I still have your pendant

After Fu Hang got off the car, he didn't think much about it. He didn't think much about it when he saw He Qucheng driving away by himself, but later, for some reason, he couldn't hold back anymore, and walked more and more slowly, and stopped at the end. Next, he stood half-limped on the sidewalk, staring at the sky in a daze.

Fu Hang may have to admit that his reflex arc is a bit long, because he didn't feel a little heartache until nearly 10 minutes later, as if it was because he was sure from the beginning that there would be no good results with He Qusheng, so that kind of pain It's not obvious at first.

It's like being pressed under the ruins for a long time, so I don't feel it, it's numb and indifferent, and it didn't break out until now.

Fu Hang sighed, he couldn't tell whether it was He Qucheng or other feelings that caused him pain, he just felt that what he said broke up this time, maybe it was really broken up.

Because he couldn't feel the slightest nostalgia for He Qucheng, as if no matter how he and He Qucheng ended, the relationship that had tortured them for nearly ten years was finally settled.

Fu Hang felt as if he was relieved, because he didn't want to turn back, he was too tired, whether it was this kind of relationship or what He Qucheng kept from him, it made him feel physically and mentally exhausted.

It's funny to think about it, it's that person who clearly said he wouldn't let go, and it's also that person who asked himself if he wanted him, why did it end like this, Fu Hang couldn't figure it out, and he didn't expect to be able to figure it out now.

Now this series of things is like a strange circle, obviously pulling him in but still not letting him see the true face.

Fu Hang stood there and smiled wryly, he never thought that he would be in pain.

He was the one who said goodbye, and he was the one who said to get together and leave, not to mention that on the surface he left resolutely in the past.

In fact, there are actually quite a lot of reasons for breaking up.

Because I feel that the relationship is tired, because I don't understand some words, because He Qucheng has never given himself an equal status, but what about in his heart?In the end, I was still longing, longing for that person to confess to me, longing for knowing the truth, longing for He Qucheng to give me enough sense of security.

But I don't understand some words, because I broke up, so forget it.

Fu Hang lowered his eyes, and didn't let himself think about the statement he made just now, for fear that the more he thought about it, the deeper he would fall.

Fu Hang sighed, it seemed that Li Que was more farsighted than him in terms of feelings.Now he has fallen to the bottom of the pit again, and what awaits him is still the abyss.

After Fu Hang stood there for a while, he slowly tried to move forward.

He doesn't need to look in the mirror now that he looks like a ghost, he knows that he must look terribly depressed now, he wanted to call Li Que and ask her to pick him up, but after thinking about it, he gave up, the studio must be busy It's a mess, he'd better not cause trouble.

Fu Hang limped along the side of the road like this, looking up at the traffic lane next to him from time to time, trying to stop a car or simply wanting to relax and relieve the pain in his knees and back.

The detention center is located in the outskirts, there are not many vehicles and pedestrians coming and going, and it is almost meal time, and there are almost no people along the way, so the seven-seater silver van following Fu Hang is particularly conspicuous.

Fu Hang didn't pay much attention to that car at the beginning, until he found that he walked and parked the car, he couldn't describe it in his heart.

He couldn't tell if it was the illegitimate fan following or something else, but if it was the case before, he would have run away long ago, but now he can't run because of his injury and he doesn't know what's going on in the car.

The recent series of events made his nerves highly tense, and he had to pay more attention.

Fu Hang controlled his pace and took a few steps forward. Out of the corner of his eye, he paid attention to the car behind him. He looked around for a while, then suddenly accelerated his speed and looked at the path beside the sidewalk before rushing in.

The path next to the sidewalk is quite narrow, and vans will definitely not be able to enter it due to the restrictions of flower beds and greenery.

If Fu Hang himself was overthinking and the people in the car were just illegitimate meals, then Fu Hang might still be able to get away, but if not, he would have to run as fast as he could for the rest of the time.

Facts have proved that the situation that Fu Hang is facing now is the latter.Because he heard the yelling of people getting off the car and the muffled sound of metal objects hitting the ground.

