Lovers torture themselves every day

Ji Yan noticed something was wrong with Fu Siyuan recently.

Of course, it's normal for Fu Siyuan, a silly sand sculpture, to have a lot of wrong things here, after all, his brain isn't very good.

But sometimes this kind of wrongness creates some small troubles in life.

Just like now-

Ji Yan looked at the man standing in front of the full-length mirror, looking back and forth from various angles, and the messy piles of clothes on the shelves in the cloakroom, and his brows began to twitch again.

Fu Siyuan has been standing in front of the mirror for almost half an hour!

God knows why is it so hard for the other party to choose a suit?A shirt, jacket and trousers turned up the entire cloakroom.

Ever since he took Fu Siyuan to his company last time, something was wrong with this guy when he came back, and he began to pay more attention to his appearance. In fact, there is nothing wrong with it. The problem is that Fu Siyuan attaches great importance to the two of them going out together. Some aspects have reached the point of nitpicking.

Ji Yan leaned against the wall with his arms folded, and asked with a smile, "How long will you have?"

Fu Siyuan paused for a moment. He carefully observed the Taoist companion's expression, and felt that he was still as good-looking as before, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Fu Siyuan picked up a black coat, and another light black one: "Which one do you think my parents look good on?"

Today is Ji's mother's birthday, and it is also the first time for Fu Siyuan to meet Ji Yan's parents after his identity became clear. To round it up, it is the first time a newcomer meets his elders. Fu Siyuan worked hard to make a good impression.

Just the outfit alone is enough to make him think hard.

Ji Yan glanced at the two coats, and then said sincerely: "Honey, you can wear whichever one you want." Hurry up and choose one, since they have been married for two years and their parents have seen countless times.

There was a smile on the corner of his lips, and his eyes were on Fu Siyuan. His black and white eyes looked at people affectionately for no reason.

Fu Siyuan was very happy to be praised, so he chose a black one to wear on his body, stood with Ji Yan and looked at the two in the mirror, and continued: "We seem to be a perfect match."

Look, look, Duo Deng is right, he is not old-fashioned at all.

Ji Yan said perfunctorily: "Well, we are a natural couple."

Fu Siyuan took Ji Yan's hand again, clasping his fingers together. '

Ji Yan let him lead him, his palms were warm and dry, and he told Fu Siyuan: "My parents don't know about your loss. Cough, don't talk about your loss today."

Fu Siyuan frowned subconsciously: "But then your parents will still treat me as the original person."

How much he hopes to stand in front of Ji's father and Ji's mother and tell his identity openly.

Then let everyone know that he and Ji Yan are a couple.

Ji Yan thought for a while, he thought about telling his family about Fu Siyuan, but he was afraid that his parents would worry, so he kept it a secret.

Ji Yan squeezed Fu Siyuan's hand lightly, his little finger slid gently on the other's palm, and looked at Fu Siyuan with a smile: "I didn't tell my parents, I have wronged you today."

Fu Siyuan only felt that the palm of his hand was itchy when his Taoist companion scratched it, and seeing Ji Yan's beautiful eyes staring at him all the time, his black eyes seemed to contain a shattered moonlight, he smiled at the corner of his lips looking at him.

Fu Siyuan lost everything in his mind at the moment, and said in a daze, "It's okay." He even boasted in a dazed state: "No, it's just imitating the original body, so parents don't need to see it. It's very simple, don't worry."

Ji Yan spoke quickly, looking at Fu Siyuan with sparkling eyes: "You are so kind."

After finishing the words, he took out his hand and walked directly to the door, his back was ruthless and ruthless.

Fu Siyuan: .

He looked at the back of the Taoist companion who had disappeared, and blinked his eyes slowly.

It's like... there's something wrong.

The two drove to Ji's parents' house together.

After arriving home, Ji's father and Ji's mother picked them up at the door. Ji's mother's birthday is this year, and she is wearing a red dress. She has good skin and a very temperament. At first glance, she is the kind of lady who lives a good life. This temperament is not only It is financial resources, and it is a kind of charm that can only be cultivated by a happy life.

At this time, Ji's mother saw the two of them and greeted them happily.

A group of people entered the house lively, Fu Siyuan took out the presents from the car, and the living room was full.

Ji's mother said to Ji Yan: "You come as soon as you come, why do you bring so many things for mom and dad?"

Ji Yan said: "Fu Siyuan prepared this, I can't stop it."

Fu Siyuan was thinking about this meeting, prepared gifts for several days, and picked and picked them, it was exhausting.

He had tactfully advised not to bring so much, but Fu Siyuan said righteously: This is the first time Fu Qingqing has formally met his parents, how can he be casual.

He also said that his parents liked the original body so much that he had to work hard, but he couldn't stop it.

Mother Ji nodded knowingly.

Fu Siyuan brought tea to Ji's father, and was making tea in a showy posture.

His movements are like running water, the tea brewed in the purple sand pot is fragrant, and the tea soup in the green glazed tea bowl is clear, only the fragrance of tea leaves overflows.

Fu Siyuan handed it over with both hands: "Father, please try the tea I made."

Father Ji took a sip after taking it, and immediately praised it without hesitation, saying that Fu Siyuan's tea was brewed well.

Fu Siyuan was so proud that his tail was going up, and he pretended to be calm, but secretly winked at Ji Yan when no one was watching.

I was praised by your father~

Ji Yan understood the message in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up.

Fu Siyuan.

Several people sat together, and after talking for a while, Ji Yan said: "Mom, are the things in my room still there?"

