The world doesn't fit me

The whole spring has become lonely and long.

In fact, Lu Chen didn't like sweets that much when he was a child, but later he ate a lot, and it became a habit instead.Like smoking, once you become addicted, it is very difficult to quit.

Candy was a bit boring to Lu Chen, but Lu He had no experience in raising children back then, and thought that children should like sweets, so he often used this kind of candy to coax him.Later, the sugar accumulated more and more, so Lu He specially took a few transparent jars to store it.

Even if Xiao Lu Chen doesn't like it very much, he will pretend to be happy when he gets the candy.He didn't want Lu He to pay too much for himself.

It was after Lu He's death that he developed the habit of eating sugar.

The jars of candy by his bed became the only way for him to commemorate the past.It seems that as long as there is sweetness on the tip of the tongue, Lu He is still alive, and life is not meaningless.

But now Lu Chen had already given up those unrealistic self-consolation, but he couldn't get rid of the habit of eating candy.

But it doesn't matter if you quit or not.

Lu Chen gently shook Fu Yanchuan's hand back, feeling the warmth of his palm to his heart's content.

Fu Yanchuan was discharged from the hospital in the afternoon of the second day. There were still a few bandages wrapped around his head, but he looked fine, and he was even in the mood to tease Lu Chen for wanting to sell his semen.

The weather was fine that day, the two talked and laughed on the heels of the setting sun, and walked home side by side—speaking of which, it was already a real home.

Things in the studio were settled soon after.

Originally, He Zhen promised Fu Yanchuan that the deadline would be the seventh day of the Lunar New Year. During the process, Cheng Yixiao was delayed for a while, and he would try to get this done as soon as possible.

Due to the rolling publicity on the Qingshu homepage on April [-]st and the popularity of the wind, the official account of the studio gained nearly a million fans that day.

Later, some fans of the microscope discovered that the column of the general plan actually said weeds on the side of the road, which caused quite a stir.

The two fans never imagined that this fucking would be able to create a dream linkage.

But how the fans make trouble is their business, and the two have no time to take care of it.After that, neither of them could be free, and even Lu Chen could only put aside the matter of finding a job.

After Fu Yanchuan's usual observation and screening, he signed several screenwriters, voice actors and post-production teachers in one go, and searched for a large number of commercially valuable novels to sign contracts and revise them into radio drama scripts.

After the copyright issue was settled, he began to figure out the role again, and selected a suitable voice actor for recording.

It can be said that even with injuries, the efficiency has not decreased at all.

During the period of looking for novels, Lu Chen also joined in, thinking of sharing some for him.He had read nearly a hundred sweet and toothless danmei novels, and the corners of his mouth almost didn't let go. It was rare for him to neglect Fu Yanchuan, who felt that he would soon become immortal.

Occasionally, when he sees meaty texts, he will sigh "It can still be like this".

One night, Lu Chen found a relatively large book, sat next to Fu Yanchuan, and complained: "Does the author have no actual combat experience?"

Fu Yanchuan was sitting at his desk, with two computers at hand, one for drafting contracts and the other for receiving various professional documents. The printer was still working.

The room was very quiet, except for the occasional sound of the man coughing and rubbing against the paper when he received the message from the computer, so Lu Chen's words with a rising ending were extremely abrupt.

Fu Yanchuan didn't stop his hand on the keyboard, and said in a deep voice, "Naturally, most of these authors are girls."

He didn't turn his head until he hit the last key.

Because of watching the screen for a long time, Fu Yanchuan's eyes were a little dazzled. When he looked at Lu Chen, he felt that the corners of his lips were very dazzling, and his delicate cheeks were dotted with twinkling stars.

His eyelids are drooping, his eyelashes are thick, and the end of his eyes is slightly raised. The tip of his nose is sprinkled with the fluorescent light on the screen. Lines of text are reflected in the lenses, jumping when turning pages.

Fu Yanchuan was startled, and asked him, "What did the book say?"

Lu Chen raised his eyes: "Wait, let me read you an example."

He swiped the screen a few times with his fingertips, and began to read: "Ah, it's so hot!" The thick and hot liquid hit the blood-congested flesh? The wall stimulated him to tremble again, and he bent over again Reaching orgasm——what are you talking about hot? Did the male lead ejaculate boiling water? "

Lu Chen's unaesthetic and explicit stick reading was exceptionally clear in the study, and it fell into Fu Yanchuan's ears verbatim. His eyes dimmed slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"

Lu Chen didn't notice it, and raised his voice: "Novel, a fan recommended it to me, saying that the meat is very delicious."

