Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

A ray of sunlight poured down from the window sill, and the warm yellow light hit the green plants in the glass bottle. The white flowers and green leaves set off each other, bringing some coolness to this hot summer day.

Fu Yunhen's slender fingers flipped through the stack of photos on the table bit by bit. It was a silhouette of a person from his childhood. The boy in the photo was seven or eight years old, wearing a well-trimmed suit and sitting next to him. In front of the piano, the smile is warm and bright.

He flipped through one by one, until he suddenly stopped at a certain moment, and the whole person seemed to have been pressed on the freeze frame button. It was the only photo of the two of them together.

The person on the left is in high spirits, with a clean and bright smile, like a precious pearl raised in a nest of gold and silver, without any dust from the world, and his temperament is as clean as a clear spring. The person on the right smiles gently, with bright eyes curved like Yueya, although her face is still a little green, but her body can already vaguely see the gentle and jade-like temperament in the future.

They are both elegant teenagers, but they look very right, with an indescribable harmony.

He Zhou looked at the person sitting across from him, and succinctly stated the news he had found in the past few days, "He Louming passed away in a car accident ten years ago. He was only young and had a relationship."

He looked at Fu Yunchen who was sitting on the opposite sofa. He closed his eyes and leaned back. All kinds of anger, shock, and disbelief did not appear. There was no negative emotion on that face, except for the expression on the back of his hand. The blue veins showed that he was far less calm than his face.

He Zhou lit a cigarette, but he didn't bring it to his lips. He just watched it burn slowly between his fingers, and the white smoke gradually rose, just like the person opposite him was as quiet.

Fu Yunhen opened his eyes, which looked like crushed obsidian, his voice was hoarse, "Can you give me one?"

Cigarettes were held between his pale fingertips, and there were flickering flames in his pitch-black pupils, which immediately fell silent, and he turned his head to look at the window.

There are some jasmine flowers with leaves in the glass vase, and a few scattered white flowers bloom on the curved and supple branches. The fragrance fills the whole room, and some of them have buds. Sunshine is growing hard, as if still wanting a future.

He Zhou looked at the people in the smog, his sharp and beautiful eyebrows were covered by the smog, and there was a dead silence between his brows when the sparks flickered.

He lightly dusted off the cigarette ash, and said without any emotion, "It's been ten years, don't take it too seriously."

He Zhou really doesn't care about these things. He always only pays attention to the result and not to the process. He also has a shameless temperament and gets what he wants without wasting much effort.

Fu Yunhen didn't speak, but slowly brushed off the soot on his body.

Ten years ago, He Louming and Qingyuan were together. He walked away for ten years, and he was alone for ten years. The smoke between his fingers was smothered. Deep as the sea!

When Qingyuan returned home, his Taoist couple was in the piano room, the melodious sound of the piano came, and the sunlight poured down from between his brows and into his eyes. "Fu Yunchen, you play really well"

My Taoist companion is talented and intelligent, and can learn everything quickly.

Fu Yunhen smiled lightly, the long eyelashes cast a small shadow on the eyelids, turned his head to hold Qingyuan's lips, and traced them slowly with his lips and tongue, until the bright red color appeared on the soft lips, he let him go , "How good is it?"

He dragged out his voice, with a bit of inexplicable and bewitching meaning.

Qingyuan really thought about it seriously, and after pondering for a while, he said, "I can't say how good it is, but I can't listen to other people's playing just by listening to you."

Fu Yunhen paused with his fingers, and slowly lowered his eyes.

At night, Qingyuan was lying on the bed, and his Taoist couple huddled in his arms familiarly. Qingyuan touched his spine with one hand and another, "Fu Yunchen, why are you like a cat?"

Very clingy, and likes to curl up in people's arms.

Fu Yunhen drew circles on his chest with his fingers, his breath lingering like filaments, "Then you have to pet your cat well..."

The skins were pressed together, with an intoxicating temperature, and the sheets were clenched and wrinkled, like layers of flower petals.

