I still have your pendant

When He Qucheng returned to the farm to pick up Fu Hang, he met him on the road.

Fu Hang held the earl in one hand, and in the other hand he carried the mulberries that had just been brought over from the farm. One person and one dog walked on the curb, eating while walking, until He Qucheng met him, his mouth was already full of black and purple.

He Qucheng's car drove behind Fu Hang and honked his horn.

When Fu Hang turned around and saw that it was him, he threw the earl into the back seat and got into the car by himself. After all, it was not fun to walk back for nearly ten kilometers.

When He Qucheng saw him coming up, he smiled with a full mouth, "I still can't get rid of the habit of eating this thing? I eat it all over my mouth, and the old lady should talk again when I go back."

Fu Hang didn't know what to do, so he took out one and handed it to He Qucheng's mouth, and asked with a smile, "Do you want one? It's in season, it's sweet."

Just after finishing speaking, Fu Hang felt a little regretful.

It's so embarrassing, besides, Fu Hang felt a little awkward in such a situation for no reason, after all, he was not sure what kind of attitude He Qucheng had.

But Fu Hang was too familiar with He Qucheng's tone and lines just now, just like every spring before.Fu Hang would always go to the farm to quarrel with the fruit growers for some mulberries. The old lady didn't like him to eat that stuff, firstly because of the color, and secondly because she was afraid of the pigment in it.

Fu Hang understood that the old lady just didn't like that thing, so there were so many reasons.

But Fu Hang likes it, so every spring he would take He Qucheng to accompany him from He Zhai to the farm and quarrel with the fruit growers to give him some to taste.

At that time, He Qucheng couldn't stop him from eating this food every time he saw him, and was afraid that he would be told by the old lady, so he had to persuade him to eat less.

Just after Fu Hang finished saying that sentence, the air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.Then Fu Hang felt something slippery and slipped from his fingertips holding the mulberries.

Fu Hangji quickly withdrew his hand, but seeing He Qucheng's calm and composed look, he felt nothing for a moment, and after throwing a few mulberries into his mouth, he felt like laughing in his heart, laughing at his self-righteousness, and laughing too Finally able to get along with He Qucheng normally.

Fu Hang knew that it was He Qucheng's tongue that slid past his fingertips just now, but Fu Hang didn't seem to see the smile on the corner of He Qucheng's mouth when he turned his face sideways.

On the way back to He Zhai, Fu Hang finished eating the mulberries.As for He Qucheng, he only tasted the one that Fu Hang fed him and didn't say anything else, but that person seemed to be humming along the way, and seemed to be in a good mood.

When Fu Hang and He Qucheng returned to He Zhai, the old lady and He Yaohua didn't seem to have come back. After Fu Hang greeted He Qucheng, he led the Earl upstairs on his own. It seems to be no fun.

In fact, He Zhai is quite big, and there are many entertainment rooms. In addition to the kitchen, living room and washroom, there is also a room for the servants and housekeepers on the first floor. There is also a swimming pool, a billiards room, and a There is a large garden, and on the second floor there is a dance floor, a large box similar to a KTV and a fitness room. The third floor is the bedroom where Fu Hang and the others live and the study used by He Yaohua.

But Fu Hang has never been interested in this kind of entertainment, so when He Qucheng came to him to play billiards, Fu Hang resisted a little, but he went anyway, probably because he didn't want to spoil the rare and peaceful relationship with He Qucheng.

Fu Hang felt that if he and He Qucheng had not talked about their feelings, they could actually become good brothers, friends, partners and even close relatives.

It's just a pity, I used to be not afraid of any crazy talk, any same-sex doubts, and I wanted He Qucheng to like me with a shy face, but in the end it turned out like this, whether this is luck or misfortune, I'm afraid even Fu Hang himself can't say clear.

After two games of billiards, Fu Hang lost a lot of points. Of the 21 target balls, Fu Hang was able to hit less than one-third of the holes with a pole.

Perhaps Fu Hang is really not very proficient in this kind of game, or He Qucheng's skills are really good, anyway, Fu Hang feels that the more he plays, the more boring he becomes.

