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Fang Chi and Wen Tu had an argument.

There is no way to live together without quarreling, stumbling is inevitable, but it is always the bedside quarrel and the end of the bed, and in addition to the two people who have figured out each other's temper in the past few years, it stands to reason that there should be no more quarrels.

But that's only logical.

Fang Chi pursed his lips and watched Wen Tu throw his clothes from the bedroom to the floor one by one, and threw out his quilt, toothbrush and towel in the bathroom, then picked up the group photo of the year he won the championship by the bedside, and thought about it , not willing to do anything, finally Wen Tu came out of the bedroom, saw Fang Chi smoking in the living room, cursed silently, and slammed the door out.

The doorknob was cold, Fang Chi thought for a while when he held it, and finally wiped the sweat from his palms on his trousers, took Wen Tu's coat, opened the door and chased out.

At the end of February, the weather turned warm and cold, and the late night after the weary sunshine in the evening was as cold as deep winter.When Wen Tu ran out, he didn't bring a coat, he was wearing a pullover sweater and a shirt, and he didn't wear long johns—he didn't even think about going out today, or in other words, he didn't think about meeting Fang Chi at all. Quarreling - the wind blew on his face, and he couldn't help shivering.

Wen Tu felt that Fang Chi had been too busy recently, and he was going crazy.

The live broadcast platform held an annual meeting last week, and the whole process was broadcast live to benefit fans. Wen Tu, as half of the platform's pillar, was naturally invited to go.The annual meeting was in the middle of the night, and Fang was late to pick him up. The day was fine, and when the two returned home, they took advantage of Wen Tu drinking too much and messed around. Wen Tu couldn't get out of bed the next day. Go live.

Probably the bad thing is that he drank too much. After Wen Tu drank too much, his mind was not very clear. He couldn't remember who he met and what he did. At that time, the world in his eyes came like a tumbler Swaying, but I didn't do anything out of the ordinary, I still have this awareness.

Who would have imagined that within a few days, Fang Chi would hold up a mobile phone with the recording of the annual meeting on it, asking Wen Tu to watch it by himself.

Wen Tu looked at it for a long time but didn't see any tricks, so he asked with a puzzled face, "What's wrong?"

Fang Chi's face was sullen, and his tone of voice was a bit aggressive: "Look for yourself."

Wen Tu went over and over the short section where he appeared on the stage, but found nothing wrong. Finally, he took a glance and saw the hand of an anchor of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds next door resting on his shoulder.

Wentu: ...

Wen Tu pursed his lips: "You can't do that, can you?"

Fang Chi's temper seemed to be offended by him because of this sentence. He snatched the phone back and threw it heavily on the table. He took a few deep breaths to calm down his tone: "Do you think it's called that?"

Wen Tu really didn't think it was anything, after all, it could be anything, Yi Fan's clinginess towards Fang Chi a few years ago, Wen Tu dragged him out and shot him long ago, so he glanced at Fang Chi suspiciously: " Are you in menopause?"

When the voice falls, it is a quarrel.Fang Chi said, "I know what you do when you're drunk. If I'm not by your side, can you take care of yourself? It's just an annual meeting. What are you drinking so much for?"

Wen Tu just said four words: What are you doing?

Then the two of them will follow you?And not so?Two sentences quarreled for half an hour.

In the end, Wen Tu couldn't take it anymore, and couldn't do anything directly, so he ran to the house to vent his anger. When he came back, Fang Chi had already lit a cigarette.

After the two of them lived together, Fang Chi stopped smoking. Firstly, Wen Tu didn’t like the smell, and secondly, smoking was indeed bad for his health. He didn’t have any addictions, so he quit as soon as he quit, but he always carried a pack of cigarettes with him. Cigarettes, there is always a time to pass cigarettes when running in the stage.

This time Fang Chi took out the cigarette again and lit it, which showed that he was really a little angry.Wen Tu stared at the lingering smoke, and his temper also came up. He was obviously confused but then lost his temper, slammed the door and ran out, and now he was sitting in the coffee shop sulking.

The air conditioner in the coffee shop was fully turned on, but Wen Tu was naturally afraid of the cold, and his hands and feet were frozen. He didn't recover until the brewed coffee was served and he took a sip.

There were people coming and going outside the window, most of them were walking quickly on the way home, not paying too much attention to him, the person sitting by the window looking out.

