Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

Christmas in 2017 was an extraordinary day. On this day, three major events happened and changed the lives of four people.

Event [-]: Qichu won the land in Fengbu;

Event [-]: Xiang Fei took down Mr. Yan;

Event [-]: Xueba took down Fang Xiaomo (?)

I'm sorry to say it the other way around, it was Fang Xiaomo who won the top student.

In short, after what happened on Christmas Eve, even if Cheng Du didn't fall in love with Fang Zhimo because of sex, it was impossible for him to pretend to be President Yan anymore.

But some people couldn't believe it. The sea of ​​jealousy caused a lot of moths, and later they threw out all kinds of harsh additional conditions, and in the end he was locked up with a ring.

Cheng Du was in a lot of pain, from work and entertainment to small things like hair style and the perfume he used today, he had to match someone well before he could go out.

This guy is a control freak. At the beginning, he agreed to him out of the heat of his brain. Now he is fine and knows the pain.

Cheng Du looked at the gleaming ring on his finger, and heaved a long sigh.

--Hey.

While Cheng Du was sitting at his desk feeling infinitely melancholy, Fang Zhimo was also sitting on the bar chair of Qiye Bar feeling melancholy.

After that, Xueba often stared in a daze at the photos of the two of them when they were young, and asked him what he was thinking about. He said he was thinking about things when he was young, and asked him what he remembered, but he always shook his head and said he couldn't remember.

Fang Zhimo was so melancholy, he sighed while drinking honey grapefruit tea.

Tan Yuan who was sitting on the side was helpless, and said, "Fang Ju, are you inviting me out for a drink, or are you inviting me out to watch you sigh?"

Fang Zhimo looked up at him, sighed again, and said, "Boss Tan, actually..."

When he said this, he cleared his throat and turned a corner: "It's actually like this. I have a friend who is very depressed recently. He thinks that the closest friend has forgotten everything about them when they were young. You What do you mean by him? Did you not put me at ease at all!"

Speaking of the last sentence, Fang Zhimo put the grapefruit tea on the table, and his voice rose unknowingly.

Seeing his reaction, Tan Yuan already guessed who his "friend" was.

He thought for a while, and earnestly said: "Not necessarily. Did this friend encounter any major changes during his growth?"

Fang Zhimo was stunned, then turned his head and said, "Yes, his parents divorced, and I heard that the process was quite tragic."

Qin Yuan nodded: "That's right. Freud once pointed out that human beings have an instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, especially children. If he encounters major changes in the process of growing up, he will automatically choose Forgetting those past events, things at the same stage as those past events are easily forgotten by them selectively, and we call this phenomenon 'self-defense mechanism'."

"Self defense?"

Fang Zhimo felt a little unbelievable after hearing it, but felt as if he had finally caught some breakthrough.

If Xueba forgets him because it is not a subjective reason, maybe it can be saved?

"Well. According to my observation, what Cheng Du forgot was all after his parents' relationship began to change. He still remembers the things before that."

Qin Yuan said.

After hearing this sentence, Fang Zhimo didn't care how Tan Yuan knew he was talking about Cheng Du, he just propped his head and squinted his eyes, thinking of his own thoughts.

He thought of Cheng Du's eyes, Cheng Du's smile.

Maybe it's because his requirements are too high, or because he is too obsessed with the past, he always feels that Cheng Du now is a bit different from before.

There was always something missing in his eyes and smile, something warm that never came back.

Tan Yuan looked at him like that, and said with a tsk: "If you really hope that he can recall it, why not just take him to find those memories of the past."

Fang Zhimo suddenly raised his head, his eyes lit up with dots of light: "Looking for memories? How to find them?"

In the distance, a man in a suit and leather shoes came out of the brightly lit building. When he saw the world covered in silver outside, he let out a breath of steam and reached out to catch a snowflake.

The man's movements were extremely gentle, and the snowflakes all over the sky fell on him, as if he had fallen into an eternal destination, and the beauty became a gentle painting.

Fang Zhimo watched quietly, and couldn't help but honked the horn twice.

The man raised his head, quickly saw him, and walked over from a distance.

His suits are always so well-tailored, making him slender and upright. He is obviously of the same body as himself, but there is always a little more abstinence.

Fang Zhimo looked a little anxious, and when Cheng Du sat in, he couldn't help but grab him and took a sip.

