Fangzhong of the day

After zero o'clock, the charcoal fire burns out, and the air becomes icy cold!

Except for Dajian who was quite drunk, the other four could be called slightly drunk at best.

Fu Jianxi dragged Dajian into the bedroom on the first floor. This man was so drunk that he didn't even recognize his own mother. Looking at Fu Jianxi, he shouted, "Da Bo, call me one, dear, come here, Bo Duo!"

"Puff!" Dajian was thrown on the bed without crying out for pain, turned over and hugged the quilt and started moaning, and fell asleep without moaning twice.

Ding Lening was walking towards the kitchen with a stack of plates, when he heard Da Jian shouting "Big Bo, Bo Duo."

Lin Buyu heard it coming from behind, and kicked Ding Lening's calf, "Okay, there's no shortage of watching!"

"Ah? What? What's the matter?" Ding Lening's acting skills are on the line at any time, and he seamlessly switches between pretending to be stupid, pretending to be cute, and playing hooligans.

Fu Jianxi came out of Dajian's bedroom, closed the door, looked at Ding Lening in the kitchen and said casually, "Didn't you share resources with Dajian two days ago, eh? Remember wrong?"

Ding Lening was frozen in an instant, with a dazed expression on his face, the betrayal happened so suddenly, it was impossible to guard against.

"Hehehe!" Lin Buyu stood outside the kitchen, with his arms folded on his chest, watching Ding Lening sneer.After laughing, he winked mischievously at the person who was still frozen, "Share me too?"

The words were so gentle and sweet, Ding Lening thought that the next second would be an irresistible beating.Who knows, Lin Buyu couldn't wait for his reaction, so he turned around and walked out with a snort, muttering as he walked: "Forget it, I'll ask the big bitch for it, my aunt's collection is much better than yours ! Waiting for you to kneel and beg!"

The style of painting changed so fast, Ding Lening stood in the kitchen and thought about it, but he couldn't figure out why his girlfriend had such a style of painting. The information was so explosive that she wanted to spray nosebleeds!

After Lin Buyu and Ding Lening helped clean up the front yard, they went back to sleep next door, leaving two slightly drunk men washing dishes in the kitchen.

After Dajian fell asleep, Fu Jianxi turned off the music player in his mobile phone that was always playing.At the moment, what is playing on the speaker is the song from Fangmata's mobile phone.

in my arms in your eyes

Where the spring breeze is intoxicated, there is green grass

The moonlight spreads love all over the lake

A bonfire for two lights up the night

After so many years, wandering like a cloud

……

"Lake Baikal" was sung three times before the two of them cleaned up the mess in the kitchen.

For ten minutes, neither of them spoke.Quietly, there was a feeling that the days in front of me seemed to be repeated thousands of times. After everything was packed, the two went back upstairs one after the other.

Fang Yu went back to the study to pack up his luggage, and impatiently picked up the pillow at the head of the bed, put it under his arm, and went out to pay for Jianxi's bedroom.

As soon as he came out of the study, Fang Mata heard the sound of running water.The sound is very loud, and it is the kind of sound that falls directly to the ground without interruption.

When I approached the bathroom, I found that the door was open and the light inside was also on.

Is the shower door open?

Fang Mata walked over and stopped in front of the bathroom door.

In the bathroom, Fu Jianxi had a toothbrush in her mouth, and there was toothpaste foam at the corner of her mouth.One hand is holding the shower head and spraying it on the open window, washing the screen on the bathroom window to be exact.

It should have been rinsed for a while, the water left from the windowsill is gray.The person holding the nozzle strokes the Z shape from top to bottom, left to right over and over again.Occasionally raise the other hand and brush your teeth twice.

After flushing the screen window, I started flushing the toilet under the window sill again.After repeating this for a few minutes, the nozzle began to flush the tiles under his feet again, and the accumulated water was rushed into the drain by the nozzle.

Fang Mata thought that the 10-minute wash was finally over, but the nozzle sprayed towards the open window again, and the white edge of the window, the glass, began to repeat over and over again.

After watching for so long, Fangmata finally felt that something was wrong.This person wasn't cleaning at all. He kept his toothbrush in his mouth for more than ten minutes, washed the windows, window screens, toilets, and the floor, and then washed it again.

With such repeated mechanical movements, this person is either insane, or he is thinking about something he can't figure out.

When they can’t figure it out or understand, most people choose to think differently than to act calmly. Some people are in a daze, some will cook a dish, some choose to listen to a song, and some like to squat on the toilet, and even seek excitement.

Does the person in front of you like to wash things?

Still like to listen to the sound of water?

