Auxiliary super fierce

As soon as the beginning of spring passed, the magnolia downstairs sprouted buds.

It happened to be spring when Fang Chi and Wen Tu moved. In the early spring, which was warm and cold, the white magnolias were all over the branches, clustered together one by one, and occasionally a few petals swirled and fell down, quietly. Lie there quietly.

Spring and autumn came, and the magnolia downstairs bloomed and failed again. Seven or eight times of flowering had passed in a blink of an eye, and it had been seven or eight years since they moved here.

In the early morning, the rain fell all over the ground, and the crackling sound of falling on the canopy broke the whole tranquility, but this noise was far inferior to the ringtone of the mobile phone.

After a while, the mobile phone was connected, and the voice of the conversation was suppressed to an extremely low level, which happened to be covered by the sound of rain.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Chi pushed the door open and walked in. He walked with his heels on the ground and stood by the bed. Wen Tu heard his breathing trembling, but his voice was steady when he spoke: "Fang Zaidong is sick, cancer."

Wen Tu opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. After waking up for a while, he shifted his gaze to Fang Chi's face, and said with a hoarse and vague ending: "Then do you want to go back?"

"...I don't know." Fang Chi took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed. He even put the quilt into his arms before he relaxed, "I just heard it suddenly, and I was a little dazed."

"Yeah." Wen Tu cooperatively rubbed against his arms.

Fang Chi didn't speak.

The door was not closed properly, and he got in through the crack of the door on time, and successfully landed on the bed with a catapult 800 meters away. He ran fast all the way, and shrank to Wen Tu's lazily meowing.

"How old are you now?" Fang Chi asked Wen Tu softly, twirling Wen Tu's hair with his fingers.

"Eight years old." Wen Tu yawned, pushed Fang Chi away and sat up, hugged Timely into his arms, scratched its hair and then turned to look at Fang Chi, "I want to eat the steamed bun from the shop downstairs Bag."

"Yeah." Fang Chi also sat up, "I'll go buy it."

Wen Tu nodded, watched Fang Chi walk out of the bedroom, meditated for a while, took the phone and fiddled with it for a while, and got up too.

After washing up slowly, Fang Chi just came back. The two of them had breakfast around the dining table, and their eyes met inadvertently. Fang Chi paused for a while with the hands holding the bowls and chopsticks, and then said, "Go back and have a look."

"Yeah." Wen Tu wasn't surprised that Fang Chi would say that, "I've bought the ticket."

Fang Chi was stunned for a while before he smiled helplessly.

Since buying a house, I rarely returned to this city, and the street scene was no longer what I remembered. The two got out of the car and went to the hotel to rest for a while before heading to the hospital.Fang Chi frowned as if he could smell the disinfectant at the door, and took Wen Tu to the ward floor that Fang Zao had sent him.

In the early years when they used perfunctory lies to cheat Fang Chi out of money, they didn't seem to have thought that they would really get sick, and Fang Zaidong squandered all the money long ago.After the division of households, they called several times to scold people, and after being scolded by Wen Tu, they never called again... They never thought that it would be such a scene to meet again.

Fang Zaidong was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his bony appearance made it impossible to connect him with the previous Fang Zaidong. If it wasn't for the slight heaving of his chest, he would have thought there was a corpse lying on the bed at first glance.

As soon as Fang Chi opened the door, Zuo Ting and Fang Zao looked over.Zuo Ting obviously didn't know that Fang Zao had notified Fang Chi, the surprise and embarrassment in her eyes were obvious, Wen Tu frowned, but she could even see a hint of anger from shame in her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Zuo Ting's voice was hoarse, "Isn't it self-supporting, isn't it very beautiful?"

No one took her word for it.Fang Chi went in and put the fruit he bought on the bedside, and took a good look at Fang Zaidong. The person on the bed seemed to be aware of it, and slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes were cloudy.

"Fang Chi?" Fang Zaidong murmured, "Fang Chi?"

Fang Chi opened his mouth, and finally answered him.

The ward was so quiet that a needle could be heard clearly. After a long time, Zai Dong let out a long sigh, stared straight at the ceiling, and said nothing.

