I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

In the middle of the night, after recording today's material, the staff of the program team collectively evacuated this gloomy and terrifying homestay.

Only a few guests stay here.

Fortunately, in order to protect privacy, they turned off the cameras before leaving.

The room where Fu Zhun and Qiu Nanzhou lived was the "operating room".

The light is cold and dim, and even flickers on and off.

There was still a human skeleton stained with blood in the corner, and there were rows of scalpels with cold lights on the side. There were blackened and dried blood everywhere, and it was scary to look at.

Fu Zhun didn't quite understand why this program group didn't do something about Yang Jian.

But at this moment, Qiu Nanzhou wanted to call softly on the next bed: "Hello."

Fu Zhun was silent for a while, and after calming down, he turned his head coldly: "What are you doing?"

Fortunately, Qiu Nanzhou didn't care whether he was afraid of ghosts or not, he just asked inexplicably, "Why are you two getting together again?"

The words were vague and ambiguous, and Fu Zhun realized almost instantly that Qiu Nanzhou was talking about him and Cen Xiao.

He thought that Cen Xiao's mother seemed to disagree with their matter, so he was quiet for a moment, but in the end he didn't plan to spread it out, and chose to keep it a secret, with a deadpan expression: "What are you talking about?"

"Stop pretending." Qiu Nanzhou is not as stupid as Zheng Mocheng, he has already seen through the relationship between Fu Zhun and Cen Xiao at a glance, and now he is very sure: "Are you two together again?"

Hearing this, Fu Zhun suddenly fell silent.

He was attracted by the word "again" in Qiu Nanzhou's words.

Strictly speaking, he and Cen Xiao are indeed reunited.

But few people knew about the two of them in high school.

Fu Zhun glanced at him coldly, and looked at Qiu Nanzhou's expression: "Together again?"

"Isn't it?" Qiu Nanzhou snorted and said, "Do you think others really don't know about the relationship between you two?"

After a short pause, he saw that Fu Zhun just looked at him without making a sound, so he continued to speak arrogantly: "Do you think Auntie Meng would send Cen Xiao away again if she knew what happened to you two?"

"Where should I send this time?" Qiu Nanzhou sized Fu Zhun up and down, "It's not easy to avoid Xiao Fu, why don't you just send him abroad?"

"What do you mean?" Fu Zhun stood up from the bed unhurriedly, walked to Qiu Nanzhou's bed, and looked down at him with a cool look in his eyes, as if examining him.

After a moment of silence, Qiu Nanzhou's words were like a thread in Fu Zhun's mind, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed: "Did you tell the secret?"

At that time, the last time Fu Zhun and Cen Xiao met was in front of Meng Zhen's car when the summer vacation was approaching.

When school started after the summer vacation, Fu Zhun never saw Cen Xiao again.

He couldn't help but connect Cen Xiao's sudden disappearance with Meng Zhen.

Although Fu Zhun also thought that it might be because of their relationship that Meng Zhen took Cen Xiao away.

But it never occurred to him that there were other people intervening in the middle.

"Is this a secret?" Qiu Nanzhou smiled, and said in a cold tone, "I thought only those things you did were secrets."

"I fucking told you." Fu Zhun became angry when he heard him bring up the old incident nine years ago again: "Your sister is to blame for that."

Every word between his words seemed to be frozen: "If you dare to touch Cen Xiao again, I will make you be like Qiu Nanyou."

"My sister is like that, why don't you let her go?" Qiu Nanzhou's originally calm face instantly burst when he heard him mention Qiu Nanyou.

His words seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, with gritted hatred: "Are you not guilty at all?"

Just as he finished speaking, Fu Zhun was about to answer when he heard the sound of the door opening.

The strength is not strong, and it sounds very light, as if afraid of disturbing the people in the room.

Fu Zhun and Qiu Nanzhou subconsciously looked towards the door, but the corridor was too dark to see clearly.

Only an outline could be barely seen.

They all thought that the program crew turned around and came back to make troubles, and they both held their breaths and did not speak at the same time.

It wasn't until the people outside saw that there was no response inside that they called softly, "Fu Zhun?"