Fang Mata put the pillow on the shelf at the door of the bathroom, walked over to take the nozzle from Fu Jianxi's hand, and turned it off.Turning around, he happened to meet his blank eyes.Fang Yu immediately frowned, his throat was stuffed and he couldn't make a sound.I had no choice but to grab his shoulders with both hands, push him to the faucet, and stuff the mouthwash cup into his hand.

Fang Yu stood aside and watched as Fu Jianxi came to his senses, rinsed his mouth and washed his face, then pressed his hands on the edge of the basin and lowered his head to let the water on his face drop. After a few seconds passed, he spoke: "It's all about the smell of barbecue. I'll take a shower." After speaking, he turned to close the door, and pushed Fangmata out with the other hand.

Fang Mata leaned against the railing on the second floor, facing the door of the bathroom, listening to the sound of water inside, feeling mixed emotions.

Simply because it wasn't too long this time, when Fu Jianxi came out, she was still taking a shower in the evening, with a towel on her head, no upper body, and a bath towel around her lower body.However, he looked indifferent as if he was the only one in the room, he couldn't see the people around him, and he couldn't feel another gaze.

Fang Mata took the pillow from the shelf and followed him into the bedroom.

When he entered, Fu Jianxi had already put on her underwear and was putting on her top, and then she put on a pair of long pajamas.

Fang Yu sat on the lazy sofa and looked at him, as if he was watching a movie. What was staged here was the past: here, Fu Jianxi's life alone!

Fang Yu took out the phone, turned on the video, and took out a book from the sofa to cover the phone, so that the phone could stand still.

After Fu Jianxi changed her clothes, she casually put the towel and bath towel on the edge of the sofa.Walking to the bookshelf, he took out a picture album, took two steps while holding the corner of the book, and suddenly jumped up, throwing himself on the bed.The hardcover book was slapped on the pillow, and his profile was slapped on the book. "Slap!" It was like a crisp slap.

How many years later, walking like a cloud.

……

In this life, this time is too little.

Not enough to justify the soulfulness of melting ice and snow.

He seldom listens to this kind of music, and it is easy for him to listen to it, just like now.He doesn't have such a strong heart as Fang Mata, he needs the protection of bulletproof glass to dare to walk freely among all kinds of people.

He couldn't figure out if he was the cloud that was walking with the wind, the clouds rolled and the clouds relaxed, the clouds faded away, it all depends on the wind!

During the time when grandma was undergoing chemotherapy for gastric cancer, she often said that life is too short to get along with the person she wants in her heart. If she would not chase after grandpa when she was choosing, maybe grandpa would not have a son who is a jerk. Nor will there be a daughter-in-law who left him early.

Their feelings can be regarded as affectionate, but in the end they failed to melt any ice and snow.

Who should he trust, who should he learn from?

With eyes closed, the brain has not been able to rest, frame by frame, with the lyrics line by line, who is right and who is wrong?

The waist was hugged, and the belt was pulled in the direction he was facing.Fu Jianxi didn't open her eyes, but she could clearly smell the grapefruit, which was bitter and sweet.With a hand on his head pawing back and forth, he felt it seriously, it wasn't a towel, it should be paper, how lazy!

Fang Mata took four paper towels from the bookshelf, lay down on his side on the bed, hugged the person lying on the books, and began to wipe his wet hair with the paper towels.While wiping, I looked at the face that seemed to be really asleep. Looking closely, the small freckles on the cheekbones were different in color.

His fingers brushed against both sides of the cheeks, and his fingertips rubbed his skin red. He tried his best to control his strength, but he couldn't control the pain at all.

Looking strong is actually a snail!

An anxious person with a slow reaction speed, retracting into the shell and whatever you do is useless.But if you ask him to abandon that shell for you, you are afraid that you will not be able to give him another shell to protect him from wind and rain!

Throwing the wet paper towel into the trash can, the strands of hair were still stuck together. Fang Mata inserted five fingers into the hair and swept it back and forth. After a while, it finally dried up, and his hands were sore.

"The other side." Fang Mata said as he brushed his hairline with his thumb.

Fu Jianxi turned her head obediently, and pointed the back of her head at the speaker.

It was another hand-drying of the hair, and it was almost dry. Fang Mata didn't tell him to turn his head, but directly started, holding his head with both hands and turning him into a face-to-face posture.

Fu Jianxi's face looked redder than usual. He took a closer look and found that it looked like an allergic infection. "Allergic?" He pointed his finger at the reddish part.

"No." Fu Jianxi's words were nasal, soft and lazy.

"What's going on?" Fang Mata posted it and studied it carefully.He protects the whole person like a baby, and now he realizes that this face is like this.

"Make-up, too much makeup removal." Fu Jianxi pulled the book out from under her face and put it on top of her head, flipping through a page indiscriminately, her head changed from lying on her side to her chin resting on the pillow, her eyes narrowed into a thin slit, Adjusting to the light and looking at the open book.

