What bad thoughts can a canary have?

One of Lin Fei's little troubles is that he recognizes the bed. He can't sleep on the bed in a foreign country. The soft and comfortable mattress wraps him up, and he doesn't feel as safe as sleeping on the small bed at home.

Early the next morning, he stared in a daze, Zhou Mian excitedly shouted from far to near, calling his name like a ghost, Lin Fei put on his boots and opened the door, Zhou Mian gave him a big hug, " Lin Fei! Do you miss my brother?"

Lin Fei didn't bother to pay attention to him, sitting on the edge of the bed and yawning lazily, "Why are you here now?"

"I'll be here as soon as I get off the plane."

Zhou Mian looked at him from side to side, and his heart was full of joy. Yesterday morning, his uncle told him that he would bring Lin Fei to London, and you would come with him. He didn't say much, and he understood the rest by himself. The chance of the two getting in touch, how many sparks of love were wiped out during the travel.

Along the way, he was imagining a romantic date with Lin Fei, and it would be best if he could hold hands and make a boo, so that he could be more than a friend, but not a lover.

He is a really considerate and good uncle.

Zhou Mian is not a person who can sit still. He hooked Lin Fei's shoulders and strolled around this large villa next to the park. There are countless guest rooms, a large open-air swimming pool, a temperature-controlled wine cellar, a gym, a game room, a home theater, His favorite is the endless garage.

Dazzling luxury cars are lined up in rows, which can be called the ultimate dream of a man. Zhou Mian sat down on a black Aston Martin, put his cheek on the steering wheel affectionately, and said coquettishly: "Baby, I'm so happy!" Miss you, leave for half a year, your glory is still there, let me fuck you again."

Lin Fei was about to vomit. He got into the co-pilot and buckled up his seat belt. He was a little at a loss. Secretary Bai sent him back last night and only turned on a few lights. He had a vague feeling that the villa was very luxurious. He went shopping with Zhou Mian just now. One circle, there is an illusion of being in another dimension.

Yesterday he was a simple and ordinary student, today he is wandering in the Tower of Babylon built by money, fame and fortune.

At this moment of great impact on the three views, the advantages of a good tutor are reflected. Lin Fei is neither humble nor overbearing, as natural as at home, without restraint at all, and the self-confidence of a teenager is vividly displayed in him.

Zhou Mian likes him like this.

The first stop of the two of them today was the National Art Museum. Zhou Mian's loose English was not available on the stage, so all diplomatic activities were handed over to Lin Fei, and Zhou Mian was in charge of making Lin Fei happy with witty words.

Lin Fei occasionally took a few words of ridicule, obviously they were uncle and nephew, Zhou Mian and Fu Shiyue were completely two kinds of people, one was Coke in summer, the other was red wine in the wine cellar, there was no comparison at all.

"Damn it, why are there so many naked men! They're still taking a shower!"

The two stopped in front of a picture, and Zhou Mian raised his head in amazement.

Lin Fei put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, "You should be glad that the people here can't understand Chinese, this is Jesus being baptized."

Otherwise they would both have to be kicked out.

Zhou Mian hooked his shoulders and smiled mysteriously, "Lin Fei, what's wrong with this Jesus, there are so many people next to him taking a bath."

Lin Fei smiled lightly and said seriously, "This is painted by Francesca. I read the analysis in the book. This painting is drawn according to the golden ratio. It is the same as Da Vinci. What we see The layout of the picture has been carefully calculated by the painter to ensure the perfection of the composition."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's actually the Fibonacci sequence."

Zhou Mian suddenly realized, "I know, your WeChat name."

When it comes to mathematics, Lin Fei explained seriously, "The Fibonacci sequence refers to a set of numbers. The first item is equal to the sum of the last two items. When the numbers get bigger and bigger, the ratio of the last number to the previous number will gradually increase. Close to 0.618, which is the golden ratio..."

Zhou Mian seemed to understand, and shivered all over his body, "If I am guilty, the police will come and arrest me, instead of letting me hear mathematics in London."

A voice sounded behind the two, "The beauty of art is the same, and mathematics is also a kind of art."

Lin Fei turned around and saw a man in his forties, dressed in an insulting manner, with a peach pink shirt, fluorescent green leggings, a pair of tide-like red high heels, bright lipstick, and even more hair. It's so colorful, it's almost got me gay tattoos on my face.

