Prisoner direction

After Fu Guan sent Fu Huasheng away, he went back to his room.

Wen Langxi was still sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a glass of water in his hand.

"Why don't you go upstairs to sleep?" Fu Guan asked as he walked.

Wen Langxi turned his head to look at Fu Guan, and after a moment of silence, he whispered, "I'm waiting for you."

Hearing this, the corners of Fu Guan's mouth twitched imperceptibly, and he sat next to Wen Langxi and said softly, "Wait for me to do something."

"Don't do anything." Wen Langxi got up suddenly, put the water glass in his hand on the tea table, and said lightly: "I'm going to sleep, the door is open for you."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and strode away without waiting for Fu Guan's answer.

Fu Guan sat on the sofa, watched Wen Langxi's leaving back until it disappeared before his eyes, then slowly leaned on the back of the sofa, covering his eyes, feeling the lingering sadness and depression that he had never felt before. bottom of his heart.

He just lied to his father.

He seems to really like Wen Langxi, but this love seems to be mixed with more sympathy and distress. Just like what his father said just now, he really crossed the line, and more importantly, he shared It's not clear whether this is liking or sympathy.

Fu Guan pushed open the black wooden door of Wen Langxi's room without making any sound, and walked in lightly. As usual, the man fell asleep with his back to him again.

A gloomy mood involuntarily surged up in my heart, something must have happened to Wen Langxi, he used to be so clingy to himself, and would come to sleep in his room with his quilt in his arms every night, but now why is he so indifferent to himself.

Fu Guan sat down beside the bed, took off his silver glasses and put them on a small wooden table that Wen Langxi brought in specially for him, and after an unknown amount of time, he said, "Langxi, are you asleep?"

Five seconds later, Fu Guan heard the man whisper, "No."

Both of them turned their backs to each other at this time, but one was lying down and the other was sitting.

The room was quiet for a few more seconds, and then Fu Guan's cold voice sounded: "I... want to talk to you."

"Well, let's talk." Wen Langxi still had the same tone, like a response, but also like an escape.

Fu Guanjing sat on the edge of the bed without making a sound.

After a long time, Wen Langxi asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you say it?"

"Forget it, go to sleep." Fu Guan replied quickly, then lay down, looked at Wen Langxi's back, and whispered: "Good night."

"Ah."

Fu Guan said again: "Can you turn around and sleep?" I want to see your face.

In the end, I didn't say this sentence out loud, I just said it to myself from the bottom of my heart.

It took Wen Langxi a while to reply: "No, I'm used to sleeping like this."

Hearing these words, Fu Guan curled his hand on his heart, pressed his lips tightly, and watched Wen Langxi's back no longer making any sound.

Wanting to compare Fu Guan's emotional ups and downs, Wen Langxi closed his eyes calmly, but there was a tear in the corner of his right eye, which ran along the bridge of his nose, across the eyelashes of his left eye, and finally landed on his pillow.

It's not that he didn't want to turn around, he was afraid that Fu Guan would see him crying, seeing his incompetence...

In the early morning of the next day, Fu Guan opened his eyes in a daze, and subconsciously looked at the other side of the bed, but there was no one there.

Then he heard faint voices coming from downstairs, Fu Guan got up immediately, turned on his phone and looked at his watch, it was only seven o'clock, how come there are still people coming at this hour.

Fu Guan did not lie down for 10 minutes before getting up as usual, but quickly returned to his room, changed his clothes after washing and went downstairs quickly.

As soon as he went down the stairs, he saw Wen Yun and Liu Fengyang sitting on the sofa from the corner.

Wen Langxi's parents are back.

Fu Guan took another quick step back, hidden in the stairwell and straightened his hair, then walked quickly to the living room, with a faint smile on his face, he said: "Uncle Wen, Aunt Liu, good morning."

Seeing Fu Guan approaching, Wen Yun immediately smiled kindly, pointed to the sofa and said, "Little Fu, sit here quickly, we didn't disturb you."

"How could it be, no." Fu Guan glanced at Wen Langxi who was looking out the window, and sat down on the sofa, "Is there something urgent to go home so early?"

Hearing this, Liu Fengyang chuckled softly, "It's nothing, I just haven't been back for a while, I'll come back and have a look this morning when I'm free, can you two be at home? Can you eat?"

"Langxi and I can cook, of course we can eat well." Fu Guan said with a smile.

At this time, Wen Yun said: "Xixi has been cooking since he was eight years old, and his cooking skills are very good, but I am busy with your aunt's company, so I seldom come back, and only ate once."

Hearing these words, Fu Guan couldn't help but paused, and asked, "Eight years old?" After speaking, he glanced at Wen Langxi again.

"Yeah, alas, this child suffered too much when he was a child, okay, let's not talk about this." After speaking, he took out a note from the bag beside him.

Wen Yun handed the paper to Fu Guan, and said: "This is the access code for an apartment at home. There is a swimming pool in it, but that room has been empty and unoccupied. If you two feel bored, go there to play. It's just There are more people and cars there, and it is not as clean as here.”

Fu Guan caught it, looked down, and saw an address and a series of numbers written on it, put the note away, and smiled at Wen Yun: "Thank you uncle, we will often go there to relax in the future, don't worry."

"Of course don't worry, you are such an excellent child, I am happy to be with Xixi." After finishing speaking, he looked at his watch, got up and said, "Okay, that's it, your aunt and I will go back to the company first, we are free Let's talk again."

After finishing speaking, Wen Yun looked at Wen Langxi again, with a gentler tone than before, "Xixi, let's go first, remember to call if you need anything."

Wen Langxi also stood up at this time, her tone was a little light, "Yes."

At this moment, Liu Fengyang suddenly turned around and hugged Wen Langxi, with deep guilt in his tone, "Xixi, take care of yourself."

Wen Langxi raised his lips, raised his hand to caress Liu Fengyang's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Mom, don't worry."

After Wen Yun and his wife left, they had a simple breakfast, and then went to the backyard. The flowers in the flower garden were very beautiful, and they sat on the rattan chair beside them, closing their eyes and feeling the morning sun.

"Langxi."

Fu closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair, with a faint smile on his lips, he said softly.

Wen Langxi sat beside Fu Guan and leaned on the back of his chair, raised his brows, opened his eyes and looked at Fu Guan, "Huh?"

"Tell me about your childhood, please? I want to hear it."

As soon as these words came out, it took a long time for Wen Langxi to speak, his tone was very light, "It will dirty your ears."

Hearing this, Fu Guan opened his eyes, turned to look at Wen Langxi, frowning, "Don't say that."

"it is true."

Fu Guan didn't know how to answer for a moment, he just sighed in his heart, and then said: "If you can say it, you can say it, it doesn't matter if you can't."

Wen Langxi turned his head to look at the flower garden, and no longer looked at Fu Guan.

After a while, he said expressionlessly: "I'm very poor. After my parents died, I was sent to the orphanage. It's very simple."

"You... Parents..."

Wen Langxi interrupted Fu Guan, and said flatly, "Qi Kangping killed Jiang Xiaoliu, and then Qi Kangping committed suicide."

Qi Kangping is Wen Langxi's biological father, and Jiang Xiaoliu is his biological mother.

Wen Langxi didn't want to narrate the matter as parents, it was too ugly.

He couldn't speak to Fu Guan.

Qi Langxi, Qin Langxi, Yang Langxi, Wen Langxi, these are his short 19 years.