African Emirates Guide

Fu Xiao arrived at the destination in only four to ten minutes.

The airport usually has a large flow of people, and the lights are brightly lit at any time, and now it is even more overcrowded.Fu Xiao walked through the glass door, walked through the crowd and got up the escalator. It didn't take him much effort to see Fang Qingye.

Fang Qingye was wearing the khaki lambswool jacket when he came here, his jet-black hair was a bit messy, he didn't wear sunglasses, his eyes were dull, he might be looking blank, and he looked a little dazed.

Everyone was in a hurry and each had their own destinations, but he was the only one who was in a corner, waiting for someone to take him away.

Fu Xiao stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and knocked on the glass first.

There was a muffled sound from the floor-to-ceiling glass, and Fang Qingye inside came back to his senses like a spirit, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound: "Fu Xiao?"

The glass was sound-proof, and the airport radio would blare from time to time. Standing in the hustle and bustle, Fu Xiao couldn't hear what Fang Qingye was saying clearly.

But judging by the shape of his mouth, he should be calling his name.

Fu Xiao looked at Fang Qingye carefully for a while, then walked around into the coffee shop and came to Fang Qingye.

"Fang Qingye." Fu Xiao called him first.

"You're here." Fang Qingye relaxed his tense back, and said awkwardly, "I didn't expect that I was still in Jiangcheng after walking for a long time... I need to trouble you to pick me up again."

Fu Xiao justly said: "It's okay, it's not your problem."

Fang Qingye muttered: "Maybe it's really my problem..."

After all, he is a non-emirate.

Fu Xiao helped Fang Qingye carry the box, saw Fang Qingye was still standing there, recalled the last time, and took the initiative to support Fang Qingye's arm again.

There were so many people around, Fang Qingye subconsciously grabbed Fu Xiao's sleeve with his backhand, holding it a little tight.

Fu Xiao felt that Fang Qingye might be a little scared.

At this time, someone happened to squeeze them, and Fang Qingye staggered, so Fu Xiao pulled out his arm and pulled the person closer, wrapping his arms around Fang Qingye's shoulders.

"Thank you!" Fang Qingye said gratefully.

Just like that, Fu Xiao let Fang Qingye snuggle into his arms, and asked him to follow him out of the airport step by step.

The weather was colder than the day before, there was heavy snow in the sky, and the wind was blowing so hard that people couldn't keep their eyes open.

There was almost a traffic jam outside the airport, and Fu Xiao's car had to be parked far away.

Fang Qingye was trembling, Fu Xiao felt that he was too embarrassed to get too close, so he hugged him tighter, hoping to make him warmer.

Fang Qingye was indeed too cold to care too much, and quickly grabbed Fu Xiao's hem tightly.

When the two returned to the car, they were almost frozen into popsicles. Fu Xiao started the car and turned on the heater, and turned the air outlet to Fang Qingye's direction: "Is it warmer?"

Fang Qingye's teeth trembled slightly: "It's better."

Fu Xiao originally wanted to take off his clothes and put them on for him, but that would not be as fast as the warm wind, so he didn't say any more.But this time without Fang Qingye's request, Fu Xiao took the initiative to pull the seat belt on for him.

At this time, Fu Xiao regretted not buying a cup of hot drink just now.

The car was driving on the road, and the atmosphere inside the car suddenly became a little quiet.

Fu Xiao reached out and turned on the radio, just in time to hear an old song playing on the radio, his heart moved slightly, he turned his head to look at Fang Qingye, and saw Fang Qingye also showed a dazed expression.

The beautiful melody echoed in the ears of the two, quiet and relaxed.

"Flymetothemoon", Fang Qingye's favorite song, he once shared an earphone with Fu Xiao, and invited Fu Xiao to listen to it with great interest.

"This song is super romantic. There are many versions. The one I play now is my favorite." Fang Qingye introduced, "Did you know that it was the song played when Apollo landed on the moon, and it is the most famous song in human history." Music played for the first time in space."

Fu Xiao was expressionless: "Usually, the place beyond the Karman line can be called space. However, some studies have shown that the range of the earth's atmosphere can reach 63 kilometers, and the moon is about 36 to 40 kilometers away from the earth. Atmospheric influence, so the moon is still in the earth environment, not in space."

Fang Qingye was stunned: "Is this so?"

Fu Xiao was not only direct, but also shattered his illusions: "You can think that Apollo's mission to the moon did not leave the earth, but went to a farther atmosphere."

Fang Qingye looked disappointed: "...Oh."

Fu Xiao added: "But it sounds good."

Fang Qingye smiled again: "Really!"

"Tomorrow will be colder." Fu Xiao said suddenly, "There may be snowstorms, and the Meteorological Department has issued a red warning for blizzard."

"So serious?" Fang Qingye was also distracted, "Is this common?"

Fu Xiao said that he would meet once every one or two years.

Even if he grew up here, he couldn't adapt to the extremely cold weather in Jiangcheng. He even encountered the suspension of classes in elementary school because of it.

It took Fang Qingye a while to recover, and he talked about what happened tonight: "You may not believe it, but I don't think it's outrageous that the plane turned back."

Fu Xiao knew what he was going to say, but pretended not to know: "Why?"

Sure enough, Fang Qingye said, "Because... I'm the kind of person who has always been a bit memorized."

"My luck has always been very bad. You will know it after a long time of acquaintance. With me, it is possible to encounter any kind of unbelievable."

Fang Qingye might use this trick to open up the topic with everyone.

"Really?" Fu Xiao tried his best to express his opinion in an objective tone, "Strictly speaking, luck is just a kind of probability, it depends on how you look at the outcome of the event."

Fang Qingye was curious: "How?"

