Perfect Two

It involves the bones, tendons, and blood of the hair and skin.It was a part of myself, and when I uprooted I lost my life.

People will have instinctive fear in the face of pain. After experiencing a heart-breaking torture, they will be afraid when they encounter the same situation again.Man is an animal that seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages. His instinct will protect himself from harm, and he will also lead himself to avoid things that may be dangerous, and to avoid the suffering and pain that he will encounter.

It's not easy for Cheng Xirong to fight against his own instincts.

In particular, he was not yet mentally prepared.

Fu Zhou didn't know what he was thinking, he just put the phone on the laundry cabinet beside him and leaned against the washing machine.He didn't go out, he didn't intend to explain anything to Cheng Zi and Su Minglin now, he seemed to put off all the chores.

Seeing Fu Zhou pose for a long talk, Cheng Xirong's sense of touch took a step ahead, trembled, and became uneasy.After the thought was touched, it was half a beat slower to make a guess, and it had a reliable shape.

To be honest, now is not a good moment.

Cheng Xirong exhaled helplessly, and said long and slowly: "You should know that talking is a very exhausting thing. Especially, um, that kind of unbelievable things. For example, your family, Those, uh, complicated relationships."

Fu Zhou shook his head: "I don't think so."

Cheng Xirong laughed: "It's like this for me, it's really tiring. So... not now. Let me take a breath and have a buffer."

Fu Zhou still shook his head, very firmly: "No."

He couldn't wait, he couldn't wait for a minute and a second, and he didn't have the patience to wait for some kind of buffer.He wanted to get an affirmative answer right now, wanted to hear it with his own ears, and wanted the person in front of him to tell it himself.He wants to know what happened, to know every detail.

He wanted the last seal, and after it was stamped, it became real.The heart that I have been wandering for so long can be settled down, and I have support and a home from now on, and I don't have to be shaky anymore.

Fu Zhou left the washing machine, stood up straight, and walked forward.He moved closer to Cheng Xirong, arched his back, lowered his head slightly, looked at Cheng Xirong, and said in a low voice, "Just tell me."

The tone and appearance that were supposed to be pleading made Cheng Xirong feel a little coquettish and a little coquettish.

Cheng Xirong had no choice but to let him laugh angrily at this move, and raised his hand to push Fu Zhou's shoulder: "You are not authentic. When I think about those things in the past, I look like I have no love in my life. What? They didn't care about it, and they didn't even talk about chasing me to ask. It's just a little bit now, and you're here to torture me?"

"I'm not torturing you." After a pause, Fu Zhou couldn't think of any good words to say, so he just followed the previous tone and continued to act coquettishly, "Don't torment me."

The voice was very low, with a breathy sound at the end, gushing out together with a breath.Cheng Xirong's ears felt hot when he heard it, and his heart felt numb.It's like being scratched by a laughing cat... No, the kitten is nothing exciting.This is a little leopard, with its sharp claws retracted, it just patted the human heart lightly with its pads.

It's a soft, thick, matte piece with a vibrant vigor.His paws are attached to the flesh, allowing you to feel his obedience and tenderness.But he is a little leopard after all, you don't know when he will show his claws, and you don't know when you will be penetrated.

Quite exciting.

Really... lost to him.

Cheng Xirong simply imitated Fu Zhou's previous posture, leaning his shoulders against the wall, assuming a posture of stopping and having a long talk.He didn't speak, but stared at Fu Zhou, which was a bit provocative.

Fu Zhou walked up to Cheng Xirong, took a step forward, and got closer until the distance between the two bodies was only half a palm.They are about to stick together, can feel the temperature of each other's body, can smell a very familiar smell, and the breath is sticky and dyed each other's skin.

It's a good distance for... kissing.

As long as they are slightly staggered, they can touch together.

Before such intimate contact, it is a state of being about to embrace.When Fu Zhou raised his arm, he could pull Cheng Xirong into his arms and hug him.

Fu Zhou had to use a lot of strength to restrain his impulse, so as not to raise his arms before opening his mouth.He looked down at the person in front of him, and asked in a low voice, "What's your name?"

Cheng Xirong raised his head, with light in his eyes, he was Fu Zhou's guiding star.