Except for when he was mad (love), Fang Zhimo is usually very restrained, and will not touch Cheng Du casually outside, so when he kissed like this, Cheng Du was so shocked that he couldn't even breathe. They both messed up two shots.

It is said that a beautiful woman is poison, and so is a beautiful man.

The two of them got close, and Fang Zhimo's eyelashes and light breath swept across Cheng Du's face, making each other's hearts itch, wishing they could stretch out their hands and scratch them to their heart's content.

But now they are still downstairs in the company, it would be embarrassing to be seen.

As the air heated up, Cheng Du took a sharp breath, his heart beating like a drum.

Fang Zhimo didn't seem to realize that something was wrong, seeing a hand touching Cheng Du's glasses, with a slight force, Cheng Du's heart suddenly rang out, and he struggled to push him away.

This push seemed to bring back Fang Zhimo's rationality. He glanced at Cheng Du's embarrassing expression with a little ecstasy, his face flushed, and he turned his head and pursed his lips quietly.

Looking at the crowds of people outside the car window, Cheng Du, who narrowly escaped death, heaved a sigh of relief.

Ever since the two of them got together, Cheng Du's Touareg was basically idle, its only function was to park it in the garage to keep out dust.

And his new "driver" has just been promoted to the chief of the bureau recently, and there are too many things to do, but as long as Cheng Du refuses to pick him up, this guy will blow his beard and stare like he wants to eat people.

All right, then take it.

Cheng Du silently turned down the business car provided by the company and gave the poor genuine driver a long vacation.

When he was thinking about what ingredients were left in the refrigerator, whether this guy with big eyes and small belly would buy a lot of immortal food and throw it at home to get moldy, Cheng Du suddenly realized that something was wrong, and said: "This is not the way home."

Fang Zhimo looked out the window, hummed, and his ears turned red.

The downside of having too fair skin is that no matter how you cover it up, the redness will always find a way to appear, but the person concerned doesn't know it yet.

Seeing the paradoxical composure on the man's face, Cheng Du turned his head away and couldn't help but chuckle.

If you want to say when a man is most attractive, it is probably when he is wearing a tie, buttoning his cuffs, or driving a car with full concentration.

Cheng Du has seen many people driving, but he has never seen anyone driving with such concentration as Fang Zhimo.

Under the warm orange light, his eyes shone with changing lights and shadows, like layers of waves surging from a black deep pool.

Cheng Du unconsciously admired it for a while, and couldn't help asking again: "Where are we going?"

Fang Zhimo looked out the window, holding the steering wheel firmly with his gloved hand, put down his other ungloved hand, and held Cheng Du's left hand aside: "You will know when you arrive."

The snow outside did not stop, but Fang Zhimo held his hand very warmly.

Cheng Du turned his head to look out the window again, but turned his palms around, and quietly clasped the fingers of the person next to him.

Fang Zhimo turned his head in surprise, looked at the Xueba who was obviously guilty, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and tightened the clasped hand.

Fang Zhimo did not take Cheng Du home for dinner today, but took him to a private restaurant.

The restaurant's service was excellent. Not long after the two of them arrived, the dishes were served, and they all looked first-class and exquisite.

Cheng Du was not familiar with City B, but he could tell that this restaurant was expensive, so he secretly wondered what day it was today?Could it be Fang Zhimo's birthday...

If it is, it will be miserable, but he is not prepared for anything.

Fang Zhimo looked in a good mood, not only served the dishes himself, but also kept urging Cheng Du to eat quickly.

Cheng Du didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, so he couldn't help asking, "There's a show later?"

Fang Zhimo glanced at him, but still didn't answer: "Eat quickly, I'll take you to a place after eating."

Cheng Du: "..."

After finally emptying those delicate dishes, Cheng Du had food in his stomach, and he would inevitably start to feel drowsy sitting in the car with just the right warmth and aroma.

When he woke up, he found that the car had stopped at some point, and the person in the driver's seat was leaning on the steering wheel, staring at him and laughing.

"Finally awake?" Fang Zhimo asked.

Cheng Du glanced at his watch and rubbed his eyes: "Ah... I don't know what happened, I feel a little tired."

After Fang Zhimo heard this, the smile in his eyes became more obvious. He stretched out his hand and scratched Cheng Du's nose, opened the door and got out of the car.

