Lu Qi'an hugged Fu Jia and kept saying "I'm here", until his voice became hoarse, and Fu Jia gradually stopped crying.
Lu Qi'an tightened his arms and watched the person in his arms soaked with sweat. Although the tears stopped, he was still choking, his face was red due to lack of oxygen, and he seemed to faint in the next second.
"Jiajia." Lu Qi'an kissed Fu Jia very lightly and said, "Breathe with me, slow down, follow me."
He took a deep breath and led Fu Jia back to his normal breathing rhythm.
Slowly, Fu Jia stopped sobbing, and his face became much better. Lu Qi'an picked him up and took him into the bathroom to take a shower.
Fu Jia was extremely tired, and leaned against Lu Qi'an as softly as he had no bones. He couldn't stand up, and he couldn't sit still. Lu Qi'an could only carry Fu Jia back to the bed and take hot water to give him a bath.
Seven years ago, something similar happened.
Lu Qi'an took off Fu Jia's sweaty pajamas. Fu Jia cooperated very well in the process, but Lu Qi'an noticed that he had been trying to curl up, hide his abdomen, and protect his hands there intentionally or unintentionally.
"Why are you covering your stomach?" Lu Qi'an asked, "Does it hurt your stomach?"
When Fu Jia cried the most, she knelt on the bed and covered her stomach.
Fu Jia shook his head and twitched again: "No, it doesn't hurt..."
He lied.
For the past seven years, he always felt dazed at night with pain in his abdomen and lower back, as if someone was hitting him with a baseball bat. He won't go back to the nightmare that happened in the family area of No. 6 Middle School seven years ago. That day, he was blocked from sight all the way and could not see anything, but his body seemed to remember how much pain he was, and remembered every stick. .
Lu Qi'an took a warm towel, wiped his body, and said, "Why would you cover it with your hands if it doesn't hurt? Tell me if it hurts, don't hold back and say nothing."
Fu Jia thought for a while, and said, "That may... it hurts a little bit."
Lu Qi'an moved for a while, and there were a few spikes in his heart.
He changed the subject and asked, "Do you cry like this every night?"
"Occasionally, just occasionally." Fu Jia said, "don't worry."
Some lies can be told naturally without thinking. Not for anything else, just because his first thought was "don't worry about you".
Lu Qi'an leaned down and kissed Fu Jia, and said, "Come and live with me, we will move tomorrow. You can choose an apartment close to your company or a villa a little further away. Aunt Miao and Aunt Sun are also there. , which one to hire is up to you."
Fu Jia watched him quietly for a while before saying, "Okay."
That night, after Fu Jia fell asleep again, Lu Qi'an stayed awake and watched him all night.
When he woke up the next day, Fu Jia opened his eyes and saw the red blood in Lu Qi'an's eyes that had stayed up all night. He was so distressed that he asked, "You didn't sleep all the time, did you?"
Although Lu Qi'an's eyes were red, he was in good spirits: "I'm afraid you will cry secretly behind my back again."
Fu Jia hurriedly pushed him to lie down: "Then you can sleep again. Fortunately, it's only after seven o'clock. I'll make breakfast and wake you up when it's ready."
He got up to leave, but Lu Qi'an stretched out his hand and pulled him back: "Forget breakfast, pack your luggage,
"What?" Fu Jia didn't respond.
"You promised me last night that you will move to my place today."
Fu Jia widened his eyes and said, "It's not like moving in the morning. I still have to go to work, so do you...Aren't you going to work?"
Lu Qi'an said, "Gao Xing told you that day in the park, I bought your company, and now I am your immediate boss, who can grant you leave at any time."
Fu Jia was taken aback, and found that he really hadn't noticed it that day. He struggled for a while, didn't say anything more, got up and packed his luggage.
Lu Qian returned to China for more than a month, and his base was in the villa. Although he and Fu Jia are only two people, living in a single-family villa is wasteful and empty, but in order to avoid both of them moving at once, Fu Jia chose to move to the villa.
