【VII】
In August, Fu Tingxin's injuries were in good condition, and he was about to grow mushrooms in his leisure time at home. Sun Luo saw that he was really bored and couldn't remember anything. He was afraid that he would get sick from boredom. It just so happened that the group was going to hold a charity dinner on the Red Square at the end of the month. This year, the chairman of the board was abroad and entrusted him to attend instead. Sun Luo thought that Fu Tingxin was also free when he was idle Then, he dressed him up and led people to the banquet to join in the fun.
Fu Tingxin was born in the military, even if he lost his memory, the habit he developed in the army for many years has not changed. After wearing a high-definition suit, he is more imposing and more like a boss than Sun Luo. When the two entered the venue side by side, they attracted a lot of attention. After they passed by, the guests gathered together in twos and threes, and they all guessed the identity of this person in private.
In addition to being one of the directors of Taihe Group, Sun Luo also has the huge Sun family standing behind him. Although he has tried his best to keep a low profile, it is difficult to completely avoid clinging on. This journey was bumpy, and from time to time, someone came out to greet him, but Fu Tingxin waited patiently for him. Seeing Sun Luo frowning a little impatiently, he put his hand on his shoulder and whispered: "No, what do you want to eat? ? May I get some for you?"
If someone hurts, it's different. Sun Luo's face immediately turned from cloudy to sunny. He turned his head and whispered something to him, probably complaining that people were busy and troublesome. Fu Tingxin changed positions with him, walked outside by himself, and used The figure blocked part of his vision. The two were of similar height and had a close attitude. They walked into the arena like no one else, and were about to take their seats when they heard a greeting from behind: "Sun Dong?"
The two of them turned around and saw a tall and slender young man standing behind the chair, smiling, handsome and somewhat flamboyant, but not frivolous, but unexpectedly friendly. Sun Luo was very familiar with him, so he took the initiative to shake hands with him: "Mr. Ye."
Ye Zheng shook hands with him and parted, his eyes fell on Fu Tingxin, who was on the side, and raised his long eyebrows high: "Hey, with this temperament, do you intend to develop into the entertainment industry?"
Sun Luo's face suddenly turned ashes from the bottom of the pot, Fu Tingxin didn't care, he stretched out his hand to Ye Zheng readily, and said with a smile: "Hello, my surname is Fu, a veteran, and now President Sun's bodyguard, used to work in the cooking class. , I have never been a literary soldier."
Ye Zheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed and shook hands with him: "Xihua Entertainment, Ye Zheng."
"He's joking, this is my letter to Fu Ting, who was injured some time ago and has not recovered yet. He is recuperating." After Sun Luo introduced Ye Zheng, he told Fu Ting, "This is Xihua's second son. , his eldest sister-in-law Sun Qingning is my cousin, and they are all relatives."
Fu Tingxin nodded, as if he was not surprised by the huge in-law relationship of the Sun family. Ye Zheng cared about his injury again. He heard that it was a memory disorder caused by a concussion. He immediately patted the back of his chair: "It's a coincidence. Well, I'll introduce you to a person later, Huo Dong Huo Mingjun from Hengrui, you heard that Have you ever been? His partner was Xie Guan. He also lost his memory due to a concussion when he was a child. I heard that he was cured last year. Lao Huo found a lot of brain experts for consultation. Let's talk about it later. Maybe it has something to do with Mr. Fu's injury. help."
Regarding Fu Tingxin's condition, Sun Luo did not dare to miss any opportunity. At the beginning of the dinner, he hurried on stage to give a brief speech, and then went straight to the lounge after leaving. Coincidentally, Xie Guan was invited to attend tonight, and Huo Mingjun also followed. When Sun Luo entered the door, several people had known each other under Ye Zheng's organization and chatted for a while.
In the past, although Taihe and Hengrui had business competition, they did not match with Sun Luo's major. He had never met Huo Mingjun in person. He only heard that this person was serious and cold, and he was a ruthless character with skill and courage. But when I saw him today, it wasn't as impersonal as I imagined, maybe it was because of a relationship.
Xie Guan didn't have any air, and told Fu Tingxin everything he could think of, and finally said: "I can get my memory back, probably because I fell again later. Although it sounds unreliable, it is said that many people have bumped into it. The head just regained its memory. Don't worry, it will be fine on its own in a few days."