Fang Mata stared at his frequently trembling eyelashes, stretched out his hand to touch them, the eyelashes swept across his fingertips, the feeling was not obvious, but it was itchy, so he quickly touched the other eye.

After these two strokes, Fu Jianxi didn't blow her hair, but simply lay down on the pillow again, squinting her eyes at the person whose face was resting on her head.

A sleepy look, an abnormally red face, and an abnormal temper.Fang Mata held his breath, wanting to see if he would return to normal in the next second.This is so abnormal and scary!

So obedient, so beautiful!

"Hold it, I won't save you even if you don't fall into the pit." Fu Jianxi smiled wantonly, with a dimple on one side of her mouth looming.

"Hoo~!" Fang Mata let out the suffocated breath.He took another deep breath, exhausted his breath, kissed Fu Jianxi on the mouth, and then quickly retreated.

Fang Yan looked at Fu Jianxi with wide eyes and still kept that smile, and he felt much happier mentally.But then, the person lying on his side was replaced by his entire face buried in the pillow.

The corners of Fang Matata's mouth just raised disappeared again!

He has always known that this person can affect his emotions the most, but now he understands even more, even such a small movement can make his sea of ​​clouds turn into a swamp and struggle!

Fang Mata sighed and buried his face in the back of his neck, his lips gently brushed every inch of skin.

Fu Jianxi tilted her head back, twisted her neck, "itch!"

"Yes, I know." Fang Mata said vaguely.Now he suddenly realizes that every time he moves, there are too many emotions mixed in, both for things, for people, and for himself.

"What time?" Fu Jianxi found Fang Yu's face with his backhand, and covered his mouth, which was rubbing his ear, with his palm.

Fang Yu paused for a moment, and suddenly opened his mouth to bite the palm that was covering his mouth. Although he tried his best to control the force, he still made a deep tooth mark.This sentence was like a concluding remark, Fang Yu lay back on his pillow, and with the hand on Fu Jianxi's waist, he turned Fu Jianxi into his arms.

"Eight o'clock." After a pause, he said, "Go to sleep!" He stretched out one hand to the wall beside the bed, tapped the switch, and turned off the ceiling light.

After a long time, no one moved.

Fang Mata half turned to hold the person in his arms.

Fu Jianxi curled up, her forehead resting on his shoulder.

Listening to breathing, both of them seem to have fallen asleep peacefully.

In fact, it was just that one was looking at the shimmering light coming in from the gap in the curtains, and the other was staring at the gently rising and falling chest.

The next day, Fu Jianxi got up and the people around him left.

He and Dajian ate the breakfast on the table, porridge, fried eggs and fried bacon!

Dajian didn't notice anything unusual, and Fu Jianxi didn't say anything either.

Nothing seems to have changed!

Mid-September, the Mid-Autumn Festival, is also the Wednesday of this week.

After Fu Jianxi got out of class in the afternoon, she asked Li Rongtian for leave, and went directly to Dongshan Cemetery after saying that she was going to visit the grave.

The sun was setting and the people sitting in front of the tombstone halfway up the mountain looked at the whole city shrouded in orange-red sunset.The sun was sinking, and a third of the setting sun disappeared into the buildings to the west.

Flying birds slide slowly past like ink dots.The pines and cypresses on both sides of the cemetery also turned black.

"Before you leave, you always tell me that there are many things in the world, and there are many people walking alone. Don't think about the people who left, the past, keep your eyes on the light, stare at the light, and one day you will come to the side of the sun." Am I the kind of person you said walking alone?" Fu Jianxi hung a bunch of keys on her index finger, kept going around in circles, and continued to talk to herself after a pause, "I met someone,... ... Zhuo Ran is independent! Tell me, can we move forward together?" He stared at the sunset that was about to disappear, as if waiting for an answer, and after a while, he stood up abruptly. "Tomorrow is the anniversary of your death, so I won't come to see you. Make grandma happy, don't always keep a long face."

Going down the stairs, the edges of the bluestone slabs are worn out and irregular.

At this time, people are all descending the mountain.Not much, but you can be a companion!

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Dajian greeted him and Lin Buyu early and went to his house for dinner.

Fu Jianxi came out of the cemetery and walked a long way before catching a taxi. He first went to the University of Foreign Studies to pick up Lin Buyu, and after the two met, they rushed to Dajian's house for the holiday together.

In the first week after Fang Yu left, Fang Qin approached him.

On Friday, after Fu Jianxi finished training, she took a shower from the lounge, changed her clothes and just walked out when she met Fang Qin standing in the corridor.

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The update on the 29th will be delayed, sorry!