Perfect Two

Fu Zhou was already holding a rope in his heart, binding his internal organs, and after pulling it tightly, it tied a dead knot.This is the secret that happened to him, it is truly engraved in his skin and flesh and blood, and it is very close to the core incident.Almost as long as you turn around and shift your hands by two inches, you can clearly see what happened back then.

He never mentioned it, and thought he would never mention it in his life.

This is too difficult.It's the same for everyone, it's too difficult to spread out the past and put it on the ground for people to see.No matter what kind of character Fu Zhou used to be, as far as he is concerned now, he is used to being introverted, and all his emotions are kept inward.

It's been a long time since I've been so frank and open and cut myself apart.Fu Zhou didn't want people to know that there was still such a period, so he wouldn't mention anything related to it.Including your own face.

These years have also been peaceful.Even Wang Jingxian, who has a lot of contacts, only thinks that he is cold-tempered and doesn't like to chat with people.Always with such a paralyzed face, I'm used to it.No one has ever noticed the abnormality until he told it himself 5 minutes ago.

When Cheng Xirong was thinking, Fu Zhou's whole body was tense, from the back of his neck to his back, stretched into a line, and he didn't dare to move.Breathing is also stuck within a tiny range, afraid of disturbing anything.

But what can surprise you?It was simply that he was thinking too much, usually too much, and at this time he was using those superfluous and useless strength.

After Cheng Xirong asked the question "Why plastic surgery", he paused for a moment, and then said: "Isn't it natural for you to say I want to do it? You can't see it, right?"

The whole person's qi was sucked away, and Fu Zhou felt that his spirit was leaking out.But at the same time, it will be easy.His throat was tight, he coughed lightly, and squeezed out a sentence: "Don't do it."

"Are there any side effects?"

Fu Zhou: "The face is stiff."

Cheng Xirong raised his hand and gestured on the root of his mountain: "What about this? Will you be stiff? How many projects have you done?"

Fu Zhou finally regained his composure, and turned his head to look at the point between his eyebrows: "You are afraid of the pain of an injection, do you want to use a knife?"

Cheng Xirong thought for a while: "Let's forget it... Makeup saves everything."

After saying this sentence, Cheng Xirong took another look at Fu Zhou's face, still very curious.The nurse put the liquid on Cheng Xirong and told Fu Zhou to watch the dripping speed and not to go too fast.Cheng Xirong was lying on the bed bored, and kept turning his head to see Fu Zhou's face.

If you don't solve this problem, I'm afraid you can't feel at ease.

Fu Zhou had no choice but to bring up the topic again: "What I do is repair."

Cheng Xirong was counting the drops, and when he counted to more than 90, he would look back at Fu Zhou when he had a few more counts.After hearing this suddenly, he turned around excitedly, his expression didn't have time to adjust, and his gossip was ignored.

Fu Zhou: "..."

Facing those sparkling eyes, another pair of eyes came to mind.Fu Zhou lost his temper, closed his eyes and let out a breath, looked at the eyes in his mind for a moment, and then opened them again.

"Accident. Then I went to repair it." Fu Zhou thought for a while, "The whole face was moved. At that time, the whole face was rotten."

Cheng Xirong took a deep breath, raised his hand and scratched the corner of his mouth.

Fu Zhou still wanted to say something, and it was just a few words, which were quite clear.After finishing speaking, he didn't know what to say. Fu Zhou thought for a while and added dryly: "It doesn't hurt either. I'm deeply comatose and don't know anything."

Cheng Xirong was even more frightened, and curled his lips and said, "I don't know how it feels. It's good to be in a coma, but it's better to stay in a coma when you wake up, and don't wake up."

Fu Zhou said coldly: "Maybe. I forgot, it's been too long."

Cheng Xirong looked at his profile, sighed and said, "Go out and smoke a cigarette. I'll look at the liquid myself."

Fu Zhou didn't flirt with him, and walked out with his pockets in his pocket, walking lazily, with his back bent and his shoulders slumped.A listless look.A person who is usually neat and tidy is like a tall and straight tree, and his whole person's energy goes up.After just a few words, the anger dissipated.

It is not easy to get together again.That takes time.

Cheng Xirong felt a little regretful, wondering if he had gone too far.When Fu Zhou admitted that he had plastic surgery, Cheng Xirong actually thought of it.The closest distance to the back of the neck is the head and back. If the back is not injured, it is likely to be injured on the head.

Fu Zhou is a director and a part-time screenwriter, no matter what he does, he doesn't care about appearance.With this figure, he already stands out among the group of directors, and there is no need for plastic surgery.Mostly it's a fix.

But after asking once, Fu Zhou didn't want to answer.It would be cruel to force him to reveal the past.Cheng Xirong may have never been so considerate and caring in his previous life and this life, so he changed the topic, pointed at his roots against his will, and said he wanted to use a knife.

In fact, Cheng Xi regretted it a little after he finished speaking, he was really not suitable to play the role of such a good person.He was just curious. He guessed the answer but no one came to verify it. This kind of feeling is quite annoying. It's better not to know anything.

Cheng Xirong was just trying.Fu Zhou has always been obedient to himself, and this is the time to behave well, otherwise he would not take the initiative to bring up the past.He will tell himself if he is not sure, and if he really refuses to say it, he will think about it later.

Unexpectedly, Fu Zhou didn't hold on for long.

Although he still didn't explain what happened, it was quite rare for him to admit the repair operation.Cheng Xirong looked at his own details, his mind was full of the back view of Fu Zhou when he went out, and his heart was a little complicated.

Can't say it wasn't touched.

Cheng Xirong is not a fool.Of course Cheng Xirong understood Fu Zhou's intentions.Fu Zhou apologized and repented with all sincerity.He opened up his past, picked out the bloody part, and put it in front of Cheng Xirong.

It cannot be seen by others, and a part of it is forcibly pulled out to expose it to sight.From then on, Cheng Xirong shared Fuzhou's past, and then extended down to the unknown future.

It's a commitment.It didn't say it with the mouth, but it was actually passed to the ear, entered the blood, and left a deep imprint.

Cheng Xirong took the phone with one hand, clicked on WeChat, and opened the dialog box with Fu Zhou.But I don't know what to say.He tried to type a few words and told him to come back, but he felt that it was too hasty, and he might not have finished a cigarette yet.

After hesitating for a long time, the phone vibrated.There was no beep, and there was suddenly new content in the dialog box on the screen.

a picture.Screenshot of Fu Zhou's mobile phone.The dialog box is clean, only the name shows: the other party is typing...

Needless to say.He understands everything.

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