Cheng Du thought about that smile in his heart, blushed belatedly, and wondered what this kid was thinking all day long.

Before the car was turned off, Cheng Du pulled out the key and looked outside. It turned out to be Qinglanxi.

The sky was already a little dark, and the snow-covered ground shone with silver light, and the whole forest seemed extremely quiet.

Cheng Du pulled out the key and was about to get out of the car, but was pushed back into the car by Fang Zhimo.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Du was puzzled.

Fang Zhimo pointed to his thin suit: "Take it off."

Cheng Du: "..."

But Fang Zhimo took out a vacuum bag from the trunk, opened it, took out the contents and shook: "Wear this."

Cheng Du let out a groan, cursing himself inwardly for what he was thinking all day long, silently took off his suit, took the down jacket handed over by Fang Zhimo, and put it on.

The down jacket was the one that Fang Zhimo wore when he accompanied him to Qinglanxi for inspection last time. It was thick and had Fang Zhimo's scent on it, not perfume, but scent.

Cheng Du's face blushed for some reason, and he tugged at the neckline guiltily, trying to keep the illusory breath away from him, but the smell was really pleasant, so he struggled for a long time, and stuck the neckline to his lips obsessively.

Cheng Du struggled mentally for a long time before he was ready. He was about to get out of the car when he was pushed back.

"……what happened again?"

"Put this on too."

Fang Zhimo held a pair of snow boots in his hand, Cheng Du took them over and looked at them, the new ones were his size.

When did this guy know his size?

...That's right, they all live together, so it's not difficult to check the shoe size.

Cheng Du took the shoes hesitantly, pushed his glasses and said, "...Thank you."

Fang Zhimo pulled the fluffy hood on Cheng Du's head with some complacency, stretched out his ungloved hand, and said to Cheng Du, "Let's go."

"..."

Cheng Du was flattered.

The stream has been covered by more than half of the snow, leaving only a trickle in the middle still running.

Because he didn't know whether the ice layer was frozen solid, Fang Zhimo took every step very slowly.

"Follow in my footsteps, Cheng Du." He turned his head while walking.

"Ah."

Cheng Du is not a person who is afraid of the cold, the hand held by Fang Zhimo is already so hot that he is almost sweating.

He subconsciously pressed his thumb against the hard metal at the tip of his finger, and for the first time felt that the temperature coming from it was a bit hot.

Fang Zhimo let go of Cheng Du until he walked to the unfrozen stream, took off his other glove, picked up a handful of water and said, "Xueba, do you remember this place?"

Cheng Du said in confusion, "Of course I remember, didn't we visit this place last time? It's just that we were on the high ground above and didn't come down."

When he said the last sentence, he turned his head and pointed to the high ground in another direction: "Didn't I still have the plan..."

Hearing this, Fang Zhimo sighed for a long time, with a dull expression: "No, you don't remember."

Cheng Du: "Huh?"

Fang Zhimo clenched his fist and took Cheng Du's hand again.

His hands were a little cold from being soaked in water, but Cheng Du was sweating all over at the moment, so he felt comfortable holding them.

Fang Zhimo said in a low voice, "Two children came here 22 years ago."

Cheng Du: "A child?"

"That's right, a little sick man and a little glasses. For the little glasses, he bought a whole stall of wicker fish and released them into this stream."

Fang Zhimo squeezed Cheng Du's hand, raised his head to look at the sky, and said slowly, "Do you know what the little sick man was thinking at that time?"

Cheng Du pushed his glasses and said, "What are you thinking about?"

"He was thinking, this guy is so stupid, the shoes are all wet, and it will definitely be uncomfortable to go back."

Fang Zhimo smiled, lowered his eyelashes and said, "But the little glasses don't care, he takes it seriously in groups."

Cheng Du imagined that scene for a while, and said with a smile, "This kid really has a kind heart."

Fang Zhimo looked at him complicatedly after hearing the words: "Yes. At that time, the little sick man was thinking that people in the world are divided into three, six, nine, and small glasses should be the highest. The eagle-feeding kind."

Cheng Dule said, "So exaggerated?"

Fang Zhimo smiled and said, "That's the exaggeration. Those wicker fish are worth 8 oceans. At that time, the living expenses of small glasses were not as much as 8 oceans."

Cheng Du said, "Really, what happened after that?"

