Reborn Fat Man Run

Asleep, Li Mao directly pinched his face.

Fang Yuan opened his eyes and saw such golden hair, he grabbed his hair and pulled it twice, Li Mao howled in pain.

"Where's my brother?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm going to have a good time, Xiao Yuan, go out to eat and watch a movie with me, okay?" Li Mao sat directly beside Fang Yuan, smiling coquettishly.

Fang Yuan rolled his eyes: "No."

"Hey, don't be as unreasonable as Fang Yan. I like a fatter child like you the most. It's so cute. I really want to pinch it. It's a pity that Fang Yan watched too closely." Li Mao said, putting the baby on his lap hand, and couldn't help but climbed onto Fang Yuan's arm.

Fang Yuan threw away his hand in surprise, what's wrong with this man, he likes to use hands and feet.

However, Li Mao still pushed his nose on his face, completely ignoring the other party's unhappy expression, and still finished pinching his arm and hand, finished pinching his face, and almost touched his thigh.

Fang Yuan couldn't bear the disturbance, so he slapped Li Mao's hand and shook him off: "Go away."

Just when Fang Yuan was about to throw Li Mao out, a loud shout came from the door: "Li Mao."

Li Mao trembled when he heard the voice, and stood up straight in disbelief, keeping away from Fang Yuan.

Looking at Fang Yuan, it turned out to be a woman, she looked petite and cute, with long and smooth hair, very beautiful.

"You don't need to do anything, do you? What are you doing here? If you can't finish all the things in the office today, don't leave work." Even though he looks petite, his voice is not low, and he yelled at Li Mao so that he shrank his head and walked away.

After Li Mao left, the woman Fang Yuan smiled and apologized, closed the door and left.

Fang Yuan sighed secretly, as expected, one thing dropped one thing.

I don't know where Fang Yan went, and Fang Yuan didn't call, but just waited in the office.

Lying on the sofa and waiting, I fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was going to be dark.

The curtains were drawn, and the office was pitch black but no lights were turned on.Covered with a piece of clothing.Fang Yuan looked up behind the desk, the computer was emitting a faint blue light, Fang Yan didn't know when he came back, and he didn't wake him up.

"Brother, are you back? Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Not long after I came back, I'm a bit busy today. I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't bother you."

"Oh," Fang Yuan got up and slept on the sofa, feeling uncomfortable all over, "What time is it?"

"It's past six o'clock."

"Where did brother go?" Fang Yuan asked casually, shaking his neck.

Fang Yan was silent for a while: "The police station."

"What? What's going on."

"The person who killed Zhou Lanting has been caught. Today is his opening ceremony, and I attended it as a witness."

"Who did it?"

"Her ex-husband, no, in fact, her ex-husband and her lover killed her together," Fang Yan said flatly.

Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, now thinking that Zhou Lanting had no feelings at all, neither resentment nor anger, only some pity and melancholy.

"Where is her cemetery? When you have time to pay homage to her."

"Okay, but she has no relatives and was buried in the cemetery."

Fang Yan rubbed Fang Yuan's head, Fang Yuan obediently leaned on him to think about something, sometimes, love can make people paranoid and then crazy.

In the evening, he ate out directly, and when he got home, Fang Yuan happily told Fang Yan the song he was going to sing.

"Sing it to me?"

"Okay, I'll write the lyrics for you. Actually, I like the other song very much, but that one is too sad." Fang Yuan said, lying down on the table and starting to write the lyrics.

Fang Yan leaned over to look: "This is not bad, but is there any story?"

In fact, Fang Yan doesn't listen to music at all on weekdays, and he can't recognize a few well-known celebrities if he is asked to talk about it. Apart from the hymns in his mobile phone and computer, there is only light music.Therefore, he had no doubts about where he got the song Fang Yuan was going to sing.

"Well, it's a pair of lovers who love each other but are always separated from each other. This song came about because I missed it too much." Fang Yuan glanced at the lyrics in Fang Yan's hand, bowed his head and continued to write the one he wanted to sing.

"How do you sing this?" Fang Yan asked with interest.

"Do you like it?"

"kindness."

Fang Yuan stopped writing, tilted his head and smiled, and then brewed his emotions: "I miss you day after day..."

Fang Yuan's song is not suitable for the kind of very vicissitudes of life and hoarse songs. His voice is unique and clear, so when he sang this song, he kept his voice very low and pressed his throat.But don't have a taste.

I wanted to cry while singing, Fang Yuan rubbed his nose and stopped: "That's why I don't want to sing, I'm afraid I will cry on the spot."

"Well, you sang very well, I've never heard you sing before." Fang Yan stepped forward and stood beside him, reaching out his hand, probably trying to hug him, but in the end it just landed on his head and rubbed it.

I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it.