Hearing it was Cen Xiao's voice, Fu Zhun breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly greeted him, and whispered, "What's wrong?"

Cen Xiao's eyes flicked across Qiu Nanzhou's face, but finally ignored him and turned to Fu Zhun.

There was a pause, just when Fu Zhun wondered if he heard something just now...

Cen Xiao suddenly said an unbelievable and shocking sentence without changing his expression——

"Come with me to the bathroom."

Fu Zhun: "..."

He froze for a moment, then suddenly understood what Cen Xiao meant, nodded and said, "Yeah, let's go."

Hearing this, Qiu Nanzhou in the room suddenly sneered, lay down on the bed and turned his back to them.

He looked like he was too lazy to talk to this couple of dogs.

Cen Xiao glanced at him again, and finally withdrew his gaze from Qiu Nanzhou, and quietly closed the door.

He turned around and picked up Fu Zhun and walked out.

"Where are you going, brother?" Fu Zhun didn't have the arrogance he felt when facing Qiu Nanzhou just now. On the contrary, he was full of self-satisfaction. He squeezed Cen Xiao's hand with his fingertips, and asked knowingly: "Where are you going?" Isn't it the way to the bathroom?"

"Go out and live." Cen Xiao grabbed him and went to the door to change his shoes, and said nonsense solemnly: "Zheng Mocheng is talking in his sleep, it's too noisy."

Fu Zhun: "..."

Fu Zhun was quiet for a moment, his eyes turned around Cen Xiao's face, obviously dissatisfied with his answer: "Just because of this?"

"Otherwise?" Seeing that he was still in the mood to tease, Cen Xiao sneered suddenly: "Otherwise, could it be because Xiao Fu is always afraid of ghosts?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

He quarreled with Qiu Nanzhou just now, and almost forgot about the pile of underworld things in the room.

Shivering unexpectedly, after changing his shoes, Fu Zhun grabbed Cen Xiao and walked out.

There are quite a few hotels and B&Bs in the vicinity, and the two of them didn't go far, and went directly to the hotel next door, and it was convenient to go back and forth.

In the elevator, the numbers on the display kept going up.

Cen Xiao, who had been silent all this time, remembered the tense atmosphere between Fu Zhun and Qiu Nanzhou just now, and finally had the opportunity to ask, "What did you and Qiu Nanzhou talk about just now?"

"Nothing to talk about." Fu Zhun was asked for a moment, apparently not wanting to bring up this disappointing topic: "What can I talk to him about?"

"I thought you two had grown up, there shouldn't be any deep hatred." Cen Xiao only heard a little movement just now, but didn't hear the specific content of their conversation.

Now Fu Zhun didn't want to say it, but he didn't force him.

Hearing this, Fu Zhun nodded, followed his words and began to talk nonsense seriously: "Well, after all, I'm such an old man."

Fu Zhun is 25 this year, and he is indeed not a child anymore.

But when these words came out of his mouth, it seemed that he had inexplicably poked a joke, and Cen Xiao thought it was funny no matter how he heard it.

I couldn't help laughing for a moment.

This laugh instantly made Fu Zhun black-faced, and he quibbled awkwardly: "What are you laughing at? I'm not wrong."

Seeing him becoming angry from embarrassment, Cen Xiao cleared his throat trying to suppress his smile: "Well, Ah Ya is already this big, and he is taller than me."

"I remember you used to be as tall as me." While talking, Cen Xiao suddenly moved close to him, and raised his hand to gesture.

Fu Zhun looked down at him and said cheekily, "Who made me young."

Even though he was only one year younger than Cen Xiao, he still said without blushing and heartbeat: "What's the problem with growing a few centimeters in eight years?"

For some reason, Cen Xiao always felt that he seemed to be emphasizing the word "eight years".

After a sudden pause, Cen Xiao subconsciously wanted to withdraw the hand that was on Fu Zhun's forehead.

In the next moment, Fu Zhun seemed to notice it, and directly raised his hand to grab Cen Xiao's hand, wrapping it in his palm.

But the expression on his face was as usual: "Brother, isn't he going to talk to me?"

"What are you talking about?" Cen Xiao raised his eyebrows pretending to be calm.

As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator arrived at the floor where their room was located.