"Later, Little Glasses really ate radishes and greens for a week, and Xiao Yangzi thought, I wouldn't eat those things even if I was killed."

Cheng Du couldn't help being amused: "This little guy's picky eater is quite similar to yours. He keeps saying that he pays attention to nutrition, but it turns out that the nutrition is all for the eyes. Do you think that as long as the eyes look at it, all the nutrition will be supplemented?" gone?"

Fang Zhimo also laughed when he heard the words, he turned around suddenly, cupped Cheng Du's face in both hands, looked at him fixedly and said, "Xueba."

The distance was too close, and Cheng Du felt flustered for some reason.

He struggled a little, but his hands didn't let go at all.

Cheng Du had no choice but to finally give up and replied, "Yes."

Fang Zhimo moved closer, his eyes sparkling: "Xueba."

Cheng Du couldn't help but pushed his glasses, and tilted his head: "Yes."

Fang Zhimo pressed his lips to his lips, and called again softly: "Xueba."

Cheng Du: "..."

Without a response for a long time, Fang Zhimo's face became aggrieved, and his black eyes were full of disappointment.

... I'm scared. I'm scared.

Cheng Du: "Hey."

After receiving this answer, Director Fang, who suddenly became happy again, clasped Cheng Xueba into his arms, and rubbed his head with one hand.

Cheng Du didn't know what happened at all, and stood there motionless, taking whatever he wanted.

In the end, his submissive attitude somehow hit Director Fang's crooked cute spots, and he rubbed back and forth for a while before they separated.

Really like a big cat.

Cheng Du thought to himself.

When it's cold, it doesn't even care about the owner. When the owner is angry, it runs over to meow to coax it. After the coaxing, it has to rub it, leaving its own smell on the owner repeatedly, making sure that the shovel is marked by itself. Then he curled up comfortably and dozed off.

This is a big cat.

The big cat grunted and hugged enough, then let go of Cheng Du with a smile, and pulled him back: "Let's go, go to the next place."

Cheng Du: "Huh?"

Fang Zhimo said with a smile, "Hurry up, it will be late."

"The next place" is an urban village surrounded by mountains and rivers.

City B has developed rapidly in recent years, and the surrounding land needs to be relocated and developed. Only here is still standing quietly among the iron walls of the city.

When the Volvo stopped, Cheng Du saw a lot of people standing on the embankment, and colorful fireworks were constantly rising into the sky from the already descending sky, which was extremely splendid.

He was a little surprised, calculated the time, and said, "There is still some time before the Chinese New Year. Did they start celebrating so early?"

Fang Zhimo lowered his eyelashes and coughed: "Yes."

Cheng Du: "..."

Why are you blushing again.

Just as he was thinking like this, he saw two people walking towards him, they were Tan Yuan and Tan Xiaobo.

"It's so late, we've been putting it off for a while! Head Xia said that the Bingge brothers are going to play in friendship today, and you won't be charged for sponsorship fees!" Tan Xiaobo patted the trunk with his big hands and shouted loudly, "Open it, let me see what's there?"

Fang Zhimo glanced at Tan Xiaobo, then at Cheng Du.

Cheng Du didn't listen carefully, and was in a good mood looking at the large expanse of fireworks above his head, when Fang Zhimo nodded and pressed the key in his hand.

The cover of Volvo's box was slowly raised, and Tan Xiaobo said while pouring out the fireworks he brought: "Oh, that's great, there are so many out-of-print old models, where did you get them?"

Fang Zhimo watched him move boxes one by one like ants moving a house, and said, "I asked a friend to buy it."

The sound of fireworks rising into the sky kept coming, and Fang Ruohan in the distance made an OK gesture to them.

Fang Zhimo had a clue in his mind, and stretched out his hand to Cheng Du, "Xueba, let's go over there."

There seemed to be a lot of people around at the moment, Cheng Du hesitated for a while, and when he realized that no one around them was paying attention to them, he was heartbroken and took Fang Zhimo's hand.

Fang Zhimo seemed to be pleased by Cheng Du's little mental activity, he held his hand tightly, and then pulled him towards the small bridge beside the embankment.

It is a rather ancient bridge, which has a history of hundreds of years. It is quite poetic when combined with the surrounding environment.

The white snow on the bridge was clear and clean. When walking up, Cheng Du even felt in his heart that it was a pity to trample on such a beautiful snow field.

