was rare for Funan to be silent all the way. When they arrived at the restaurant they had reserved, the two of them were relatively silent. When the waiter came in, he seemed to feel that the atmosphere was not right, and fled after ordering.

Gu Mo looked at the man in front of him, and was quiet for a while. He might have been stabbed in the fatal spot, and now he was a little bit silent, staring at the mural in a trance.

When the dishes were all on the table, I didn't cheer up.Gu Mo sighed, got up to fill a bowl of soup, put vegetables on the dinner plate, and put them together in front of Funan:

"Don't you have a stomachache? Drink it while it's hot."

Seeing that this person hadn't moved for a long time, Gu Mo was too lazy to bother, and was about to sit back to his original position when someone grabbed his wrist suddenly. Gu Mo was unprepared and spilled hot soup, which dripped down Funan's arm.

Gu Mo frowned, and was about to stand up and give Fu Nan a few tissues, but Fu Nan still tightly clenched his wrist, Gu Mo was faintly angry:

"Fu Nan, what are you doing?"

The wrist protruding from the man's cuff was already flushed, but he didn't move at all. He just smiled at Gu Mo:

"Xiao Mo, I'm afraid that if I let go, you won't be here."

Gu Mo didn't want to listen to his nonsense, but his wrist was clenched even tighter. He was in a stalemate for a long time, and was about to shake it away, but Fu Nan let go first, and smiled apologetically:

"Let's eat first, I don't know if it suits your taste, try this, you should like it."

Gu Mo gently moved his plate away, and Fu Nan's chopsticks froze in mid-air:

"Boss Fu, I don't want to embarrass you, but I don't like sweets."

Fu Nan shook his head indifferently, smiled, and ordered another dish:

"I remember you used to like..."

Gu Mo also shook his head:

"I don't eat spicy food and I'm allergic to seafood."

Fu Nan: ...

When ordering food, Gu Mo said nicely, it's all right, whatever you want.Fu Nan had no choice but to order a table based on the impression in his memory.It stands to reason that this is what he likes. It may be that the taste has naturally changed over time.

Fu Nan sighed:

"After a long time, the taste will change. But Xiao Mo, can we have a good meal? It was originally for you, but now it's my own situation."

Before Gu Mo could speak, he heard the man tease:

"The person who came to you in the morning doesn't look like the type you like, Xiao Mo, am I still in the type you like? Or was I removed early in the morning?"

Fu Nan was addicted to his mouth, and he didn't expect that person to reply to him. He was thinking about what to give this hard-to-serve master to eat at night.

After confirming a few restaurants that Gu Mo might like, Fu Nan was distracted by the bouts of stomach pain, drank Gu Mosheng's soup, and felt his whole body warm up again.

Gu Mo was saving face, and moved his chopsticks a few times leisurely, until the end of the meal, he suddenly said:

"My taste hasn't changed, it's just that Mr. Fu didn't pay attention."

Fu Nan froze in place, and dropped his chopsticks in response to the occasion.

On the way back, Gu Mo was still very quiet. In order to ease the atmosphere, Fu Nan turned on the radio casually, and there were various songs full of age feeling in it. Occasionally, one or two popular songs merged together, and finally let the car have A few minutes of temperature.

Gu Mo looked helpless, and dug out a car CD from somewhere, and finally replaced the wonderful music genre on the radio:

"Boss Fu's aesthetics are as good as a day for decades."

Fu Nan smiled:

"When will Mr. Gu be able to give me some pointers? Choosing a day is worse than hitting the sun, so tonight?"

After making a sharp turn, the car was sideways on the side of the road. Before Gu Mo could react, he was pulled into his arms.

Fu Nan knew that according to Gu Mo's temperament, he would definitely be pushed away.

But still couldn't bear it.

Not enough people.

With Gu Mo's drunken hug last night, it seems like years of ice and snow, as long as there is a little warmth, I can't let it go, I can't forget it.

Gu Mo didn't move.

Fu Nan's voice seemed to have been ground by sandpaper, holding the person in his arms, he said:

"Gu Mo."

Back and forth, just one sentence.

I don't know when it started outside, it started to snow lightly, and it fell all over the ground.