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Cheng Zi was startled by the violent noise from the balcony, took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun and dropped it on the table, muttering "what's the matter, what's the matter?" while looking back.As soon as he saw the sliding door of the balcony hit the wooden door frame, his eyes flickered and he froze in place.

The door was opened with too much force, and the glass door rebounded tremblingly and closed a little more, with the edges stuck in the middle.There was only a quarter of the two doors to pass through, and when Cheng Zi looked over there, Fu Zhou was squeezing out sideways.

It doesn't even count as being in a hurry, it's simply panic, not even the time to open the door properly, nor the patience to do such a simple thing.Or to put it another way... I have no time to open the door.

Because he was still carrying Cheng Xirong.

Cheng Zi was dumbfounded, his eyes moved rigidly following Fu Zhou's footsteps, inch by inch, and after a few steps, his eyes were completely wide open.Cheng Zi unconsciously stretched out a finger towards that direction, tapped on a shadow in the void, and finally landed outside the door of the master bedroom with the sound of "bang" closing the door.

"He he he they...Senior brother, did you see it!? They just...!!!"

After the shock, Su Minglin hadn't calmed down yet, and pressed down Cheng Zi's hand first.He coughed dryly, and only after he figured out some meaning, he squinted at Cheng Zi: "What is he? What are you excited about? Wipe the soy milk from the corner of your mouth."

Cheng Zi rubbed his chin with his backhand, wiped it on his clothes carelessly, and didn't care if he wiped off anything.She still had to look back in the direction of the master bedroom, shocked and curious at the same time, while occupying a round eyeball.Two other large characters were pasted on the forehead between the eyes: Puzzled.

Su Minglin pressed her head, turned her back, and pressed her in front of Baozi.

"Eat your food! Can't Baozi stop your mouth? Don't meddle in your own business, don't worry about it, you won't see anything that has nothing to do with you. Understand?"

Cheng Zi struggled a few times, but Su Minglin's body fat was still very useful, and he exploded with muscle strength, clamping Cheng Zi tightly.After a few seconds of stalemate, Cheng Zi cried out plaintively: "Brother, you made my neck sore..."

Su Minglin leaned over and looked at Cheng Zi's expression from the side: "Except for a sore neck?"

"Let go of me quickly! I'm going to cramp, so fast! Let go!"

In the end, his own neck was more important. While rubbing the back of his neck, Cheng Zi interrupted the previous excitement and lost more than half of his emotions.But she was still curious, and her eyes couldn't help but glance in the direction of the master bedroom.

Su Minglin slapped her on the head, not hard, but just a warning: "Are you still watching? Take your things and go."

Cheng Zi still glanced at him in a daze, but he was really stunned when he heard the words, and stared at Su Minglin stupidly: "Can I go? Didn't the little boss say you can't go out before?"

"..." Su Minglin didn't know how to explain the current situation to her. After all, she was a delicate little girl, so she couldn't be as straightforward as she was with rough guys.Su Minglin was silent for a while and said: "Don't you have a job as a group performer? All students are required to be present. Can you not go?"

"I can't... the instructor notified one by one, so I can't go if I don't go."

Su Minglin stood up, tidied up the plastic bags on the dining table, took out a few steamed buns, and said, "Well, why don't you hurry up? I'll stay with you for the next two days, so there shouldn't be any problem."

After speaking, Su Minglin thought for a while, and simply grabbed the buns on the table and picked them up.

Cheng Zi asked: "Aren't you going to keep a few for the little boss?"

"I won't stay. They may wake up... come out to eat, and it's not their turn to have breakfast, just lunch."

Maybe it's still dinner, it all depends on the "ability" of the senior brother.But it was the little boss... the little boss was not in good health, and felt that the senior brother would wrong him.

Thinking about it again, I am single, why bother with their husband and wife? ?No matter how poor the little boss's health is, they are also eating meat, and they are also rich, okay?There is no room for an idle vegetarian like myself to worry about.

It is simply that the hungry man is worried that the full man will not eat well.

Su Minglin grabbed the orange with a tangled expression, packed the steamed stuffed bun and soy milk, and was about to leave. He also walked away with an apple on the coffee table.When opening the door, Cheng Zi suddenly stood still, listening intently with his ears up.