Wen Tufa was stunned for a while, feeling that Fang Chi was being too baffled, so he simply took out his phone again, connected to the wifi in the coffee shop, and re-watched the live broadcast of the annual meeting.

After watching for a while, he was suddenly taken aback, staring fixedly at the upper right corner of the screen, as if he understood why Fang Chi was so angry.

When the staff of the live broadcast came to show Wen Tu the camera, the anchor of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds happened to come over to talk to him, and Wen Tu responded casually and smiled politely.

As soon as the camera swept over, the anchor put his hand on Wen Tu's shoulder, Wen Tu pursed his lips, and opened the anchor's hand after waiting for the camera to sweep over, but the man directly took his hand, rubbing his fingertips against his palm Ceng, with a malicious smile on his face.

Wen Tu's temper has calmed down a bit in recent years, otherwise he would have beaten him to the ground on the spot.He only frowned at that time, he couldn't see clearly after drinking too much, and even squinted his eyes, he couldn't see the face of the person standing opposite him clearly.

The man approached suddenly, took Wen Tu's hand, kissed him on the forehead and said a few words. The two got very close. After the man finished speaking, he left gracefully. Wen Tu looked at him like he was insane. After walking far away, he took a glass of wine and found a clean place.

Neither of them thought that all of this would be recorded by the camera, even though it was just an inconspicuous corner in the upper right corner, ordinary people would not be able to notice it at all while watching the live broadcast, and they don't know how Fang Chi saw it.

Wen Tu covered his forehead and stared blankly.

Is there really such a thing?

he thinks.

Although he really didn't remember it, but seeing is believing, Fang Chi's inexplicable temper can be considered to have found the source.

"..." After hesitating again and again, Wen Tu still called Fang Chi.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to be much calmer.

Wen Tu didn't know what to say, twisted the hem of his clothes with his fingers, and opened his mouth, "I'm at the coffee shop on the corner of the street."

"I know." After speaking, the door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and the welcoming bell at the door rang loudly. Fang Chi stood at the door and looked inside. After locking the location, he hung up the phone and left. Come in.

"Is it cold?" Fang Chi handed him the coat.

"Cold." Wen Tu took the coat and put it on slowly.Looking up at the person opposite, his fingers were tightly intertwined, he cleared his throat, and whispered, "I won't drink next time."

Fang Chi was a little surprised by the change in his attitude. His eyes fell on the phone screen on his desk, and he thought: "Did you miss the point at all just now?"

Wen Tu frowned and nodded heavily.

Fang Chi looked at Wen Tu dumbfounded, stretched out his hand to untangle his entangled fingers, and held his hand himself: "I didn't make it clear."

Wen Tu nodded again: "That's right, you didn't make it clear."

Fang Chi laughed: "Based on what you're saying, the two of us are half the same when we quarrel?"

Wen Tu looked at his smile: "...More than half of me."

"It's not that you are not allowed to drink. You can drink whatever you want when I am here. It's okay to get drunk, but..."

"I didn't want to drink it," Wen Tu interrupted him, "They brought the wine over, I don't know how to push it."

"Next time, tell me that your family has menopause where you lose your temper when you get drunk, and they won't force you." After Fang Chi finished speaking, he changed the topic again, "You take it easy when I'm not around, the main thing is You're so cute when you're drunk, you know?"

Wen Tu stared at him with wide eyes, raised his hand to touch the goosebump on the back of his neck, and murmured vaguely.

Fang Chi thought for a while: "It's weird to want to fuck."

Wentu: ...

"...Anyway, you can't lose your temper next time." Wen Tu cleared his throat and changed the subject.

"You still have a next time?" Fang Chi smiled and squeezed his hand.

Wentu: ...

Wen Tu withdrew his hand, buttoned his coat, and after paying the bill, he and Fang Chi walked towards home step by step.

Orange street lights lit up on the side of the street, casting long slanted shadows on pedestrians, and another gust of wind blew by, sweeping over with raindrops, Fang Chi turned around and buttoned the hat on Wen Tu's clothes for him, He touched the fluff on the brim of the hat twice.

"Hey, who do you think you learned the habit of running outside whenever you quarreled?" Fang Chi took his hand and stuffed it into his pocket.

"I'm afraid I'll beat you up." Wen Tu held his hand and rubbed the back of his hand gently with his fingers, "Domestic violence is shameful."

"Do you know what I was thinking when you slammed the door and left?" Fang Chi also smiled.

"What?" Wen Tu asked him.

