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In late July, with the sound of swollen cicadas, Mother Fang's birthday finally arrived.

Usually, the family of three would have a warm dinner together. This year, Mother Fang insisted on having a big feast.

Fang Zheng followed Mother Fang with a headache, and greeted countless uncles, aunts, and their daughters, nieces, and nieces.

"Mom, is it really necessary to do this?" Faced with such a huge "Pink Army", Fang Zheng had a headache, looked at a deserted place, and hugged Mother Fang's arm, "I said I like men. "

"What's wrong with a woman? It's soft and fragrant. Don't be too picky."

"Mom, in my eyes, women are as fierce and fierce as you. How can they be soft and fragrant?"

Fang's mother raised her brows upside down: "It's strange, me, huh?"

"Don't dare." Fang Zheng smiled obsequiously, "My mother will always be my favorite woman, so I can't like other women."

"Stop doing this, your sweet talk is useless to me." Fang's mother knocked on him, "Your father is much sweeter than you, I have long been immune."

Fang Zheng: "Blame my dad?"

Mother Fang: "I've always wanted to ask, have you been stalked by some male vixen? Tell me, I'll find a Taoist priest to stop the demon!"

"Mom, don't play fantasy time travel, okay?" Fang Zheng waterfall sweated.

"Oh, it's the real version. Should I find someone to throw sulfuric acid on, or should I eunuch that person? Oh, no, I'm a civilized person. Why don't I buy him with money? What do you think?"

"Uh..." For the sake of Ji Qingchuan and his happiness for the rest of his life, Fang Zheng decided not to tell his mother about Ji Qingchuan's existence, and let her get used to liking men first.

"Do you have someone you like?" Mother Fang looked at Fang Zheng suspiciously.

"No, no! When I said I like men, I just meant it in general, absolutely not in particular!" Fang Zheng could only swear to God.

"Then it's easy to handle." Mother Fang patted her chest, looking as if her heart had fallen to the ground, "Then I'll pick a girl with a tougher appearance, a flatter figure, and a tougher personality, and dress her up as a man and introduce her to you. It looks like a man and can give birth to children, what do you think?"

Fang Zheng: @#￥%...&

Fang Zheng bypassed a group of Yingying and Yanyan, ran to Fang's father, and grabbed Fang's father: "Dad, am I born to my mother? Didn't I give it as a phone bill? Can I go back to S City tomorrow?" ? I have to go to work, so I can't skip work for too long!"

He resolutely refused to say that he wanted to go back to City S because he missed Ji Qingchuan and couldn't get through the phone. Fang Zheng's reasons were particularly lofty.What a good young man he is who loves his work.

"Go to work?" Father Fang looked at him suspiciously, "Didn't you say that the actor you're with recently took a break and won't be able to work until at least September? By the way, he works so little, and can still afford an assistant?"

"Uh...it's Senior Brother Li. Senior Brother Li asked me to go back to work in the clinic. I work two jobs by myself!" Fang Zheng was complacent, thinking really fast and very witty.

"Really? But Boss Yan called me today, saying that your senior brother is not feeling well. He has to take care of your senior brother and cannot attend the birthday party. Where did you go to work in the clinic? What is the relationship between your senior brother and Boss Yan?" Father Fang was puzzled.

Fang Zheng's eyes released [-] volts of high-voltage electricity, and the small universe was blazing, and he went around behind the pillar and started to make a phone call.

"Brother, do you plan to continue opening your clinic? Old man Tang is very angry, do you know that?"

"Ahem——" Li Weihang coughed from the other end of the phone, "I'll go back when I feel better, and I will definitely continue to open the clinic. I will not let the teacher down."

Fang Zheng: "Old man Tang said that if he doesn't open the business again, he will clean up the business. You go back early! By the way, why did old man Tang appoint you as his successor and ignore me at all? How mighty and domineering I am!"

"Your IQ is too low." Li Weihang said concisely.

Fang Zheng refused to accept it: "I have a higher EQ than you. I decided to hang up the phone and ignore you. Think about it yourself and go back early."

Li Weihang was angry: "You don't even ask me how I am, you don't care about my brother!"

"Isn't your poor health an excuse?"

"Of course not!" Li Weihang coughed heart-piercingly again.

Fang Zheng quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I thought Brother Yan was too fierce and hurt you. I didn't expect you to be really sick."

"Too fierce... Injured? Good job, go back and peel the skin!" Li Weihang's voice was dark.

"Brother, you should see a doctor early. I wish you a speedy recovery, good health, a long life, a happy family, and a new year!" Fang Zheng finished speaking quickly, and quickly hung up the phone.The last time I sang a peony, I was beaten into a Buddha, but this time I don't know how I will be cramp and skinned.

Thinking of the bleak future, Fang Zheng sincerely hoped that the senior brother would take a longer vacation, preferably so long that he completely forgot about this call.

"Xiaozheng really likes to talk nonsense. Although I am fierce, I will definitely not hurt you." Yan Zhou hugged Li Weihang and kissed his neck full of hickey marks.

"Go away!" Li Weihang slapped Yan Zhou, "Wherever you go, you might as well find an iron chain to tie me up."

"I really want to tie you up." Yan Zhou continued to cling to him, speaking vaguely while kissing, "Comfort me for years of loneliness."

Li Weihang snorted coldly.

lonely?Do you know what loneliness is?

When Yan Zhou just left, Li Weihang thought that he was only leaving temporarily and would come back in a blink of an eye.He waited anxiously, swearing to himself as he waited that he would beat him hard when he came back.

In the blink of an eye-

February is scorching, and the peach blossoms on the human face reflect each other.Say good outing, but don't see you.

