Sober candy

He was the one who said he wouldn’t contact me in the future, and he was the one who took the initiative to send messages in the middle of the night. Fu Jing lay on the bed holding his phone and stared at him, and the time on that sentence: 00:00, suddenly felt like He is an old hooligan who strikes up a pure and beautiful man to relieve his loneliness in the middle of the night.

-good.

The pure and beautiful boy returned immediately.

Tsk, the heart is very beautiful, the corner of the old hooligan's mouth is raised, but the momentum is quite strong, he asked:

—Senior Lin, I found out that you always steal my energy, isn't this a good thing?

Lin Xu couldn't help smiling, this is out of the question, why do you use this kind of thing as an excuse?He didn't expose it either, and sent a message:

— Excuse me, bedtime entertainment.

This made Fu Jingzheng feel embarrassed, he thought for a while, and replied:

—It's okay, I'll just say it casually, and you can accept it as you like.

Lin Xu replied over there:

—Thanks, and to make up for it, I'll help you feed the chicks.

Fu Jing secretly laughed a few times, and then asked:

- Don't you think it's troublesome?

—By the way.

—Do you have many Alipay friends?Do you charge each friend's energy?

—Yes, I don’t have many friends, they are all colleagues at work.

The self-imagined ambiguous relationship became awkward because of the word "yes".

what is this? !

Pretend to be passionate and shameless! !

Fu Jing's face was a bit ashamed, he had no desire to continue the conversation, and was about to end the conversation:

— Very good, just don’t stay up too late, go to bed early.

Lin Xu didn't reply immediately, and Fu Jing didn't really sleep, he just stared at the dialog box and waited, because he thought Lin Xu would send him a "good night".

After waiting for a while, Lin Xu hadn't sent "good night", nor had the words "the other party is typing" on the dialog box. Fu Jing was silent for a while, cursed himself for being an idiot, then turned off the phone and threw it on the bed Head, lights out and sleep.

The person buried in the bottom of my heart, after seeing him once, I can no longer pretend to be indifferent, close my eyes, and still see him in my mind.

The young look, the old look, the smiling face, the dark complexion, the proud posture standing on the podium and talking, and the book sitting next to him in meditation...

In Fu Jing's dazed mind, he recalled the day of parting, when Lin Xu put his arms around his waist, buried his head in depression and kissed his shoulder through the clothes.He pressed close to him, feeling the hot chest of the person beside him rubbing against his arm, pressing half of his body, and smelling the fragrance from the neck of the person on his body, his heartbeat became even stronger.

Heartbeat, bang bang.

Fu Jing frowned slightly, took a deep breath, closed her eyes tightly, and supported her dick who got up suddenly with her hands, and buried her head under the quilt.

The next morning, Fu Jing didn't get up early. After chatting last night, he no longer went to morning exercises to save energy for others to steal the earthly desire. He slept late until eight o'clock, opened his eyes and lay on the bed staring at the bedroom The ceiling here is dead.

You don't need to rush to write the script, because Director Yuan likes to prepare with multiple hands, um, Lin Xu, so he not only asked him to write it alone, but he couldn't write it without inspiration, Lin Xu, Fu Jing closed his eyes and squinted for a while, um, Lin Xu Xu, Lin Xu, um, um, slippery Lin Xu.

In the end, between deciding whether to get up and go downstairs to buy groceries, or continue to spend the breakfast time quietly under the covers and wait for lunch, Fu Jing chose to lift the covers and go to the toilet to solve his physiological problems.

Going to the toilet, washing his face and brushing his teeth, making the quilt, Fu Jing didn't go to morning exercise or eat breakfast this morning. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and pulled on his slippers. While smoking, he slowly carried the kettle, and gave it to the corner of the study room and the desk. Water the potted green plants, and spray some water on the small Clivia plant on the table. There are crystal clear water drops standing on the new green leaves, full of extravagance, light and elegant.

When the busy work was done, Fu Jing took the "Ancient Ship" from the bookshelf, dragged the chair to the balcony, and the wind was beautiful and the sun was just right, and he lay down on the grand master's chair to read the book. His eyes followed and his mind followed. , Sort out the plot of your script and find inspiration.

