African Emirates Guide

William still took the suitcase for Fang Qingye and sent him into the elevator.

Fang Qingye has lived here? For so long, actually? I still don't know which floor Fu Xiao lives in, and what is the house number?

While talking to Fang Qingye, William swiped his card and pressed ?13.

It turned out that Fu Xiao lived on the No.13 floor.

Seeing that Fang Qingye had recovered his eyesight, William was very happy for him, and told him: "Mr. Fu came back early today. He hasn't been out all this time. He should be waiting for you at home." .”

Fang Qingye's heart warmed.

Fu Xiao knew that he would come back today, probably because he couldn't get in touch and was worried that the two of them would miss him, so he waited for him at home.

The higher the elevator went up, the more tense Fang Qingye became, even more nervous than meeting a netizen for the first time.

That time we had an appointment, and the other party talked freely and personably on the Internet, but in reality he was a confident killer. While drinking coffee, Fang Qingye couldn't get out of the other party's nails covered in black mud. Look away.

Of course Fu Xiao wouldn't? That's right.

Fu Xiao will? What kind?

Fang Qingye's palms felt a little sweaty, and his heart beat faster.

He found that his mood at the moment was somewhat contradictory.

Obviously, I have been thinking about it for a long time, but when it really arrives, I hope to "meet" Fu Xiao for real, but I also have the feeling of nostalgia for being with Fu Xiao when I can't see him.

The height of the thirteenth floor, the elevator only took? Less than half a minute?.

With a sound of "ding", the door is the entrance hall.

The size of this place is about ten square meters. Going forward, passing through the aisle is the real door. When Fang Qingye came here for the first time, he stood on the carpet here and called Fu Xiao's name. .

A middle-aged woman in a white lace apron came out of the house, with a kind face, walking towards Fang Qingye: "Xiaoye is back? Are you here?"

Fang Qingye immediately recognized Aunt Zhong: "Aunt Zhong, happy new year."

"Happy New Year." Aunt Zhong didn't realize for a while that Fang Qingye's eyes were healed. She took the luggage from William's hands and didn't forget to reach out to help him.

The three of them were at the entrance, Fang Qingye bid farewell to William, and was greeted by Aunt Zhong, as if he had returned to his own home.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded not far away: "Xiao Ye."

Low, familiar, with a habitual coldness.

Fang Qingye's heartbeat fluttered? He patted it, looked up, and saw a tall and straight man across the aisle.

This glance is very clear.

But Fang Qingye didn't? He reacted immediately.

It may have been two or three seconds before the blank mind slowly received the information and reorganized the facial features of that person with the less youthful face deep in memory.

His eyebrows are long and heroic, and his eye sockets are deep, making him look calm and serious.

A very small mole grew on the bridge of the tall nose, which broke the cold feeling on the face. With the three-dimensional facial bones, it is called a handsome appearance.

The man walked towards Fang Qingye, asked him "why didn't you answer the phone", and then asked "how did you come here", using Fu Xiao's tone, saying what Fu Xiao would say.

Did Fang Qingye understand? Asked, but couldn't answer, his thinking seemed to be imprisoned, and he didn't know where he was for a while.

The reaction of the whole person is extremely slow, unable to make any response to the question.

Fang Qingye didn't know when William and Aunt Zhong walked away. He was only led by that person? He led them into the living room.

The palms were warm, and the limbs were familiar, but Fang Qingye's body trembled undetectably, and he couldn't control it with willpower.

The living room is large, but it is not as outrageously large as Fang Qingye imagined, because there are relatively few furniture, and the whole picture can be seen clearly at a glance.

The decoration is very simple and elegant, it is beige, not cold, the sofa he often sits on is very big, about four or five meters long, and there is a simulated electric fireplace heater next to it, which is radiating warmth fire.

The Christmas tree given by Song Sisi was still there, and the decorations on the branches were hung by them together.

On the side table are two books, one of which has just read Chapter 5.

That person didn't seem to? Discover? He recovered? Vision, and I want to pull him to sit on the sofa.

Or maybe it was because he didn't dare to look at that person's face again.

"What happened? Why did you suddenly lose contact?" The man asked, "I don't know what time your flight ticket is. If you show up later? I'm coming to Ningcheng?"

Fang Qingye stopped in his tracks.

Noticing Fang Qingye's abnormality, the man turned his hand over Fang Qingye's face: "Xiaoye?"

Fang Qingye pulled out his held hand, raised his head, and his eyes actually fell on that person's face.

The man frowned, the same expression he had in the past when he was dissatisfied.

Afterwards, the man paused obviously, and finally realized that Fang Qingye's gaze was meeting his.

"It's a little unlucky. The phone fell into a gap in the subway last night and broke it."

When Fang Qingye said this, his voice trembled a little, but he tried hard to calm down.