Fu Hang didn't have time to look back, so he could only try to run forward.

Now in this situation, he can't analyze anything at all. The only thing he can understand is the fact that he was targeted as soon as he left the detention center. As for who is trying to trick others, Fu Hang can't guess.

Now that this situation is here, it is impossible for him to catch him without knowing who the other party is.

Fu Hang read the news a few days ago, the outskirts where the detention center is located are about to be demolished due to land planning issues, and there are no people there, so it is unnecessary for him to call for help, and it is unlikely that he can find someone in this situation. He couldn't hide, he could only run, because that was his only way out.

Fu Hang understood that it was certain to run, the key was where to run, Fu Hang looked at the sky approaching dusk, and his mind went blank for an instant.

"Whoosh-"

A rapid voice pulled Fu Hang back from his thoughts.

When Fu Hang turned his head and hadn't seen clearly what the person behind him was doing, another "whoosh—" passed by his ear, but this time Fu Hang saw clearly that it was an arrow crossbow.Some sharp crossbows were inserted into the mud not far from Fu Hang's side, and they stood steadily at an angle.

Fu Hang ran out not far away because of his injury. Hearing the approaching footsteps of the people behind him, and the arrow crossbow, he was a little scared. He took out his mobile phone almost reflexively and prepared to call the police, but the three numbers 110 had not had time. When he dialed out, he was startled by the sharp ringtone of the mobile phone, and he didn't even have time to look at the call interface, so he answered it directly.

Fu Hang was still running forward, and just as he was about to speak, he heard He Qucheng's voice coming from the phone, and the man asked, "Where are you?"

Fu Hang was a little stunned, but reflexively said to the phone: "He Qucheng, save me!"

He Qucheng panicked when he heard Fu Hang's voice, but he calmed down immediately, but there was a little eagerness in his voice, "Where are you? Turn on the phone location, I'll find you."

"Okay!" Fu Hang answered quickly, still running, but the straight line was already out of the arc by him, and another arrow crossbow brushed past him, "Hurry up, they have crossbows in their hands!"

Hearing He Qucheng cursed, Fu Hang glanced back, but it was just this glance that caused the arrow crossbow that could have hit his head to slash his cheeks, and he felt some warm liquid running down his cheeks. His cheek brushed across, and Fu Hang said to himself that it was dangerous, but he was still running forward desperately.

Fu Hang didn't have time to talk to He Qucheng any more, so he let go and ran forward.

He seemed to hear the angry curses from the people behind him, but the arrows and crossbow attacks did not stop. Fu Hang secretly heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that those people had no intention of killing him, otherwise he didn't know that he was still alive. How much you can dodge to prevent yourself from getting hurt.

The mobile phone was held in his hand by Fu Hang, and he didn't have time to look at it. Taking advantage of the abuse and disputes of the group, he quickened his pace and ran forward with all his might.

The wind whizzed past his ears, and rushed into his nasal cavity with the smell of blood. Fu Hang felt a burst of heart palpitations, and raised his hand to wipe off the blood stains on his face. It seemed that because he touched the wound in panic, he gasped. Taking a breath, something seemed to be churning in his stomach, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Fu Hang always felt that he was not afraid of death. He didn't feel any pain when he cut his wrist because of He Qucheng, but this time it seemed to be different. When he saw the blood on the back of his hand, Fu Hang suddenly felt a burst of fear of death.

That's a human's physiological reaction. Because the darkness in front of me is so close, I feel scared, and I feel flustered and paralyzed with fear.

Ignoring the injury on his leg, he ran forward at once, and then turned a corner and entered a residential area that had just been demolished halfway. He used the unfinished floor to cover up and watched the demolition situation. In a dilapidated residential building.

This was Fu Hang's gamble, he knew that He Qusheng was unlikely to be able to rush to his side during this period of time, and it was also unlikely that he could escape this predicament relying on him alone.

He bet that the group of people couldn't find him, and he also bet that He Qucheng could come over in time, his body was already at its limit, and he felt a tearing pain in his knee after running into the ruins within a few steps.

