I still have your pendant

Fu Hang and Tang Mingge arrived at the banquet hall a little early, and they took their seats after handing over the invitation and taking the number plate.

Tang Mingge wanted to make some friends on such an occasion, so he didn't care about Fu Hang. He took a glass of champagne provided by the waiter and didn't accompany him anymore.

Sitting alone in this banquet hall, Fu Hang had nothing to do. He took a look at the brochure of today's auction. Most of the items on it were calligraphy, paintings and antiques from the late period of the Japanese Shogunate and the Meiji period. Japan's historical cognition only stayed in the late Meiji Restoration, so I flipped through it at will and put it back.

But there is a calligraphy and painting that originally belonged to China, and Fu Hang wants to consider buying it.It was written in the late Ming Dynasty. Fu Hang planned to buy it back and show it to Mr. Dong if the price was not high. His old man would definitely like these things.

In fact, Fu Hang has not seen Teacher Dong for more than four years. Ever since he entered the entertainment industry, Teacher Dong has never given him a good look. Even Mr. Qu's good words didn't work.

In the past four years, he has always walked away amidst Teacher Dong's abuse.

"You kid, 'If you don't have a firm will, you will never help the world'. I can't see what kind of thought you are thinking of me as a fool! The liking you say is pure nonsense! Get out of my way from now on! "

Fu Hang understood Teacher Dong's thoughts, he was afraid that he would hurt himself without knowing his intentions.

Teacher Dong has always looked at things innocently, and Teacher Dong should have known about the messy things between him and He Qucheng back then.

The old man didn't persuade him or scold him when he was lying in the hospital, but just came over to look at him, telling a few cold jokes from time to time, the cold people trembled, but Fu Hang didn't laugh, but he laughed happily of.

In Fu Hang's view, Mr. Dong has been open-minded all his life, but he can't see away from the path he chose at that time in the entertainment industry.

At that time, Fu Hang didn't think much about becoming an actor, but he didn't think much about being a writer either.

At that time, he was a bit hopeless, relying on a little bit of reluctance to survive, but he couldn't make He Qucheng feel bad, so he chose to make himself look good.

When Fu Hang looked back, he would feel that he was so stupid at that time, so stupid, but he couldn't stop him.

Because if he was given another chance to do it again, he would probably still choose that way at that time, because when he has tried the feeling of sadness, there is nothing greater than giving up, people will always be forced to move forward, because they can't die, so they can only Dragging his tired body forward, crawling forward.

What's more, he was really hurt at that time, and the taste of love for the first time when he was young was not good, so he also lost the ability to love in the end.

The number of people in the banquet hall increased one after another, probably because Fu Hang was alone all the time and he was an unfamiliar face, so many people came to strike up a conversation with Fu Hang, but Fu Hang spoke the dialect of W City and put those Everyone turned back. It's not that he can't speak Japanese, but he doesn't think it's necessary to meet people here. He was just invited to attend this dinner for others. It's not good for him to meet these people, and it's not necessary.

Preparations for the auction started unhurriedly. Tang Mingge was still standing not far away chatting with someone, but Fu Hang didn't care.

It's just that when he glanced past the crowd, Fu Hang seemed to see the man who made him willing to wait, and who was willing to never recover.

He Qusheng.

He Qucheng and Fu Hang were separated by the flow of people, and Fu Hang didn't see it clearly. It was only when the auction started that the crowd had already sat down, and Fu Hang could see clearly that there seemed to be a female companion beside He Qucheng, and that woman Fu Hang I only saw it on the news when I was 21 years old.

Wei Qin, He Qucheng's fiancée.

Fu Hang didn't know what he was thinking when he saw Wei Qin holding He Qucheng's arm and He Qucheng smiled at her, maybe he didn't think about anything, he just felt a chill spread from the soles of his feet, he was a little I want to escape but feel that I don't have to.

He himself said that he should give He Qucheng time to understand that he chose the path and waited for the person himself. He has nothing to lose, because he has nothing to lose except his sincerity.

When Fu Hang thought of this, a self-deprecating smile unconsciously curled up on the corner of his mouth.

He lost everything he could lose when he was eighteen or nineteen, but when did he lose?

Is it on the University Boulevard?

In the lounge of a business meeting?

Or between the beds in He Qucheng's rental house?

Fu Hang was a little dazed, as if he only saw himself clearly at this time, he didn't have the capital to tell He Qucheng to wait for him, and he didn't have the right to ask him to make himself clear.

