Rival says he loves me

The wedding banquet is on a small island.

Fang Jiayao swayed in the chair, facing a translucent blue coastline, with a layer of shining white sand on the ground, he sat barefoot, letting the chair behind him creak and creak.

The sea breeze blew a little bit of hair on his forehead, flicking it back and forth along his forehead.

He was still wearing a loose white T-shirt and dark trousers. He was dressed casually. The bag blown up by the wind was pushing against the wicker chair behind him, wishing he could run out of it.

Fang Gayao closed his eyes and moved his ears.

He had his mobile phone in his hand, and a text message came from it.

Du Yu sent it.

He didn't look at it.

Fang Gayao slid his fingers down one by one. There was an invited band next to him, and he was adjusting the equipment. Fang Gayao turned his head and saw a white kid cleaning the guitar. Fang Gayao closed his phone and squinted his eyes. He turned around, Arms resting on the back of the chair, blinking.

He knows the child.

The former resident singer of Tangjiuli Bar looks a little older than before, but he is still clean and neat, with black hair, and even from a distance, he can see the unique vigor of young people. At the moment, he was tuning his voice with his head down, wondering if he noticed Fang Gayao's gaze, he raised his head against the wind.

First he was stunned for a while, then he showed a row of small teeth and smiled at him.

Fang Gayao waved his hands back as he leaned on the wicker chair.

In fact, as early as a long time ago, Fang Gayao had some thoughts.

Give Wu Wei out to anyone, he can't protect him, he doesn't deserve it, when he saw the little boy for the first time, he had an inexplicable premonition.

If Wu Wei had met him first, maybe—

"What are you thinking about?" Wu Wei blocked his sight and walked in with a feeling of heat. He moved naturally, and when he got close, he half-kneeled on one leg on the soft sand and shook him with the chair, "See Acquaintance?"

"That's right." Fang Gayao fixed his eyes on Wu Wei, stretched out his hand to help him straighten his sleeves, and gently swept one finger over the folds of the clothes, twisting them for a while, "There are a lot of people."

Fang Gayao was used to being quiet, so he found a place to enjoy the quietness.

Marriage does not bind him spiritually, this is a secular proof, he and Wu Wei don't really need it.

This is as natural as black breathing, there is no reason, but it just exists.

This was originally planned.

Fang Gayao committed laziness, curled up on the stool like a cat, with his back leaning like this, sneaked out an arm, and took Wu Wei's hand.

He pried up Wu Wei's palm with his little finger, turned it upwards, and hooked his little finger up, "I want to sleep."

"Sleepy?" Wu Wei probed, and found a seat on the rattan chair by himself. He was still dressed casually. He was afraid that the black jacket would be cold outside, so he took off his coat, leaving only a black shirt underneath. "Just lie down here and sleep for a while."

Fang Jiayao rested his chin on his shoulder, stretched his arms behind Wu Wei, and hung his head in the air, his eyes were still looking at the little boy behind him, "Kids sing beautifully."

While Fang Gayao was speaking, the child's clear voice floated over.

Once you listen to it, you can't forget the voice.

With the delicate sea breeze, the air is almost full of salt air, and the nasal cavity and ears are full of enjoyment, which makes Fang Jiayao even more want to sleep on his shoulders here.

In the dream there were only him and Wu Wei.

Other than that, nothing else.

Wu Wei tied a knot with his leg on Fang Jiayao's bag, and hugged him firmly. He didn't look back, and answered tacitly, "It sounds good."

At this time, the phone Fang Jiayao was holding in his hand was still ringing, and there were messages one after another on it.

Text messages and WeChat messages were sent alternately, Wu Wei squeezed the phone from Fang Gayao's hand, and did not look at it, "Nanzi told Vanke that the plane is a bit late, and it will arrive tomorrow morning."

Fang Gayao exhaled lightly and nodded.