"You don't need to look at this kind of thing, but interrogation." He looked complicated.

"Ah, it's a pity."

Looking at his regretful face, Fu Yanchuan didn't know what he was regretting for a while.

Sure enough, Lu Chen said in the next second: "I really want to hear you read the lines in it, it's yellow and emotional."

"Uh..." Fu Yanchuan pondered for a moment: "Then send me your name."

"Ok?"

"Don't you want to hear it? I'll read it to you." After he finished speaking, he turned and continued typing on the keyboard without any waves on his face.

Just a few words made Lu Chen's blood boil instantly.

Lu Chen dropped his cell phone and hooked Fu Yanchuan's neck to make him turn his head to look at him.He smiled and asked, "Really?"

Fu Yanchuan's eyes were brightened, but he still nodded seriously, focusing on Lu Chen's eyelashes: "Well, really."

The sound of the printer’s operation was infinitely amplified in this confined space, and the light from the computer screen lightly carved the silhouettes of the two people getting closer and closer—the two sculptures finally blended together.

The ambiguous atmosphere gradually fills up, cutting off all the cold air around.

Lu Chen met Fu Yanchuan's scorching gaze through the gaps in his eyes, and at that moment he even forgot how to breathe.

The two kissed so forgetfully, the long and mournful singing sounded slowly——

"Namo...drink...Tana Duo Na Yeye...Namo...Ali...Yeva Lukadi Shuo Bona...Ya Bodhi Sathapaya—"

The loud volume rang through the study, and Lu Chen opened his eyes instantly: "..."

He shouldn't have set the "Great Compassion Mantra" as the ringtone for incoming calls in a flash of his brain, and forget about the embarrassment.

Fu Yanchuan was not annoyed by the interruption at all, but smiled a little more after seeing Lu Chen's deflated expression.

The ringtone of the incoming call was still howling like a reminder, Lu Chen felt aggrieved, and reluctantly withdrew from Fu Yanchuan's lap.

Lu Chen picked up the mobile phone that was emitting a magic sound, and the caller ID made him stunned.

It's his grandma.A loved one who would never contact him for no reason.

In that case, why are you calling?

Lu Chen was very puzzled, and a little bit of uneasiness followed his answering, like the end of a thread was pulled out and exposed to the air.

"Hello? Yes, I'm Lu Chen... um... How much does it cost? Okay, I'll call now... Do you want me to go back?"

Fu Yanchuan listened to his words, and gradually frowned.

He saw Lu Chen opened his mouth, and retorted softly "I'm not".If it weren't for the room being too quiet, it would be impossible to hear the faint mumbling.

It's like a painless resistance.

"Okay..." Lu Chen's tone was heavy with exhaustion, "I'm going to the bank now."

He hung up the phone, let out a long breath, and then complained as if nothing happened: "I'm in trouble."

After he finished speaking, he turned the subject around: "I'll go out first."

Fu Yanchuan didn't respond, but stood up and rubbed Lu Chen's slightly drooping head: "Together."

The hair is still as soft and perverse as ever.

The words without any room for rejection made Lu Chen stunned.He rubbed the hem of the clothes with his fingertips, and then let go to smooth out the wrinkles.

"it is good."

The orange lights on the road were carved into intermittent silk threads by the light rain, which was poured on the ground, and the puddles splashed little bits and pieces, shattering the quiet moon.

The two were holding the same umbrella, and the tip of the umbrella slid off with water drops, Lu Chen was fascinated by the sight along the way.

"What's going on?" Fu Yanchuan leaned against the door of the bank and saw Lu Chen come out of it.

"My grandfather had an accident, and he needed money for the hospital just now. It seems to be quite serious."

Lu Chen continued: "It's okay, I'm not familiar with them."

After he finished speaking, he felt that this remark was a bit strange, and it was no different from his evaluation of strangers, so he added: "We don't make out."

The older generation in the family didn't like him, and always felt that he was a broom star who shouldn't have been born at all.

For Lu Chen, such things as family love are all poured into Lu He, and other people actually have nothing to do with him except blood relationship.They only think of themselves when they are short of money.

So with the disgust of his family, it's hard for him not to be cold.

Out of habit, Lu Chen didn't feel anything, but it was another voice when it reached Fu Yanchuan's ears.