His luggage was easy to put away, except for a small amount of clothes and sundries, the rest were work-related things. Most of the furniture and electrical appliances belong to the landlord. The small part he added himself is not going to be taken away, so he will leave it to the landlord.
I have to say that Fu Jia actually has a shadow on the villa.
However, Lu Qi'an's villa is different from the Lin family's villa in the past. It has a modern style, the main color is gray and white, the glass area is large, and it looks very transparent. There are courtyards all around the villa. The south courtyard is especially open and bright, with a swimming pool filled with water. A slightly higher wooden platform is set next to it, with seats and well-maintained green plants, leaving no dark corners.
Fu Jia stood in the courtyard, looking at the swimming pool in a trance.
Lin's Villa does not have a swimming pool. Because Lin Fengxun would never be able to swim in the water in this life, in order not to make him sad, Lu Wanqing asked someone to redesign the courtyard and fill in the pool.
"Want to swim?" Lu Qi'an carried Fu Jia's suitcase in one hand and led him into the villa with the other, "The bedroom is on the second floor, put your luggage first before going."
Fu Jia followed him up the stairs, a little embarrassed: "No, I just saw that the swimming pool is very beautiful, and... I can't swim either."
Seven years ago, when Lu Qi'an took him to the beach, he couldn't swim. Seven years later, seven summers, he never went to the swimming pool or the beach again.
Walking into the master bedroom, Lu Qian pushed open the door to the balcony, and he could see the swimming pool in the courtyard from top to bottom. He asked, "Do you want to swim, or do you not know how to swim?"
Fu Jia was even more embarrassed. He uncontrollably thought of the seaside that summer, remembered Lu Qi'an smiling at him under the dazzling sunlight, and said, "I want to swim, but I won't."
Lu Qi'an clenched his hand: "I'll teach you."
The two changed their swimming trunks and came to the pool. Lu Qi'an entered the water first, stood in the water and reached out to Fu Jia, saying, "Come on, you can step on it to the end, don't be afraid."
Fu Jia was not afraid at first, but after Lu Qi'an said it, he was said to be squeamish, as if he was really afraid of water.
He held Lu Qi'an's hand and entered the water, and he really stepped on it to the bottom, but the water had not reached his chin. This was a lot of pressure for a person who has only been in the water once in his life and was knocked down by the waves. He held his head up high, always feeling that he would not be able to breathe.
Lu Qi'an let go of his hand, swam a short distance to the side, and said, "Jiajia, try to see if you can come over."
Fu Jia lost his support and suddenly became afraid. He raised his head and didn't look at the water, so he couldn't see the depth of the water, and his body seemed to be lifted up lightly, and he seemed to be sucked into the bottom at any time. He took a step towards Lu Qi'an, the soles of his feet slipped, and the water instantly submerged the top of his head.
Lu Qi'an hugged his waist and quickly carried him out of the water. Fu Jia not only choked, but also swallowed a large mouthful of water, lay on Lu Qi'an's shoulder and whimpered, coughing and red eyes.
"I won't learn it yet." Lu Qi'an said, and carried Fu Jia to the pool. He went back to the villa to find a swimming ring and put it on Fu Jia.
It's impossible to learn to swim without choking, but Lu Qi'an was reluctant to let Fu Jia choke.
Fu Jia grabbed the swimming ring and thought that Teacher Liu said that Lele can swim only on the floating board, and she couldn't help being a little exasperated: "If you don't let go, I won't choke."
He was not afraid of water at first, but it was Lu Qi'an who made him look squeamish, and he became squeamish.
It has always been like this between them. If Lu Qi'an hadn't treated him like a fragile item, he would definitely have become a person who would never cry or make trouble when he fell, and would get up by himself. But with Lu Qi'an, it wouldn't work. He didn't have to wait for him to fall, but just walked two more steps and he began to feel wronged.
"I was wrong just now." Lu Qi'an said, "Trust me again, I won't let go."
He meant something.
Fu Jia took his hand and re-entered the water with a swimming ring on. Lu Qi'an led him and swayed in the pool for a while before he came out of the shadow of the choking water and fluttered with his hands and feet.
