The fake boyfriend is actually a scumbag ex and his uncle

Fu Congjue was silent for a while, then approached him and said, "Wu Han was beaten to tears by girls when he was learning Jeet Kune Do when he was young, and he wet the bed when he was ten years old, his grades were low in junior high school, and he was almost expelled for fighting in high school. In college, he often skipped classes, failed exams and retakes, and the plagiarism rate of papers was 80.00%. It took so many years to become a well-known photographer."

Ruan Tang listened to Fu Congjue's statement of Wu Han's dark history one by one, and then asked, "Was Angkor like this before?"

Seeing Ruan Tang asking this question, Fu Congjue felt a little better when Ruan Tang suddenly sighed, "It's really amazing!"

Fu Congjue: ...

Fu Congjue: "Excellent?"

Ruan Tang: "Don't you think? Angkor was the way he was before, no one would have thought that he would become what he is now, right? He has his own career and is doing things that he likes."

Fu Congjue was silent, Ruan Tang was inexplicably nervous when he looked at him, and when he was about to say something more, Fu Congjue suddenly sat back, just reached out and patted his head: "Rest!"

The next two hours were very quiet. Fu Congjue didn't say much in the middle, but rested with his eyes closed.

Ruan Tang looked at him, not sure if he was asleep, and tentatively called Fu Congjue's name.Fu Congjue responded, but did not open his eyes.

Ruan Tang hesitated for a while, and finally asked with concern: "Did I say something wrong just now?"

Fu Congjue opened his eyes and looked at him and said, "No."

Although Fu Congjue said so, until he got off the plane, Ruan Tang still felt that Fu Congjue was not as happy as when he first boarded the plane.

Although the attitude towards him is still very gentle, and he also caringly helped him with his luggage.

Because they want to go to the nearby ancient town, they need to transfer again.

Ruan Tang followed Fu Congjue until he got into the car, and he took the initiative to sit beside Fu Congjue, then took out a bottle of water from his white canvas bag and said, "Are you thirsty?"

Fu Congjue took the bottle of water, opened it and handed it to him: "I'm not thirsty, if you are tired from sitting, just sleep for a while."

"...Well." Ruan Tang responded, but cared even more.

They took the bus for the transfer, and their seats were relatively at the back. The rest of the students were either chatting or capturing the scenery outside.

When the car got out of the urban area, the car became quiet, because most people were sleeping because they got up early.

Ruan Tang looked at Fu Congjue beside him, and finally couldn't help reaching out and tugging at his sleeve.

Fu Congjue opened his eyes to look at him, the color of the sunset came through the window, outlining the golden outline of Fu Congjue's side face, but made Fu Congjue's eyes look a little lonely at this moment.

This seemed to be the first time Ruan Tang felt this kind of feeling from Fu Congjue.

He suddenly realized that he never seemed to have heard Fu Congjue mention anything about his family or friends, let alone about himself.

Fu Congjue saw that he didn't speak, but just looked at him like that, and then slightly deceived his head, and asked after driving away the tiredness in his eyes, "What's wrong? Is it motion sickness?"

Ruan Tang recovered, shook his head and said, "I want to ask you if you are angry."

Fu Congjue looked at Ruan Tang with a lazy expression. He didn't answer right away, but was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: "No, you didn't do anything wrong, and you didn't say anything wrong."

After a pause, Fu Congjue said again: "Are you worried that I will be angry with you?"

Ruan Tang: "It's not that I'm worried, it's just that I don't want to."

Fu Congjue is very good. From the time they met to now, he has always been very kind to him. He doesn't want people who are kind to him to be angry because of him.

But it doesn't seem to be the case in my heart... After seeing Fu Congjue's eyes just now, Ruan Tang's center of gravity seemed to have shifted.

He looked at Fu Congjue, and suddenly said, "If you pinch my face...would you feel better?"

Fu Congjue raised his eyebrows, and then realized that it was because Fu Congjue unconsciously reached out and pinched his face when they were in the elevator last time.He couldn't help chuckling.

"There are other ways to make me feel better." Fu Congjue leaned on Ruan Tang's shoulder after speaking.

Ruan Tang didn't move, but when he saw Fu Congjue smiling, he seemed to be happier too.

Fu Congjue was silent for a while, then he seemed worried that Ruan Tang would still think too much, and said, "I got up too early today, I'm just a little tired."

Ruan Tang unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, letting Fu Congjue lean on him, trying to restrain his restless heartbeat.

The back of Fu Congjue's hand was lightly pressed against the hand on his lap. Ruan Tang lowered his eyes for a while, and faintly felt Fu Congjue's hand move.

Does he want to hold my hand?

Will you sleep more peacefully?

Ruan Tang raised his hand and tentatively touched Fu Congjue's finger. Fu Congjue reached for his finger as if he hadn't seen it, and finally held his hand firmly. After adjusting a comfortable posture, he returned Rubbed Ruan Tang's slender index finger with his thumb.

A warm and down-to-earth feeling came from Fu Congjue's palm, and Ruan Tang looked at the hands they held so quietly, feeling that it didn't seem boring to wait for the time to pass so quietly.

Fu Congjue seemed to be really tired, leaning against Ruan Tang, his breathing gradually became even.He didn't wake up until he was about to reach his destination.

Ruan Tang noticed the weight off his shoulders, and seeing Fu Congjue sitting up straight, he said, "Why are you awake? Is it uncomfortable to lean on?"

"No, I slept well." Fu Congjue's voice was still a little sleepy, but the fatigue on his face had faded a lot.

Most of the roads to the ancient town are winding mountain roads.But the scenery along the road is very beautiful, you can see the fire clouds.

When they arrived at the ancient town, Ruan Tang didn't ask Fu Congjue to help him carry his luggage, and even wanted to help Fu Congjue bring his luggage, but Fu Congjue refused.