Fu Tingxin nodded, casually pinching a goblet, and after thinking about it, he whispered, "I'm not in a hurry, it's mainly Sun Luo. He's under too much pressure, and this is about to become a heart attack."
Xie Guan was not as sharp as usual, he immediately heard something wrong in what he said, and asked tentatively, "You and Mr. Sun...?"
"It's not as far as you and Dong Huo are." Fu Tingxin said.
This is a lot of information, Xie Guan smiled clearly. Fu Tingxin got up, put the wine glass in his hand on the small bar, and said, "I'll go to the bathroom."
The bathroom in the banquet hall was about to go out to the other end of the corridor. Fu Tingxin put one hand in his pocket and walked slowly along the soft carpet, thinking about the conversation he had just had with Xie Guan.
Xie Guan said that after he fell off the stage, he dreamed of what happened before when he was in a coma. This made Fu Tingxin think of Nanke's dream when he was in a coma - was it really just a dream
He was in a trance, and spent a little longer washing his hands in front of the sink. The door of the compartment opened not far away, and the man who came out was attracted by the sound of the water. When passing by, he glanced in the mirror by chance, took a few steps forward, and then slammed his footsteps, saying in surprise, "Tingxin?"
Fu Tingxin turned around when he heard the sound, and found that it was an unfamiliar face, knowing that he had met a former acquaintance 80% of the time. However, he couldn't remember who this person was at all, so he had to bite the bullet, pretend to be surprised and politely ask: "You are..."
"You don't remember me?" The man's face quickly flashed a trace of loss, and said, "I'm Qiu Ming, we used to sit at the front and back tables in high school, forgot?"
Fu Tingxin "suddenly realized": "Look at my memory, sorry, I didn't recognize it just now - you have changed a lot."
Qiu Ming is only twenty-four or five years old now. Although his face is fair and delicate, Fu Tingxin's eyes are a little incongruous. His roots are too high, his chin is too sharp, his double eyelids seem to be cut off, and he smiles all over his face. All very stiff, no doubt plastic surgery. So when he said this, Qiu Ming didn't notice anything strange, and continued to smile and say, "I was inconspicuous at the time, but I never forgot about you. You were a goddess in high school, and many of your classmates had a crush on you."
Hearing this, Fu Tingxin raised his eyebrows and said, "Really? I don't remember it anymore."
"Yeah, it's just that you usually go around Sun Luo and don't spend much time with your classmates." Qiu Ming took a step closer, the scent of perfume wafting from his body, "You came with him today? I heard You went to join the army after graduation, and you still have contact with him for so many years, the two of you have a really good relationship."
"Well." Fu Tingxin distanced himself from him indiscernibly, and said perfunctorily, "After graduation, everyone went their separate ways, and it is not convenient to communicate with the outside world in the army. Are you developing in the entertainment industry now?"
Qiu Ming smiled unnaturally, and said vaguely, "That's right. You... are you on vacation now?"
Fu Tingxin said: "discharged."
Qiu Ming's expression became more eager: "Do you plan to do business in the future?"
He got closer and closer, Fu Tingxin didn't know whether this person was familiar or what else meant. He paused for a while before answering: "There is an unemployed vagabond, and now he is supported by others."
"Do you have a partner?" Qiu Ming was startled, "Male or female? Who is it?"
Fu Tingxin almost choked: "Can it still be a man?"
"That's right," Qiu Ming said, "In order to avoid me, you didn't even go to college and went to join the army. I thought you liked Sun Luo, so you are really straight."
Fu Tingxin was confused.
The footsteps of the people outside the bathroom door slammed.
【eight】
Sun Luo couldn't remember how he quietly walked out of the bathroom door and into the garden outside the banquet hall. Anyway, when he came back to his senses, he had already smoked half of the cigarette in his hand.
In the past few months, because Fu Tingxin lived at home, he simply quit smoking. Who knew that it would stimulate a big hair, and couldn't help but smoke another one.
Regarding the past, he really didn't tell Fu Tingxin the truth.
