How can you fall in love with your fan!

On the way back, the man lowered his head and checked Weibo without saying a word. Lucy brought the driver to pick up Wu Ruiqing, and checked with him on the work schedule for next week on the way.While listening to her talk, Wu Ruiqing distractedly clicked on her phone.

Wu Ruiqing: [Are you in a better mood? 】

Gu Zhuoli: 【Hmm...】

After a while, the man hissed, as if he couldn't help it.

【I was thinking that you bumped heads with me just now...Damn it, what kind of weird tribal ritual was that? 】

Wu Ruiqing frowned and looked at him sideways, 【Don't you feel comforted? 】

Gu Zhuo said duplicity: [No. 】

After he was angry, he seemed to be tortured even more. He put the phone back in his pocket, feeling in a mess.

Meeting Ms. Chen Meijun was enough to break down, but Mr. Wu pinched the back of his neck and forced him to touch his forehead, which added a lingering dryness to the breakdown.

I can't tell where I am dry, but I feel bad all over.

The man couldn't help touching his forehead, feeling that the low fever last night hadn't completely faded away.

My forehead is hot, and my ears are also feverish. I want to find something cold to cool down...

He searched around in the car, his eyes fixed on Wu Ruiqing's side face.

——Mr. Wu's hand touching his chest last night was cold, and the forehead touching him today is also cold.Then his face is probably cool too, if you paste it, the fever will be gone immediately.

There are seven seats for business, and the two seats in the first row at the back are separated.Gu Zhuoli hated this car, and even more hated the woman who sat in the co-pilot and talked endlessly.

He sighed unbearably, and the sigh covered Lucy's voice, and the whining almost filled the space in the car.

Lucy choked.Out of some kind of metaphysical instinct of being a secretary for many years, she wisely ended the work halfway through the report, and asked instead: "Boss, we will get off the expressway soon, shall we take you back to your residence directly?"

Wu Ruiqing said "Yes", "Gu Dong is with me, he left something at my place."

"Okay." Lucy shut up and stopped talking.

Wu Ruiqing didn't let her continue to report, he looked at Gu Zhuoli, "Are you feeling better?"

The man refused to answer, and typed another line on the phone.

[So what kind of ancient and mysterious ritual is it?What are you doing knocking on my forehead? 】

Wu Ruiqing was speechless in front of those two question marks, and replied word by word: [Is there something wrong with you, why are you entangled in such trivial matters? 】

[This is not a trivial matter, you grabbed the back of my fate's neck and hit my forehead! 】

Wu Ruiqing: [...Then I apologize to you? 】

The man moved on the seat, [That's not necessary, I was just shocked, I've never seen you like this. 】

【…】

Both the online and offline communication between the two were a bit awkward, and in Wu Ruiqing's view, this awkwardness was obviously without reason.He looked out of the car window for a while, then picked up his phone and clicked on the browser.

——"How to comfort a heart-wounded man in Northeast China."

Probably this kind of search is also unprecedented, and the search results are not accurate. The top one is "How do people from the Northeast say they love you".

Wu Ruiqing was stunned for a moment when he saw the headline, and then he thought to himself, isn't this a disease? Doesn't loving you just mean "I love you", regardless of the region.

He scrolled down a few more, and finally saw a relatively close search result.

"My roommate in Northeast China is depressed, what should I do?" "

Wu Rui counted and opened, and there are three replies below.

【drink wine!Let him talk!Peel the garlic for him!barbecue! 】

[Fight with him!I have never gotten along with people from the Northeast, but I think as long as there is a fight, the big brothers will be more or less comfortable]

[Call him a meal!Shameless, hypocritical fart? 】

Wu Ruiqing wasn't very satisfied with these three suggestions, but he couldn't think of anything else.

He had no choice but to read those few articles again, and silently removed the word "fight" in his mind—Gu Zhuoli just came out of the hospital yesterday, and he was still a half-patient, he was afraid that he would beat someone badly up.Immediately afterwards, "swearing" was also ruled out. Wu Ruiqing's most brilliant scolding achievement in life was to spat with that mad dog of his opponent. If he really wanted to point his nose and scold a wronged friend, he couldn't do it.

One left...

Wu Ruiqing swallowed a mouthful of spit, and said with difficulty: "Lucy, I'll stop by a vegetable shop and buy me some garlic."

Lucy looked back at him suspiciously, not daring to ask further questions.Gu Zhuoli frowned and asked, "Why buy garlic?"

Wu Ruiqing tried his best to put on a calm demeanor who was well versed in the life style of Northeast China, "Go back and drink."

Gu Zhuoli was taken aback by him, "Drink with garlic?"

The man paused, feeling that he heard something powerful.He hesitated for a while, and then asked, "Didn't you stay in the UK for 17 years? Don't the British all pair red wine with cheese? What kind of wine is served with garlic?"

Wu Ruiqing looked at him seriously, "Erguotou, I bought a lot last time at home." You like it.

The man fell silent.

Lucy sat stiffly in the front row, wondering why Boss had so many bad habits after flying to Shanghai.

When the two returned home, Wu Ruiqing was holding a plastic bag with a head of garlic lightly in it.He washed his hands and came out, mentally prepared, and said, "Erguotou is in the cupboard, pour yourself how much you drink, and I'll peel the garlic for you."

Gu Zhuoli was deeply puzzled, "No, I still don't understand, why do I have to eat garlic?"

Wu Ruiqing didn't quite understand either.In fact, he really hates the smell of garlic, and he can't even smell the smell of delicately baked garlic cheese toast, let alone a live garlic in front of him.