Many people couldn't wait to take pictures on the way to the ancient town homestay.Although the place where I stayed tonight was a homestay, it was a courtyard and pavilion built with local characteristics.

Entering through the double-opening gates, there is a flagstone courtyard with flowers, plants and trees planted in the courtyard, and a very clear water tank, about a palm wide, which surrounds the entire courtyard in a square shape.

There are many rooms in the attic on three sides and two floors, facing the living room, and the furniture is mainly made of wood.

"It's great! It's my first time in this kind of place."

"This house alone can make a lot of good movies!"

The students all sighed. The owner of the homestay is a man with a mustache. He led everyone into the house with a smile and said: "Here! There is everything, and the rooms above are all empty. If you need anything, just tell me. I."

Uncle Zhou seemed to be an acquaintance of Wu Han. After speaking, he said to Wu Han, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Thank you for taking care of my little homestay."

"Uncle Zhou is very polite, you don't need to thank me." Wu Han approached in a low voice and said: "I was also entrusted by others."

Uncle Zhou showed a curious look, and he saw Wu Han gesture to the two people not far away.

I saw that Fu Congjue was still wearing a mask and hat at this time, and was staring at Ruan Tang intently.

And Ruan Tang was holding his arm and shaking it: "Did you see it just now? There seem to be small fish fry in this ditch!"

Fu Congjue looked at Ruan Tang's novelty like a child, and asked deliberately, "Where is it?"

"Here, here!" Ruan Tang squatted down and tugged at Fu Congjue's hand in order to let Fu Congjue see it: "This side."

Fu Congjue followed him and squatted down, looking at the small fish fry staying together in twos and threes in the water.

"Did you see it?" Ruan Tang asked.

Fu Congjue: "Yes, I see."

Uncle Zhou looked at the two people who were leaning against each other, and smiled knowingly: "It seems that this time, we are not alone."

Because it was getting late, everyone arranged the room first.According to the number of people and room allocation, two people share one room.Ruan Tang was about to ask Fu Congjue which room he wanted to live in, but Fu Congjue took his luggage first and said, "The second floor on the right, go up first, you may not be able to grab it if you are late."

After Fu Congjue finished speaking, he went up with two boxes. Ruan Tang blinked in surprise, then followed Fu Congjue and asked, "Have you been here before?"

Fu Congjue: "Well, it was a long time ago."

The students chose the rooms by themselves. Some students felt a little scary because the wooden stairs under their feet were creaking slightly, so they chose the downstairs. Most of the students still chose the upstairs.

When Ruan Tang followed Fu Congjue to the rightmost room on the second floor, as soon as he stepped into the room, Ruan Tang asked curiously, "Is every room here different?"

Fu Congjue: "It's all the same."

"Then why did you choose this room?" Ruan Tang looked around, the double bed, the old wooden table, and even the cups on the table were very distinctive.

As soon as the words fell, a kind voice came from behind: "Because this room is the quietest."

Ruan Tang turned around and saw Uncle Zhou standing there smiling, and he greeted Uncle Zhou politely.

Fu Congjue pulled off his mask and said to Uncle Zhou, "I haven't gone back to rest yet, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Uncle Zhou raised the earth-colored wide-rimmed bowl in his hand: "I'll bring you some home-grown pomelo."

Then he shook a handful of dried plants in his hand: "And you can't sleep, can't you?"

Can't sleep?

Hearing this, Ruan Tang looked at Fu Congjue, who said, "I can't sleep."

But he still took the grapefruit and the few dried green plants from Uncle Zhou's hand.

Uncle Zhou was still cheerful, and looked at Ruan Tang from time to time: "Then you rest, and I won't bother you."

After Uncle Zhou left, Fu Congjue handed the grapefruit to Ruan Tang, and then hung the green plant in his hand on the wall beside the bed.

Ruan Tang hugged the pomelo and looked at him, "Do you suffer from insomnia at night?"

Fu Congjue turned around and said, "I'm just a light sleeper."

When Ruan Tang thought about being in the car, he asked again: "Is it serious?"

"Sometimes when you hear noises, it's really easy to wake up in the middle of the night." Fu Congjue didn't seem to care about this problem, touched the quilt on the bed and said: "The quilt is thick enough, you shouldn't feel cold at night, if you don't feel warm enough, Throw my coat over the quilt."

Ruan Tang was still a little concerned. When they were sleeping at night, the two lay on the bed, covered with thick quilts, and looked at each other face to face.

Ruan Tang blinked, then took out his phone and earphones and said, "Why don't you listen to music? Soothing music can also help you sleep, maybe it can make you sleep better."

Fu Congjue looked at him softly: "Okay."

Each of them put on an earphone, and soothing and soft music came from inside.Ruan Tang looked at Fu Congjue, thought for a while and stretched out his hand: "Give me your hand too! Then you should sleep better too."

"Yeah." Fu Congjue chuckled, then clasped Ruan Tang's hand.

"Good night." Ruan Tang's voice sounded softly in the room.

Fu Congjue also gave the most gentle response: "Good night."

Because of the shooting, the next morning, everyone woke up from sleep before dawn.Ruan Tang was almost woken up by Fu Congjue, so sleepy and cold that he couldn't open his eyes.

"It's so cold...Let me lie down for another 5 minutes...and get up." Ruan Tang wrapped the quilt around her body.

"You've been lying down for two five minutes, it's time to be late." Fu Congjue said as he pulled him up from the quilt, and then handed him the sweater.

Ruan Tang had no choice but to put on the sweater in his hand, and Fu Congjue was about to give him the coat again, but when he approached, Ruan Tang slipped through Fu Congjue's windbreaker and hugged his waist.