Sun Luo found out that she was born gay about the second year of junior high, but she never told anyone, including her best friend Fu Tingxin. But he couldn't stand the two of them together day and night, and Fu Tingxin was really dazzling. Although he tried his best to control his proportions, he was inevitably attracted to his straight boyfriend, and even did the stupid thing of secretly throwing away love letters that others gave to Fu Tingxin.
Fu Tingxin is resolute and independent. Although his grades are poor, he is better than handsome and has a good personality. He is especially good to Sun Luo, and he is more considerate than the young lovers in the class. There were always people making jokes about them in the class. Sun Luo remembered that Qiu Ming was sitting at the back of Fu Tingxin at that time and often said to him in a sour tone, "Brother Fu is so kind to you."
He should have seen the clue long ago, but at that time, his own feelings had not been thoroughly analyzed, and he was not in the mood to pay attention to Qiu Ming. Until the second half of the third year of high school, secret love was like a raging fire that kept scorching the heart. No matter how rational and forbearing Sun Luo was, it was also compared to his peers. The short letter was clipped into Fu Tingxin's notebook.
The next evening, Sun Luo went to the gym to find Fu Tingxin after class as usual. He walked to the door of the locker room and was about to knock when he heard a boy say: "... You really decided? I heard that being a soldier is very hard. , No matter how bad you are, you are still better than enlisting in the army."
"Take it down, what can I do if I don't leave? He wants to join me, and even if I go to college, he can chase him to that school," Fu Tingxin replied irritably, "Can't you hide if you can't provoke me?"
Then there was the sound of tearing paper from the room, Fu Tingxin kicked the trash can in anger, and uttered a rare foul language: "What are you doing, fuck!"
It was like a thunderstorm blasting in his ears, and before a bunch of heart flowers could bloom, they were covered in the face by the sudden wind and rain.
Half a minute later, Sun Luo quietly turned around and left the gym, without waiting for Fu Tingxin to leave with him. He returned home in despair, thinking about the phrase "what can I do if I don't go",
He suddenly realized that over the years, he had only had a close friend like Fu Tingxin by his side, and sometimes even regarded him as his personal property and refused to share it with others. The two went to the same kindergarten, the same primary school, and the same junior high school. Fu Tingxin's grades were originally not enough for the key high schools. It was Sun Luo's plan to pass the test, so he had to go to the same school with him. The relationship at home forced him to be placed in the same class.
Fu Tingxin may have noticed these paranoid possessiveness, but he never complained, and even devoted his attention to him without hesitation. It is precisely because of his connivance that Sun Luo has an unrealistic love.
Before today, Fu Tingxin had never mentioned to him about joining the army, not a word.
Sun Luo asked himself, put down everything and followed Fu Tingxin to take the college entrance examination. He could do such a thing.
It turned out that before he knew it, he had already forced Fu Tingxin to do this.
I can't wait to fly far away, far away from him.
It didn't take long for Fu Tingxin to pass the medical examination. Before joining the army, he led a group of people to drink and drink at the food stalls, chatting lively until late at night. In the end, only Sun Luo, who was about to take the college entrance examination, was still awake and stared at him in the taxi. All the way, in the end, he did nothing and sent Fu Tingxin home safely.
After graduating from high school, Sun Luo changed his contact information and address, and deliberately avoided all news about Fu Tingxin. The two were separated by thousands of miles and never passed the letter again.
He had been paranoid for more than ten years, and finally learned to let go that night.
But in his heart, why did he ever let go of that person one day
The unforgettable love and despair have not been worn away by time, but have grown deeper and deeper with the years. Sun Luo has never met a person who can make him tempted again. How good Fu Tingxin was to him in the past is how painful it is to peel it off. The memory has been repeatedly traced, and every stroke has grown with flesh and blood, and I want to forget it. Can not forget.
Coincidentally, Fu Tingxin returned to him again. He lost his memory, but his personality did not change. The tone of speaking to Sun Luo was as out of familiarity as before. This is like an opportunity for the world to fall. Fu Tingxin's memory is a blank piece of paper, and he can smear it as an insider.
However, Sun Luo didn't dare to bring up any topic of "homosexuality" in front of him, and he didn't even dare to reveal any clues - probably because it was too painful to wake up from a sweet dream with a stick, and he didn't want to suffer a second time. .