He took a deep breath, and was about to reach out to touch it, when a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Gu Zhuoli is only three or four centimeters taller than him, but his palm is a whole circle bigger, and he can easily hold that slender wrist.It's useless, but it's not easy to break free.

The man's body temperature seems to be higher than that of ordinary people, Wu Ruiqing seems to be burned every time he touches it.This time, the wrist was held, and the temperature passed through the skin into the blood and flesh, which was more profound than ever before.

Wu Ruiqing looked up calmly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Gu Zhuoli frowned and said, "Do you have any misunderstandings about the Northeast people? When you are in a bad mood, drinking and eating garlic will not ease your mood."

Wu Ruiqing: "What will happen then?"

Gu Zhuoli looked at him seriously, "I can vomit."

"..."

The man threw the head of garlic into the trash can through the bag, then groped and sat down on the thick and soft carpet, leaning against the fluffy single sofa that Wu Ruiqing usually sat on, and said in a low voice: "Little President Wu, can you read poetry?"

Wu Ruiqing sat down on the sofa and looked down at the top of the man's head, "Huh?"

Gu Zhuoli: "It's fine if it's not poetry, you can tell me anything, I want to hear you talk."

Wu Ruiqing was silent for a while.

He can't comfort people, maybe reading a poem is really a better choice than trying to say some comforting words.

He took out a book from under the coffee table, and spread out a page at random. He even cut out a section of the poem on it as a star chasing blog.

Wu Ruiqing's voice is calm and cool, in a dry room with overheated heating, it seems to be able to soothe one's heart inch by inch.

"If you can come in the fall, I'll smooth out the summer, half scornful, half smiling, like a housekeeper chasing flies away."

"If I can see you in a year, I will wrap the months into groups and put them in different drawers until those times come."

……

"However, it is still uncertain when you and I will be together. This stings me like a poisonous bee, but it has not shown its stinger."

Gu Zhuoli felt a little familiar after hearing the first sentence, and wanted to wonder where he read it, but Wu Ruiqing's voice seemed to have a magical power, which quickly calmed his restless heart, and then he felt a raging drowsiness.

The man with long hands and long legs sat on the carpet like that, with one leg flat and the other bent, his right hand resting on the knee of the bent leg, and he fell asleep leaning against the armrest of the sofa with his eyes closed.

After Wu Ruiqing finished reading a poem, he heard the man's even breathing.

He held his breath, put the book down silently and slowly, then stood up, walked over to the man and sat down side by side.

The two leaned against the sofa behind them together, and Wu Ruiqing picked up a small blanket from the sofa and gently covered their feet.

At dusk and sunset, night fell, the lights were not turned on in the apartment, he sat beside the sleeping man, watching the gradually darkening sky outside the window.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows reminded him that in the terminal building today, the man who usually laughed and scolded was standing there at a loss, as if someone had suddenly switched to silent mode, and all the laughter in the past had been muted.

He sighed softly.

... a bit blocked, and it is blocked by other people's affairs.

Gu Zhuoli fell asleep, but he didn't sleep well.

In the dream, it was the summer when he was six years old. Ms. Chen Meijun threw the small silk scarf he bought with the mineral water bottle and saved money on the ground, and said impatiently: "Oh, you can buy the play house toys for five yuan in the small shop. What are you doing back? You are six years old, do you know that children from poor families should not waste money! Five dollars, your poor father has to sell ten more sausages to earn back, our family sells it every day now Don't move, okay?"

Little Zhuoli tried hard to keep his belly that was always disliked, blushing, "Mom, you like it. Last month, you and your dad felt that your old classmate wore a silk scarf."

Chen Meijun looked at this son of a bitch who looked nothing like her with a half-smile, "He wears a silk scarf from Hermès that looks good, what are you?"

Chen Meijun is an extreme fanatic of Hermes.I am so enthusiastic that even if I can't afford one item, I can know the price of each item, distribution requirements, where stores in the world are better to buy...all back and forth.

Gu Zhuoli's biggest confusion when he was a child was, why did his mother marry his father, and why did he give birth to him?Since you don't love your child, is it okay if you don't have children?

The dreadful dream crawled up the nerves of the man's whole body, he leaned back against the armrest of the sofa, his brows were tightly frowned, as if he would never be able to break free.

Wu Ruiqing watched for a while, and then suddenly lifted the blanket on his side.

The man felt a light breath approaching in his sleep, and a moment later, an inch of coolness touched his forehead again.

It was as if the anxious shackles of the dream had been broken in an instant, and his consciousness was awakened in an instant.

Before he could open his eyes, he heard a soft soft voice softly whispering on his lips: "This weird ceremony comes from the teacher of our orphanage."

The man's heart seemed to be clenched by something.

Orphanage...?

Wu Ruiqing's voice was as calm as ever, as if he was talking about someone else's life.

"She said that touching your forehead means that no matter who abandons you, there will always be someone who loves you in this world."

"So, every missing corner in your life will come back to you in another form sooner or later."

The man felt his heartbeat almost stopped in his chest, he couldn't tell whether he felt sorry for Wu Ruiqing or himself, a pang of sourness sneaked into his nasal cavity.

After Wu Ruiqing poured chicken soup for the sleeping man, he sat back to his original position a little uncomfortably, and laughed to himself after thinking about what happened just now.

He whispered: "Forget it, what to tell you fool."

Gu Zhuoli: "..."

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Gu Zhuoli: Me?stupid? ?

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