"Did you hear something?"

Su Minglin: "..."

Cheng Zi paid attention to it for a while, and his expression gradually became clear, from the initial bewilderment gradually transitioned to a thorough clarity, and he had fully understood.She raised her hand and pressed her mouth with her fingertips, and said in a very exaggerated voice: "They are..."

Su Minglin interrupted her: "What is it? I've said it a hundred times, it's nothing to do with yourself, don't meddle in other people's affairs, don't run into bad luck. Does this surprise you? In the future, you will be in the circle. Familiar, some are new things!"

It's a pity that Chengzi didn't listen to what Su Minglin said at all, paused for a moment, and gave a concluding comment: "They are prostitution in daylight!"

Su Minglin: "..."

Fortunately, this is the little boss and senior brother Fu Zhou, who are considered to be his own, so it doesn't matter if it gets to their ears.If you want to change someone else, even if there is no interest relationship, just a casual joke, it may be used by someone with a heart to make a fuss.

This girl... When can I relax a little and be so careless? "

Su Minglin felt tired and went out with the orange.Chengzi was still feeling emotional, and whispered into Su Minglin's ear: "But why so suddenly? What did you say they said on the balcony? Are you flirting?"

Su Minglin turned his head back in despair, squinting at Cheng Zi, not knowing what expression to put on.Does the girl not realize that she is a woman, or does she not realize that the person in front of her is a man.A little too comfortable, right?

Chengzi completely ignored Su Minglin's collapse, and continued to study: "Or did they actually do something? Hehehe, let me tell you, they stayed in the room for a long time when you didn't come. I don't know what they were doing , Anyway, I woke up, but I just can’t come out.”

Su Minglin felt that it was unnecessary to spend two days with her.Seeing this girl's perverted look, it's totally unnecessary!As long as it's not a dirty trick, she can handle any danger by herself!

Maybe she can chat with the other party for a while, discussing the principle and mechanism of "daytime prostitution".

And the two people being talked about were also stalemate in the room.

Cheng Xirong's head was so big that he stopped Fu Zhou's movements countless times and reminded him: "Stop making trouble, there are people outside!"

Fu Zhou didn't care at all, grabbed Cheng Xirong's wrist, and easily twisted his arm behind his back.

"Say your name."

Cheng Xirong: "...Damn it, I've said it ten times!"

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When Cheng Xirong was pressed on the bed, there were many irrelevant thoughts in his mind.They were all trivial matters, which came together and occupied all his thoughts.

For example, is Fu Zhou a wolf?what will he doIs it to vent my desire for so long, or to take into account the condition of this body a little bit so that I can restrain myself.Also, why did he accept this fact so frankly?He looked at the face in front of him and wanted to connect to another person in his mind, didn't he think it was against the law?

Until now, Cheng Xirong himself still rarely looks in the mirror, consciously or unconsciously avoiding objects that reflect light in his life.After being reborn into this body, he never took a selfie in private again. When brushing his teeth and washing his face, he squinted his eyes halfway, as if he hadn't woken up, and closed his eyelids and didn't look up.

Occasionally, because the screen of the mobile phone is not unlocked, when I get the mobile phone and see the face reflected on the black screen, I will be a little frightened.Suddenly, there will be some doubts, not knowing who the person I see is.

When the fingerprint unlocked the lock, the screen lit up, and the face disappeared from sight, Cheng Xirong realized it belatedly.Oh, that's me, that's me right now.What I'm holding now is "my" mobile phone.

But these are always two precipices, soaring into the clouds, silently opposed to each other, with an abyss in between that can smash people to pieces.It is already very difficult to build a bridge between these two ends to communicate with each other.Not to mention being able to come and go freely, completely eliminating the distance between each other.

At least the current Cheng Xirong can't do this.He always had to react for a while, speculate with reason, and then the part of the brain that was in charge of logic woke up abruptly, leading him to understand reality.

Only when shooting, watching the playback on the monitor, can you face the person in the picture calmly-watch another person's performance from the perspective of a bystander.It's just that this person's performance is given by himself, from the body to the small expressions, and all the expressions in the eyes.Just like the newcomers I have brought before, and taught them everything, the owner of this face is also one of them.

