I still have your pendant

Fu Hang didn't know what He Qucheng said to the American named Taylor, anyway, the calligraphy and paintings were still in Fu Hang's hands, and Fu Hang didn't pay a penny.

When the waiter handed over the calligraphy and painting in the second half of the intermission, Fu Hang was still a little puzzled, and after asking a few words, he took the things.

He Qucheng's favor was inherited by others, and he had no reason to refuse or not accept it.

Fu Hang always recognized the general situation, so he didn't say much or ask anything. After putting away the calligraphy and painting, he smiled slightly at Mr. Taylor to express his thanks, and then stopped looking at him.

Tang Mingge came back and sat down at the beginning of the second half of the auction. He was also surprised to see the calligraphy and painting, but he didn't ask any more questions.

He had seen the American talking to Fu Hang just now, but he didn't intervene after seeing He Qucheng passed by. It's better to be protected by his own family members than him, an outsider.

The two sat down without saying much, waiting for the auction to continue.

It's just that when the second half of the auction has not yet started, I don't know what happened.

First, the wine in the glass on the table became unstable, and then the chandelier above his head began to shake. Fu Hang had never experienced this since he was a child in the plains, and he was still at a loss. Then, someone shouted at the crowd in Japanese : "There's an earthquake, run!"

Fu Hang regained his composure, and suddenly remembered Li Que's joke before: "Japan often has earthquakes, so don't die in another country."

Fu Hang glanced at his current location, it was a little far away from the gate of the banquet hall, and even if he ran out, he had to open the door and run across the hotel lobby to reach the open space in front of the hotel.

The distance is at least 800 meters.He didn't panic too much, probably because he understood that most of the housing structures in Japan are not reinforced concrete like in his country, but it is not easy for these 20 or so tall buildings to collapse.

Fu Hang flocked to the gate with the flow of people. The crowd was not too crowded, probably because Japan has a good sense of escape.

However, while evacuating in an orderly manner, people are also stretched, colliding with each other, and some are almost unsteady and fall to the ground. It's the same as in the ocean ball pool, you can't grasp the depth and shallowness.

The noise of the crowd and the sound of the broken glass behind him broke into Fu Hang's eardrums. Fu Hang, holding the calligraphy and painting tightly in his hand, followed the crowd to evacuate.

But just when he was about to reach the door, he suddenly heard someone calling his name very loudly from a long distance under the scene of confusion in various languages.

"Fu Hang!"

"Fu Hang! Where are you?"

Fu Hang didn't know why, but he couldn't help feeling warm when he heard this voice, and replied, "Here!"

Probably because there were not many Chinese people who came to the banquet, Fu Hang's voice sounded abrupt in the crowd, but no one cared, the trembling of the earth was more frightening than anything else, when disasters and nightmares came together signs of coming.

He Qucheng walked in the opposite direction of the crowd, running towards the exit, the crowd resisted a bit, but it was not enough to stop him.

The custom-made suit on his body was already a little wrinkled due to the crowd, but in the next second, he followed the sound and caught the arm of the person he wanted to find.

"I found you." Panting, He Qucheng took Fu Hang's hand and ran with the crowd.

Fu Hang felt that his wrist was being pulled by someone, and he was startled when he saw He Qucheng coming towards him.

Compared with Fu Hang, He Qucheng sat much closer to the exit. Did he turn back to find himself?Still waiting for yourself?

Fu Hang didn't let himself study it carefully, but when he saw the other party pulling his wrist and leading him to the hotel exit, Fu Hang suddenly smiled.

Even on this shaky ground, the hand that never let go made him believe that he cared about himself noncommittally.

It seemed that no matter what happened, the person holding him would lead him to run like this, and this run was like a lifetime.

At this moment, it was probably the first time after this person returned to him that Fu Hang felt his frenzied heartbeat just like when he was eighteen or nineteen years old. It is also an extravagant request to raise the eyebrows.

After so many years, Fu Hangxiao is still the same as when he was eighteen or nineteen years old. He is still his reliance as always, and he still has the hotness that belongs only to him.

Fu Hang knows that he has never been as calm and indifferent as he really is, but he is used to covering up and disguising, and is used to pretending that the years are quiet and the world is stable.

So when a person appears now, sooner or later, feelings will eventually be like a fire, burning up his Garden of Erie, forcing him to eat the unknowable forbidden fruit.

Fu Hang thought, he probably fell miserably in this pit.

As long as this person shows a little kindness towards him, his original ecstasy of resentment will disappear, leaving only the love that grows wildly like a weed, and his willingness to remain unswerving until death.

"Y-should be fine..., it's quite empty here," He Qucheng dragged Fu Hang for a long distance, and he didn't let go until he confirmed that the earthquake was no longer so strong and there were no tall buildings nearby, "It's okay ?”

Being dragged by He Qucheng, Fu Hang also ran in a hurry, nodded his hands on his knees and panted, and said in an unsteady breath: "Thank you."

Fu Hang didn't ask where He Qucheng and Wei Qin are now, nor did he ask why he came back to find him. After some things were confirmed, he never needed an answer, and he would rather deceive himself than reveal the truth.

Indeed, Fu Hang was not afraid to hear that He Qucheng said that he first sent Wei Qin to a safe area before coming to find him, nor was he afraid to hear that he came to find him after being separated from Wei Qin in the crowd, the process was not important, Because this result has made me willing to be deceived and sink.

He Qucheng seemed to have regained his strength, raised his hand to wipe the dust off his face from the earthquake, and was about to speak to Fu Hang when he heard Wei Qin calling him not far away.

Fu Hang narrowed his eyes, glanced at He Qucheng, then smiled, stood up and patted him, "Let's go."

After that, Fu Hang didn't wait any longer for He Qucheng's answer, and walked into the crowd that had just run out to find Tang Mingge.