As soon as the door opened, Cen Xiao didn't delay any longer. He changed the subject and dragged Fu Zhun towards the room.

However, Fu Zhun didn't intend to end the topic at all, and still asked, "Tell me about what brother has been doing these past few years?"

"I don't really want to talk." Cen Xiao waited for Fu Zhun to enter the room, and closed the door behind his back.

He didn't want to recall the events of these years at all.

Because these years have been meaningless for him. Not only has his career started to decline, but he has no ideas about other aspects, and he doesn't know what he should do.

It wasn't until he met Fu Zhun again at that charity dinner that he barely found a goal.

At least chase him down.

Cen Xiao suddenly fell into misty thoughts.

The door card was inserted in the card slot, and the electricity was already on but the light was not turned on.

Seeing this, Fu Zhun suddenly raised his hand to turn on the light.

The bright light shrouded in an instant, Cen Xiao squinted his eyes, and turned off the light calmly: "Do you think I brought you out for a heart-to-heart talk?"

The lights went out suddenly, Fu Zhun was taken aback by his retorted question, and suddenly smiled: "Then what is brother thinking?"

Although he said that, Fu Zhun's hand had slipped to Cen Xiao's waist clearly.

There is even a downward trend.

Cen Xiao didn't stop him, instead, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his neck.

Seeing his reaction, Fu Zhun didn't hesitate any longer, and lifted the hem of his clothes.

Without the barrier of clothing, Fu Zhun's fingertips kept rubbing against Cen Xiao's waist.

Cen Xiao couldn't help shrinking back, and hummed softly: "Stop making trouble."

Seeing his untenable appearance, Fu Zhun chuckled, picked him up and walked towards the bed.

The dim bedside lamp added a lingering ambiguous atmosphere to the room.

Panting lightly, Fu Zhun looked at Cen Xiao's flushed cheeks, and said lazily, "Brother doesn't want to mention it that much?"

He had already seen that Cen Xiao didn't want to talk about the past few years, so he deliberately tried to change the topic.

However, after hearing what he said, Cen Xiao just snorted, his usually indifferent tone was tinged with an inexplicable emotion, mixed with a bit of blame: "Why do you look down on yourself so much?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun asked inexplicably, "What's wrong with me?"

"Why don't you say it?" Cen Xiao opened his eyes halfway like a lazy cat, looked at Fu Zhun lightly, and scratched his back with his fingertips twice: "Compared to talking about those trivial Chen Years ago, I want you more."

His tone was so casual that it sounded like he was making a half-truth of a joke.

But Fu Zhun really believed it.

These words obviously worked well for him.

After a moment of silence, Fu Zhun's dark eyes were gradually stained with a hint of ambiguous emotion, and he was even a little absent-minded.

Too bad it's hard to see in dim light.

Cen Xiao still didn't realize it, and still teased himself: "What's wrong? Xiao Fu won't give it?"

"Here." Fu Zhun came back to his senses, suddenly bent down, put his chin on Cen Xiao's neck, and whispered in his ear: "I'll give you whatever you want."

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao chuckled lightly and jokingly said, "Has our little princess turned into a magic lamp?"

"What is a magic lamp?" Fu Zhun curled his lips and said with a smile, "Just three wishes."

"I'm different now." Fu Zhun looked down at him, as if recalling the past: "I can do whatever you say now."

"That's not necessarily true." Seeing his confident look, Cen Xiao couldn't help but want to tease him, "Have you forgotten what I expected of you from the beginning?"

These words were like a proposition, and they hit Fu Zhun on the head with a "bang".

Fu Zhun was stunned for a moment, unable to remember what Cen Xiao expected of him.

He thought Cen Xiao was testing him seriously, but suddenly he panicked: "I didn't..."

"You haven't forgotten?" Cen Xiao raised his eyebrows suddenly.

Seeing him take off the armor exuding the smell of adult hormones just now, but inside he was as dazed and helpless as an innocent and pure child, Cen Xiao couldn't help laughing out, jokingly said——

"Then why are you disobedient?"

"?"

"I said I want you to be admitted to Tsinghua University."

"..."

"Have you passed the exam?"

"..."