Sun Luo has had very little contact with high school classmates over the years, and has long forgotten that there was a small character like Qiu Ming in his life, but today he was caught off guard and heard a narrative that was very different from the situation back then.
How could Fu Tingxin join the army for Qiu Mingcai
【Nine】
On the night of the Red Square dinner, Fu Tingxin picked up Sun Luo, who had been bitten by mosquitoes, from the small garden. Neither of the two mentioned the encounter in the bathroom. Fu Tingxin didn't take it to heart, and Sun Luo was too worried. After that, everything was as usual and calm, but gradually, Fu Tingxin found that Sun Luo was a little strange.
Not the bad kind of "weird", of course.
When he was first injured, Sun Luo was meticulous to him, but he was always measured, as if there was an insurmountable "three-eighth line" between the two. But since they came back, their body movements have become more and more sticky. Sun Luo's patience seems to have accumulated for many years, pouring it into him without reservation, accompanying him to seek doctors and medicines, exercise and rehabilitate, as if he has always been closed. The clam shell timidly opened a slit. The gentle treasure light sprinkled all over the room.
Fu Tingxin is not Liu Xiahui, who is pure-hearted and has few desires.
A few days later, Sun Luo finally made up his mind and invited his old classmates out for dinner.
High school classmates have not been in touch for a long time. Some of those who have the best relationship with Fu Tingxin have gone abroad, and some have settled down in other places. Sun Luo spent a few days and finally contacted only a rich second generation who opened a company in the capital. The other party's company was in another urban area, and Sun Luo deliberately rushed over despite the heavy traffic jam at noon as a sign of sincerity.
He came out during the lunch break, and when the old classmate's office was downstairs early for dinner, the two of them didn't eat seriously, so they just found a cafe to sit down and talk about things.
The old classmate is still enthusiastic about him, presumably because of Fu Tingxin's face: "Old Fu has been doing well recently? If you don't contact me, I don't even know that he is hospitalized. I will go back and see him sometime."
"The trauma has already healed," Sun Luo raised his hand and pointed to his temple, "It's just that the congestion here hasn't been absorbed, so I can't remember the past."
The old classmate reassured: "Don't worry, you have to take care of this disease slowly, maybe it will heal on your own one day."
Sun Luo nodded and said, "I came to you to inquire about something. You had a good relationship with him back then. Do you know why he joined the army?"
"It's you who has the best relationship with him. We just play ball together, just messing around. I haven't heard him say why," said the old classmate. "Can you give me some tips?"
Sun Luo: "Do you remember Qiu Ming?"
"Qiu Ming? Who?" The old classmate racked his brains to recall for a long time, "... Oh, you said that the little white face sitting behind the two of you, I remembered."
"Isn't Qiu Ming's father Qiu Yongshan, the "retail king" who was so amazing in the past few years, or Qiu Ming wouldn't have been able to enter our school. But then he seemed to be bankrupt, and he threw his wife and children and ran to the United States to avoid debts I went. Last year I was on the Lao Lai list."
"I'm still a little impressed when you say him. My buddy said that Qiu Ming chased the old master. It's quite obvious. He often sent him water and things, and he was almost stunned when he liked it. It is said that he even sneaked into the teacher The office went through the volunteer form and wanted to apply to the same university as him, but I don't know if it's true or not. Didn't the old man tell you?"
Sun Luo squeezed the handle of the cup tightly and shook her head.
"That's right, old Fu only had you in his heart back then. If he didn't tell you, he was probably afraid that these bad things would affect your college entrance examination." The old classmate laughed, "You don't know, you secretly threw old Fu's love letter before, and it happened that He saw it, and later when someone else gave him something, he quietly handled it behind your back. At that time, our entire basketball team was tearing up love letters for him and eating chocolate every day hahahaha…”
Sun Luo: "!!!"
Old classmate: "He really didn't say that to you. We used to smoke beside the trash can at the back of the gym. You've never seen him before. He smoked like a thief. He never dared to wear a coat. Let it blow for ten minutes in the wind, I'm afraid you will smell it."