After swimming for an hour, Fu Jia and Lu Qi'an returned to the master bedroom on the second floor to take a bath. The bathroom of the villa is very large, so there is no need for two people to squeeze together. Fu Jia took a quick shower and ran to the kitchen on the first floor to find something to eat.
Swimming consumes a lot. He and Lu Qi'an just ate some breakfast to pad their stomachs on the way here. After soaking in the water for an hour, his stomach was burning with hunger.
The refrigerator is full of fresh ingredients, but there are only a few kinds of fruits that can be eaten ready-made. Fu Jia hurriedly took an apple and gnawed it in his mouth.
Lu Qi'an went downstairs in a few minutes. When he walked into the kitchen, Fu Jia had already eaten an apple and concentrated on the fruit plate in his hand.
Lu Qi'an reached out to get the uncut one, but was stopped by Fu Jia: "That's mine, you eat what's on the plate."
He had seen the Lu family's way of doing things at the Lin family's villa. Even a fruit as soft and rotten as a banana had to be cut well and put on a plate before it was willing to eat it. He doesn't like to eat chopped food. On the one hand, he doesn't want to bother, and on the other hand, he likes the feeling of eating in a big mouth.
Lu Qi'an was silent, took a sliced peach from the fruit bowl and fed it into Fu Jia's mouth.
Fu Jia opened his mouth to eat, and the next second, Lu Qi'an hugged his waist and kissed him, using his tongue to roll away the peaches in his mouth.
Unlike other Lu family members, Lu Qi'an has his own unique way of eating fruit.
After eating half a plate of fruit, Fu Jia's lips were red, her waist was puffy, and her legs were soft.
Lu Qi'an was 30% full and said, "I asked Aunt Sun to come over and cook."
"Don't, I can't wait for her to come." Fu Jia said, "I'll make tomato and egg noodles. I often make it at home."
To save money, Fu Jia cooks at home almost every day. But he is only one person, and he is too lazy to study, and all he knows is the simplest dishes.
He skillfully sets up a pot to boil water, and handles tomatoes and eggs.
Soon, the water in the pot was steaming hot.
In his heart too.
"Can I ask you a few questions?" he said, "I only recently thought of these questions. I used to be ignorant, and I always thought that if you gave me a second look, I would be satisfied. If you have any doubts about you, do you have any questions? Worry, I fooled myself, I didn't think to ask you."
Fu Jia leaned against the cooking table and stopped what he was doing: "Now think about it, neither of the two can hold back their worries. For so many years, I have held back too many questions to ask you."
Lu Qi'an said, "What do you want to ask?"
"I want to ask..." Fu Jia paused and said, "I want to ask when you fell in love with me."
Lu Qi'an lowered his eyes and said in a gentle tone, "There is no specific time, Jiajia, this is an incremental process, after getting to know you, my liking for you will increase day by day, and I will only like you more and more. "
"... Then I'll go back and ask, why did you send me a Band-Aid when you saw me in the courtyard when you were a child?"
"I think you're very interesting, so I deliberately threw the dragonfly into your hand and sent a Band-Aid because you had an injury on your hand. But... it may also be to make you pay attention to me."
"When I was in No. 16 Middle School, I once put bread crumbs in your textbook, and used a stapler to staple notes on your school bag. Do you think I hate it?"
"It's wrong, I don't like your way, but I like you."
"The year I moved out of the villa, Lin Feng was looking for a birthday party. I peeked in the servant's room. Did you lip 'don't look' at me?"
"I'm helping someone else celebrate their birthday. You may feel uncomfortable watching it. I want you not to watch it."
"Then... Then after I moved out, did you call Cen Mengke?"
"Yes."
"She gave me a schoolbag when I transferred schools. Did you buy that?"
"Yes."
"Did you like me back then?"
"I've always liked you."
The sun shines through the glass windows, reflecting a bright room.
Lu Qi'an looked at Fu Jia, his eyes deepening red after staying up all night.
Fu Jia took a deep breath, stepped forward, and leaned against Lu Qi'an's arms.
Going around in circles, it has been ten and seven years.
Those who leave will eventually come back. What he wants will eventually fall into his palm.