Zhou Mian said "Fuck", with a disgusted expression on his face, "Stay where it's cool."

The man was not annoyed, and looked at Lin Fei with a smile, "You are right, this painting does use the golden ratio, which school are you from?"

"I study in China, Qiantang High School." Lin Fei said obediently.

The man looked at him and smiled even wider, "I have been a visiting professor at Qiantang University, and I really miss the braised pork in front of the school."

Zhou Mian's eyes almost rolled to the sky, despite his braggadocio, this kind of teaching is still like a beast.

Lin Fei couldn't help laughing, "Is it that delicious? I'll try it when I have time."

"What's your name?" the man asked.

Lin Fei said without thinking, "Lin Fei."

The man took out a small pink notebook from his shirt pocket, with Hello Kitty drawn on it, and wrote with a fluffy brush, "I guess it's Fibonacci's Fi."

Lin Fei nodded, "Yes."

"Next time I give a speech at Qiantang University, you can come and be a volunteer." The man put back his notebook and pen, "See you later."

Turning his head and walking forward, his posture is quite enchanting.

Zhou Mian rubbed the goosebumps all over his body, "Damn it, this man is a pervert, you dare to tell him his name."

Lin Fei chuckled, and said as he walked, "He said that mathematics is also a kind of art, so I don't think he is a bad person. Besides, he was a visiting professor at Qianda University."

"If he is a professor, I will be your son in the future." Zhou Mian curled his lips in disdain.

The two of them played wildly all day, and when they got home, it was completely dark. From a distance, they saw that the villa was brightly lit, like a castle in a fairy tale.

There was no princess in the castle, and Secretary Bai was sitting on the velvet sofa in the hall. When he saw two children coming back, he told the kitchen that the food was ready to be served. Lin Fei glanced around and was a little disappointed that he didn't see Fu Shiyue.

The two chatted about today's experience while eating. After serving the last dish, Secretary Bai came over and said solemnly: "Mr. Fu's stepmother and younger brother died in a plane crash. He needs to take care of his affairs. This holiday is my responsibility." Come spend time with you."

Zhou Mian opened his mouth in astonishment, "When did it happen?"

Thinking of Fu Shiyue's phone call last night, Lin Fei felt uncomfortable and didn't know what to say.

"Zhou Mian, you should know that I don't know anything about Mr. Fu." Secretary Bai's tone was harsher than Lin Fei had ever heard before, and it was completely different from the kind of amiability Lin Fei spoke.

Zhou Mian seemed to be used to it, sighed, looked at Lin Fei's frozen side face, and said in a low voice: "My uncle's mother committed suicide when he was 14 years old, his father was married, and now this wife is his father My uncle's affair partner, um... I heard from my mother that she used to be a young lady, and she hooked up with my uncle's mother before she passed away. Once she died, she entered the house and got married. Before the first seven years, she gave birth to my uncle. Brother, that feels really bad..."

It was really uncomfortable, Lin Fei felt the same, no wonder he felt that Uncle Fu's words and deeds were so in line with his wishes, it turned out that Uncle Fu had a similar experience to him, not a bit worse than him, he remembered the day when he had an appointment with Yan Hao , What Uncle Fu said to his parents in the car, a person with so much pain in his heart can say such rational words, Uncle Fu is really gentle.

While thinking, he vaguely noticed that what Zhou Mian said was confusing. Isn't the uncle's mother the grandmother?

He said the same as everyone else, and was about to tease Zhou Mian, Secretary Bai coughed a few times, "London is on strike recently, the police are all on the streets to maintain order, the law and order may not be very good, you two should be more careful. "

Zhou Mian scratched his hair, "No wonder there are so many people around on the street, I thought they were scrambling for toilet paper."

As expected of you, Lin Fei was convinced.

At night, Lin Fei couldn't sleep, so he held his mobile phone in his bed and checked the questions for a while. Aunt Li took a few photos of Alpha. The little guy who was shy a few days ago is now daring, lying on Lin Fei's bed to bask in the sun, sleeping on his back. , the places that should be coded are exposed.