Sun Luo was caught off guard, and was struck by these few words on the hidden wound in his heart, and he was stunned for a while, and the old classmate was still sighing: "After all these years, it's thanks to you that he took care of him in a hurry, old master. I didn't hurt you in vain before. It's good, it's not easy to be a brother for so many years."
Sun Luo nodded subconsciously, and the old classmate saw that he was absent-minded, so he tapped the mouth of the cup with a spoon to get him back to his senses: "Mr. Sun, you came all the way to see me, what do you want to ask? Homecoming for you two?"
"I'm done asking," Sun Luo coughed dryly and apologized a little embarrassedly, "I'm sorry for taking you so long."
The old classmate stared at him inexplicably for a while, and finally couldn't help laughing: "Okay. You can do what you know."
The two said goodbye at the door. The old classmate watched Sun Luo turn around and drive into the main road. He took out a cigarette from his pocket. He clicked his tongue and thought happily, "I said a long time ago that this kid Sun Luo is watching him. The eyes are wrong, and the old man still doesn't believe it, this time let's make people happy, it's time."
【pickup】
Except for Fu Tingxin, maybe no one can give him the exact answer about what happened in that conversation back then, but that's not important anymore. Years of bitterness and the stone that was pressing on my heart suddenly lost their force and weight, and the whole heart seemed to float.
He just wanted to go home quickly and hug the person he pushed away with his own hands.
Sun Luo drove back to the villa as if he was being chased all the way. He didn't see Fu Tingxin in the living room. The light and shadow on the screen changed, the movie came to the end, and the singing gradually rose along with the subtitles—
"Dream people, familiar faces
You are the tenderness I am waiting for..."
"The familiar feeling between you and me
Love is about to wake up..."
"In the joys and sorrows, only love is the eternal myth,
No one has forgotten the ancient and ancient oath,
Your tears turn into colorful butterflies flying in the sky
Love is the wind under the wings, two hearts fly with each other..."*
This is a movie from more than ten years ago. When it was released, the two went to the cinema together to watch it. It was popular in the streets and alleys back then. It was a memory of a generation of youth. When the prelude to the ending song was played, Sun Luo could sing along.
He stood in the dim video room, and after listening to the whole song, his boiling mood slowly calmed down. Sun Luo can somewhat understand the reason why Fu Tingxin is rewatching this movie. Although this person doesn't say anything, but who really wants to be a ghost from another world with no support
He sighed silently in his heart, picked up the blanket beside him, and carefully covered Fu Tingxin.
His movements were almost silent, but Fu Tingxin woke up from the moment he came in. He had been pretending to be asleep before, but when he saw him coming up, he suddenly felt bad, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Sun Luo's wrist, swept his feet, He stumbled, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell into his arms.
Sun Luo hung up on the back of the sofa and almost scared him to death: "Nonsense! What do you do if you hit me!"
Fu Tingxin laughed triumphantly, raised his hand and patted his lower back lightly: "It's solid, it won't break."
"That doesn't work either, your fracture is just right..."
His words were gradually muted under Fu Tingxin's smiling gaze. The heat in his palms burned on the skin through the thin shirt, and traveled along the nerves and muscles. Half of his body was numb when he was hot, but there were countless thoughts in the wind. Heart monkeys and horses run wild, like opening a zoo.
As soon as Fu Tingxin looked up, he could see his low slender eyelashes, glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his beautiful eyes were hidden behind the lenses. For some reason, he stretched out his hand and took off Sun Luo's glasses. The two of them breathed in each other's breath, the tips of their noses were about to touch each other, and their posture was a little too intimate.
The dry and rough fingers brushed the corners of his eyes lightly, and his eyelashes immediately resembled frightened butterflies, flapping their wings in a panic at his fingertips. Fu Tingxin's Adam's apple moved, and he couldn't help but press him down, and pecked on the tight thin lips.
The touch was very light, about the force of a feather swiping, but Sun Luo seemed to have been scalded by a soldering iron and bounced off him.
The warmth in Fu Tingxin's eyes froze.
He was stunned for a moment, then slowly blinked and asked as calmly as possible: "... Hate me?"
Sun Luo was completely stunned. He heard Fu Tingxin's questioning, and without thinking, he shook his head subconsciously. Fu Tingxin said again: "Then you..."