Fang Chi didn't intend to stay longer, the atmosphere here was almost suffocating.He took a last look at Zuo Ting, turned around, and walked out with Wen Tu.

The air outside the hospital was free, Fang Chi took a deep breath, turned around and saw Wen Tu following behind, looking at him with some worry.

"What's wrong?" Fang Chi smiled.

"Go back to the hotel." Wen Tu shook his head.

It was the first time for the two of them to be so silent after living together. From the time they took a taxi back to the hotel at the gate of the hospital, when Wen Tu returned to the hotel, he pressed his head to his chest.The breathing of each other was as steady as the sea before the storm, Wen Tu lowered his head and rubbed against Fang Chi's somewhat tangled hair, and asked him in a low voice, "What are you thinking?"

Fang Chi was silent for a while: "The next time I see Zuo Ting, it will be when she dies."

Wen Tu bit his lips hesitantly, but didn't speak.

"I don't have any feelings for them, but they still gave me a home, even though it's fictitious," Fang Chi said intermittently, "I still want to keep it... Even if it's not for me, leave it blank Isn’t the shell pretty there too?”

"It's not pretty." Wen Tu muttered.

Fang Chi laughed, and suddenly stopped laughing for a while, and then paused for a while before murmuring something, but Wen Tu didn't hear clearly.

The two hugged each other tightly like dying people. After a long time, Wen Tu sighed: "Today is Valentine's Day."

"En." Fang Chi responded to him, "Are you hinting at me?"

"No." Wen Tu pinched his neck, "I just wanted to change the subject, lest your Holy Father get sick."

"Holy father's disease really doesn't work like that." Fang Chi smiled and pinched his waist back, "Your topic change is so smooth, it's so smooth that I'm about to cry."

Wen Tu twitched the corners of his mouth and laughed.

"Okay, I'll just mourn for a while." Fang Chi pushed Wen Tu, motioning for him to let go, "Shall we go out and play?"

"What are you playing?" Wen Tu let go of him.

"A day trip to the Internet cafe." Fang Chi smiled, "Where else can we go?"

In fact, the two of them traveled to many places during their vacations in the past two years, and occasionally met former teammates who also traveled around, often chatting and rushing to Internet cafes.

Wen Tu occasionally thinks, if he didn't come to NK, then he would go home directly after being kicked out by ATS, find a job or find an opportunity to contact another team, will the story change later?

When he asked this question, Fang Chi thought about it for a long time, and then told him: "If you didn't come to NK, then we should be strangers or an unfamiliar support from the next team. Such a relationship. But if I didn't When I met you, I should have been driven crazy by Fang Zaidong and the others."

Fang Chi may really have a longing for home in his heart, which oppresses him to lean towards Fang Zaidong.Fortunately, he met a young man who would press his head against his chest when comforting him. He was not too tactful or good at talking, but he just couldn't tell.

Fang Fang hadn't said these words for a long time. He couldn't find a chance to say them, and there was no need to say them. He felt that Wen Tu could understand what he was thinking, just like those two tickets today.

At this time, Wen Tu just sat on the bed and asked him seriously: "If you were a fruit, would you also have a 'sense of belonging' to the juicer?"

Fang Chi was stunned for a while, then suddenly laughed, until the two of them entered the Internet cafe downstairs and were still laughing.

Wen Tu ignored him, clicked on LOL, entered the account number, grabbed Fang Chi's keyboard, and helped him log in to the account.

"Come on." Wen Tu said, "Try to move."

Fang Chi looked up and saw that Wen Tu landed on the trumpet they first met.

"Okay." Fang Chi accepted his invitation, the two chose Mondo, re-entered the Summoner's Canyon, and went straight to the Great Dragon Pit, "The third Mondo Dragon Pit solo competition—"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Tu Q hit him.

Wen Tu poked his eyes at him, Fang Chi raised his eyebrows, closed the microphone and began to operate seriously.

I don’t know when it rained again outside the window, washing away the last sliver of the winter wind. The real spring will come after the beginning of spring, and it will sprinkle a piece of warm sun on the earth.