It's just that He Qucheng looked at the back of Fu Hang's leaving, and couldn't tell whether the back was lonely or helpless for a while, he just felt that the person walking alone looked a little lonely.

But now he has no reason to go up and hug him, and there is no reason to blatantly hold his hand and walk shoulder to shoulder with him in the sun, he can only let him wait, there is no other way.

The location where Fu Hang and the others were located did not seem to be the epicenter, but the ground shook slightly due to the impact of the epicenter.

Tang Mingge didn't know where he was now. Fu Hang guessed that he must have run away, so he didn't worry any more. He just found a flower bed with the crowd and sat down.

There are all kinds of voices in the crowd. People from other countries who have not experienced it are smiling and talking about their surviving lives with their relatives. Some Japanese people who have escaped lamented when will the days when such earthquakes frequently occur.

Fu Hang took out his mobile phone, and after thinking for a long time, he opened the WeChat chat interface with Li Qun, intending to send a message.

But before he could finish typing, Li Que called.

The environment on the other end of the phone was a little noisy, but Li Que's voice sounded a little low for no reason, "Are you okay? I just read the news about an earthquake in the shallow sea area of ​​Japan, and I don't know where you are. Are you okay? What I told you about 'died away from home' is just a joke, don't take it seriously."

Fu Hang smiled, played with the calligraphy and painting rolled up in his hand, and replied: "It's okay, maybe it's far away from the epicenter, so I ran out."

"Yes, that's fine."

Li Que seemed to be relieved, but just when Fu Hang wanted to tell her to ask her to bring the calligraphy and painting over when she went to see Teacher Dong next time, he heard Li Que say: "Fu Hang, if you have nothing to do, come back quickly. Dong Teacher...may not be able to do it anymore."

Fu Hang stopped holding the calligraphy and painting, and the calligraphy and painting just rolled to the ground.

"I was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment two days ago, and I have been lying in the ICU for a whole day," Li Que's voice was a little choked up, "Mr. Qu was with him at that time...but he, but he couldn't sign the operation responsibility letter at that time, a 50 The old man took the hospital staff and explained for a long time. He said he was his lover, but he still couldn't sign it... He said yes, saying it had no legal effect... He was a man in his 50s... He was over 50, squatting At the door of the operating room weeping like a child..."

"Stop talking, I'll buy the nearest ticket to go back," Fu Hang lowered his voice, not wanting to listen to Li Qun's further words, squatting on the ground with red eyes to pick up the calligraphy and painting, "Take care of Mr. Qu."

Fu Hang turned around and stopped a taxi not far from the hotel to go back to the hotel to pick up his luggage. By the way, he booked the nearest flight back to City W in the car. Because the shallow sea area was at the epicenter, the flights at the airport were still available. Can take off.

Fu Hang couldn't find Tang Mingge's person, so he had to call him and said that he had something to do and had to go back to China first.

It's just that when Fu Hang arrived at the airport, he was stunned, probably because he was afraid that there would be aftershocks. Many people gathered around the airport waiting to go through the formalities. Fu Hang's plane ticket might be because he booked a little earlier, so There are still seats in the economy class, but the scene of the sea of ​​people really surprised him.

Before boarding the plane, Fu Hang still sent a message to Li Que. The direct ticket he bought would arrive at W City Airport in 4 hours. He hoped that Li Que would reply in time to tell him the address of the hospital.

Fu Hang was still holding the calligraphy and painting in his hand, and he didn't put them in the suitcase. He hoped that if he had a chance, he could hand them over to Teacher Dong himself. He hoped that he could go back in time to see Teacher Dong for the last time.

Because with Mr. Dong's character, if he is awake, he will definitely not let himself go to the hospital. This time may really be the last time.

Fu Hang didn't dare to think about the scene that Li Que told Fu Hang on the phone.

Mr. Qu and Mr. Dong have been together for most of their lives. When Mr. Dong talked about it before, when the man in his 40s talked about his lover, there was a smile in the corner of his eye.

Teacher Dong said that at that time, the two of them were young teenagers, and they wanted to be together because of their hearts, and then they walked away like that for most of their lives.

Teacher Qu spoiled him and pampered him. Although he always complained that he didn't wash his mouth every night before going to bed, and always liked to use the disposable plastic bag outside, but he was always tolerant and took his hand to move forward. Walk.

In Fu Hang's eyes, Qu Lao is a very gentle man, always smiling, and rarely speaks, but every time Mr. Dong jumps up and wants to send him away, Qu Lao comes over to stop him. While blinking at Fu Hang, he pretended to yell at Teacher Dong.

When Fu Hang first met Mr. Dong and Mr. Qu in college, he wondered whether he and He Qusheng could live like this in the future. Just like Mr. Dong and Mr. Qu, the relationship between the two is loving and passionate , with softness and love in their eyes, and they also support and accompany each other.

Mr. Dong laughed at himself and Mr. Qu always had the kind of love of "seeing all the smoke and rain in the world, but luckily having you in the end". The two have been passionate, entangled, lingering, and accompanied.

Fu Hang couldn't imagine the man in his 50s crying when he squatted at the door of the operating room because he couldn't sign the critical illness notice, nor could he imagine the man who was so optimistic as a whole lying in the ICU now.

Teacher Dong and Mr. Qu have always treated him very well, so good that Fu Hang felt as if he was their own child.

Fu Hang leaned on the seat of the plane. The plane had already ascended to an altitude of [-] meters. Fu Hang had taken many night flights, but he had never felt the unstoppable heartbeat in his chest like this one.

He was afraid of what would happen when the plane landed four hours later, and also afraid of his own helplessness and regret when he faced Mr. Qu.

The author has something to say:

He Ruoji: Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Fu Sensei: It's all right.