Fu Hang squatted in the residential building without speaking, glanced at the screen of the mobile phone and directly pinched the call interface to mute the phone.

The upper floor of the building he is taking now has been demolished, leaving only the lower three floors. Fu Hang hung his waist and hid in the gap between the stairs on the second and third floors that collapsed due to demolition. Hearing footsteps, he suddenly held his breath and didn't gasp again.

He heard the voices of those people cursing and complaining.

"At the gate of the detention center, a single blow to his leg could make him run away. I was also convinced." Whoever said that, stood under the floor where Fu Hang was hiding.

"It's not easy for us to do business when we go back, and we can't get anyone." The other person didn't answer his words, but complained a little.

"You fucking know it's not easy to use a crossbow!" It seems that the leader has spoken, and the voice of cursing makes the people below tremble, "They all said to shoot on the legs, shoot on the legs, each newbie, shoot Fucking heads! Are you responsible for killing people?"

"Boss calm down," he seemed to be a younger brother, seeing the awkward atmosphere, he smiled and came out to play the original field, "Now there are not many people to find, maybe he is hiding here, brothers, look for him separately, his leg is injured, he can't run Far."

The person in the lead didn't speak, but just let out a muffled snort and told them to go down and search separately.

Not long after Fu Hang breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the sound of someone coming up from downstairs. The palm of Fu Hang holding the mobile phone broke out in cold sweat, and shrank into the gap again.

But it seems that the man didn't care about the situation at the stairs, and went directly into the half-demolished residential house. Later, the man probably didn't gain much, and stepped on the stairs that would not collapse on Fu Hang's head. building.

Fu Hang secretly heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. Hearing the movement, he crawled out of the gap with his body sideways, and sneaked into the residential house that the person inspected just now. The house was not affected by the demolition. It is complete, and a few large pieces of furniture that are somewhat incomplete can be seen.

Fu Hang didn't think much about it, and he didn't care if it wasn't clean. He just lay on the ground and got under the bed. If the person didn't come to check, he probably wouldn't have found him.

Fu Hang himself comforted himself and persuaded himself to calm down. He no longer cared about the pain because his heartbeat was so loud that he couldn't care about anything else.

Fu Hang lay under the bed board and looked out through the gap. He only saw that the footsteps of the man who was about to go down the second floor stopped at the place where he was hiding just now. Fu Hang had a secret way, but in the next second, The man almost entered the room where he was hiding.

Fu Hang was startled inwardly, looking at the situation in front of him, he calculated how likely he was to avoid this person and run out of this room, and then be caught up by the group of people below.

Just when Fu Hang thought that the possibility of him being able to escape this time was very slim, suddenly the siren sounded from downstairs, and Fu Hang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he was saved.

The man also heard the siren and trotted down the stairs, not knowing where he was going.

Fu Hang climbed out from under the bed, leaned against the window of the room, and watched the group of people running around scattered. After Fu Hang sneered in his heart, he slumped down on the ground as if suddenly exhausted.

He was really tired, his whole body was hurting, and he had no energy to get up again.

Fu Hang sat by the wall, watching the interface of the phone in his hand suddenly light up, it was the caller ID, He Qucheng called, and it was already the eighth call.

Fu Hang opened the page directly, clicked answer, and before he could speak, he heard the urgent question from the other end of the phone, "Where is the person? Are you okay? Don't move, I'll go find you."

Fu Hang knew that the man couldn't see his movements, but he still nodded, patted the dust on his body, rolled up his trouser legs and looked at the injury on his knee, and suddenly smiled, as if feeling a little emotional, facing the Bypassed, "He Qucheng, I probably love you so much that I was willing to die for you in the past."

The afterglow of the setting sun outside the window came in, and Fu Hang saw through the window that the shadow of the moon had risen into the sky, and he said to himself, mockingly, "But it's true, I don't seem to be afraid of dying for you, the rest I'm afraid."

He Qucheng listened over there and didn't say anything, he just cursed noncommittally, "Crazy."