In the late spring of March, Tu Mi flowers.In addition to missing, everything can't be lifted.

In the early summer of April, when I put on a single shirt, I couldn't help but think, if you were here, you would have to dawdle and take advantage of it in every possible way.

In May and June, the tide of cigarettes rises, and they go out after being smoked.

There is fire in July, clothing in September, and sweet-scented osmanthus in August.Li Weihang learns to get drunk, the wine has the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus, sweeter than love.It's so bitter when you drink it in your throat.

It was cold in early October, and the north wind blew across the ground, and no one handed over the scarf.

Eleven and Twelve, Jiangnan Xiaoxue, Lihe Shenguang.The year is coming to an end, New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.Thousands of families are reunited, but you are alone.

Li Weihang's weight swished down, like a married daughter, water spilled, and could never be regained.

Five years and six months, two thousand long nights, all rock-solid love weathered in endless despair.His breathing was suppressed, his blood was condensed, and his pride and heartbeat were torn apart.And I don't even understand why people who love each other so much can leave without saying goodbye as soon as they turn around.

Destroyed bones and ashes, lost forever - this is what is called loneliness.

It took five and a half years to burn my memory to ashes. When I thought I had forgotten everything, that person stood in front of me again, hugged me and said, "Go, I will show you our home." That kind of natural gesture , as if the gap between the two thousand days and nights never appeared, but the past and the present are connected end to end, forming a flawless circle.

How ridiculous!

The most ridiculous thing is that he is actually reluctant to leave!I would rather pretend that the big blank never appeared before, and I don't want to leave him!

When the love is deep, the fate is shallow, and when the love is shallow, the fate will never be broken.It's the biggest joke in life!

Yan Zhou looked at Li Weihang's sneering expression, and watched his eyes pass through him, through the endless years, and let go.

He thought that clearing away all obstacles and coming back is the way of true love, but who would have thought that when he came back, the boy who was young and frivolous, laughing and scolding, had become a jade statue, noble and bright, but without warmth, as if squashed Moonlight in old books.But I can only paste it with a playful smile again and again, like a moth to a flame, completely ignoring the cold snow light.

Couldn't help but hug the person in his arms tighter, Yan Zhou asked Li Weihang: "Can you show me a bright way to reunite after a broken mirror?"

"A cup is broken, can I still drink water like before?"

Yan Zhou thought for a while: "Why must it be the same as before? Why not think in a different direction, such as sticking it up and using it as a pen holder, maybe it won't have a damaged aesthetic."

"But," Li Weihang closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, the skin around his neck was so white that it was almost transparent, without the arrogance he had just now, "I don't want a cup that doesn't even have basic functions."

"Ahang, give me a baby, it doesn't matter if it's male or female. Then you won't want to run away. It's always been shown on TV." Yan Zhou's topic changed quickly, and he pounced on him cheaply, entangled with his hands and feet Li Weihang kissed and rubbed vigorously.Li Weihang's white jade-like skin was blotched with red marks, even if it was ruthless, it was touching.

Li Weihang: "Fuck off, you have to do it yourself."

Yan Zhou: "It doesn't matter whether you are born or not, the key is to enjoy the process."

For a moment, Li Weihang took a low breath, and Yan Zhou, who was enjoying the "childbirth process", became even more excited, and quickly stripped the two of them of their clothes to attack the city.

At least for this moment, you are in my arms.And I won't let go.

In this lonely night, Yan Zhou and Li Weihang were in full swing, but Fang Zheng could only play with his phone anxiously, calling Ji Qingchuan over and over again.After going through such a "Concubine Selection Conference" that was physically and mentally devastated, he desperately wanted to hear Ji Qingchuan's voice.

Listen to the cold female voice in the microphone saying: "Sorry, the call you dialed is temporarily unanswered."

The sky in my hometown is so blue, it seems that when I stretch out my arms, my fingers will be dyed blue; Fang Zheng misses the smoggy city of S, because the air seems to be so clean and sweet with Ji Qingchuan's side.

The nanny's craftsmanship is very good, there is almost no dish he can't cook except the Manchu Banquet; Fang Zheng misses Ji Qingchuan's home-cooked dishes, and the green vegetables and tofu are better than the beef cooked by the nanny.

At the beginning, I chased Ji Qingchuan to realize my childhood dream; later, I stayed by his side, watching him smile like a spring breeze through setbacks, and he was still warm and bright despite the darkness.Every move can affect his nerves, Fang Zheng knew that he could never leave that person again.

Probably all love is like this, countless details gather, pile up into mountains, and wind and rain are blowing.

The corner of the white clothes raised on the bicycle, the warm fresh milk in the palm of the hand, a black umbrella held together on a heavy rainy day, a green shade where you pull me to escape the heat in midsummer, two earplugs separated from the same headphone cable The left ear is Your right ear is me, there are two straws stuck in a drink bottle, the blue is you, the red is me...

Those warm details flow wantonly, permeating every path of the heart, leaving no gaps.

"Ji Qingchuan Ji Qingchuan Ji Qingchuan..." Fang Zheng muttered silently in his heart.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..." Ji Qingchuan sneezed a series of times.

"What's the matter? Are you cold?" Jing Ye looked at him sideways.

The author has something to say: "Five yellow and six month smoke turned against the tide, smoked and then extinguished." - Feng Zhi "The Armed Forces Behind the Enemy"

"Fire flows in July, clothes are given in September." - "The Book of Songs"

Both are lunar calendars.

The story of the deputy CP will gradually unfold.But the length will definitely be controlled to ensure that it does not overwhelm the guest.