It was difficult for Cheng Xirong himself to connect himself with this image, but Fu Zhou accepted it without any obstacles, and smoothly developed into the current... posture.

His adaptability is too good! ?

Cheng Xirong pushed Fu Zhou's shoulder, held him in mid-air, and took a deep breath: "You..."

I didn't know how to ask, so the words circled in my mind, and I didn't follow up.So the breath dissipated, and the strength in his hand was also relieved, which became a half-pushed compromise.

Forget it, take care of him.

It doesn't matter which self he is looking at now, whether it is the old and bearded Cheng Xirong before, or the kid who is so tender that he can pinch water.After all, it's just me, and I can't get away from a second person other than my own soul.It's just a change of shell, he can admit it smoothly and accept it, isn't that a good thing?

From this moment on, I am not alone in this world.I no longer have to walk alone with that secret on my back, no longer have to worry about revealing the truth in my sleep talk at night, no need to be on guard everywhere, and hold hostility and rejection towards the whole world.Finally, there is a corner where you can completely relax, be yourself, and sleep peacefully.

In the days to come, someone will share this secret for me, he will help me carry half of it, stand by my side, and move forward with me.With the strength to face the future together, and the ties behind you, tied by a rope, you will not be defeated by the strong wind.

This is a good thing.Yes, it's a good thing...

Cheng Xirong unconsciously chanted, Fu Zhou pressed against his ear, panting and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"I--"

The words were interrupted, and those that were not spoken were swallowed back.Fu Zhou didn't want an answer at all, and he might not be sober enough to think rationally about these complicated things.He is only driven by instinct, no matter what he speaks or moves, he is spontaneous, just like talking in his sleep.

Cheng Xirong thought of another question in a daze, Fu Zhou really couldn't hold back, and wanted to vent completely.I don't know if it's to vent my unwillingness, or the depression and depression some time ago, or something else.

In short, he has no worries.Usually I am very concerned about Cheng Xirong's physical condition, and I am cautious in everything I do, and I am more nervous than Cheng Xirong himself when there is a little trouble.At this moment, I don't care about those things anymore, like a little hungry wolf, who has been hungry for too long, and now when he sees food, he just wants to pounce on it and eat his fill.

So much so that Cheng Xirong was feeling uncomfortable, and began to be a little suspicious: "This little thing, you used to pretend to coax me, right? Actually, you don't care that much. When it comes to this kind of thing, let's talk about it when you feel happy."

Fu Zhou blocked Cheng Xirong's mouth, and said again: "Don't make a sound—don't speak, shut up."

Good guy, don't even let him speak, isn't that too overbearing?

So the usual indifferent look of being indifferent to the world, as if he doesn't care about anything, has no bottom line, and others can do anything to him, and it is fake if he is not sure.It is an appearance he tried hard to maintain, used to deceive the world.In fact, there are many little monsters inside him, and when he roars, it is a movement that shakes the world.

Like now.The little monsters came out in full force, trying to stir up the earth and earth, rushing and trampling around, not even the fence was spared.

"Little bastard...turn your face—oh!"

His mouth was completely gagged, Cheng Xirong had no time to resist, and couldn't say anything else.He continued to think hard about those messy things, from the establishment of the film project to the casting, and after the director was decided, who would use the lighting and photography.After thinking about these important things, he went to think about Xing Chen's current situation, Zhou Sheng's possible route, between him and Feng Yi...

I have gone through all the major events several times, even recalling the buns for breakfast.Having nothing to think about, Cheng Xirong had no choice but to guess Su Minglin's sexual orientation.It should be straight, I don't see that he has shown any interest in men.Then he always clings to Chengzi, giving way to Chengzi everywhere, he is spoiled and spoiled by Chengzi, does he like Chengzi?

Are they suitable?Shall I give you a hand and a push?

Unexpectedly, his jaw was pinched, Cheng Xirong met Fu Zhou's eyes, and heard a hostile resentment in his ear: "Concentrate!"

His thoughts were pulled back, and his attention was diverted from those chores to a point that Cheng Xirong was very unwilling to pay attention to.He couldn't help but groaned, and a sound escaped from his throat: "It hurts..."