Before he could finish speaking, he heard Sun Luo ask with a trembling voice and hoarseness, "Don't you hate me...?"
"Ah?" Fu Tingxin asked inexplicably, "Why should I hate you?"
Those beautiful eyes that had lost their cover suddenly turned red, and he seemed to cut out his heart again, and humbly held it with both hands for others to step on, and said with difficulty: "I'm... gay."
"Nonsense," Fu Tingxin really convinced him, "I'm not too, or what do you think I just did?"
"… "
Fu Tingxin stood up from the sofa and wanted to go over to coax him, but seeing that Sun Luo was hanging his head, his shirt cuffs were shaking slightly, as if he was agitated and flustered, he thought it was okay: "You calm down first, you don't turn your mind, We'll talk when you've made up your mind."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to go out, but Sun Luo suddenly rushed up from behind and hugged him tightly like a thief: "Don't go!"
If it was someone else, Fu Tingxin would have thrown him out long ago, but Sun Luo rushed over, but he just froze, and then stood in place: "Huh? What's the matter?"
Sun Luo was a few centimeters taller than him, and his lips were exactly where his ears were. A warm, trembling kiss fell behind Fu Tingxin's ear without warning: "I don't have to think... I like you, I have liked you for many years... "
Fu Tingxin's heart jumped wildly, but he said, "Really? Then you said we were friends."
"I dare not tell you the truth," Sun Luo buried his head on his shoulders and neck, clasped his hands in front of his chest and belly, and muttered, "I thought you hated gays."
Fu Tingxin sighed, pulled out an arm, put his hand on the back, and asked, "What did I do before that made you misunderstood?"
Sun Luo was silent, and whispered "um".
Fu Tingxin heard a sense of grievance from this single syllable. His character is that he is too lazy to explain and loves things, but Sun Luo is not someone else, so he had to think about it, choose his words and say: "I don't remember the past, but if it was you, I don't understand. I understand, I will definitely not hate you."
It seemed that the long sword that was hanging high finally fell, but it didn't sting anyone. Instead, it screamed softly and fell into the scabbard.
Sun Luo is completely left ear in and out right ear, he doesn't care what Fu Tingxin said, as long as there is a response, it is enough. He was immersed in the sudden warmth and satisfaction for a while, and while he was in the air, he suddenly thought to himself: why didn't he go to Fu Tingxin for verification
Why not listen to his answer in person, even if it is refusal, it is better than seven years of self-righteous torment and long separation.
Why can't he believe that this person is so good that he will never hurt him.
"Kiss again," he turned Fu Tingxin's face to himself, eager to find the gentle comfort between his lips and teeth, and said again: "I like you. I have liked you for a long time."
"It's a coincidence," Fu Tingxin met his lips, "I've liked you for a long time too."
"Um?"
"From a previous life."
【end】
Fu Tingxin is a restless person. He has been recovering from his injuries for a few months, and has successfully bent himself. He feels that his physical and mental health has returned to a healthy state, so he starts planning to find something for himself to do.
Sun Luo listened to a lot of imaginative plans, and finally said implicitly and tenderly: "Why don't you come to work in my company."
Fu Tingxin: "I only have a high school diploma and can't do anything. I can only be a driver for you."
Sun Luo agreed: "Yes, no problem, you can be a little secretary if you want."
"I really misread you," Fu Tingxin sighed, "Do you still want to close the door of the office..."
Sun Luo pounced on him and blocked his mouth.
Since this day, Sun Dong has lived a good life with a driver driving every morning, a driver delivering meals at noon, and a driver warming the bed at night.
Unfortunately, within a few days, Fu Tingxin quit his job.
Sun Luo lay on his lap and asked angrily, "Why? Do you think the boss is not handsome enough or the treatment is not good enough!"
"Have you ever seen any boss who insists on the driver's kiss before getting out of the car?" Fu Tingxin mocked, "Mr. Sun, you call it workplace sexual harassment."
Fu Tingxin's memory is not like Xie Guan's, he came back all at once when he said it. He remembered it slowly, piece by piece. Although it was a little confusing at first, after a few years, it was basically the same as a normal person.
