Prisoner direction

Fu Guan sat on the carpet, leaning against the sofa, and read the short letter for a long time until his vision blurred.

This man is really...

I used to be afraid that he would leave, but now I became the one who left first.

Fu Guan lowered his head, rubbed his red and swollen eyes, folded the letter again, carefully put it back into the envelope, and then picked up the lonely dandelion.

He remembered that Wen Langxi was once jealous because Xu Ji gave him roses and disliked him for putting the flowers in a vase. However, those roses withered very quickly back then, and he only remembered that they lost their brilliance within a few days of cultivation.

Thinking of this, the corners of Fu Guan's mouth slightly bent upwards, he got up and went to the balcony, took a long-standing dark blue vase, put the dandelions in it, and placed it on the bedside of the bedroom.

Then he put the exquisitely crafted envelope into the drawer of the bedside table.

If Fu Guan can accept Wen Langxi's sudden departure with omens, the answer is of course no.

The two have been together for half a year, and they are together almost every day, eating and sleeping together, and talking and chatting together. This has long become a habit. It is impossible for him to adapt in one day, and neither can Wen Langxi.

But Fu Guan respected Wen Langxi's decision, understood him, and understood why that man would go alone.

Now Wen Langxi can't help but rely on Fu Guan, when the mood is low, when the fear spreads.

Fu Guan became his addiction, and he got it unconsciously. He experienced restraint and withdrawal, and also felt ecstasy, and he himself had already been deeply involved in it.

This addiction allowed him to get out of the past misery, but at the same time, it also led him into a constant tenderness, which made him unknowingly fade away and indulge in it.

However, when he saw Fu Guan sitting motionless in the study and devoting himself to studying, he suddenly woke up.

He is only two years younger than Fu Guan, but there is a huge gap. He has dropped out of high school, while Fu Guan has already graduated from college. He has a life plan and a goal.

And he has nothing.

He wanted to live with Fu Guan for a long time, wanted to own and take care of this person, but what kind of care would he take?

Love Fu Guan's passion and sincerity?

Who believes in such illusory things, now, he can't let Fu Guan live in a comfortable villa, can't make his life stable and stable, can't give him material security, and can't spend a lot of money for him to buy a lipstick that belongs to him alone.

Looking back at the past, he was willful and domineering, he only knew how to take possession, never considered Fu Guan's feelings, the night he forced Fu Guan for the first time, he was really bad.

Wen Langxi spent countless hours introspecting himself, mixed with regret and love, he wanted to keep up with Fu Guan, shoulder to shoulder with him, and become his patron saint.

He needs to improve, can no longer be troubled by borderline personality disorder, can no longer be bound by it, can no longer sink into it...

This is the meaning of Fu Guan's existence to him.

Learned to love, learned to break free.

He is determined to jump out of the gentle hometown given by Fu Guan, face the unknown wind and waves, and polish himself in successive difficulties, making him from cowardly and incompetent to a mountain, sea and lake that Fu Guan can rely on.

This is the most serious belief given to him by Fu Guan.

He had rehearsed the parting scene of the two alone, his unwilling hands, his reluctant eyes, his chaotic heartbeat...

Every time he thought of these, he couldn't help but think about shrinking back.

This is the fatal place in Wenrou Township. Who can let go of the warm and soft cake coated with honey?

Therefore, Wen Langxi chose to leave quietly, just like going out to buy a basket of vegetables, although there is no time, but there is always a return date.

……

Wen Langxi's prediction was not wrong, Fu Guan understood him.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Fu Guan would get up, stand on the balcony with milk in his hand, look downstairs, and wait for the express car he saw every day, where there were letters and flowers that he had been looking forward to all day.

During this period of time, he has received twelve letters. On each piece of pure white letter paper, there is a line of words written in blue ink: I am always by your side.

The handwriting is always so neat that people can read the depth of affection from it. Apart from this unchanging sentence, there are others, such as greetings, or expressing thoughts, but back and forth, the final intention is to let Fu Guan say goodbye stop loving him.

There are twelve letters, and there are twelve flowers that follow the letter.

Fu Guan has received dark red roses, white bellflowers, unknown wild flowers and fluffy dogtail grass...

Without exception, these will be put into the vase by the bedside, which is what Fu Guan uses to extend his life.

During the day, Fu Guan would study and chat with Fu Huasheng. During the chat, he would deliberately avoid mentioning that person, so as not to reveal the longing that had been buried deep in his heart in front of his father.

Every time Fu Huasheng saw Fu Guan like this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Although he knew where the patient his son was missing was, he couldn't tell because he knew that it was good for both of them.

Fu Guan needs to settle down to study his profession, and Wen Langxi also needs time to transform. Only after experiencing this meaningful parting can there be the most beautiful reunion.

However, people's emotions will always break the bank one day.

What Wen Langxi didn't know was that Fu Guan would wear his clothes to sleep every night, would toss and turn during insomnia nights, would cry into the vase that was already full, and would put on lipstick that hadn't been opened for a long time when he couldn't help himself , will find the inferior cigarettes he left behind at the bottom of the box, and try his best to find more shadows of him through the pungent smell of smoke.

But this is also just as Fu Guan didn't know, Wen Langxi would stand downstairs in the dead of night, would stand in the rainy day and look up, would stare out the window for a long time and remember him climbing up the ladder, would go over and over again. Writing a letter full of extreme longing over and over again will deepen the tattoo on my heart several times, trying to bring it into the future grave.

Both of them have suffered hardships, but this is not all of them. They spend more time moving forward.

Fu Guan is working hard to study mental illness, and Wen Langxi is preparing for the college entrance examination in the process of breaking free from the shackles of BPD.

Even though the road they came from was full of thorns, but when they hold each other's hands again, it will be full of flowers, and the road will be like a stone.

……

In October, there were two vases on the bedside of Fu Guan's bedroom.

In November, Fu Guan received a letter asking him to wear more clothes.

In May, Fu Guan received a bouquet of roses and a card wishing him a happy birthday.

In June, Fu Guan received a congratulatory message celebrating his admission to graduate school.

In September, Fu Guan received a difficult but solved math problem for the college entrance examination.

In December, Fu Guan received a psychological test with normal data.

In March, Fu Guan received a pair of fine shorts.

In June, Fu Guan received a photo of someone with the word "Guan" on their mouth.

In August, Fu Guan received an admission letter from the finance department of a prestigious university.

The name of the admitted student: Wen Langxi.