Marriage by agreement, focus on participation

Unlike the usual calm tone when talking to others in the company, every time Qi Ye talked to Fu Wan, his tone was casual.

He was dressed in the dignified attire he wore at work, but he sat with Fu Wan in the unfurnished studio without paying any attention, just like the two of them used to sit on the steps of the school stairs.

The smell of orange blossom in the men's fragrance dilutes the dusty smell in the house.

"You got off work so early today, let's go to the coffee shop downstairs and have a look." Fu Wan said.

Qi Ye raised his eyelids, and asked indifferently, "I'm afraid I'll inhale you a few more mouthfuls of formaldehyde here?"

"I use environmentally friendly materials, where did the formaldehyde come from?" Fu Wan said, "I just can't bear the sight of our Prince Xinyu being wronged with me."

The corners of Qi Ye's mouth curled up, and a smile came into his eyes.

It wasn't the illustrations that Fu Wan was a little confused this time.

Because he has problems with illustrations, Mrs. Miller may label him as an illustration.

What he couldn't figure out was a game script.

This script corresponds to an illustration invited by Mi Lier, an artist in their group, and there was a bit of controversy when the plot was reviewed by the group.

"Brother, this paragraph, can't these two just say they like it?" Fu Wan used a pen to underline a passage in the script, "Why are they talking about things that have nothing to do with the confession?"

Qi Ye took the printout and looked over the few lines he specially marked out.

"Because...the target of your story is secret love. Look at the front, in order to give B his favorite snack, A bought everyone a copy. When passing by B, he said a word of blessing." Qi Ye Said, "Not all likes can be expressed directly, some are hidden and ubiquitous."

"Why?" Fu Wan asked, "If you don't say it out, will you keep your hypocrisy and move yourself?"

"..." Damn it, Wang Bagui's grandson, just kill him.

Qi Ye rubbed his forehead, trying to explain to him in human words.

"Because people's hearts can't be seen, you can never know what the other person is thinking in time." Qi Ye pointed to the character on the script and said, "He may be worried that if the other party doesn't like him, after he says it, they won't be able to tell you what's going on." The current state cannot be maintained, or the opportunity to be friends is completely lost."

Qi Ye: "If you like someone, the probability that the other person also happens to like you is very low."

"Oh..." It was the first time Fu Wan heard this kind of statement, and it was very novel.

But he didn't deny it this time.

When he was very young, he read fairy tales, the prince and the princess said I love you, so he took the book and asked his mother what love is.

Fan Ruoxue, a genius in the Department of Finance, thought for a while, and took him to see the stock market data.

"Baby, Wanwan." Fan Ruoxue spread her right hand and stretched out her arm, her voice was heroic, "Look at the money, when you can make a lot of money, you will find that everyone in the world loves you."

"..." Fu Wan, who was only 6 years old, was confused and vowed never to ask his mother any questions again.

If he hadn't encountered some difficulties in making games, he wouldn't have delved into these things.

But Qi Ye knows a lot.

Where did Qi Ye's experiences come from?

Who did Qi Ye come into contact with before he knew it?

Thinking of this, he was a little distracted, and he didn't read the script. The small silver spoon in his hand was clinking against the coffee cup.

Qi Ye's heart seemed to be covered with a thick layer of mist. He was trying to clear the clouds and see the sun, and tried to let the person opposite him see his thoughts, but he found that Fu Wan didn't seem to be listening.

That's right, it's hard for him, Fu Wan's barbecued pork head probably can't digest so much at one time.

Short circuit is not good.

"Fu Wanwan, why are you here?" A voice came from behind the two of them.

A girl in a short skirt with cat ear headphones on her head walked all the way: "Who is this?"

Mi Lier is a student at the Academy of Fine Arts next door to University C.

"It's me..." Fu Wan's words came to his lips, and the scene in the cloakroom suddenly appeared in front of him, his head and face felt a little hot at the same time, so he hurriedly changed his words, "Brother, it's my brother. "

The old brother's complexion had just cleared up, and then there was another thunderbolt from the blue sky.

"Fu Wan, your brother is so handsome." Mi Lier said.

"That's for sure." Fu Wan said, "I saved the scene data in the computer, you can take it with you. My brother came to see me, so I left early."

"OK, you guys have fun." Mi Lier waved her hand, "You are such a good person, An Xia, a non-professional Dogecoin, picked a lot of problems with my paintings, you are a professional who has learned painting , actually gave me a direct pass."

Fu Wan laughed twice, said goodbye to her, and went home in Qi Ye's car.

In the half-finished studio, An Xia leaned against the corner to let herself go, holding a banana in her hand, like a monkey in a zoo thinking about life.

"What are you doing?" Mi Lier asked, "I was downstairs just now and saw Fu Wan and his brother, his brother is so handsome, the hero of the novel has face in an instant."

Mi Li'er: "Fu Wan is also good-looking, and the two of them standing together are quite attractive."

An Xia raised his eyes wearily.

Come on, people have already digested it internally.

"Fu Wan, ran away?" An Xia asked.

"Run away, ran away with his brother." Mi Lier said, "At first I wanted to see his brother more, it's good for my eyes, I feel good after seeing it."