Yuan Ping’s intention is to shoot a rural love that can reflect the reality. The hero Jiang He and the heroine Zhou Qi are both low-level people in the old era. For a period of time, under the arrangement of their parents, they voluntarily entered into marriage.

The problem arose in the late stage of marriage. Zhou Qi worked in his hometown to earn money to take care of the children. Jiang He went to a big city for a long time. Having never returned home, Zhou Qi was furious when he heard about it from his fellow countrymen. He borrowed money to buy a ticket, took his two children, and went to Jiang He's city to ask someone to question him, but was told that Jiang He had just been imprisoned for robbing a jewelry store.

The story will be told in reverse. In order to provide Zhou Qi with a set of gold jewelry, Jiang He joined the robbery team under the instigation of others. Later, the incident was revealed, his accomplices escaped, Jiang He was imprisoned, and Zhou Qi received a call from the police station. When they arrived at the prison, the husband and wife looked at each other in silence through a cold iron fence.

From the beginning to the end, Fu Jing took the pen and recorded the thoughts just now in the notebook. When writing, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "Fate is impermanent, and good fortune makes people fool". After finishing writing, Fu Jing yawned and raised his head. After a lazy waist, my stomach started to growl after an empty morning.

Looking at the time on the clock on the wall, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. After reading the book, Fu Jing started to write the manuscript as soon as he felt inspired. He slumped on the seat and squinted for a while before standing up and going to the kitchen to find something to eat.

There are quite a lot of fruits, but Mr. Fu is a person who wants to eat a formal meal. The spinach, tomato, and carrot that I bought earlier are gone, and there are only two stupid eggs sitting side by side in the grid. Except for the bottom of the refrigerator, it has been frozen for a long time. In addition to the iron steamed buns, there were three full rows of beer and half a can of old godmother above. Fu Jing stood in front of the refrigerator for a while, and then took the only ingredients to cook for himself.

The most high-end ingredients often only need the simplest cooking method. After steaming the three ice-iron steamed buns in a pot, the core of the steamed buns is actually still hard. Take out two, cut into cubes and pour into the egg liquid, pour in the sesame oil, add salt and cumin powder and stir evenly, heat the oil and stir in the pan.

Another steamed bun, Fu Jing hollowed out the cold heart, spread the old godmother on each layer of steamed bun slices, and placed an arc around the plate. This is the main meal, and then it will be fried, and the crispy golden yellow will smell of barbecue. The steamed buns are poured into the middle of the plate, which is a side dish.

A table, a pair of chopsticks, a bottle of beer and a dish.

Fu Jing snapped her fingers and said with a smile, "Perfect!"

While eating, I touched my trouser pockets, and prepared to play softer music to match the emperor's meal.

He just had two mouthfuls of rice, but he couldn't find it. Fu Jing thought about it, put down his chopsticks, and went to the bedside in the bedroom to look for it.After searching for a long time, I couldn't find it, so I lay down on the floor and looked inside, only to realize that it must have been making the quilt this morning, shaking a little violently, and the phone fell under the bedside table.

— Fu Jing, if I am your regret, I hope that I can say goodnight to you every day in the future.

-Good night.

As soon as he took out his mobile phone, he opened Alipay first by accident, and all Fu Jing saw were these two sentences.

The time was sent at 01:30 in the morning. It has been a long time since he put down his phone. I don't know if he went to other places to steal energy, or if he deliberately waited for him to fall asleep before sending it. Anyway, Fu Jing knew that he would You have to run another five kilometers.

In the afternoon, he was in a good mood, and Fu Jing felt that he was in love again. The other party had already given the promise. This time, he really felt the warmth of Senior Lin. After digesting, I changed into sportswear and went out for a ten-kilometer run.

In recent years, due to work, Fu Jing got up early and rushed to write articles late at night, resulting in excessive fatigue. In addition, as he got older, his physical fitness began to decline. In the past half a month, he ran every morning, but he developed a good habit of exercising. The spirit is full of energy, the whole body is full of energy, and the more tired the more excited.