Fu Nan opened the car door, and casually put his coat on Gu Mo's shoulders:

"It's almost here, why don't you take a walk... Don't move around, your hair has grown a lot in the past few years, use it as a clothes hanger for me, and compensate me for a new one if it gets on the floor."

Gu Mo was forcibly dragged out of the car for a walk, looking at Fu Nan who was trembling and acting bravely, he felt helpless:

"You're so old, I don't know what you're trying to do."

Fu Nan felt that this little brat was very lacking in vision, so he really wanted to bring it up and clean it up.

However, at this moment, the sky is full of first snow, covered with silver, and the scenery is moving.

Gu Mo's eyelashes were stained with snow, and he trembled slightly when he spoke, making him even more moving.

That's why when Gu Mo looked at him suspiciously, Fu Nan realized that he had lost his mind, and even forgot all about the previous slander.

Walking to the door of Gu Mo's house, the window reflected a warm light, Fu Nan was a little puzzled:

"Why... is the light on?"

Gu Mo looked indifferent, and returned the coat to Fu Nan:

"Why else? When President Fu returns home, isn't there a lamp waiting for you?"

Fu Nan only felt the cold wind blowing all around, and it took him a while to understand this sentence.

Gu Mo turned to open the door, but was hugged tightly by Fu Nan from behind. In his ear was Fu Nan's breath, like a whisper of sympathy for the world:

"Xiao Mo, don't scare me, I might be really old and I can't bear it..."

Gu Mo laughed out of anger, and rolled his eyes to the sky:

"Hey, Mr. Fu, what do you mean by 'possible'? You are Geng this year? If I remember correctly, you will be going to the third year after the new year, right? Don't stay with me all day and night pretending to be an innocent boy, it's better to save yourself."

Fu Nan was really flustered, and he didn't hear Gu Mo's teasing, good-tempered explanation:

"Xiao Mo, I'm only a few years older than you, and you just like it... Wait, how do you remember it so clearly?"

Gu Mo didn't bother to pay attention to him, opened the door and went in.The door was not closed, Fu Nan thought about it for a while, and then followed in kindly.

Funan, who is always in love, has a rare moment of hesitation today.

Fu Nan couldn't lose the scene, but he didn't know how much weight he still had in Gu Mo's heart.

My heart has no bottom, just like this snowy night, a piece of empty white.

After entering the house, I thought that the place would be vacant in the past few years when Gu Mo was away.

Unexpectedly, the windows are bright and clean, and even the furniture layout is similar to before.

It's just that there is one more person inside.

After coming out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes, he went to the kitchen to bring out the dishes, put them in the microwave to heat up, and at the same time took a hair dryer to blow Gu Mo's hair:

"Didn't you drive when you came back? Why is your hair wet, and you went out wearing such a thin coat again, and cooked your favorite dish, just heat it up... Who is this?"

Fu Nan was ignored from the moment he entered the door. Watching Gu Mo let the man blow his hair, although he raised his head and complained, but from Fu Nan's perspective, it looked like he was asking for a kiss:

"You are so annoying."

Gu Mo's eyelashes were still stained with snow, which slowly melted when he entered the room, and slid down from the end of his eyes along his cheeks, like a canna with dew on it.

Unaware of her beauty, she brushed her hair indiscriminately and turned on the microwave to get food.

The two people who were left stunned in place looked at each other, only to feel that they had passed away in a blink of an eye.

Fu Nan took out his gold-rimmed glasses and smiled pretendingly:

"I heard Gu Mo talk about you, is it Mr. Yan?"

The young man was slightly taken aback, then smiled in a gentle manner:

"Mr. Fu has good eyesight. After all these years, he is still young forever, and he can't tell his age at all."

Gu Mo arranged the dishes and saw the two of them chatting there, and felt a little strange:

"Yan Chu, aren't you busy tomorrow? It's snowing on the road, go back early and be careful."

Fu Nan kept his expression on his face, and for the first time, he said a few words of concern to Yan Chu. Before he could have a cup of tea, he heard Gu Mo speak leisurely:

"Mr. Fu, don't stay at my house if you have nothing to do. I don't care about food here."