After a long while, he mentioned the recovery of his eyesight, and said, "I wanted to tell you yesterday."

Fang Qingye's eyes are very beautiful, and they can make people sink into them when they are absent-minded. At this time, they seem to be highlighted, making all of Fu Xiao's concealment crumble in front of him, with nowhere to hide.

Fang Qingye looked at it in disbelief? He asked, "...what do you think?"

Fu Xiao stood silently, his expression completely changed.

He had rehearsed a hundred reactions in his mind when Fang Qingye knew the truth, but none of them could be when Fang Qingye could see it.

Fang Qingye looked at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, but his brain still couldn't think: "Why did you lie to me?"

"Do you think I'm not miserable enough?"

"I still think this is very interesting and fun?"

"...When will you care about other people's feelings?"

Fu Xiao said dryly: "No? I thought it was fun, and I didn't intend to keep lying to you on purpose. I originally planned to tell you when you come back in the next year, Fang Qingye..."

As he said that, he wanted to grab Fang Qingye's shoulder, but Fang Qingye hid him for a while, and wanted to pull Fang Qingye's hand again: "Xiaoye."

Fang Qingye took two steps back, shook his head, his eyes were already red: "You don't want to touch me anymore?"

The two are awkwardly facing each other.

Fang Qingye didn't want to stay here any longer, so he lowered his head and said a few words: "I'll go out first."

Fu Xiao could only say "OK" and asked hoarsely, "Where are you going?"

Fang Qingye looked up at him again, but quickly looked away, walked a few steps to the left, and then quickly walked to the entrance.

Fortunately, the elevator was still on this floor. Fang Qingye repeatedly pressed the door close button when he walked in. It was a little violent, but he couldn't stop at all.

It wasn't until Fu Xiao's figure was blocked by the door that he felt that he had regained? the air he could breathe.

Walking out of the green area, Fang Qingye walked aimlessly.He thought he heard William's voice calling him as he passed the hall, but he ignored it.

When I came here, I thought it was really cold outside in Jiangcheng, but now I don’t seem to feel it anymore.

All the scenery downstairs is unfamiliar. If you look a little farther away, you can see the famous Fumingde Square in Jiangcheng, as well as the luxurious green area and tall cedar forest near the square.

Fang Qingye continued to walk for about half an hour. When he came to a business district, he looked at the distribution map of commercial stores and found a mobile phone store.

The clerk looked at his mobile phone and said that the screen was broken and the battery was dead, so it could be repaired.But the mobile phone has expired? The maintenance period, Fang Qingye needs to pay the fee again.

Now is the era of mobile payment. When we parted with Pei Jianian just now, Pei Jianian specially took some cash for him.Now Fang Qingye doesn't have enough money, so he can only use bank cards.

Unfortunately, the bank card is still in the suitcase, and the suitcase is still in the green field?.

Just now he was only concerned about? Fleeing, where did he remember to take it.

Fang Qingye wanted to forget it like this? He should be able to take a taxi to Pei Jianian's hotel with the money on his body.

But someone behind him suddenly said, "I'll pay for it."

Fang Qingye's body froze, and he didn't turn his head: "No need."

It turns out that Fu Xiao has been following him.

"It's okay." Fu Xiao made a suggestion in the same flat tone as before, "You can return it to me later, and repair the phone first."

The clerk was stunned, not knowing who to listen to.

Fang Qingye was silent for a while, bit his lower lip, and said, "Then fix it."

After the clerk billed, Fu Xiao paid the bill.

Repairs will take a certain amount of time, and Fang Qingye has nowhere to go, so he can only wait in the shop.

Fu Xiao silently opened the glass door and went outside, but didn't go far, just stood outside silently, with his back to Fang Qingye, like a tree waiting silently.

Fang Qingye couldn't read his behavior, couldn't understand?, and didn't want to understand.

The clerk poured Fang Qingye a cup of hot water. He was holding the cup in a daze, his eyes sparkling with heat one after another.

His thinking is far-fetched, he thinks of the past for a while, and thinks of the recent one for a while.The clues combined together point to an unbelievable fact.

How did that happen?

He confusedly thought, is he dreaming?

When he wakes up from the dream, he will "discover" that he still can't see, and the surroundings are still pitch black. As long as he touches it casually, he can still touch Fu Xiao who is by his side. That is his truth.

But Fu Xiao is Cheng Ou.

Fu Xiao is fake, only Cheng Ou is real.

It was his first love, the man from seven years ago.

After going around such a big circle, when Fang Qingye felt that he was finally going to start a new life and surrender his sincerity to love someone, he realized that he was the one he met.

There is still a dark cloud above Fang Qingye's head.

His love fortune has never? never? improved, and the debuff continues, but he just can't meet a good person.

African chiefs don't expect good luck, and don't have? Expect too much.

There are only two expected results, unlucky and even more unlucky.