Things that were not given in the past may not be given now, and it is unlikely to be possible in the future.

Fu Hang leaned on the chair and sighed.

Forget it, no matter what kind of ending it is, let's just accept it, after all, it's better to have a clear relationship than nothing.

It's just that the moment I saw him smiling at Wei Qin, my heart still hurt a little.It's not as heart-piercing as it was a few years ago, but something is bit by bit eating away at his indescribable feelings now.

In this way, the humbleness of love is ridiculous.

Seeing that the auction was about to start, Tang Mingge also sat back. Seeing something flicker in Fu Hang's calm eyes, he also looked in the direction he was looking. He didn't like He Qucheng at first, so naturally he didn't need to pretend to be too warm, he just asked Fu Hang why he didn't go to say hello, and then he didn't speak again.

Fu Hang was sloppy, and after answering Tang Mingge's question, he also looked back, but the moment he retracted, his eyes met, and both of them were stunned.

It was Fu Hang who reacted faster, smiled slightly at He Qucheng and stopped looking there.

The whole auction will be carried out in an orderly manner. The calligraphy and painting of the late Ming Dynasty that Fu Hang wants is in the fifth auction. When he was looking at the brochure, Fu Hang remembered the starting price and the additional price. It is not too expensive, after all, it is not from a famous teacher. The asking price is naturally not too high.

The first four items were not too expensive, and the highest one was only a little over 30 US dollars. Fu Hang knew that he should be able to get the calligraphy and painting.

But when it was time for the real auction, an American ran out of nowhere, and that American had also struck up a conversation with Fu Hang just now, and asked Fu Hang in proficient American English while putting his arm around Fu Hang's shoulders. Can't have a drink with him after the party.

Fu Hang answered him with a smile at that time, speaking a dialect with Fu Hang's smile actually looked a bit funny.

Fu Hang said: "Don't touch me, don't cut it." (Don't touch me, don't go)

Fu Hang didn't know if any American understood it. Anyway, he thought it was quite fierce, but now it seems that the fierceness is fierce, but it is also hated by others.

Seeing that the price of the calligraphy and painting in the late Ming Dynasty had reached nearly 40 U.S. dollars, Tang Mingge reminded Fu Hang on the sidelines, telling him not to be impulsive. Fu Hang didn't call up any more, it's unnecessary, it's too expensive and it's not worth it.

He bought a calligraphy and painting just to make Teacher Dong happy. If he spent too much money, he wouldn't be very interesting.

So after the auctioneer struck the hammer three times, the calligraphy and painting belonged to the American, but when the waiter was explaining something to the American gentleman, the American pointed at Fu Hang, and in the waiter's ear Whispered a few words.

After that there is an intermission.

There are only ten auction items in this auction, and the visitors are all merchants. Although there are some people who are interested in antiques, most of them are not here for self-cultivation, and conversations are inevitable.

Tang Mingge didn't know where he went with the champagne early on, so Fu Hang sat alone in his original position.Thinking about that pair of calligraphy and painting, I still feel a little pity, but I don't think it's just a sigh.

Teacher Dong hasn't seen him in the past few years, even if he sent calligraphy and paintings, it was Li Que who gave them. He just wanted to buy a calligraphy and painting picture to make Teacher Dong happy.

Teacher Dong is currently in the advanced stage of lung cancer, if Fu Hang can go to see him, of course he still wants to go, but if he can't, he can only think of ways to buy something.Fu Hang was thinking about asking a few friends who like antiques to pay attention next time, to see if there is any suitable item that he can trouble Li Que to send over.

When Fu Hang was thinking about what other ancient books Mr. Dong liked, he saw the waiter who was talking to the American just now come over and said in English: "Sir, the gentleman who bid with you just now wants to give you that set of calligraphy and painting." ,Do you want to?"

Fu Hang raised his eyebrows, and asked with a smile in the corner of his eyes: "According to the price he offered?"

The waiter leaned forward and shook his head, probably because he had seen this kind of thing a lot, and there was no trace of embarrassment in his voice, "The gentleman said that he is willing to give you something as a gift, but he wants you to stay with him for one night."

Fu Hang still smiled, but the smile was a bit cold, his eyelids were lifted up, and his tone was full of meanness, "Tell that gentleman, even if I have to pay for it, I won't buy that calligraphy and painting. Take his calligraphy and paintings to spend the night with him."

