After confirming that Fang Ya'er was occupied by someone, the next step was to perform soul extraction.
During the day, I was under the camera lens all day, and at night the male and female dormitories were separated. The only opportunity to act was in the evening.
However, just after the recording in the afternoon, before the sun set, Fu Mingye dragged Qi Baicha away: "Take you to eat out."
Qi Baicha said, "I still have something to do—"
"Is it more important than me?" Fu Mingye looked back at him.
He looked very calm, and if Qi Baicha said something important, he would agree with understanding.
It will just be very unhappy, very unhappy.
"..." Qi Baicha said, "It's alright."
Between family and work, he chooses the former.
It doesn't matter if you strike for a day, let Mr. Fu, who has been jealous for a while today, get sullen again. This guy is so angry that he may lose sleep all night.
Fu Mingye instantly showed a happy smile: "Let's go."
…
They came to the most lively snack street in Xicheng District of S City. When I got off the bus, it was already dark, the day had just ended, and people's nightlife had just begun. The streets were bustling with people, hawkers on both sides were selling and shouting, and the food of all kinds was fragrant and full of smoke.
They have been here before. When the two first fell in love, Fu Mingye took him to eat every corner of S City, and of course the entire snack street would not be spared. But this place is far from home, there are so many things to eat in the whole city, I don't come often.
Fu Mingye was still wearing the school uniform and a black baseball cap. He was lush and wild, like a real high school student. On the contrary, Qi Baicha has a long body and a jade-like temperament, and the temperament is the gentleness precipitated by the years, and it looks quite experienced.
like a pair of brothers. Qi Baicha is the elder brother and Fu Mingye is the younger brother.
"What do you want to eat?" Fu Mingye asked.
Qi Baicha thought for a while: "That Chuanchuan last time."
The last time he came, he thought it was unsanitary. Fu Mingye bought a lot of skewers to share with him. Qi Baicha loves cleanliness, so he could not bear to hold the greasy stick in his hand, and his mouth was full of oil, so he politely declined.
Fu Mingye couldn't help but shoved a large amount of strings into his hand: "You can try it."
Qi Baicha looked at the hands that became greasy in an instant: "..." There is an urge to kill.
It was dirty and had to be washed anyway, so he frowned and took a sip.
And then—it smells good.
I still miss this taste to this day.
"Okay, just buy five strings of beef and two strings of squid. Do you want rice cakes? Add another string of rice cakes..." Fu Mingye considered Qi Baicha's body, "I don't eat many fried ones. I'll eat some other pads later. Pad your belly."
"Stop talking nonsense, go buy it." Qi Baicha gently pushed him.
He was sitting alone on a plastic stool under a huge parasol, watching Fu Mingye squeeze into the crowd to buy skewers.
Mr. Fu must be the most down-to-earth rich man in China, no one.
You can sit in a high-end restaurant in a suit and leather shoes and eat a big meal and drink red wine. You don’t need to queue up to clear the entire floor in advance. You can invite the most popular band to play the violin to add to the fun, and negotiate tens of billions of business at the table. You can also wear a vest and slippers like ordinary people, squeeze into the crowd and compete for orders, and eat tens of yuan of skewers in the open air with him, still casual and casual.
Of course, this is just a metaphor, Fu Mingye is not really wearing a vest and slippers now.
Qi Baicha took out his mobile phone and quietly took a picture of Zhang Fu Mingye's profile.
Looking at the freshly released photos, he curled his lips slightly, and swiped his fingers to flip through the past albums.
There are countless photos in Qi Baicha's album, occupying several gigabytes of memory, most of them are Fu Mingye.
He has no other hobbies. After a certain length of life, the interest in anything will fade, and now there is only one person in love.
He recorded all the precious moments with Mr. Fu and saved them as photo albums, which became the most precious and important part of his mobile phone and even his life.
They snuggled under the stars to watch the meteor shower, played tandem bungee jumping, built sandcastles to surf on the beach, kissed on top of snow-capped mountains, hugged on the seabed... They have traveled to many places in the past, and every place was extremely beautiful, leaving him with unforgettable memories. . But more, it is ordinary and warm daily life.
Mr. Fu, who was full of disbelief after frying the kitchen for the first time, Mr. Fu who was sitting on the sofa watching TV and eating snacks, and Mr. Fu who was working hard while sitting in front of the computer. …
All were recorded by him.
Qi Baicha never looked at Fu Mingye's cell phone. If he turned it over, he would know that Mr. Fu's album was full of him.
Each one is Qi Baicha, all, all are him.
Qi Baicha flipped through a few pictures, and an entertainment news suddenly popped up on the top of the phone.
The title is capitalized and bold, eye-catching - surprise! The national goddess Fang Ya'er appeared in the mansion late at night...
He never cared about these entertainment news feeds, but when he saw Fang Ya'er's name, Qi Baicha clicked on it.
The main idea of the news is that Fang Ya'er was photographed going in and out of the mansion late at night. It was suspected that she was caught by unspoken rules, and two photos were attached. One is the back of a woman in a red dress in a hurry. She can only see that the time is late at night, and the sky is pitch black. She didn't realize that someone was taking pictures behind her and was walking towards a luxurious villa with lights on.
Another photo shows a clear face, and it is confirmed that it is Fang Ya'er. She is wearing the same skirt, the same pair of high-heeled shoes, and the same jewelry. These stars rarely make the same outfit appear a second time. Keep it bright and radiant every day.
Qi Baicha noticed that the background of the second photo was near his home.
According to the news that this photo was taken, it happened to be the night that Mr. Fu went out to buy him dinner.