"Run away, let's run away, I think his heart is about to fly." An Xia said, "His brother is a major in digital media art in our school, and you will see him again when you have a chance."

As graduation approached, Fu Wan had been enriching the game design in the past few days, and at the same time wrote his graduation presentation.

A notice was sent out in the professional group, asking him to go to school next week to complete the collection of graduation photos.

Fu Wan thought, for such an important photo, he had to take a better one, and during this period of time he couldn't eat randomly to prevent allergies.

"Brother." Fu Wan turned on the computer to choose furniture, "What do you think of this bed?"

Qi Ye passing by glanced at his computer screen, and asked lightly: "Is the bed at home uncomfortable?"

"What!" Fu Wan said, "I told you before, I want to move upstairs to the studio for a few days, the kind of bachelor's apartment!"

"I remember." Qi Ye said, "Go and write your thesis, I'll help you choose one."

"Okok, bro, you know me so well, I can rest assured that you buy it." Fu Wan habitually wanted to hug Qi Ye, but just as she stepped out, she patted Qi Ye on the shoulder instead.

Qi Ye took his computer, and saw a certain big brand's custom-made furniture with a price tag of several million on the screen at a glance.

The following introduction is still: xx master's high-end classic customization, comfortable and warm, home experience.

home experience.

It's so comfortable, what should I do if I don't want to go home?

Qi Ye closed the page silently, and after thinking for a while, opened another one.

"Wanwan, don't you want to experience the life of a social animal?" Qi Ye said, "I'll give you a different style suitable for working, is that okay?"

"Okay brother, I don't worry if you do it." Fu Wan said.

He finished writing the acknowledgments for the thesis, poured himself a Coke, and walked over to see his brother's progress.

Qi Ye was no longer looking at the customized interface, but opened the backstage of the company and was looking at the anonymous mailbox.

It appears to be sold out.

Both of them have learned to paint, and they are more or less aesthetic.

In terms of home decoration, Fu Wan believed in his brother's level.

So he didn't ask, waiting for the second floor of his studio to become a cozy second nest.

"What are you peeking at?" Qi Ye suddenly reached out and pulled him to his side.

Qi Ye sat on the stool as he used to do before, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Fu Wan was a little uncomfortable. For the first time, he felt that his brother's strength was not too strong, and the thin skin around his waist was getting hot from being strangled.

"No hugs." Fu Wan said, "The weather is hot."

"You are allowed to hug me, are you not allowed to hug you?" Qi Ye didn't let go, "Do you have a conscience, Fu Zaozao?"

Fu Zaozao had no conscience and ruthlessly pushed his hand away.

Qi Ye was stunned.

Didn't you say that you would be his wife before, and you like to throw yourself into your arms? Why don't you even want to post it now?

Is he a sweet potato, is it so hot?

"The first floor of the studio is almost cleaned up." Fu Wan said, "Brother, I want to go and have a look next Monday. They invited me to play script killing all night. I plan to play and sleep at the same time."

He was afraid that Qi Ye would care, so he would say anything in advance.

"Understood, you go, you don't need to report to me." Qi Ye said generously.

Fu Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know why, but lately he seems to be unconsciously caring about Qi Ye's emotions and caring about Qi Ye's feelings.

Although he could take care of it before, he was not so careful.

It seems that it was Qi Ye's repeated reminders that a little bit of oil and salt entered his heart.

He was chatting with An Xia and the others about what fun they could have next week when the phone rang suddenly.

It is the candidate group of Tianla, a game company under Xinyu Group.

[Xinyu-Su En]: I will provide you with a training benefit. Starting from this Sunday, you can enter the Xinyu Game Training Camp. Our cutting-edge game design workers will help you. At the same time, we will also count in the learning process. final score.

[Participation-Xie Hui]: Received, hug fists.jpg

[Participation-Pay Wan]: Received, straight man Huang Douxiao.jpg

There is no way, Xinyu's training plan is too sudden, Fu Wan's all-night entertainment plan for next week has to be cancelled.

[An Xia]: What a coincidence...

[Fu Erdai]: It doesn't matter. If it comes, you can settle down. This is also very good.

[An Xia]: You are in a good mood.soybeans sweating.jpg

Fu Wan has always accepted these emergencies well, so she didn't pay much attention to them.

Three days later, An Xia sent a message to Fu Wan.

[An Xia]: Second generation, your upstairs has been renovated, and a lot of people have moved in...

[Fu Erdai]: What the hell?So fast?

Is the efficiency of high-end furniture so high now?

Or, is his brother too efficient?

[Fu Erdai]: I'll come over to have a look and try it out.Straight man with sunglasses baring his teeth.jpg

Qi Ye went on a business trip to Nancheng for the past two days, and Fu Wan drove to their studio by himself.

The small apartment is about 80 square meters, with a ceiling height of 4 meters. It is made into two floors.

He walked upstairs, opened the room with a smile, and saw... the iron canopy bed.

The quilt is a small green square, and there is a plastic shoe rack next to it, with two copper basins hanging on it, and the window is installed for him to prevent theft, but it is installed inward.

Well... what a small bedroom in the style of tears behind bars.

Damn, he can't boast.

This fucking is not suitable for labor, this is suitable for reform through labor.