This day was perfect. Ruan Cunyun was lying on the bed, his heart still warm and swollen.
Tossing and turning, eager to share, Ruan Cunyun took out his mobile phone from under the pillow, opened Moments, and entered text.
[I am extremely lucky today, because my boss kindly gave us a day off to see the red moon, so I can live next to my painter wife [Thanksgiving jpg]]
Ruan Cunyun will set strict browsing permissions every time he posts to Moments.
Qin Fanglu had added him as a friend a few days ago, but he seemed to have not assigned Mr. Qin to a group yet.
Ruan Cunyun saved the draft and exited, adding a "company" tag to Qin Fanglu. Only then did he notice that Mr. Qin's avatar was actually three cat heads stacked on top of each other.
An orange cat, a black cat, and a milk cat that looks like a pirate with an eye patch. The three furry heads are lazily stacked on top of each other, and their faces are full of disdain for the photographer.
Ruan Cunyun couldn't help but smile. Is Mr. Qin so cute behind his back? Is this an internet picture or a cat he raised
After a moment of confusion, Ruan Cunyun returned to the Moments editing area, decisively blocked "family" and "company" before pressing send with peace of mind.
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Qin Fanglu's circle of friends was empty. Not only did he not post it himself, he didn't even click on the icon in the circle of friends a few times.
There was a boy sitting next to Ruan Cunyun, and he put his arm around his shoulder carelessly, as if they had a good relationship with him. Qin Fanglu felt as if he had been bitten by an insect, and a sourness from nowhere spread.
One of the documents was his heart rate data in the past two weeks. Each peak was circled in red pen, and next to it was written in small words the reason for the accelerated heart rate.
Renting a house by yourself is the first step for many college students to enter the society. It is inevitable that they will have the anxiety and financial pressure of being away from their families, but Ruan Cunyun seems to be very happy to move out. Doesn't he have a good relationship with his family
Previous heart rate acceleration records from smart watches:
Sitting with Ruan Cunyun on the cable car; Ruan Cunyun wearing my clothes after falling into the water; Ruan Cunyun bringing me milk and fruits; Ruan Cunyun breaking into my house with wet hair (Note: I have symptoms of pulsation here) .
Peak heart rate 1: There are flying insects in the house
Heart rate peak 2: The employee said good morning to me (note: the employee is Ruan Cunyun)
Heart rate peak 3: The cat spilled the water onto the power strip, and the stupid pig almost got an electric shock
Heart rate peak 4: The employee sat on my right with lunch (note: the employee is Ruan Cunyun)
However, since he added Ruan Cunyun as a friend a few days ago, he regularly checks his circle of friends before going to bed every day.
His circle of friends is as clean as his avatar, with permissions that have been visible for half a year. There are only three in total, and Qin Fanglu can find them all in one glance.
Qin Fanglu circled the name lightly and drew a simple cloud next to it.
Qin Fanglu clicked on the picture. There were several large moving boxes piled in the empty room. Judging from the time, Ruan Cunyun should have sent them after he graduated from university and before going to work.
Qin Fanglu enlarged the picture and accurately found Ruan Cunyun from the row of backs of his head. He was as well-behaved as ever, with neatly trimmed hair and a section of his neck that was whiter than others, making him easy to recognize.
The most recent one was three months ago, with the text: [Finally moved out on my own! [yeah]]
The rigorous record is like an investigative report, except that the entire page is filled with one name.
Ruan Cunyun must really love the moon, so he watched it for a long time tonight. Qin Fanglu thought this and refreshed Ruan Cunyun's circle of friends, but didn't see any new content.
The second photo is a graduation photo. College students wearing graduation robes are sitting on the river embankment with their backs to the camera, and the sun is shining on them.
Heart rate peak 5: Ruan Cunyun asked me to order takeout on his mobile phone
Peak heart rate 6: Ruan Cunyun drank the milk tea I bought for him and he was smiling
Heart rate peak 7: Watching the red moon with Ruan Cunyun
Qin Fanglu sat through the pain and saw Ruan Cunyun's last visible friend circle. He had shared a song "Fly me to the moon" five months ago without any accompanying text.
Ruan Cunyun's avatar is a simple drawing of a cloud, with blue clouds on a white background, clean and simple.
With his bare feet on the floor and his loose trousers covering his insteps, Qin Fanglu was almost anxious. He took a long step and laid out all the clues he had collected recently on the table.
Putting his cell phone on the desk, Qin Fanglu stared at the two cats fighting each other in the living room and began to think about a profound question. Why did he carefully browse through Ruan Cunyun's circle of friends from beginning to end
Qin Fanglu has many questions recently, about his physical condition, about his heart and organs, and about the fact that he always subconsciously looks for Ruan Cunyun.