In the middle of the bridge, there are two long rows of fire trees and silver flowers, from one end to the other end, I don't know who put them up.

Cheng Du pulled Fang Zhimo and said, "Here...someone has already taken it?"

The two rows of fiery trees and silver flowers are neatly arranged, but the snow is still so clean. This operation is impossible for ordinary people.

Cheng Du became more and more sure that this was the position that someone else had already occupied, so he stopped and said, "Don't go up, the position they occupy will definitely be useful."

Fang Zhimo turned his head to look at him, with a little pampering in his eyes.He didn't explain much, just smiled and said to Cheng Du: "Wait here."

"Hey!"

Cheng Du watched him step up in two or three steps, feeling extremely helpless.

Fang Zhimo walked over from the outside, jumped into the middle of the two neat rows of fireworks, stepped on and jumped, and Cheng Du's head grew bigger.

"Ancestor, can we not make trouble? Let's go."

Cheng Du stepped up Fang Zhimo's footprints, afraid of ruining the scene carefully built by others, but when he saw the footprints on the ground clearly, he stopped.

On the ground is the word "Chengdu" in flamboyant and phoenix dance.

Cheng Du wanted to cry but had no tears. Was he trying to keep the stolen goods for the thief so that the police uncle could follow along?

Seeing him like that, Fang Zhimo couldn't help laughing, and gestured OK to Xia Tian under the bridge.

Xia Tian lit the lighter in his hand, and the fiery trees and silver flowers blazed up, one after another, bursting into brilliant flames.

Fireworks are very strange things. They don't feel strange when they are not lit, but once they are lit, they are easy to cause hallucinations.

This hallucination stunned Cheng Du, as if he saw a long, long time ago, there was a person, a child who was half a head shorter than himself, blinking black eyes that could reflect the whole world, standing opposite the fireworks, He stretched out a small hand towards him.

Cheng Du was dazed.

He saw the child curled up on the small bed with a pale face, he saw the child concentrating on playing chess, he saw the child leaning on his shoulder, and he saw the cute hair top with small swirls.

Cheng Du was a little stunned when he looked at it, not knowing where it was today.

The man's smile swayed with the flickering fireworks, and Cheng Du was bewildered for a moment.

Cheng Du didn't react until the man stretched out his hand and dragged him into the fireworks.

A mixed feeling suddenly surged in his heart, and Cheng Du was quietly embraced by him, watching those black eyes stained with deep affection.

Before Fang Zhimo could act, Cheng Du raised his head and cupped his face.

"Fang Xiaomo." He said.

Fang Zhimo's eyes widened in surprise, he also put his arms around Cheng Du's face, and tentatively called out, "Student master?"

Cheng Du nodded, closed his eyes, and kissed his lips.

For a moment, Fang Zhimo felt a little dizzy.

It's not the kind of dizziness that comes on, but a kind of dizziness that is lifted up to the sky by a gentle wind.

Xueba kissed him, Xueba actually kissed him.

Fang Zhimo was immersed in this kiss until the fireworks dissipated, and the two figures never separated.

"Xueba, do you still remember?"

Fang Zhimo looked at Cheng Du carefully, trying to find the answer he wanted from his eyes buried deep behind the lens.

Yes, this is his top student.

The warmth that sticks to the heart, the doting and love buried deep in it, are even more and stronger than before.

Fang Zhimo's heartbeat gradually accelerated, is Xueba back?

Is his master back?

you're back, aren't you?

Cheng Du shook his head lightly, and said, "I remembered a lot, but not all of them. As long as I think about it, I feel that something terrible will come out, and then I can't continue."

Fang Zhimo hugged his head after listening, and said softly: "Then don't think about it. The past, let's go. We still have a lot of future, and we can create many, many memories that belong to us."

Cheng Du nodded, followed Fang Zhimo's direction, and wrapped his arms around Fang Zhimo's waist tightly.

Fang Zhimo hugged him back, kissed Cheng Du lightly on the head, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Forget it, if you can’t remember it, you can’t remember it. As long as you are by my side, my life will be complete.

—— Cheng Du.

The author has something to say:

The process of proposing marriage was not very pleasant because some people were jealous, so I won’t repeat it. Signpost: Chapter 1 of "My Mr. No. 64".

In the next chapter, Xueba restores his memory (although the process is a bit magical, but 23333 is restored after all).