Fu Yunhen raised his head and looked at the man in front of him. The broken hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat. The round beads of sweat slid down the angular side face and dripped down on him along the sexy Adam's apple. His eyes were a little distracted. , Gently wiped away the drop of sweat with his fingertips, his voice was hoarse as if he had cried, "Don't go, I feel bad"

The tails of the eyes were flushed, and the face was also flushed. The knuckles of the fingers clasping Qingyuan's shoulders were so vigorous that they turned white. The whole person seemed to be fished out of the water. Trembling, clearly reaching the extreme, but still hooking Qingyuan and not letting him leave.

Qingyuan lovingly kissed his sweaty forehead, "Good boy, it's time for you to rest, let's continue tomorrow, okay?" Then he slowly backed out.

Fu Yunhen whimpered for a while, like a dying beast, he grabbed Qingyuan tightly, and murmured, "Qingyuan, don't go..."

Qingyuan kissed him slowly, "I won't leave, I'll be by your side."

He said these words over and over again, and gently took people to wash them. On the way, Fu Yunchen couldn't hold back and fell asleep, and was awakened instantly when he was put on the bed. He put his arms around Qingyuan's arm, looking a little aggrieved, half While half asleep, he said vaguely, "How could you treat me like this..."

Qingyuan asked, "How did I treat you?"

There was no sound for a long time, but the person in his arms had fallen asleep.

It was like this for several days in a row, Fu Yunhen was very pestering, Qingyuan knew that he was insecure, so he tried his best to pamper him.

One night, he woke up in the middle of the night and found that the people around him were no longer there. Qingyuan walked outside, only the moonlight and cicadas chirping in the middle of the night, Fu Yunhen leaned on the balcony railing alone, his figure was thin and thin under the moonlight, he With a face full of abandonment, there were cigarette butts and wine bottles on the ground, and the smell of alcohol still couldn't be covered by the smog.

What's going on here?

Qingyuan frowned slightly, and walked slowly in front of him, with a low voice, "Fu Yunhen, drink less."

Qingyuan usually also drinks, and there is a lot of wine in the house, but no one drinks like cold water.

Fu Yunhen's drunken eyes were red, he looked up at him when he heard the words, there seemed to be tears in his eyes, but when he looked again, there was nothing, he laughed at himself, "That's right, so I won't be like him."

Qingyuan's breath stagnates, who is it like?

He stretched out his hand to pinch Fu Yunhen's wrist, and pulled the drunk man in front of him into his arms, "Who do you look like?" He stared at Fu Yunhen closely, and asked in a deep voice, "Like He Louming, right? "

Fu Yunhen, who was quite well-behaved at first, struggled violently after hearing this, and he desperately pushed Qingyuan away, "You are enough!" Fu Yunhen panted violently, the alcohol seemed to release the various things he was desperately suppressing. With this emotion, his eyes were scarlet, and his voice was full of hatred, "Qingyuan, He Louming has been dead for ten years."

After the words fell, Qingyuan was stunned in place.

Fu Yunhen curled his lips slowly, unable to tell what it felt like, like a boulder was thrown into the water, and now the water splashed out, his throat was a little dry, and he took a deep breath, "Hey Lou Ming is dead, I am Fu Yunchen, there is no reincarnation at all."

He raised his eyes to look at the statue-like man, closed his eyes fiercely, but lowered his voice, "Either you forget him, or we...forget it."

The last two words came out with trembling.

He seemed to be finally unable to support himself, he squatted down slowly and curled himself up.

Qingyuan slowly picked him up, compared to the person in front of him, he looked a little too calm, "Fu Yunchen, are you drunk?"

Shaking his head feebly, "No"

Well, it seems that there is really a He Louming who has been 'dead' for ten years.

Qingyuan put him on the bed, turned on the air conditioner, and covered him with a thin blanket, "Go to bed first."

He has to check this He Louming who has been 'dead' for ten years.

Fu Yunhen closed his eyes and opened them slowly until he heard the sound of closing the door. He was betting whether Qingyuan liked him a little bit, not because he was like He Louming, but because he really liked him.

He gave Qingyuan a step, if he promised to forget He Louming, then they would start over.

but……

Fu Yunhen curled up his fingers uneasily, Qingyuan turned and left without saying a word, without even explaining.

It seems like he...lost the bet.