Fu Xiao said: "For example, you can think that the real unlucky person today is the sick passenger."

"I heard that the man has been rescued." Fang Qingye said, "If you say so, I think today can be regarded as his lucky day, and he met a good crew and doctor."

Fu Xiao: "Yes. It depends on how you look at the result."

Fang Qingye laughed, with a gentle tone: "But this can't change the fact that I'm unlucky."

But you stayed.

Fu Xiao thought so in his heart, but asked: "Then is this the worst thing that happened to you?"

Fang Qingye thought about it carefully for a while: "It should barely rank in the top three."

Fu Xiao said, "Do you mind sharing it?"

"The number one unlucky incident is mountaineering injury." Fang Qingye said generously, "This time it ranks third. As for the second..."

What's the second? Just as Fang Qingye was about to say it, his cell phone rang just like the last time he was picking up the plane and returning home.

The person on the other end of the phone should be the same as last time, because Fang Qingye's tone of the call was similar, and he told the other party not to worry, saying that he was fine, and that Fu Xiao had already picked him up.

"Then you don't want to go back." Fang Qingye said, "Eat all the food before leaving. I don't know when the next ticket will be."

He is very patient with each other.

"Well. You can take it away, then you have to close the doors and windows for me, and don't forget the key at home."

She also complained coquettishly, "What, I just lost two."

The phone hung up after talking for 2 minutes.

Fu Xiao was driving the car, looking ahead: "Boyfriend?"

Fang Qingye said: "No, it was my friend who planned to pick me up at the airport. We have known each other for many years, and he has the key to my house. Originally, he prepared hot pot at home for me to eat together."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly came to his senses and said in a daze, "How do you know me... Am I so obvious?"

Fu Xiao said, "Yes."

Song Sisi didn't know Fang Qingye's sexual orientation yet, and Fu Xiao shouldn't know, so Fang Qingye's cheeks were slightly warm.However, he didn't think it was annoying, after all, he didn't think he looked straight.

But how did Fu Xiao see it?

Fang Qingye suddenly thought of a saying, it is said that there are only radars among the same kind, and couldn't help asking: "Could it be that you also..."

It took Fu Xiao a while to answer: "Yes."

Fang Qingye didn't expect that he guessed it right when he asked casually. He didn't notice it at all when he got along these few days, so he was surprised and curious: "What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?"

If Fu Xiao had a relationship partner, then it would be shameful for him to live with Fu Xiao.

Fu Xiao said, "No."

Fang Qingye was a little surprised: "Why?"

Fu Xiao thought about this question, and said truthfully, "I'm not interested."

A good return trip suddenly turned into a sexual orientation exchange meeting.

Especially after Fang Qingye learned of Fu Xiao's sexual orientation, he seemed to relax a lot.

When Fang Qingye was in his junior year, he made a very good friend in the student union. He had a dark complexion, a strong figure, and a sense of security. .

But it was such a friend who suddenly changed his entire life after knowing Fang Qingye's sexual orientation. Not only did he speak ill of Fang Qingye, but he ran away when he saw Fang Qingye, and even blocked Fang Qingye completely.

From then on, Fang Qingye didn't dare to date boyfriends directly, which caused his circle of friends to remain small, mostly girls.

not interested?

What kind of answer was this, Fang Qingye didn't understand: "Is it because you are too busy with work?"

"Part of it." Fu Xiao didn't expect to continue the topic, thought for a while and said, "Love is a waste of time."

Fang Qingye let go a lot, and asked Fu Xiao, "Then, are you 1 or 0?"

Fu Xiao was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Fang Qingye couldn't hold back his smile, his shoulders were shaking: "Are you really? Why don't you even know this?"

Fu Xiao said, "I don't understand."

Combining Fu Xiao's "not interested" just now, Fang Qingye guessed that he might have never met anyone who was attracted to him.

So Fang Qingye reminded him: "I'm just asking you, do you mean Top or Bottom?"

Fu Xiao didn't answer right away, as if he was thinking about it.

Fang Qingye was thinking about whether to remind him more clearly of the pointing position, when he heard him speak.

"Top." Fu Xiao said.

He asked Fang Qingye again: "What about you?"

"To be honest, I don't know." Fang Qingye thought about this question for a while, but found that there was no clear answer, "It seems to be all right, it depends on what kind of needs the other party has."

The car stopped suddenly and lightly.

Fang Qingye was caught off guard and turned forward, then leaned back on the chair and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Fu Xiao said flatly, "Red light."

Fang Qingye has changed a lot, and talking about these topics seems to be very familiar.

He continued the topic just now: "But why are you so sure that you are Top?"

Fu Xiao frowned: "Is there any uncertainty about this kind of thing?"

"Of course." Fang Qingye said with experience, "Many people have misunderstood themselves. In fact, there should be relatively few pure ones in the circle. Especially in Ningcheng, most of the friends I know are not."

Fu Xiao asked: "You know a lot? Often go out to play?"

"It's not a lot, just friends of friends of friends." Fang Qingye said, "Occasionally, I will go to have fun. There are a few bars with a good environment in Ningcheng. If you are interested, in the future, when you go to Ningcheng, I will bring them to you." you go."

Fu Xiao said "no need", sounding really uninterested.

It turns out that Fu Xiao is not only seldom talkative, but also has a cold personality, and is also a very conservative person.

It was rare for Fang Qingye to meet such a 1, and secretly smiled inwardly, not intending to talk about these restricted topics.

He explained to Fu Xiao: "Don't get me wrong, it's not the kind of place you think, but a bar that is more suitable for friends of our group to gather, relax and introduce interpersonal relationships. You can also imagine it as an alternative blind date to solve the single problem horn."

Fu Xiao was still very serious: "Yes."

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