But Mr. Fu didn't mention this to him, and he didn't meet Fang Ya'er.
He saved two pictures.
The soul in Fang Ya'er's body does not belong to any demon, or he will not be able to see it. Ordinary souls are unable to take away the body of another person, and there must be other things behind that person to help.
It is necessary to investigate the recent whereabouts of "Fang Ya'er".
His photo album is so precious, it is the two-person world of him and Mr. Fu, and suddenly an outsider is occupied by an outsider to occupy the memory, and Qi Baicha is also a little reluctant.
Delete it when it's over.
Fu Mingye came over with a bunch of fragrant skewers and two cans of soda.
Qi Baicha immediately put down the phone.
Fu Mingye opened both cans of soda with one hand, put one bottle in front of Qi Baicha, and took a sip of the other bottle by himself.
He tilted his neck to pour, and his movements were informal, making the Adam's apple on his neck extraordinarily sexy.
"Eat it while it's hot." Fu Mingye gave him a few strings.
Qi Baicha held it down with his hand and took a gentle bite.
"You don't taste good like this." Fu Mingye said, "This beef is so small, you should take one bite. Well, like me." He bit down two strings of beef in one bite, and the bamboo skewers were instantly clean.
Lips were also stained with oil.
Qi Baicha's cleanliness attacked immediately, and he pulled out a tissue for him: "Hurry up and wipe it."
"I haven't finished eating here yet, I'll do it later..." Before Fu Mingye finished speaking, Qi Baicha directly reached out to help him wipe his mouth clean.
"Go rinse your mouth later, don't kiss me until you wash it." Qi Baicha threw the tissue into the trash can.
Fu Mingye: "...Okay." My wife loves cleanliness too much and I'm a rough man.
The two sat here and slowly finished eating—or Fu Mingye waited for Qi Baicha to finish eating slowly.
Qi Baicha is too slow to eat. Fu Mingye had all finished his share, and the soda was empty. Qi Baicha had just finished the first batch slowly...
Fu Mingye said, "Mr. Qi, let me tell you a story."
"speak."
"Once upon a time, there was a small turtle and a small snail. The turtle was called Bai Cha and the snail was called Black Tea. Which one do you think is slower to eat, the turtle or the snail?"
Qi Baicha looked at him: "You are connoting me, I can hear it."
No matter which one is Chacha, this person named Fu is burying him.
"It's obvious that you eat too fast." Qi Baicha said, "Don't you want to wait?"
Fu Mingye stared at him with his chin up, indulgent and helpless: "I'll wait."
Only then did Qi Baicha continue to eat, but this time he moved a little faster.
Fu Mingye took out his mobile phone to take a picture of him, sent it to a circle of friends, with the text "My little turtle", then set it to "Only Chacha is visible", and clicked to publish.
The young man in the photo has a soft face under the warm light. He was born cold and elegant, but his behavior of sitting at a roadside stall and making skewers was extremely down-to-earth. This contrast fell in Fu Mingye's eyes and formed a capitalized "cute".
Qi Baicha glanced at his behavior, and immediately picked up the phone, opened the circle of friends, and saw the one posted by Fu Mingye.
My little turtle.
little turtle…
You are a little turtle, your whole family is a turtle!
No, it seems to have scolded him himself...
Boring, childish, elementary school behavior.
Qi Baicha's eating speed is slow, but his typing speed is very fast. Jiugongge posted a circle of friends, set it to "visible only by Mr.", and released it decisively.
Fu Mingye opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows.
The photo of Qi Baicha's hair was just taken. He was wearing a high school uniform, huddled in front of the booth, his profile was young and good-looking in the light and shadow, like a student who came home from school to buy snacks.
The text is the same six words.
-My primary school student.
Fu Mingye replied: Your elementary school students are so handsome.
… shameless.
Qi Baicha glared at the man opposite, then lowered his head and continued to send messages.
Qi Baicha: Unfortunately, I have a mouth.
The net will talk nonsense.
Fu Mingye replied in seconds: How can you kiss the little turtle without a long mouth? My little tortoise is shy, and when he says he wants to kiss it, it retracts into its shell.
"...Mr. Fu." Qi Baicha put the black screen of the mobile phone upside down on the table, expressionless, "There is no need for us to communicate on the mobile phone face to face."
Fu Mingye also put down his cell phone and laughed so hard that he almost passed out.
For a moment, Qi Baicha wanted to pick up his mobile phone and smash it with a brick.
"I just said that the little turtle is shy." Fu Mingye came back after a while, still laughing, "This is retracted into the shell? Mr. Qi is so cooperative with me."
Qi Baicha stared at him coldly: "You are shy in your dreams."
"But you dare not kiss me."
"You didn't rinse your mouth."
"You are an excuse."
Qi Baicha suddenly got up, grabbed Fu Mingye's arm, and pulled it to a dark and uninhabited corner.
Looking at that posture, Fu Mingye felt that he was going to be beaten.
He said, "You smack a little... hiss."
Qi Baicha pressed him against the wall and kissed him.
The greasy taste in the mouth has not gone away, with a little barbecue smell, and the smell of lemonade.
Breathe quietly.
All sounds are silent, only the heart is like a drum.
For a long time, Fu Mingye said.
"Chacha, aren't you a clean freak?"
"… "
"Don't you dislike it?"
"… "
"Or is it a lie to love cleanliness?" Fu Mingye asked with a smile.
"No." Qi Baicha quickly turned his head and walked back to his seat, the heat was blowing in his face, he fell into the hustle and bustle outside again, and broke free from the silence just now.
The frantic heartbeat gradually calmed down. He narrowed his eyes.
Love clean is not false, love you more true.