On the way home, Fu Jing was covered in hot sweat, his head was a little dazzled by the heat, and his hair seemed to be steaming. It was actually quite cool in the evening, but Fu Jing couldn't feel it, and the surrounding air was still very warm.He turned his head to look at the round dark orange sunset in the sky.

The setting sun sticks to the twilight sky like an egg yolk, hanging above the stacked buildings near and far. On the cold and straight vertical and horizontal lines, the rounded arc is extraordinarily soft and gentle, combining rigidity and softness, which is quite beautiful.

With a smile on the corner of Fu Jing's mouth, he raised his hand to wipe off his sweat, held up the phone lens to find a good angle, took a photo of the salted egg yolk, opened the Alipay message and sent it to Lin Xu, with a note:

good evening.

Lin Xu didn't return again, guessing that he should be at work at the moment, so he walked to the neighborhood supermarket with his mobile phone in his pocket.

Alipay offline payment can save energy. Fu Jing bought a lot of vegetables, a bag of rice, and a bag of noodles. The supermarket is not far from where he lives. .

Before entering the building, from the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of the two children of Zhao He's family, carrying their schoolbags, running towards him from the avenue of the community, and raised their hands to greet him with a smile.

"Uncle Fu!" The girl's voice was clear and clear.

"Uncle Fu! Wait for the two of us!" The boy's voice was crisp and brisk.

"Yo!" Fu Jing smiled, put down the bag, and beckoned at others: "You two, slow down! Why did you come here!"

"Come if you want!" Zhao Zhengzhou came over and raised his voice to reply, put his schoolbag on his shoulders, helped Fu Jing carry two bags of vegetables, and coolly shook his head: "Go! Uncle, Followme!"

Fu Jing looked at the man's posture, patted his head, and asked with a smile: "Young man, help me carry the vegetables, isn't your schoolbag heavy?"

"Not sinking or sinking!" Zhao Zhengzhou shrugged his shoulders twice, and said with a smile: "Look, it's loose! Nothing!"

Fu Jing looked at the two in front of him, there seemed to be nothing in the schoolbag, it was strange: "You two didn't do homework?"

"We finished our homework today at school." Zhao Yu squeezed over to pick up the bag of noodles, stood next to her brother, and smiled at Fu Jing: "Uncle Fu, do you want us to rely on your house for a meal?"

"Success!" Fu Jing smiled, picked up the last remaining bag of rice, and walked in with the two children in front of him: "What do you two want to eat tonight? Uncle will make it for you."

"It's fine," Zhao Zhengzhou said, "We're not picky eaters."

Fu Jing smiled: "Want to eat roast goose? His shop is nearby. After we finish packing, I will drive you two to have a meal."

"Next time," Zhao Yu thought for a while and said, "It takes two or three hours to wait in line for his store, and the store is small, so we have to blow the air outside at night."

"That's right," Zhao Zhengzhou echoed, looking up at Fu Jing's wet hair, "Look, you just finished exercising, and you're sweating profusely, and you'll freeze later."

"Okay," Fu Jing clicked his tongue: "Then I'll cook a few dishes later."

"Put less oil, Uncle." Zhao Yu smiled a little embarrassedly: "I'm losing weight."

Fu Jing looked at her: "Isn't this pretty thin? Are you still losing weight at such an old age?"

"Good guy! She's losing weight! She's going to lose weight!" Zhao Zhengzhou raised his voice and unceremoniously disrupted the situation, and complained to Fu Jing: "Uncle, ignore her! She was blinded at school today. The stupid kid with a big eye said it looks good, so she started to make it again! How to put the oil, she is so fat that she can't get married!"

"Zhao Zhengzhou!" Zhao Yu shouted with a blushing face.

"Master is here!"

"You bully people!"

"That's right, I'll bully you!" Zhao Zhengzhou raised his neck with a hippie smile and shouted: "My brother bullies my sister! It's only right and proper!"

"Zhao Zhengzhou!"

"Come on! Come on! Hit me!"

Fu Jing smiled, picked up her things in a bright mood, and ran behind the two of them to the building.