Fang Yuan bowed his head, not knowing why he still wanted to cry, probably because of the influence of that song, and at this moment when he heard Fang Yan say this before, he felt very harsh.

I don't know when, the guilt towards the original Fang Yuan became less and less.

Maybe everyone is selfish, and he is no exception.

The time to run for the election was getting closer, and Zhang Qian was so anxious that he couldn't see anyone every day.However, on the morning of the election, Fang Yuan woke up and realized that he was top-heavy and his throat was so dry that he couldn't speak.

Fang Yuan is sick.

When Zhang Qian got the news, he wanted to crawl over directly along the radio waves, climb in front of Fang Yuan, pinch his neck and growl.Don't get sick sooner or later, but wait until this critical moment to get sick.

"Ahem, I don't want to either. It may be because I was sweating yesterday and turned on the air conditioner, and it was too low. So, please remember to answer it for me. I don't want to be deducted points."

"If you don't want to be deducted points, just get better. What should you do if you are sick? You will start running for the election today," Zhang Qian said anxiously.

Fang Yuan hoarsely said: "Actually, you can sing by yourself."

"how is this possible."

"Why not."

"You know, my family."

"Don't make excuses, that's not an excuse at all," Fang Yuan shook his head.

"I, I'll discuss it with them. You should pay attention to rest, take medicine, and drink more water. If it is serious, remember to go to the hospital."

"Got it, got it, you're more verbose than my brother."

I don’t know how Zhang Qian talked about it with his family, but in the end he got on top of the tank. He has been listening to that song for so many days, and everyone can sing it.

During the selection, all the teachers from the vocal and dance departments sat on the stage.

Wang Lin stood beside him with a basketball in his arms, cheering him on, and from time to time he provoked a tall boy next to him.

Zhang Qian showed no signs of stage fright, so he asked someone to set up the piano, and sang while playing.

It turned out that the person he had been looking for to help play the piano was himself, but at first he thought that he would play in the background without showing his face, but now he can't.

"Passed" passed on the spot.

When calling Fang Yuan, Fang Yuan felt that something was wrong with Zhang Qian's voice.

"What's the matter, the voice is weird, crying? You are not too happy."

"Yes, of course I am very happy."

"Ahem, I definitely don't laugh at you. Maybe when the party starts, I'll recover from illness, and then I can sing with you on stage," Fang Yuan said hoarsely.

"Then you should hurry up."

"Oh, I see."

20. The party...

After more than half a month, Fang Yuan's cold has already healed, but he still has a cough, and his throat hurts when he strains, and drinking a lot of water is useless.

The doctor said that there is no major problem, it will be fine after two days of anti-inflammation, eat more light food.

Fang Yan was extremely worried that he would make rock sugar pear soup for him again, buy throat lozenges, and replace the milk with honey water.

Fang Yuan laughed with a hoarse voice: "If it weren't for the unbearable voice, I would definitely feel like singing now. This voice is so sexy."

Fang Yan knocked on his head: "I'm not afraid that my throat will never heal."

"Don't be afraid, brother, I'll sing for you." Fang Yuan smiled and moved to Fang Yan's side, hugging his back.

Fang Yan glanced at him, quickly picked up a banana from the table, peeled it and stuffed it into his mouth, blocking Fang Yuan's opening and closing mouth.

"Well, it's a pity, I can't attend the party," Fang Yuan regretted.

Fang Yan slightly smiled happily: "I'll accompany you to see it."

"Well, go cheer for Zhang Qian."

This year's Freshman Gala is very special. It is not held in the Great Hall as in previous years, but in the large outdoor playground.

They also specially invited people to build a stage, rented speakers, and hung ribbons and balloons throughout the venue.There are banners all over the campus.

It is said that because of the many sponsorships, several companies are particularly willing to pay.

The student union was very busy, and people with charters were running around in the venue. On the stage, a handsome boy in white was holding a microphone and commanding loudly.

When Fang Yuan and Fang Yan arrived, it was almost time to start.Surprisingly, there were so many people that there was no room for seats. People were standing around and watching. There were also a few people with cameras, who seemed to be reporters.

Fang Yuan dragged Fang Yan to the backstage desperately, and saw the piano standing in the corner and Zhang Qian in front of the piano at a glance.

Zhang Qian just sat in front of the piano, looking at the score and humming constantly, looking very nervous.

He is wearing a very gentlemanly suit today, the suit is not buttoned up, his hair is slightly messy, and his face is serious.It looked like it had a different aura.

"Zhang Qian, I'm here, when will you play?" Fang Yuan walked over and greeted.

Zhang Qian seemed to be taken aback, stared at him and said angrily: "I still know, I thought you died at home, I'm so nervous now, I'm afraid not only can't play well, but also can't sing well. You Why is your throat still not good, are you?