Ji's mother took a look at her son: "Of course, my mother won't touch those things of yours. As long as you haven't thrown them away since you were a child, they will be there."

Ji Yan took a sip of water and lowered his eyes.

He had the habit of keeping a diary when he was in school, and he wrote more in high school. If he met some people or things one day, he would probably write them down in a few words in the diary.

He wanted to look through it, wondering if he could find information about Fu Siyuan.

Thinking that he had met Fu Siyuan one day in the past, Ji Yan felt very curious.

He said hello and went to his room, looking for the old diary.

There is a special cabinet in his room for storing diaries, and he doesn't know how long he has written in a thick stack.

Ji Yan thought about it for a while. According to the information he has now, Fu Siyuan met him in high school. After contacting the earring, Ji Yan touched his left earlobe. Hole, the second year of high school has grown up, that is, during these two years, he should have met Fu Siyuan.

Ji Yan picked out a high school diary and flipped through it.

It is written in the entry. Well, the handwriting is quite scribbled.

Ji Yan looked back and found that all the trifles were either complaining about hard work at school, complaining about forcing friends, or looking forward to Hongtu, hoping that the band will become popular in China in the future.

He even practiced his signature many times.

Oh, by the way, that band disbanded in the second year of high school because the lead singer was going to take the college entrance examination, and his father wouldn't let him sing.

Mr. Ji shook his head, sighed twice and continued to turn backwards.

Finally, after looking through all the trifles, Ji Yan finally found a diary somewhere.

【Qing Today, someone heard from the beginning to the end. We finally have an audience. 】

Later, I added a lot of imagining the future, such as autographing if I became popular, and I also said that when I received the award, I had to give an acceptance speech to mention the audience.

Old Ji Yan blushed, and realized that he was able to open a dyeing workshop when he was really a three-point color.

He touched the indented font with his fingers, and closed his eyes to recall.

The memory stored in the human brain is far more than imagined, but at certain moments it will seal up the memory and store it in a corner, and it will reappear when it encounters a 'key', just like writing a book one day. I kept a diary, usually I have long forgotten what happened that day, but when I opened the diary again, I was able to recall the events of that day.

One drop of water slowly stopped, and then retreated at a certain moment, and each drop of water hides a trifle.

It was a sunny day, and a group of people went to the square to play.

There are very few people, and even fewer can listen to their singing. Most of them stop for two or three times, and then walk away without interest.

But one of the teenagers was standing in front of them, and he stood there and listened from the first song to the last one.

After the end, he walked up to Ji Yan and smiled, and said shyly, "You play really well."

He didn't say how the band was, but only praised one person.

The fog in the memory of time was wiped away, and a face was gradually revealed, with sharp edges and corners and not good at words, just the familiar look.

Ji Yan covered his eyes with the back of his hand and laughed a few times.

He remembered.

The only audience in that square was Fu Siyuan.

They were all young, and they had already met each other on a clear afternoon.

The door was knocked suddenly, Ji Yan looked at the door: "Come in."

The person who came was tall, wearing a pair of slippers, and holding a plate of fruit in his hand. It was Fu Siyuan.

Ji Yan propped his forehead, smiled at Fu Siyuan in a good mood, and hooked his hands again: "Fu Qingqing, come here."

Fu Siyuan looked at Ji Yan.

His Taoist couple is just passionate and loves him, calling Qingqing love him every day, it's just hard to get over the hospitality~

Fu Siyuan hurriedly went in front of Ji Yan.

Ji Yan held Fu Siyuan's face with both hands, stood up and kissed that face, then put his chin on Fu Siyuan's shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Fu Qingqing, I like you so much."

Fu Siyuan was stunned.

He pursed his lips, and clumsily hugged him tightly. He moved his lips and thought about a lot of words, but finally he just said dumbly: "Ji Yan, I like you too."

#Fu Erfang has no culture, but Fu Erfang loves you#

Ji Yan patted Fu Siyuan's shoulder, and said: "I hope to know you earlier, so that we can spend more time together."

Mr. Ji talked about love in a set way, and his voice echoed in his ears accompanied by a scorching breath that could sway into people's hearts.

This appearance made the ignorant Fu Erfang so excited that he wished he could go to bed right away.

The two kissed stickyly for a while, and they didn't separate until their parents called for dinner.

Today is Ji's mother's birthday, and there is a big cake on the table. After Ji's mother made a wish, the family blows out the candles and divides the cake.

The atmosphere is very good now, and the four of them drank some wine. This time, when the wine was warming up and people were slightly drunk, Ji's mother smiled and said: "Xiao Fu, I heard that you and Ji Yan have newly raised two cats, are you good? "

Ji's mother likes small animals, but Ji's father and Ji are away all the year round, worrying about taking care of them, so they can only watch others raise them.

Once Fu Siyuan's old father's mentality broke down, he started to show off: "Mom, those two cats are so good."

"They are very sensible with me, and the ones left by that big house—oh!"

Ji Yan stomped hard under the table, and Fu Siyuan immediately fell silent.

Ji's mother asked curiously: "And what?"

Fu Siyuan wanted to show off his kitty, but conditions did not allow it, so he looked at Ji Yan and whispered: "It's different from Samoyed, it doesn't need to be walked, and it's very easy to raise."

Ji Yan looked away.

Well, satisfied.

Fu Siyuan was persuasive in his heart: Just now he hugged him and said he liked him, but now he won't let him.

man, huh!

I knew it was going to be a place just now.

Love is unreliable and unreliable.