In the second year they were together, Fu Tingxin contacted several retired comrades in arms and jointly opened a hot pot restaurant. Their past training base was in the northwest, and they had a deep affection for this place, so after the inspection, they signed a purchase contract with the local herdsmen, and the grassland beef and mutton were directly supplied to the capital. Later, the business of the hot pot restaurant gradually spread, and the chain branch even opened opposite the Taihe Group.
The day the new store opened happened to be Sun Luo's birthday. He didn't remember it himself. Instead, in order to cheer for Fu Tingxin, he specially invited a group of executive friends to eat hot pot.
On the way, Fu Tingxin knocked on the door of the private room, and several waiters filed in with luxurious fruit plates and cakes, singing "Happy Birthday to You".
The crowd immediately roared.
Fu Tingxin, dressed in a white shirt, suit and trousers, with a tall and straight posture, walked over generously, gave Sun Luo a kiss, and said, "Happy birthday."
It has long been a semi-open secret that the two are together, but they have never been so blatant in front of outsiders. Sun Luo was a little embarrassed, her ears flushed slightly, but her eyes filled with an uncontrollable smile: "...Thank you, let's have fun together."
The waiter began to distribute the cut birthday cakes to everyone. Sun Luo also had a plate in his hand. On it was a cream flower that was not in good condition but was still intact. Fu Tingxin smiled and said, "Try it? This is the piping bag I just used. Hand squeezed."
As soon as these words came out, let alone a bad appearance, even if the flower was made of plastic foam, Sun Luo could chew and swallow without changing his face—
"Um?"
He was bitten by what was hidden in the egg roll.
Fu Tingxin kindly handed a napkin, Sun Luo covered his mouth and turned away, a shiny ring fell into the napkin on his palm.
Sun Luo: "!!!"
The well-dressed elites in the box were all shameless and began to applaud and whistle wildly: "Promise him! Promise him! Promise him!"
Fu Tingxin took out a tissue and wiped the ring clean, grabbed Sun Luo's slightly trembling left hand, but instead of playing cards according to the routine, he stared at him and asked with a slight smile, "What do you want to tell me? ?"
The moment they looked at each other, Sun Luo suddenly understood what he meant, and a long-lost promise naturally slipped to his lips.
It is like a blessing to the soul, and it is like a matter of course.
"I love you-"
"This life, this life, life after life, only focus on loving you alone."
The ring was neither loose nor tight, and was firmly pushed to the base of his finger.
This time, the broken red thread is finally re-entangled into a knot, binding the missed fate, never letting go, never parting.
=End of the show=
postscript
The original inspiration for this story came from a picture that flashed in my mind: the general in red knelt in front of the majestic palace gate, and the traitor next to him held an umbrella for him (… )
Later, I rubbed together the ancient stories I wanted to write before, and processed it into "Golden Terrace".
The Golden Terrace is a metaphor. My original intention is not to write a history with a beginning and an end, but just a "turning point", the turning point of Fu Shen's personal destiny and the turning point of his political life, but because of the limited level, the latter part may be broken down. Now, I don't know what kind of feeling this article finally conveys to the readers. I hope that I can try my best to save it when I revise the article.
I don't have a definite answer to where this court will go in the end. I just put the right time and place together and let the protagonists seize this momentary opportunity. As for this event, it will eventually become a memorable history. The moment is still the beginning of failure. What will happen after thousands of years is unpredictable. We are in the present and cannot see that far.
If I don't watch the plot and only eat candy, I'm happy too. Mr. Yan is probably the most love-minded male protagonist I've ever written. How precious is a traitor who can be brave enough to love despite his worries! Every honest Zhongliang should have one! I remember a comment saying that General Fu didn't love Xiao Yan that much, how could he? Xiao Yan is so good who wouldn't love him (no
(Actually, General Fu just didn't say it. After marrying Yan Xiaohan, he couldn't sleep at night when he was happy, really.)
At this point, the main text and the extras are over, and there is still a stalking extra. Because there may be thunder, I will not post it here, and post it on Weibo (@黃武斌白), everyone is welcome to watch it there.
Thank you for your company, encouragement and support, it is a pleasure to meet you! Finally, ask the author to collect it, see you in the next article~