That kind of loneliness and loss made the whole spring lonely and long.

In the end, Fu Yanchuan didn't ask him what he was whispering when he called.He didn't want Lu Chen to chew on the cry in his heart over and over again - how heart-piercing it must have been in the past, before it became the dumbness it is now.

When Fu Yanchuan was taking out the stitches in the hospital, Lu Chen gasped as he watched from the sidelines, as if the pain was on him.

The ruptured wound has almost healed, and the bandage can no longer be wrapped around the head, and the whole body is relaxed.

But Lu Chen didn't think so.

He was heartbroken, couldn't bear to look at the wound, and said in pain: "You have no hair."

Probably because he was afraid that Fu Yanchuan would be overwhelmed, Lu Chen buried him in his arms and comforted him: "It's okay, you are tall, and most people can't see it."

"Uh..." Fu Yanchuan: "I just lost a handful of hair."

Still not easy to find the kind.

Lu Chen was stunned for a while: "Yes."

Fu Yanchuan sighed: "I didn't fall into a midlife crisis in advance."

"Uh..." Lu Chen's mood changed rapidly, "Then to celebrate you taking off the bandage, how about going to eat hot pot?"

"Next time." That look was really cute, but Fu Yanchuan still apologized for it.He pointed to his wound, which was still recovering, "I can't eat."

Being greedy is one thing, for the sake of his boyfriend's injury, Lu Chen chose to follow Fu Yanchuan.

He chuckled: "That's fine, let's go eat next time. I'm going to take you to eat the authentic old hot pot in our C city. It's guaranteed to be so spicy—hey, I'm going to the toilet, you wait for me here." .”

Lu Chen tiptoed and lightly pecked Fu Yanchuan's temples. Fu Yanchuan lowered his head and helped him pull up the large coat that had slipped off his shoulders.

In the corridor of the hospital, there were several little girls gathered around, and they couldn't help screaming excitedly when they saw their interaction.

Lu Chen turned his head and put his index finger on his lips, signaling them to be quiet.

The little girl immediately covered her mouth in apology, rolled her eyes and swarmed down the stairwell beside her.

Fu Yanchuan leaned against the white wall of the hospital to wait for Lu Chen, the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant, so strong that it was difficult to dissipate.

A group of nurses and doctors were anxiously rushing downstairs, presumably another seriously injured patient came to the emergency department.

Tuantuanbai ran past his eyes, and he thought of Fu Yuanshan.I am afraid that I am so busy in another hospital, and even worse.

Even so, his father never complained, always tall, always straight, always blowing his beard and staring, but he never forgot to comfort the patient during the operation.

Stubborn, yet cute.

"Ah... Ah Chuan?"

There was a somewhat familiar voice amidst the strangeness, pulling Fu Yanchuan back from the dying moment of his thoughts.

He turned his head and bumped into an old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years.

"Is it Ah Chuan?" The excitement in the old man's voice could not be concealed, even trembling.

Fu Yanchuan looked at him indifferently, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

The visitor walked forward with difficulty, and the crutches made chaotic knocking sounds on the ground.

At the last step, he suddenly lost his strength, and the tip of his staff was frightened, and he couldn't stabilize and fell forward.

Fu Yanchuan subconsciously stepped forward to support him, reminding him in a low voice, "Be careful."

He supported Fu Yanchuan's arm to stand up straight, and it took a long time before he said, "Achuan, long time no see..."

"Long time no see, Wen Xu."

There was no excitement in Fu Yanchuan's tone, which was in great contrast to the turbulent Wenxu in his heart.

He glanced down at Wen Xu's leg, and said pleasantly, "Come to check again?"

"Yeah. I want to get rid of this thing sooner." He was talking about the crutches he was using.

"Well, I wish you a speedy recovery." When Fu Yanchuan spoke, his eyes unconsciously glanced away, rather absent-minded.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, Wen Xu twitched the corners of his mouth, and said unwillingly: "A Chuan, I haven't seen you for so many years, do you have nothing to tell me?"

Fu Yanchuan thought for a while, "I'm sorry, back then I..."

"I didn't say that."

Fu Yanchuan looked at him with doubts on his face.

"I mean, do you think it's possible for us?"

The author says:

Wen continued: Is it still possible for us?

Lu Chen (violently): There's a fart!

又卡文了，可恶！感谢在2020-09-1312:25:43-2020-10-0415:20:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of piaji;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!