In the second half of the sentence, He Qucheng walked up to Fu Hang with his mobile phone and said, "Unless I die earlier than you, otherwise I won't let you die before me."

Fu Hang watched the man hang up the phone, put the phone back into his pocket, leaned over and squatted beside him, stared at his kneecaps, his eyes were full of distress, but his mouth was full of embarrassment. With a smile, "I've been looking for you until it's almost dark."

Fu Hang looked at the person in front of him without speaking. Looking at the broken hair on the forehead, the handsome eyebrows and the thin lips that looked a little wet, Fu Hang didn't know if it was because of the wind and sand blowing in through the window just now. Lost eyes, eye sockets a little sore that I want to cry.

But he stopped, didn't speak, just looked at him, there were stars shining and jumping in that person's eyes, and there were waves in the sea rippling and rolling, he looked at that person smiling at him, only felt that the person With a breath of breath, she slowly approached and hugged him in her arms, feeling his slight kiss down the corner of her eyes.

Then he heard the man bury his head in his neck and ask him something in a muffled voice.

He asked him: "Let's not break up, shall we? Give me a chance, I really want to have a good time with you."

Fu Hang didn't speak, and put his head on the man's shoulder, he could hear the tone of the man in front of him.There was no excessive or superfluous emotion in He Qucheng's tone, only a sincere and undisguised longing.

Fu Hang knew that this person was serious, or that he was serious when he asked him if he wanted him in the hospital, but Fu Hang was afraid, he was afraid of what happened today, He Qucheng always made himself worry about him He was also afraid, and he was even more afraid of the unclear truth of the incident.

But during the time when he was running desperately not long ago, in the moment of numbness and trance before the siren sounded just now, what he could think of in his mind was not his father in the detention center, nor the stupid being taken care of by Xu Ma, Not to mention the truth of events that are confusing and confusing.

At that moment, all he could think about was the man beside him, he wished he could stay by his side all the time, he wished he would never see the news of his engagement, he wished he could tell him what he just said on the road It was all his indiscriminate words, and he hoped that he could explain to the person beside him how much he loved him during those muddled youth.

Fu Hang understands that as long as the person beside him is with him, he doesn't care about suffering and trauma, nor does he care about the truth of those bullshit incidents.

He loves him, and it has believed in this point more than once in the rented house where the blood is constantly flowing. He is probably just like what he said himself. He loves him so much that he can face death without hesitation.

Fu Hang lowered his eyebrows and did not answer. He knew that the person in front of him would always be a special case for him.

But his worries now are indeed the problems they will face in the future. He is afraid that what happened on the curb will happen again today. In retrospect, we should still be separated from each other. He doesn't want to make himself regret, and he doesn't want He Qucheng to regret either.

Seeing that Fu Hang didn't answer, He Qucheng didn't ask any more questions, let go of him, turned around, changed his posture and turned his back towards him, "Come on, I'll carry you down."

Fu Hang glanced at his knee, didn't tweak anything, nodded and lay down on it, with a smile unconsciously showing on the corner of his mouth.

Fu Hang sniffed the familiar smell of shower gel on this man, feeling relaxed for no reason, and said suddenly, "I don't want to quarrel with you from now on."

He Qucheng paused, nodded and agreed.

"I don't want you to treat me like a child anymore. I need to know something."

"it is good."

"I also don't want me to make decisions for me, male chauvinism."

"it is good."

"One more thing." Fu Hang buried his head in He Qucheng's neck, and kissed his neck.

"Huh?" He Qucheng smiled and looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

"We hope we can be together, for a long time."

Fu Hangru said that he probably couldn't find a good word to describe it, or felt that those four-character words were too bad, so he emphasized the four words "a long time, a long time" many times.

Fu Hang just spoke according to his own heart, he knew that he couldn't let go of this person, and also knew that only this person could give him love.

He loves him more than anyone else, there is no need to dwell too much on the past, because the present is the present, and the present is eternal.

"it is good."

When Fu Hang heard the man he confessed to, he replied.