Fu Zhou didn't answer, just said his own: "Don't think about anything else, just look at me, you are with me."

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Then I lost consciousness.Cheng Xirong couldn't tell whether he fell asleep or just passed out, but he felt that the time was short. When he closed his eyes and opened them again, it was already dark.

Fu Zhou's bedroom did not have a bay window, but was directly connected to the balcony. A glass sliding door was added in the middle, and two layers of floor-to-ceiling curtains were hung in front.The curtains are closed, and the last impression is the one where the curtains fall on the floor, there is light coming in, blurring on the floor.

Now it is pitch black everywhere, even under the curtains.Only a light was on at the head of the bed on the other side, and the head was pressed down, and the dim light was restrained, illuminating his body aggrievedly.

Cheng Xirong wanted to touch the mobile phone under the pillow, but just moved his hand, causing pain all over his body, forcing him to stop his movements.So he kept this half-raised posture and lay stiffly on his side on the bed, very uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to move.

There is really no sense at all! ?

The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and I feel a little angry.There was a ball of cotton stuffed in his chest, and he was stuffy, but he didn't have a point to vent out—a punch was soft, and he didn't even have the strength to rebound, so it didn't hurt or itch.

It's rare for Cheng Xirong to have small emotions, which he himself can't predict, and he can't control it, and he especially wants to get angry.

Physical discomfort is becoming clearer, coming out of deep sleep, all senses are waking up.Needless to say, a certain part is very different from the previous life experience, more painful than refreshing.The fatigue after the incident was beyond his tolerance, his left shoulder was also a little numb, his left arm was heavy, and he had almost no strength to move it.

It can be said that this scene only satisfied Fu Zhou alone.Cheng Xirong was purely suffering, and was tortured miserably in the end.

This makes people very unhappy.Although Cheng Xirong is willing to be the one below, he has always believed that this kind of thing is a mutual response, and he must get satisfaction and pleasure from it.This is what comes from feelings. It is because of love that those things happen.If it is only one-sided, and only one side is satisfied, what will become of the remaining one?

tool?Still accompany?

Cheng Xirong has always been obsessed with this matter, holding on to his own theory and insisting on it.

Those who are close to him know how he gets along with Feng Yi, such as Uncle Tian and He Ruosheng, are surprised at the relative position between him and Feng Yi.

In their conception, Cheng Xirong is too strong and wants to dominate everything.On the contrary, Feng Yi has a good temper, showing a gentle and submissive temperament, and he is peaceful when he is with others, without the bullying and oppressive atmosphere of Cheng Xirong.With such an obvious aura contrast, one shouldn't guess wrong.

Many people think that Cheng Xirong is superior, like he has a position and has his own dignity, he is considered a dignified person, his temper is irritable and irritable, he can't bear to be slept by others.And Feng Yi eats Cheng Xirong's resources, how can he be courteous enough?When she got into bed, she had to take care of Cheng Xirong.

Hearing this speculation, Cheng Xirong also found it funny, nodded and said, "He's the one serving me! I'll just lie down."

Almost had wine splashed all over his face.He Ruosheng held his wine glass and laughed at him for being shameless, showing off in front of all the single men, shameless and shameless.

Cheng Xirong hugged Feng Yi's shoulders with a smile, and repeated: "That's how it is for the two of us. There is no one who gets on and who gets off, it just depends on the posture. If he is on top, I will sleep with him. If I am on top..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Yi stuffed the salted duck egg into his mouth with a chopstick, and the rest of the words were blocked back.Cheng Xirong hated eating duck eggs the most, so he spit it out in a hurry, and rinsed his mouth with beer amidst the teasing laughter of the crowd.

At that time, He Ruosheng and the others all said, "Feng Yi has a thin skin, don't drink two catties of horse urine and talk nonsense, which will embarrass others."Cheng Xirong was so dizzy that he leaned in front of Feng Yi to ask for a kiss, threatening Feng Yi "unless you are angry with me, or you can kiss them."

Suddenly thinking of these things, the ball of cotton in Cheng Xirong's heart swelled up, filling his whole body even more.Feng Yi is not thin-skinned, but he is the one who cares more about face between the two. He regards face as everything, and no one can touch it.