"It fell so fucking loudly, as expected of my father." Fang Chi said while laughing, and after finishing speaking, Wen Tu also laughed.

The two laughed as they walked, and passers-by cast all kinds of glances at them from time to time, and they didn't realize it, and walked all the way back to their home.

Wen Tu finally stopped laughing, lowered his head and pressed the down button of the elevator, raised his head again, and looked at Fang Chi and cursed crazy.

When Fang Chi had a psychotic attack, he really didn't look like a person. He didn't make a sound after hearing Wen Tu's scolding, and waited for the elevator to come. He pulled him in and kissed him against the door. Entering the room with Wen Tu, he came directly on the sofa once.

"Are you...still jealous?" Wen Tu narrowed his eyes and asked him, "I don't remember what that person looks like..."

Fang Chi kissed Wen Tu, and when he had had enough, he stretched out his hand and pulled Wen Tu's face: "You only know now that I'm jealous?"

"To...well, as for?" Wen Tu asked him again.

Fang Chi smiled, and pressed his body mercilessly: "As for it."

The two messed around again.Wen Tu didn't go out all year round, and his physical strength was getting weaker every year. This time, Fang Chi dragged him to take a shower, and then he collapsed on the bed and couldn't move.

Fang Chi wrapped the quilt up for him, turned on the computer and logged into Wentu's live broadcast account, without turning on the microphone and camera, waited for more than ten minutes, and after the fans were reminded, Fang Chi slowly turned on the microphone.

Before the camera on his side was turned on, a banner was hung on the screen. It was a tip from a Jedi anchor, the most expensive gift on the platform, the kind that hung a one-minute banner on the live broadcast interface.

Fang Chi twitched the corner of his mouth and turned on the camera.

The fans were taken aback, and quickly posted barrage again.

"Good evening Fang Daxia! I have liked you for a long time! Where is Wen Tu?"

"@Wentu, where? Come out to broadcast live."

"@文途, Kiss, we don't recommend pro-broadcasting here."

"Fuck me, Fang Chi?? Why is he at Wen Tu's house? Don't they have a bad relationship?"

"Here, I suggest you click on Baidu upstairs and search for Wen Tu's coming out of the closet and confession on the field, which will open the door to a new world."

"Yeah, they don't have a good relationship at all, it's just a matter of sharing a bed."

"Hello everyone, I am your broken leg."

Fang Chi watched the barrage for a while, smiled and turned his attention to the banner still hanging on the screen of the live broadcast room on the webpage. He cleared his throat, read out the ID of the Jedi anchor, and then turned to Wen Tu : "Do you know this person?"

Wen Tu huddled under the quilt: ...

Wen Tu: "...I don't know."

"I really didn't take a closer look. Is that Wen Tu on the bed at the back?"

"Why is your voice hoarse?"

"I rely on me to think of something... Tutu, you are only in your twenties, and your mother won't let you fall in love, and your mother won't let you!"

"Why is it here again upstairs? Didn't you say that you can drag her out so that she can walk decently?"

"OK, the deceased is currently emotionally stable."

"This is so fucking weird, why doesn't Wen Tu live broadcast by himself in the back?"

Fang Chi saw this barrage and smiled: "He's not feeling well today, please let me take the shift."

Question marks appeared on the barrage again.

Fang Chi clicked on a live broadcast with No.4 in the live broadcast contribution list, copied his ID, and said softly: "This anchor has given a lot of rewards, why don't we block him."

After finishing speaking, regardless of the question mark on the screen, she turned to Wen Tu and asked, "What do you think?"

Wen Tu didn't know, Wen Tu didn't want to talk, Wen Tu slowly stretched his arms out of the bed, and raised his middle finger at Fang Chi's back.

Fang Chi didn't block the person, but gave it to a room manager, and then clicked on the game, and the live broadcast was really on behalf of him, but he called his own number, and the barrage didn't say anything, only occasionally a few just came in The fans saw that Fang Chi was a little confused, so after asking a few words, the barrage told him that Wen Tu was overworked.

The two of them broadcasting alternately like this has no effect on the platform. When Chaoguan came to ask, Fang Chi only said that Wen Tu had a cold and felt unwell. One eye, never mind.

After the broadcast ended, Fang Chi fiddled with his phone for a while before lying down on the bed, hugging Wen Tu in his arms, and fell asleep peacefully.

That night, a host who was being protested received a friend request, and after passing it, he received a transfer from the other party. It was the money he gave Wen Tu as a gift, not a penny.