He Qucheng was holding a cue club at the side, the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to the elbows, two buttons on the collar were undone at will, and he stood with his legs crossed and leaned against the wall, watching Fu Hang's unskilled hitting. Fabian laughed.

Fu Hang was clumsily lying on the table, with a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth, while swinging the club, as if he was about to throw it out accidentally.

This is already the third round, and Fu Hang still didn't seem to find any tricks, but looking at the person standing there who was able to do a job with ease, Fu Hang asked, "Can you teach me a hand or two, please?"

He Qucheng smiled helplessly, walked over and shook his head, and asked half-jokingly, "I want to see your joke again, can I?"

"No," Fu Hang was silent for a while, holding the club in one hand, looking a little angry, pointing at him and asking, "Do you want to teach?"

He Qucheng pretended to raise his hands in surrender and said, "Teach you, can't I teach you?"

But when Fu Hang was almost wrapped in He Qucheng's arms, Fu Hang regretted it.

He felt as if he was being restrained by He Qucheng, and he couldn't move even a bit, because no matter what, he would inevitably touch He Qucheng, and the most obvious feeling was that his back was always pressed against the man's chest, this posture was hot It made his face a little hot.

Not only that, He Qucheng's voice seemed to be right next to his ears, and the sound of breathing swept across his ears intentionally or unintentionally, tickling.

If Fu Hang knew that this posture was used to teach him, he would not have asked He Qucheng to teach him, because it was uncomfortable and he was not used to it.

Just when Fu Hang wanted to get away from He Qucheng, He Qucheng's cell phone rang impartially, and the cell phone was placed in the corner of the pool table. After Fu Hang glanced at the name of the contact, for some reason, a trace of melancholy flashed across his heart .

He Qucheng's phone call was made by Wei Qin. As for Wei Qin, it was Fu Hang's sister-in-law and He Qucheng's fiancée.

Counting it down, He Qucheng and Wei Qin have been engaged for six years. Fu Hang reckoned that the two of them might be getting married soon. Maybe this time the old man's [-]th birthday was just a false gift, but it was just an excuse to announce the two of them. wedding date.

When He Qucheng got engaged back then, Fu Hang was arguing with the old lady about changing his major in Chinese language and literature, and the servants at home had a bad relationship with Fu Hang, so naturally no one told him the news.So much so that when Fu Hang saw the news on the Internet, he was not prepared at all, and was dazzled by the so-called love for a while, and cut his wrists.

The news of He Qusheng's engagement, in the words of Fu Hang back then, was "the straw that broke the camel's back".

At that time, he had nothing, and he relied on He Qusheng's "wait for me" before going abroad to hold on.

When he was young, he didn't understand the truth that no one would die without this world, because he had been with He Qucheng for too long, facing his sudden departure and betrayal, Fu Hang felt uncomfortable and didn't believe it.

So escaping from reality became the best choice, cutting one's wrists to end one's life, to put it mildly, he is a lonely man, and to put it poorly, he is a [-]-year-old youth who lost himself for love.

It may be because he died once, so when he woke up from the hospital and saw Li Que, his face was dull and empty, and then he said a word, as if it was a matter of course, Li Que slapped him hard. come over.

That slap stunned him, the pain on his cheek and the bandage on his wrist brought him back to reality, and then all that could be heard in the ward was the teenager crying loudly.

It's ridiculous to say that Fu Hang doesn't know if he can be counted as being with He Qucheng, if not, then the two of them are at most a romantic relationship, not even "cannon | friends", what is he? Why cry for him?

However, He Qucheng had been terribly indifferent towards Hang for a period of time, and after going to bed, he inexplicably became better towards Hang.Fu Hang was also young at the time, so he didn't think much about it, but the news that He Qucheng was going abroad caught him off guard.

Fu Hang rushed to the airport overnight, and when he found He Qucheng in the airport hall, he didn't know if it was his illusion. The man looked at him and smiled happily, but then he entered the waiting hall, and when he left Before, there were only two words left for Fu Hang, "wait for me".

But what Fu Hang didn't expect was that those two words became the last hope of his relationship with He Qucheng, but while he was waiting wholeheartedly for his return, that hope was killed by the news of his engagement to Wei Qin A piece of armor is left behind.