He also pursues the privacy of life very much, that is, to say some small things, which can be whispered by others, and he will never speak in front of others. He must drag Cheng Xirong to a place where no one is around, and only when he closes the door will he speak. .Unlike Cheng Xirong, many things are open, and friends are regarded as our own, and the distinction is not so clear.

Cheng Xirong also had a big heart, so he didn't notice many things, so he didn't think to avoid them.Men often tell nasty jokes together, who hasn't mentioned their own things in bed?Even He Ruosheng has always been shy and timid, and he also talked about his experience of going out with the beautiful female boss to find a house but failed.

Cheng Xirong was good at playing, and when he got drunk, he wanted to show off a bit, and he didn't think there was anything wrong.

But in Feng Yi's view, it was a very serious matter.

Such Feng Yi... and such himself.How did Feng Yi stay with him for so many years?Has he been patient?

Cheng Xirong only moved his neck, buried his head in the middle of the pillow, and couldn't breathe out, which made him uncomfortable.

There was no sound of opening the door, nor footsteps. Cheng Xirong didn't know that Fu Zhou had come in until the pillow was removed.He turned around abruptly, then took a breath: "Hiss—when did you come in?"

Cheng Xirong belatedly realized that after having sex with Fu Zhou, he was actually thinking about the time when he was with Feng Yi before.That seems a little... irresponsible?It seems that he is some kind of scumbag who has two feet on two boats.

Cheng Xirong was a little guilty and didn't dare to look at Fu Zhou.

I actually felt a little guilty for this, felt very sorry for Fu Zhou, and started self-criticism.I also silently swear in my heart, telling myself not to do this in the future, this is the last time.

Whoever sleeps with is to sleep with that person. The soul and body must be consistent and focused-even if there is no deep love, people are social group creatures and have responsibilities.

Cheng Xirong shrank back a little, and rubbed against another pillow, still trying to bury his head in it.As he reflected on himself, another self thought "but I didn't feel good, it's a fact", "he just used me as a tool to vent".

Then I felt that my body was uncomfortable, I was uncomfortable everywhere, and it was difficult to even turn over.When I opened my eyes, I still couldn't see anyone, leaving only a room of pitch black air, empty and frightening.

It seemed that he had been thrown here, and he was like a broken rag.

Cheng Xirong seldom has such negative inferiority complex.He has always been the one who smokes after the event, even when he is down below, he retains his aura, as if he has mastered the overall situation.Feng Yi cooperated with him at the side, taking him as an uncle, lighting a cigarette, and holding an ashtray.

Cheng Xirong thought, it's not that I'm hypocritical, I have to compare the two.But in fact, I had a very wonderful experience, but when I came to Fu Zhou, I fell into a terrible situation, feeling physically and psychologically uncomfortable.

What is this?

Cheng Xirong buried himself down again, but was grabbed by Fu Zhou and held in place.Fu Zhou's voice sounded from above: "Don't move. You have a little fever. I made porridge. Get up and take a couple of bites before taking medicine."

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Cheng Xirong was stunned, paused for a few seconds, then looked back at Fu Zhou uncertainly, his voice drifted: "You...you just went to make porridge?"

"Otherwise? Are you lying here stiffening?" Fu Zhou seemed unaware of Cheng Xirong's abnormality, and continued to speak naturally, "Don't you want to eat?"

While talking, Fu Zhou lowered his eyes and glanced over the bed sheet.It's obviously a very simple look, combined with his expressionless face, it should look a bit serious and dignified.Just such a small change, taking advantage of the stain on the bed sheet, became an ambiguous tease.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

But yes, the bed was messy, and there was still some smell in the air.The atmosphere remains the same, just like the door was locked before, it stops at the lingering moment.

After such an environment, no matter what serious words are said, they will become irrelevant.

Cheng Xirong pushed back angrily: "What are you looking at? Can't you change the sheets?"

"Wait until you wake up." Fu Zhou knelt on one knee beside the bed, leaned over, raised his hand to test the temperature on Cheng Xirong's forehead, "It's still hot, can you get up?"

What do you say...