Lin Fei picked out a few photos and saved them in the photo album. He vaguely heard footsteps in the corridor and glanced at the upper left corner of the phone.

Two in the morning.

Lin Fei gently pushed the door open, and the huge marble stairs spiraled down. Secretary Bai was walking down slowly, when he vaguely heard Fu Shiyue's voice, he stood at the door for a few seconds, returned to the room, and went straight into the bathroom .

He propped himself on the sink with one hand, and splashed some water on his face with the other hand, as if he had just come out of the bath. Then he unbuttoned two conservative pajamas, revealing the slender and beautiful lines of his neck, turned and walked down.

A light came on in a corner of the hall. Fu Shiyue was sitting on the single sofa with his elbows on his knees. Secretary Bai stood beside him and whispered something. When they heard Lin Fei's footsteps, they both turned their heads and suddenly stopped. Stop, silent.

It's like a secret has been revealed.

Secretary Bai smiled, "Mr. Fu, I'm leaving first."

Fu Shiyue nodded his precious chin, waved towards Lin Fei, and said with a half-smile, "Can't sleep?"

"I'm scared alone." Lin Fei walked over and sat down, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Fu, my condolences are changing."

"Life is a matter of life and death." Fu Shiyue said casually, while folding up the sleeves of his shirt, his gaze swept over the water drops on his neck, and he paused slightly, "What are you afraid of?"

Lin Fei curled up his legs and rested his chin on his knees, "My sister said that the security is not good recently, I dare not sleep alone, can I... go to sleep in your room?"

Fu Shiyue was silent, didn't look at his hopeful eyes, slowly lowered the cuff buttons of the shirts on both sides exactly, stood up, "I'll give you something for self-defense, put it under the pillow."

Brick?

Lin Fei regretted throwing away the pogo stick.

Fu Shiyue walked into the study room on one side, and after a few minutes, he brought back a brown leather thing in his hand. When he approached, Lin Fei saw that it was a holster, with a pitch-black pistol inside.

He froze in place for a moment, staring fixedly at the gun.

Fu Shiyue put the holster on the table, and seeing Lin Fei's cute and startled expression, he couldn't help laughing, "Little friend, I have a license to hold a gun, so it's legal here."

Lin Fei blinked slowly a few times, curiosity outweighed fear, after all watching so many cop movies, this was the first time he saw a real guy, "Can I touch it?"

"Before you go back, it's yours." Fu Shiyue folded his arms, lowered his head and chuckled.

Lin Fei bent over and stood in front of the table, gently touched the cold metal surface as if it were a fragile object, and picked it up carefully, "It's so heavy!"

Fu Shiyue looked at his ignorant look, and smiled into his eyes, "Well, this gun has a range of 50 meters, which is enough for self-defense. You can go to the shooting range to practice tomorrow and get familiar with the recoil."

Lin Fei gently put it back on the table, playing PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds is one thing, but shooting at a living person would cause a lifetime of psychological shadows.

Fu Shiyue took the gun back, put it into the holster slowly, looked up at Lin Fei, lowered his eyes as if amused, and said in a calm tone: "The British Self-Defense Code clearly stipulates that if the back is against the wall, there is no way to retreat. In this place, counterattack is considered a legitimate defense, remember this, even if the gangster is seriously injured and dies, it is not illegal."

"From this wall to the foyer, exactly 50 meters."

A gust of cold air shot up from Lin Fei's spine, and instantly swept through his limbs and bones. To say a living life is an understatement, is Uncle Fu serious?

Fu Shiyue did not raise his head. He fastened the button of the gun holster with his slender fingers, and said casually: "Country M applies the non-concession law. If you encounter criminals, the police cannot provide protection. You can use deadly force, which is counted as self-defense."

The chill was getting deeper and deeper, Lin Fei fixedly looked at his face, his expression was light and calm, with a warm smile on his lips, why did Uncle Fu study these things...

Fu Shiyue raised his eyes and met his stunned and terrified eyes. He was startled for a second, then chuckled softly. The dimples on his cheeks were as warm and intoxicating as the spring breeze in April. "The rubber bullet in the gun, what do you think?"

Lin Fei's nerves were like a tight rubber band, which instantly relaxed, and the congealed blood flowed back to his limbs, "Uncle Fu, you scared me, don't talk like that in the future."