fish

Fang Mo woke up in the middle of the night.Drenched in cold sweat, he wanted to grab the hand of the person next to his pillow, but in vain.

The gloomy white light illuminated the whole room, and thunder exploded outside the window. Fang Mo lost his mind for a moment, clutching the bed sheet tightly.

Fang Mo caught a glimpse of the clear water on the bedside table, and reached out to touch the side of the cup. The temperature of that person had long since disappeared.

All the previous scenes came to mind, Fang Mo thought in a panic:

I lost Xu Yuan.

He hurriedly grabbed the phone and turned on the screen. The white light in the dark night made his eyes hurt, and the cold fuselage made his fingers shrink slightly.

Fang Mo paused.

Xu Yuan is the proudest.Xu Yuan... really left.

Fang Mo put away the phone and buried his head in his knees.

It is undeniable that he initially regarded Xu Yuan as someone else's stand-in.

Sometimes, people make trouble for no reason, and they don't realize it at all.Xu Yuan just smiled at him, but he wanted to distort it to look like the person in his mind.

Xu Yuan always smiled at him.

He was like a stupid duck, waddling towards that smile, but quacking, trying to get away with it, calling someone else's name in his heart.

Obsession does not equal love.It's a pity that Fang Mo didn't understand.

A month later.

Xu Yuan had just finished intensive training for a while, and was exhausted physically and mentally.Xu Xiaoyin was still staying with him, the children had to be taught attentively, besides tutoring homework, they also had to care about the children's physical and mental health, Xu Yuan was exhausted.

That evening, Xu Yuan had just arrived home, and as soon as she opened the window, she saw a familiar car downstairs: a black Maybach, owned by Fang Mo.

After not contacting for a month, Xu Yuan was sensible and sensible, and understood that the president gave him a step down, so she didn't come to blame him for being a poor athlete who "doesn't know what's good."

So, what are you doing here now?

Xu Xiaoyin held up a plate of peeled tangerines on his feet, with bright eyes: "Brother, eat the oranges I peeled for you."

"Yeah." Xu Yuan turned around, took the plate, stuffed a piece into her mouth, and asked him, "What do you want for dinner?"

“Chestnut Roast Chicken!”

Xu Yuan put the plate on the coffee table and said, "Okay. After finishing my homework, I will watch TV for a while, and if I am not finished, I will go to do my homework first. My brother will cook."

After a long time, the two of them gathered around the table and finished their meal.Xu Xiaoyin kept talking the whole time, pouring out words repeatedly, Xu Yuan listened patiently, answering a few words from time to time.

It was already very cold.After a while, it became dark outside, and the night wind blew the curtains up.

Xu Xiaoyin was wearing home clothes and snuggling up on the sofa watching anime, hugging the pillow tightly in the cold, reluctant to take his eyes off the TV, and unwilling to go to the bedroom to add some clothes.After Xu Yuan cleaned up the dishes, she was about to close the window.

The floor-to-ceiling windows slid, making a little blocking sound.

Xu Yuan's fingers were still on the window, hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help opening it again, and went out to look downstairs.

The street lights clearly illuminated Fang Mo's figure. He leaned against the car door, looking a little desolate.

Light blue smoke filled the air, but from Xu Yuan's perspective, only the red light of cigarette butts could be seen flickering in the dim sky.

Fang Mo doesn't smoke much.

But, Xu Yuan loves the way he smokes.

As a man, Xu Yuan does not deny that he is a visual animal.

Fang Mo's fingers are long, but not very thin, but their knuckles are clear, and they look mature and sexy when holding a cigarette.His nails have been manicured round and clean all year round, and when he flicks the cigarette butt, there will be a faint luster.

Xu Yuan's occupation requires him to strictly prohibit smoking and alcohol, and Fang Mo puts out his cigarette very consciously every time he sees Xu Yuan.

However, when Fang Mo held his chin with a hand that smelled of tobacco, and gave him a kiss that smelled of smoke, Xu Yuan was really moved.

Sure enough, it's because I love it too much.

Xu Yuan went out the door almost subconsciously, and with the guidance of her beating heart, she arrived in front of Fang Mo.

However, when the four eyes met, Xu Yuan suddenly woke up from this absurd emotional drive, and really felt the sharp pain from the heart.

Again and again, a steel knife was pulled lingeringly at his heart.

Fang Mo didn't seem to expect that he would come out, and was also stunned, only tracing the face that he hadn't seen for a long time with his eyes in a daze.

Xu Yuan pinched her palm and tried to calm down: "It's very cold."

Fang Mo was still in a dazed state, and he didn't hear the gentle hint in his words to let him leave quickly. He reached out and held Xu Yuan's hand reflexively: "I will warm you up."

Xu Yuan looked at him in surprise.

Only then did Fang Mo come back to his senses, and gently returned his hand to his lap in embarrassment and reluctance.

Fang Mo's throat was dry, and he squeezed out a sentence: "Have you had dinner yet?"

Xu Yuan nodded.

Fang Mo didn't know what else to say, he said with difficulty: "You..." and paused again.

can you forgive me

So shameless.

Do you miss me?

Even more shameless.

我 很想 你.

shameless.

Fang Mo has never treated anyone so carefully in his life.However, it is useless to be cautious now.

The two stared at each other in silence for a while.

Fang Mo finally opened his mouth: "Go up quickly, it's really cold. You can't bear it in such light clothes."

Xu Yuan hesitated to speak.He glanced at the expensive windbreaker on Fang Mo, it was no longer suitable for this season.

Tell yourself in your heart: Rein in the cliff without losing your grace.Xu Yuan smiled, beautiful and polite: "Okay. You should go home soon."

Fang Mo nodded stiffly.

Xu Yuan still couldn't bear it, and opened the car door for him, not looking into his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Go back."

Fang Mo closed his eyes, his voice was lower and hoarse than his: "Okay."

Deeper and heavier, a Maybach drove slowly at a very low speed as if it was not breathing well.

The author has something to say:

Fishing to decompress, writing blindly.