In fact, it's not that I can't get up at all, it's just a little bit of pain. We are all men, so there is nothing we can't bear.However, my heart has not yet come to my senses. Although I was touched by the uneaten bowl of porridge, there will always be a delay in such things as emotions.Cheng Xirong wanted to commit hypocrisy, and wanted to be a demon to Fu Zhou.

He simply relaxed his body, completely turning into a boneless soft noodle, and deafly looked up at Fu Zhou diagonally: "I'm not feeling well."

Fu Zhou was not surprised, probably because he didn't expect Cheng Xirong to have a full beard and tail, just like a normal person.He moved down again, rubbed his chin left and right on Cheng Xirong's forehead, and finally touched Cheng Xirong's nose.

This action completely exceeded Cheng Xirong's expectations, and it was not within his acceptable range in the past.It's too pampering, as if he is a child who needs physical touch from his parents to comfort him - only a young child can have this kind of need, and since he can remember, he hasn't received this kind of treatment.

His parents are two popsicles, and he doesn't want to join them, because he doesn't want to make fun of himself.Afterwards, there were no very close people, and when I met Feng Yi in my twenties, it was probably him who took the lead.If there is any inequality between him and Feng Yi, it is because he is strong, Feng Yi is always passive and in a disadvantaged position.

Feng Yi is also obedient to him, everyone knows that Feng Yi wants to get used to Boss Cheng, and let Boss Cheng do whatever he wants.But this is not the same as Fu Zhou's way...it feels different.

Fu Zhou is either spoiling himself, or pampering himself, treating himself like a child, giving him all good things—even though he is old enough to call him "brother".

Cheng Xirong was completely frozen in place, staring at Fu Zhou, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Why is this person so real?How could he be so real to himself?

Fu Zhou stood up, and covered Cheng Xirong's head with another palm, with the palm sticking to the skin of his forehead, and his fingers buried in Cheng Xirong's hair.He gently rubbed Cheng Xirong's hair, regardless of Cheng Xirong's expression or reaction, and continued following the previous words: "Is the back uncomfortable? I bought medicine, and I will apply it for you later."

Hearing this young man say these words suddenly, Cheng Xirong felt ashamed and flustered again, embarrassed, and it was not easy to face it directly.He hasn't adjusted his state yet, nor is he fully mentally prepared.The exposure of his identity was completely accidental and not in his plan.After that, all the itineraries were messed up, and they were dragged here like they were in a hurry.

Before Fu Zhou finished speaking, Cheng Xirong said, "No! No, my left shoulder feels uncomfortable and numb."

Fu Zhou became nervous in an instant, and went to take out the medicine box in his pocket: "Heart is not feeling well? I melted a medicine and gave it to you before. It may be that your teeth are too tight, so you didn't drink much."

After saying this, Fu Zhou started babbling like a headless fly, "Is it particularly uncomfortable? Is your chest tight? Are you breathing? No, I'd better go to the hospital. Can you get up?"

If you are so nervous, don't act like a beast before!It's really a set of clothes on the bed, just looking at this look, I thought you were so nervous about my body!

Cheng Xirong wanted to roll his eyes, but he didn't have the energy to do such a useless thing, so he just said casually, "You've already asked me once."

Fu Zhou was taken aback.

Cheng Xirong: "I can't get up. My whole body hurts. Do you know how much you have bent me? Do you think my body is in good condition? Do you know how many times you have bit me? I can't even move now. "

Just as Fu Zhou was about to speak, Cheng Xirong stopped him again: "Okay, I don't like going to places like hospitals less. I'll take the medicine and lie down for a while, you open the window, I'm a little bored."

Fu Zhou took the medicine and delivered it to Cheng Xirong's mouth, and then fed him water, with a nervous expression, shame and anxiety hidden.It seemed that he also felt that he had gone too far, and now he began to blame himself.However, emotional matters did not affect his swiftness of movement at all.After Cheng Xirong took the medicine, he took out his home oxygen machine and spread it out for Cheng Xirong.

Cheng Xirong was lying on his side and could only face to the right, facing the glass sliding door.He couldn't see Fu Zhou's movements, and only after listening to the movement, he said, "Don't take it yet. Change the things on the bed, it's uncomfortable to lie here."