The computer was on, and there were several scientific papers on it, both in Chinese and English.
Each article has been annotated in detail, and several passages have been highlighted with fluorescent lights.
"When you are attracted to someone, your body releases norepinephrine, which causes your heart to beat faster..."
"Love will cause physiological changes." "To sum up, the heart rates of two people who have a good impression of each other will gradually synchronize..."
The last clue lies on the table, which is a piece of drawing paper.
It was the pencil draft of the picture he sent out tonight. The long-haired boy was tied up with ropes all over his body and was kneeling in front of the temple. The figure was similar to the girl in white he saw in Maple Valley that day.
However, unlike the version posted on Weibo, the boy in the draft was not blindfolded by black satin. Instead, a pair of open, moist eyes were drawn on the draft paper.
Ruan Cunyun's eyes.
After Qin Fanglu drew this draft, he was shocked to realize that he had transferred the face of his subordinate onto the strange figure he saw by chance, forming part of his private fantasy.
He couldn't explain the reason. The painting hand didn't seem to belong to him, and Ruan Cunyun's cold and lively eyebrows automatically fell.
Offensive, disrespectful, and immoral, this is Qin Fanglu's evaluation of his behavior.
So Qin Fanglu covered the eyes of the man in the painting with a layer of cloth so that no one could recognize his face. Qin Fanglu deceived himself into thinking that he had no wrong thoughts.
However, at this time, combined with other clues, all clues point to the only possibility -
He developed a liking for a living person in the third dimension, and that person was Ruan Cunyun.
Qin Fanglu was teetering on the edge of this knowledge. Twenty-six years of paper sex life made him still skeptical about this conclusion.
Theoretical research is not enough, so he plans to conduct a comparative experiment.
Qin Fanglu dug out the hodgepodge of CDs that Cheng Kai had given him many years ago from the depths of the cabinet. He turned on the projector and lay down on the bed. He placed a pack of wet wipes on the bedside. This was preparation for the experimental environment.
Calmly pressing the play button, the girl in uniform got soaked by the rain and went to a handsome uncle's house to take shelter. The two chatted in Japanese and rolled into bed inexplicably. Qin Fanglu not only didn't respond, but even thought a little. Laughing, so I changed the disc.
This time it was two European and American boys with blond hair and blue eyes, smooth muscles and high-pitched voices. Qin Fanglu had no fluctuation in his heart.
I don't know what happened, but the three cats outside the living room began to meow. Qin Fanglu got out of bed and fed the cats once, and then came back and changed another plate.
This one is quite fancy. The black-haired boy is tied to a chair. The wall is covered with a variety of utensils. Several people in leather clothes take them down and take turns serving the boy. Qin Fanglu frowned when he saw it. Is this safe? Is this clean? Is this going too far? The operation here is not standardized and the intensity is not well controlled.
After changing a stack of discs, none of the tissues on the bedside was moved, and I even felt a little sleepy.
Qin Fanglu sighed and threw the disc back into the cabinet, feeling infinite pity for Cheng Kai.
Is this what Cheng Kai calls "spiritual food"? This kid Cheng Kai is so pitiful. What kind of mental waste oil did he rely on to survive in college
At the end of the first part of the experiment, Qin Fanglu concluded that he still had no feelings for real people.
The control group experiment did not require complicated preparations. Qin Fanglu simply lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
Qin Fanglu told himself in his mind, think about that person, secretly, reverently, without any offense or disrespect, and started to think about him gently starting from his name.
Ruan Cun…
cloud.
As soon as the word "Yun" fell, many memories about this child flew up like snowflakes.
It was the first time I saw him wearing a suit, his serious attitude towards work, his figure playing ball in the sun, his slightly bulging cheeks when drinking milk tea, his bravery to prevent colleagues from falling into the water at all costs, the green aura lingering on his body when he was covered in water vapor... They had just met each other not long ago, but Qin Fanglu had already collected so many memory fragments about Ruan Cunyun, which could easily come to mind when he closed his eyes, enough to miss him for a long, long time.
Also, there are those round, moist eyes, with long eyelashes that press down when you smile. I wonder what it would look like if you were bullied to the point of crying—
Qin Fanglu suddenly let out a muffled groan and let go in a hurry, his breathing and heartbeat becoming a mess.
Looking up and falling into the pillow to calm down his breathing, Qin Fanglu's mind was at a loss, with only one thought left -
The wet wipes were useless now and he had to change the entire sheet.
(End of chapter)