After Fu Hang finished speaking coldly, the waiter probably knew about this man's attitude, so he left without saying anything more.

Fu Hang saw the waiter walk up to the blond American and whispered a few words, the American looked at him with slanted eyes, also smiling, and waited until the waiter had finished talking to him, then served Holding the wine glass, he approached Fu Hang.

"You look good, but are you so unwilling to show your face?" Still speaking in American English, the American walked up to Fu Hang's chair and bent down, and the faint heat blew on Fu Hang's earlobe, "50 US dollars For one night, this one night is a bit expensive."

Fu Hang lowered his eyes. Even though he was leaning against the He family behind him in the entertainment circle, he had received such hints more or less, but it was the first time he saw such a straightforward one.

Fu Hang looked at this man carefully, and he had to admit that this man's face was like a crown of jade, whether it was a straight nose or deep eye sockets, but those eyes were more like gems filled with mist, There seems to be friendship lingering inside, looking forward to life.

If it was normal, Fu Hang might still have the intention to have a chat with this person, but as far as what he did, Fu Hang really didn't have that thought.But the people here are all famous people, and he is not easy to offend.

"Sir, you may have made a mistake." Fu Hang stood up, raised the wine glass in front of him and looked at the person behind him, "I always only accompany myself at night, not others."

Hearing his words, the American smiled even more flamboyantly, with a provocative look in his eyes, he held a wine glass and touched Fu Hang lightly, "Wouldn't it be because of this beautiful skin?" ?I'll let you have a good night. Trust me."

Fu Hang still smiled politely, but didn't answer any more.

He only felt that someone came behind him, took his hand and made him take a step back, protecting him behind him, and then he heard the person in front of him say indifferently to the American in Chinese: "You don't know me?" It's a little flattering to me that my brother is so fond of Mr. Taylor."

Mr. Taylor squinted at He Qucheng, but smiled without embarrassment, and replied in Chinese: "Since he is Mr. He's younger brother, then I am being rude."

"It's okay." He Qucheng said.

Standing behind He Qucheng, Fu Hang heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the American leave. He didn't know how much it would take to deal with this person on his own.

It turned out that in China, most people would see that he had never dared to be so explicit about his identity as He's family member. Today, Fu Hang has seen how debauched foreigners' "one night" demands are.

But he understood that the moment he looked up and saw He Qucheng standing in front of him, Fu Hang understood that at least he was safe.

"Are you okay?" He Qucheng negotiated with Taylor a few more words and after the man left, he turned around and looked at Fu Hang, "Why did you come to this reception? No one is with you?"

Fu Hang ignored him, and just called disrespectfully to the person behind him, "Sister-in-law."

Fu Hang didn't know his delusions from time to time, he felt that He Qucheng was stunned in disbelief at that moment, he seemed to want to say something but he didn't speak after all.

He just turned around and stood beside Wei Qin, introducing to her the relationship between Fu Hang and himself.

Fu Hang stood aside and just smiled, his eyes as always without any extra emotion, only when Wei Qin stretched out his hand to him out of politeness, Fu Hang's pupils constricted a little.

He didn't listen carefully to He Qucheng's introduction to Wei Qin, nor did he seriously want to make friends with his nominal sister-in-law.

Fu Hang didn't know where his inner defense line collapsed, but the ability to remain calm on the surface came from.He only knew that after He Qucheng left with Wei Qin, the hand he had just shaken with Wei Qin trembled a little.

Fu Hang sat on his seat and smiled wryly, probably still heartbroken.

A boy who has loved his entire youth seriously, and a week ago he was still saying that he would give himself a man who understands, and in a blink of an eye, he was standing with another woman, arm in arm, and loving each other, but he was a man who didn't even match his gender people.

Fu Hang raised the wine glass in front of him and drank the champagne in one gulp. After swearing, he returned to his original plain appearance.

He seemed to be the same Fu Hang from before, without any sorrow, joy or hatred.

But probably only he knows in his heart that he just doesn't want to lose more ugly than when he was 21 years old, and he doesn't want to beg him to look back at himself, to see his rotten scars and his desperate love meaning.

In some pits, one fall is enough, and you don’t have to wait until the bones are gone before you are willing to believe it. The so-called heavy head is just talking about hurting people to the bone.

The author has something to say:

He Ruoji: It's over, the daughter-in-law is angry, how to coax her, wait online.

Mr. Taylor: Go to bed and roll, I think it's fine.