This time, all the acquaintances came here, even the younger brother who was still in school said he would go, the Wu family was generous, so Fang Jiayao's friends naturally understood and went openly.

Including Chen Haoting, the few good friends who used to play with are basically on the way now, and even Lao Shen temporarily pulled out the work in hand and rushed over to push things.

Fang Gayao was actually very satisfied.

He has obtained a happiness that was impossible to have before.

There are two extremes in his body, between the love and hate of his parents, he has suffered for decades.

The mother's health was not good, and the root cause of the childbirth was so bad that she endured it for decades. Fang Gayao finally returned his own flesh and blood, but he couldn't keep his biological mother.

His crime was confirmed when he was twenty years old.

He never felt that he was dirty and sinful before, but later he felt that he was born with a whole body of debts, or that he had not paid off the sins of his previous life.

If you owe others, you may not be able to pay it back.

His mother was his first creditor, and he knew he was unable to repay it, and he was ashamed for half his life.

When meeting Wu Wei, Fang Gayao knew that he was the creditor for the rest of his life.

Struggling to no avail, I am willing to repay the debt.

As long as it is still alive, it will take the rest of my life to get in.

Fang Gayao nestled in Wu Wei's arms and moved, raising his face to look up.

A face that he could score full marks on, was dragged down by the scar behind the ear.

Fang Gayao forced his eyes open, and now he was blown by the sea breeze and fell asleep gradually.

It wasn't until Wu Wei dragged the back of his head up that he came back to his senses and heard Wu Wei say, "He sent a message."

He refers to Du Yu.

Fang Gayao looked down at the phone, and said oh.

"Don't look?" Wu Wei turned his face outward, "I won't interfere."

Fang Gayao held the face and turned it back, "Together."

The text message is still only the one just now.

Very short.

- After four years, I won't wait for you.

"That's not very open-minded," Wu Wei looked at the text message, reached out and clicked on the button of the red trash can, and the two text messages disappeared directly on the screen.

"So, throw it away." Wu Wei didn't know what was going on with Du Yu, and didn't want to waste his brains, so he handled it neatly.

"Yeah," Fang Gayao answered in bewilderment, threw the phone on the chair, and poked behind Wu Wei's ear with his free hand, and when he touched the familiar long and narrow skin, he opened his eyes, thinking about the past, Thinking about it, I asked, "When I was 16, who did I fight for?"

Wu Wei slightly tilted his face towards Fang Gayao's arm, put his cheek on his forearm, stared at Fang Gayao and asked, "What do you think?"

"Wu Wei," Fang Gayao looked into his eyes and called out to him.

"Huh?" Wu Wei's nasal cavity was dull, and his voice was mixed with moisture.

"How could it be me?" Fang Gayao wondered if he was a little sleepy, talking to himself with a legato, "You are so nice, how could it be me?"

"Heavenly gift," Wu Wei replied, pointing his toes on the white sand, and the two of them swayed on the chair.

Fang Gayao's ears moved.

"She loves you so much that she named you Tianci," Wu Wei said softly, "I heard from Chen Haoting, your nickname."

Fang Gayao lowered his head, and the arms of the neighbor next door tightened up, making no sound.

This is his secret with his mother.

Wu Wei's voice became softer and softer, and finally merged into the tone of An Mian. His nasal voice was hypnotic, swaying between the two of them.

The wanton sea breeze on both sides swirled on the person, accompanied by the rattan chair creaking and creaking for a long time, Wu Wei leaned into Fang Gayao's ear and said, "It must be you, you are also my godsend."

"Because there is a feeling,"

"It's called love at first sight."

"I love you," Wu Wei said, and no one responded for a long time.

Wu Wei thought he was asleep, and was about to tap his forehead lightly, but Fang Gayao suddenly raised his head, with tears in his eyes, grabbed the shirt on his shoulder, leaned forward slightly, and caught the kiss that hadn't yet fallen , smiling brightly,

"Me too, Mr. Wu."

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