Fu Zhou didn't listen and didn't stop. He continued to tinker, and said in a muffled voice, "Slow down first. Change later."

Maybe... that's the difference.

Feng Yi will get used to himself, and afterwards he will praise himself as a county magistrate, the kind of flamboyant and domineering.If he wanted a cigarette, he lit it and handed it over. He said "I want to listen to the song". After changing the disc a few times, he couldn't do it, so he sang to himself.

Fu Zhou is not used to himself.He just pampers himself.

What's different... Cheng Xirong let Fu Zhou put the oxygen tube under his nose, and raised his hand to grab Fu Zhou's wrist.

Fu Zhou paused and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Xirong sniffed the inside of Fu Zhou's wrist, and went down a little, until he smelled Fu Zhou's fingertips.He half-closed his eyes and asked, "Have you cooked fish porridge?"

Fu Zhou responded, "Well, it's easy to digest. I'm afraid you won't have an appetite, so I added some pepper."

There is still the fishy smell of raw fish on the fingers, which have not been washed.

Cheng Xirong thought, this is also the difference.Feng Yi pursues romance in his heart, so he will really lie on the bed with him, wasting time, and when he opens his eyes, he will be the first to see him.Fu Zhou is not like this.Fu Zhou has to cook, buy medicine, and tidy up the room.

It is to cook for myself, to buy the medicine I need, to clean up the messy room that I have thrown.

Cheng Xirong pressed that hand to his cheek, pressed against Fu Zhou's skin, and said in a low voice, "If... If you feel depressed, tell me first. Don't bear it by yourself."

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Cheng Xirong talked nonsense, with no foreshadowing in the front and no explanation in the end.Just that one sentence, after finishing speaking, I stopped talking.If it weren't for the fact that the house was too quiet and there were no other noises that made his voice stand out, his sentence might have been ignored.

It's too floating.The voice is floating, with a little breath at the end, like a sigh.He suppressed himself again, only showing a little bit of emotion, and then stopped abruptly, without continuing.The state is also floating, dangling in mid-air, unable to land on the ground.

Fu Zhou was very dazed when he heard this, and he raised his hands in a daze, feeling that the person in front of him was very far away from him—the gap might be time or some kind of experience.So time and space are separated for a while, and each has its own life and origin. Starting from the point of nine borrowings, it diverges into two paths.

It's just a zigzag walk to the present, and it happens to meet at this place.But the long time ahead is two unrelated journeys, under everyone's feet.Live your own life, move forward step by step, not knowing what the other person is looking at, what kind of words he has heard, or what he has done.

After so many years, I have been a stranger for so many years.Sad time.

Fu Zhou felt a little remorse, and the entanglement was not clear, but in a small corner of his heart, there was a tiny vine scratching his chest.He couldn't help but wonder, "What does he mean by that? What happened? I don't understand, is it because I wasn't involved in his past?"

"If I'm around him all the time, if I'm in his life, can I understand what he's talking about?"

"Then why didn't I follow him all the time?"

I had a brief contact with him in Jiuzhan back then, and at such a short distance, I could step into his life and stand behind him.Why did he retreat later?Why did you retreat into your own shell at that time, just be a bystander, hiding in a dark corner and never showing your face?

Why didn't you stand up and walk in front of him?

What have you been doing all these years?

Is it because your personality is too bad?I have come to this point, every turning point in my life, all the changes that have occurred are all because of my bad personality.

Fu Zhou was a little paranoid, his fingers unconsciously tightened, his fingertips were on Cheng Xirong's cheek, and his nails sank into the skin.It is rare to have such panic, because of the timing, but also because of the uneasiness that has always remained in my heart, it condenses into an impulse in my body.

The feeling of wanting to be close to a person, I really want to, the whole person is seized by this thought, and I can't escape.

In the past, it was Fu Zhou himself who gave people a sense of distance, making people feel that he never stood in the crowd, but just floated above.He exists out of the crowd, is a lonely individual, and is very independent, and does not need other people around him at all.

He himself is used to this state of his own. Fortunately, this state of life and way of doing things will not bring him any negative impact, and there is no trouble in communicating with people, so he just left with his own mind. Deliberately made changes.

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