Qi Qianze smiled.
Fu Yan could only see his side face, he saw the corners of his eyes curled into a small arc, and the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, in a really happy and amused look.
Probably because that sentence spoke to a soft spot in his heart.
Fu Yan's heart clenched, he lowered his head after just one glance, staring at his knuckles.
His fingers are slender, fair, with distinct knuckles. When holding the scalpel, the joints outline very delicate lines, and imply strength, which will make the little nurses blush and whisper, let the hand control meet love and scream crazily .
But with such beautiful hands, he had brought back several people from the dead, but he couldn't cure his love - he couldn't even figure out what Qi Qianze was thinking now.
"Qi Qianze..." Fu Wen sighed secretly, pursing the corners of his mouth, as if he had something to say.
"Mobile phone," Qi Qianze interrupted him, pointing to his right pocket, "You haven't sent the message yet."
"..." Fu Jian had a lot to say, but Qi Qianze didn't seem to want to listen. What he focused on now was to tell his classmates who hadn't seen him at the party for many years.
Fu Fan paused for a few seconds, but had no choice but to go get it as promised.
He was about to poke his fingers over, and when he turned his body slightly, the seat belt on his body was tightened, which seemed to be a bit strenuous.
When Qi Qianze was still in school, Fu Wen taught him what clothes to wear on which occasions, and he had a set of clothing templates for various activities. This habit has been maintained for many years after leaving Fu Wen. He came to the class reunion this time, wearing a white shirt with a small pattern on the chest, and a relatively casual gray-black suit on the outside. It is between formal and informal, neither serious nor casual, and is most suitable for this occasion .
Fu Yan's fingertips touched a piece of warm cloth, probably made of silk, very slippery, and he easily stretched it in, and put most of his hand in it. The back of his hand faintly touched the pocket of the suit, feeling the comfortable texture and the warmth of his own skin.
The pocket was very shallow, Fu Wen lightly turned over his palm, it was empty, and he couldn't touch anything.
"cell phone?"
"Oh, I misremembered." At the intersection, Qi Qianze turned on the turn signal, and his tone was calm, "It's on the other side of the pocket."
Characters: "..."
The road after the turn was also very congested, the car came to a complete stop, and Fu Wen said, "You take it yourself, I just don't want to leave."
"Vehicle inspections are very strict now, and points will be deducted if you don't pay attention," Qi Qianze pointed to the invisible intersection far ahead, "There are traffic police, whoever catches and punishes whoever is caught, stands guard at this time every day."
This is Qi Qianze's way home, and Fu Jian doesn't walk every day, so he is definitely not as familiar with the road conditions as he is.
"No one sees it now, it doesn't matter if you send one."
"No." Qi Qianze refused in seconds.
"Okay then, give me your phone," Fu Ming compromised, "I'll send it to you."
"No, you can't touch your phone while driving."
Fu Yan: "...Is it okay to hand it over?"
Qi Qianze: "No."
"I never touch my phone in the car," he said in a voice that barely moved and showed no emotion.
He lied without blinking.
Fu Yan: "What is 'touch'?"
Qi Qianze: "literally."
It turns out that he is so principled that "touch" is just a literal meaning
Fu Yan seemed to see his intention, and snorted: "Are you telling me to go around and get it?"
Qi Qianze didn't speak, but it was obvious what he meant.
If this was Qi Qianze many years ago, Fu Fan might really believe it. After all, Qi Qianze has a strong sense of principle since he was a child. It is obedient and sensible, but peers will find it very rigid and boring. This is the main reason why it is difficult to play with younger classmates.
But now, Fu Wen felt that he did it on purpose.
"I can't reach it," Fu Da looked away from the car window, the sky had completely darkened, the front console was reflected on the window, and Fu Da's fingers unconsciously wrote the English words on it, "It's okay to take off the seat belt while driving." It’s not abiding by the rules.”
The corner of his mouth twitched nonchalantly, and said to Qi Qianze, "You might as well get out of the car and leave."
The car in front moved, Qi Qianze followed, and stopped after walking about ten meters. He turned his body sideways, exposed the other pocket, and said to Fu Wen, "Take it."
Fu Fan didn't move, and Qi Qianze didn't turn back, and they were in a stalemate. After a while, they faintly felt that there seemed to be a car moving in front of them, but Qi Qianze still kept this posture.
Fu Wen finally reached out and took out the phone. His elbow seemed to rub against Qi Qianze's chest. .
"say what?"
Qi Qianze drove forward, and was about to say "you can do what you said just now", but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the phone that Fu Dian handed to his face, and the bottom of the screen was pressed by that finger, and he was already talking.
Qi Qianze had no choice but to simply say that he was not feeling well and went to the hospital.
Fu Yan sent a voice message, leaned on the back of the chair and said, "You just want me to watch this?"
He locked the screen, made the system's own locking sound, and then pressed it with his finger, and the screen unlocked automatically—Qi Qianze didn't delete his fingerprint record, it has been saved.
"No," Qi Qianze reminded, "it's at the top."
Fu Ming opened the message list, and sure enough there was one at the top, which was himself.
"you… "
Qi Qianze: "Aren't you going to open it and have a look?"
In fact, there is no need to open it, Fuan knows what is inside, he takes it out to read it every day, but he never looks back.
The last one was posted two months ago, just after Fu Yan's birthday.
Qi Qianze treated his silence as ruthless: "You don't reply even once."
what
Why did I go, why did I break up
Fu Yan turned off the screen, put the phone aside and stopped looking at it, and said, "There is nothing to return."
"Really?" Qi Qianze seemed unintentional, "Fu Fan, you don't want to see me?"
Fu knows to say "yes".
"good."
Qi Qianze nodded, and they didn't speak for the next 20 minutes. He drove forward slowly, walked through the main road, changed to the other side of the road, and finally parked the car at roadside.
His tone was very light, without emotion, and his expression showed no joy or anger.
He said, "Then you go."