Beginning without end

Song Bai and Lu Fucheng had the biggest conflict ever. In fact, Song Bai's fire had been burning intermittently for three to five months, and finally broke out completely on October [-]st.But it doesn't count as a contradiction, it was Song Bai's unilateral trouble.

Lu Fucheng was really busy. He was doing interior design. It was common for him to work overtime and stay up late to modify the drawings. He also had to go to the site to modify and adjust at any time. In addition, his work attitude was strict and serious, so Song Bai would usually be ignored.

Their travel plan has been delayed from Labor Day to National Day.Song Bai was sensible, and asked him several times this time if he was sure to go out.Lu Fucheng nodded and said no problem.

So Song Bai stayed up for three or five days straight after returning home from get off work at night to prepare a guide and book tickets, but Lu Fucheng was temporarily busy and couldn't go out.

Song Bai was really wronged. In front of Lu Fucheng, he tore up the strategy notebook full of routes and various small shops.

"Are you someone outside?!"

Lu Fucheng grew up accustomed to Song Bai. He was afraid that Song Bai would get angry, but when he was asked such a question, his legs went limp.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm wrong. But this opportunity is really hard to come by this time. If I do it well and add the money I saved before, I can directly buy a house in your name." Lu Fucheng went to hug him and rubbed him comfortingly Looking at Song Bai's black hair: "A sister introduced me to a high-end apartment in Jing'an. The sponsor has very little requirements, so I can do it as I like."

Song Bai refused to speak out, he originally thought that as long as he was with this person, being happy every day was enough, Song Bai really didn't care how long Lu Fucheng could save a house in Shanghai.

"Ah Bai...Be good." Lu Fucheng sighed softly, the light brown pupils under the long eyelashes were the gentle warm color Song Bai was most familiar with: "The days will still be long."

The days to come are still long.This is the sentence that Lu Fucheng said the most to Song Bai.

Lu Fucheng was five years old when Song Bai was born, and lived opposite his house.Both of them were brought up by their grandparents, and they had a very good relationship since childhood.Lu Fucheng doted on him, starting with the big white rabbit toffee he saved, and now he wants to give Song Bai a house for two people.

"Don't be angry, Abai." Lu Fucheng was always stupid to Song Bai, even admitting a mistake was always a slap in the face: "Don't be angry, it's my fault."

Song Bai was angry, but he knew that Lu Fucheng had been working so hard for himself.Lu Fucheng himself does not have much desire for money. He has purely liked painting since he was a child, but he didn't want to use it to make a living. dusty.

Song Bai's attitude finally softened a bit: "...Your muscle sheath inflammation is better, and you have to take on jobs again. I won't be with you when I lose my hands."

Lu Fucheng is really a person who is too easy to be serious: "If I lose my hands, I won't delay you."

Song Bai's remaining fire was completely extinguished.He opened his mouth: "You go cook."

"I'll work overtime tomorrow, can you make me some snacks?" Lu Fucheng pinched Song Bai's fingers, tilted his head slightly to discuss, and the golden retrievers downstairs were not so careful and coquettish: "It doesn't need to be too complicated, cookies That's it."

Song Bai didn't study well when he was in school, he wasn't stupid, maybe he wasn't preoccupied by nature.I went to a vocational school in high school, where I studied West Point.He's very gifted at that, doing everything fast and well.

"You want to eat cookies after making me angry?" Song Bai snorted and pushed him away, paused on the way back to the bedroom, and walked into the kitchen after a detour: "Should I put raisins or almonds?"

In the end, Song Bai still made two kinds and put them neatly into a small box.The almond ones are on the bottom and the raisin ones are on top.As soon as the oven is turned on, the sweet aroma permeates the whole house.

Lu Fucheng slept so well for the first time in nearly two months. He held Song Bai tightly in his arms, and felt that what he was hugging was a small biscuit, and his whole body exuded the sweetness of milk flavor and saccharine.

Lu Fucheng No. [-] could only stay at home for most of the day, and the two of them spent all their time in the small rental house.

Their bedroom faces the sun, and half of the curtains are opened in the morning, allowing the warm and shining sunlight to shine in.Song Bai has good skin, and his whole body is as cold and white as warm jade. He drank a thin layer of sweat in Lu Fucheng's arms, and the sun was still a little dazzling.

Lu Fucheng is the most consistent man Song Bai has ever seen, even his love is as gentle and slow as usual.But it gave birth to a bit of itching.

Song Bai hooked Lu Fucheng's neck, and shouted coquettishly: "Cheng Cheng, Cheng Cheng..."

Lu Fucheng replied in a low voice: "Good boy, I love you."

His love for Song Bai is almost engraved in his bones, even this kind of thing can be comfortable with Ding Kemao holding on to Song Bai first, and never teased him.

Song Bai is a potted flower that Lu Fucheng carefully cultivated. It finally bloomed. The small petals are trembling and fleshy. How can you be willing to bully it a little?

At noon, after taking a bath for Song Bai and cooking dinner, he packed up and prepared to go out.

Song Bai's face darkened when he saw that he was about to leave, Lu Fucheng's wheat bran pillow was kicked off the bed by him, making a loud thud.Lu Fucheng turned back when he heard the movement, and squatted down to talk to Song Bai with his eyes level.

"If you want to throw it away again, I'll pick it up for you. If you don't want to throw it away, I'll take it to the balcony to dry." Lu Fucheng has been working at his desk for too long, and his spine is not good. This is the only hard pillow for him at home.

No matter how ignorant Song Bai was, he couldn't continue to make a fuss, he raised his chin, and insisted on putting on an excuse: "Don't throw it away."

Lu Fucheng smiled and kissed him on the cheek. No child is so spoiled: "Ah Bai is so good. I will make you a small wooden boat when I have time."

Song Bai likes the wooden boats made by Lu Fucheng the most. His handwork is very skillful and he can also carve patterns.When he was young, Song Bai liked to show off among a group of children with the little things that Lu Fucheng made for him.

Song Bai clinged to Lu Fucheng for a while, but finally couldn't find a reason not to let him go, and asked him to take some biscuits to eat at night.

After Lu Fucheng left, it didn't make much sense for Song Bai to lie down by himself.He got up to water the flowers, and played two games after eating.

Unsurprisingly lost.He spends more time scolding trolls than playing games.

But Lu Fucheng is smart, he can pick up everything quickly, and sometimes Song Bai can ask him to help him play a few rounds to get a ranking.Lu Fucheng is really the most perfect boyfriend in the world.Song Bai was a little complacent, planning to learn a few Chinese dishes to improve Lu Fucheng's food.

He is on vacation these days.The chain pastry shop I work in is about to move, and the new place is being packed these days.Song Bai didn't like the new address, because it was far away from home, and every time he came home from get off work and took the subway to catch up with the evening rush hour, he felt that he was going to lose a few pounds every time.But later, he calculated the route again, and found that this store was very close to Lu Fucheng's studio. It happened that he was on a half-day holiday for shifts, so he could suddenly go to check a post.

Song Bai put on his shoes and went out, planning to go to the bookstore to see if there were any new recipes, and reward Lu Fucheng when he was free.