At that time, when he had time, he would make overseas calls to He Qucheng, counting the time difference. The two always talked on the phone every day. Two months after He Qucheng lost contact with him, and after he fell step by step, he got that kind of result.

The doctor once told Fu Hang that the wound on his wrist was deep, and because he found out that he went for a walk around the gate of hell before returning, it was his fate.

But Fu Hang may not even know himself. If the physical injury is only a little more serious, how should the spiritual wound be treated?

In the few months after he came out of the hospital, Li Que took care of him. He didn't dare to tell the old lady, for fear of her scolding and guessing.

As for those few months, Fu Hang went to see a psychiatrist every day, but every time he sat in front of the doctor and faced their persuasive temptations, Fu Hang couldn't say anything.

In fact, Fu Hang knew in his heart what was wrong with him, he just hoped that He Qucheng could appear in front of him, that he could tear his collar and ask him why he didn't want him, that he could tell him how much he loved him, and that he could hysterically persuade him to stay. He, he wants to hear him speak...

But what can you hear?It can't be the sweet words of love, Fu Hang thought, if that's the case, He Qucheng would probably just say "I'm sorry, I don't want you anymore".

Self-esteem does not allow him to do that, nor does it allow him to tell others about the relationship that cannot be called a failure, nor will he allow him to hope that there will be someone who will treat him like He Qucheng did, who will not betray him, and will not throw him away.

He fully understands that the existence of that kind of person is just a fantasy, so he doesn't speak, he has nothing to say, because those who are discarded are often the ones who like to moan without illness, because there will never be another person who treats him like He Qucheng, because His love had died with that engagement news, in his 20-year-old arms.

So in the next few years, Fu Hang entered the entertainment industry with hatred for He Qucheng. He abandoned his favorite major of Chinese language and literature, and was abruptly pointed at by Teacher Dong and called him stupid.

And what about Fu Hang himself?He understood himself, in the end, he just wanted He Qucheng to see how well he was doing, to see how prosperous his career was, and he wanted him to regret it.

But on the day of his wedding, when he saw He Qucheng smiling and blessing him, Fu Hang suddenly felt relieved.Love is dead, but people are still alive.

He still has a way to go in the future, he still has to hold An Qingya's hand for the rest of his life, he still has to wait for He Qucheng to get married and give him a congratulatory gift, he still has to wait for Li Que to get married, he has to hold hands Take her by the hand and hand her over to another man...

There are too many things in the rest of his life, and there is more than one love, but his love is indeed dead, died in the gentleness of that person who once carried the spring breeze...

Wei Qin's phone is like a box, smashing up all the messy past and pouring it out.Looking back at each other who still looked hideous, Fu Hang was speechless for a while, unable to express his emotions and blessings.

Although he can now laugh at himself and talk about the hot-headedness of the year with Li Que, and he can mention his "last straw that broke the camel's back", but when he saw that the person in front of him had a connection with his fiancée, Fu Hang still felt that A burst of horror.

The rotten flesh of the tangerine peel that he thought had been healed was now open with bloody scars, which still made him a little anxious.

Fu Hang threw away the cue while He Qucheng was answering the phone, pretended to have nothing to do, greeted the man, and went back to the bedroom directly.

It was like the body's instinctive stress response, which did not allow rational thinking. When he recovered, he was already sitting on the woolen blanket in the bedroom.

Fu Hang smiled wryly, the indifference of the past few years was nothing more than that in the final analysis, recalling the past carefully, it was still the pain of beating his chest and feet that made him feel sore.

The count leaned against Fu Hang and rubbed him affectionately, as if to comfort him.

Fu Hang rubbed the dog's head, held the earl's stupid face, as if he was talking to the earl, or to himself, "Why were you so cheap?"

The author has something to say:

Fu Shunshi: I really don't know why I was so stupid before.

He Ruoji: Because of love.

Emmm, how do you say it? When I broke up with my friend, I almost felt that way. I wanted to die and it was very uncomfortable.

Now that I think about it, I’m really stupid. I’m so sorry for myself at that time. I’m not in the mood to ask for anything today.