I still have your pendant

There was only silence for the two of them on the way from the airport hall to the parking lot.Fu Hang is not a person who speaks easily, and He Qucheng obviously has no desire to talk to him, just looks at him.

Fu Hang frowned a little displeased but still let him go.He was just not used to this person staring at him, but he couldn't say he was disgusted, it was better than being stared at by those black fans.

Fu Hang walked into the parking lot and threw He Qucheng's luggage into the trunk, turning a blind eye to the surprise in He Qucheng's eyes when he saw the car, and just opened the back door to signal He Qucheng to go in.

He Qucheng didn't listen to him, but went straight to the front passenger's door, opened the door and sat in directly.

The Earl was lying on the back seat of the car, and when he saw someone from the co-pilot coming up for no reason, he gave a low bark, and was stopped by Fu Hang with his lukewarm eyes.

Fu Hang walked to the driver's seat door, and opened the car door without any hesitation, and said to He Qucheng while starting the car, "If you can't handle the jet lag, you should sleep for a while, at least there is still some distance to go back to the house. "

"Why did you come here with this car?" He Qucheng asked, "Where's your car?"

"I lived in He's house yesterday, and Li Que sent me back. My car is at the apartment," Fu Hang explained, "It's useless to park your car at this house anyway, it's okay to leave it alone."

He Qucheng didn't speak, and closed his eyes after putting on his seat belt.

The atmosphere in Fu Hang's car was a bit oppressive for a while, making people breathless and suffocating.Fu Hang lowered the car window on his side a little bit to allow the air in the car to circulate a bit.

Fu Hang thought about it for a while, in fact, He Qucheng is not much different from the original impression. He used to look like this. The air pressure around him was extremely low and he was unsmiling. Fu Hang once wondered if he was often possessed by some unclean things. .

But at that time, Fu Hang didn't care at all, wishing to show him his heart.But now, in the final analysis, maybe the mood is different, and the atmosphere I feel is also different after all.

If Fu Hang met such a scene of being alone with He Qucheng before, he might have woken up with a smile in his dreams, but now after all, Fu Hang's heart is not at all turbulent. If there is any emotion, it is embarrassment and depression.

It wasn't until the car drove out for a while, almost getting off the airport expressway, that the man suddenly asked, "Did you see the pendant hanging on this car?"

Fu Hang was stunned for a moment, then said, "No, this car didn't have a pendant when I got up."

"Really?" He Qucheng sat up, his sly eyes seemed to be able to see through Fu Hang's thoughts, but after a while he said again, "If you don't have it, then you don't have it, it's not something important anyway."

"yes."

The pendant is now lying in Fu Hang's pocket, causing him severe pain.His youthful thoughts were nothing to him, so why should he feel ashamed now because of the differences between the two of them.

Fu Hang laughed at himself, and suddenly stepped up the accelerator.

Just as Fu Hang guessed, it was almost four o'clock when we arrived at He Zhai.

Fu Hang felt that he probably spent most of the whole day in the car, not to mention the low air pressure of He Qucheng and his words on the way back, which made him feel a little irritable for no reason.

After driving the car into He's house, he got out of the car and greeted the earl and walked into the house, regardless of the old lady calling him behind.It was He Qucheng, who stood by the car alone and looked at Fu Hang's back, twitching the corners of his mouth quietly.

Later, Fu Hang went back to the room to calm down and think about it. He Qucheng's attitude towards him before was clear to Fu Hang himself.

In the past, he was licking his face and wanting to give the pendant to someone else. Besides, that person didn't care about this thing a few years ago, and it doesn't make sense for him to care about it now.

After pondering for a long time, Fu Hang suddenly realized that it might not be He Qucheng who was angry with him now, but the self who was unwilling to face the past.

Fu Hang held the pendant in his hand and played with it. There was a photo in the pendant, which was secretly taken by Fu Hang when He Qucheng was 18 years old.

Probably like all teenagers who fall in love for the first time, Fu Hunter stuffed a note under the photo, after all, because the size of the pendant is too small.

As for what he wrote, Fu Hang can't remember at all now, but he swears that he doesn't want to know what he once wrote. Don't know about it.

Fu Hang smiled, and suddenly felt that the love at that time was real and pure, pure like uncarved jade, inadvertently revealing the uncanny workmanship of nature.But now, I'm afraid that Fu Hang no longer has the heart to treat anyone like that.

This is what He Qucheng saw when he came in. Fu Hang was sitting on the bed alone with a pendant in his hand, and he didn't know what he was giggling at.

Seeing him coming in, Fu Hang stood by the bed cleverly, and suddenly asked, "What are you doing here?"

He Qucheng looked at him with imperceptible tenderness in his eyes, "This is my room."

Fu Hang was speechless, put the pendant back into his pocket, and was about to go out as if no one else was around, but was blocked by He Qucheng, "Should you return that thing to me?"

Fu Hang naturally knew what he was referring to, but he asked, "Isn't it unimportant? Can you give it to me?"

"No."

"Oh."

Fu Hang understood, since he wanted to go back, he just returned it. In fact, this thing is not bad for anyone. After all, Fu Hang liked the person in front of him for real, and the doom of his feelings cannot be escaped. Fu Hang understands the truth.

But when returning the thing, Fu Hang half-jokingly said, "Then please don't put this thing in such a conspicuous place in the future. After all, what has passed is also gone. I still want to save some face for myself."

I don't know what He Qucheng heard from these words, and suddenly grabbed the hand that he handed over the pendant, and when Fu Hangzheng was suspicious of what the man wanted, he only heard He Qucheng ask, "Do you regret it? About the past? "

Fu Hang smiled, but he pulled He Qucheng's hand away, his eyes were so calm that no trace of emotion could be seen, he just answered the wrong question and said: "How should I say? After all, it's all over. You are my brother, and I am your brother." This kind of relationship is very good. If you don’t regret it in the future, why worry about it so much, I’ll go down first and ask someone to clean my room.”

After finishing speaking, before He Qucheng could reply, he led the Earl downstairs.

It's just that when he was about to reach the stairs, he didn't know if it was Fu Hang's illusion. He seemed to hear the person behind him saying unconsciously, "But I regret it, do you know?"

Fu Hang didn't look back, but walked straight to the stairs.

For such a He Qucheng, he was a little scared for no reason, but more often than not, he found it funny.

He doesn't know what he regrets now, but if he regrets it now, what did he do in the past, and those bastard things he did, Fu Hang doesn't want to settle the old score with him, and there is no need.

When he came back this time, Fu Hang's attitude was already obvious.

Whether you care about him or talk to him, Fu Hang is no longer the same person he used to be, and he will no longer be led by the nose by He Qucheng, nor will he pitifully beg him to turn back after being dumped by him halfway.

It was too bad in the past, he spent several years hating He Qucheng, but now?After all, I can't hate or complain.

Although time is a quack doctor, there is nothing wrong with being cured by medicine.

At least he is getting along with He Qucheng now, all he has left in his heart is embarrassment and indifference, he will return the pendant if he asks him, and he will pick him up when he wants to pick him up at the airport.

In fact, thinking back carefully to He Qucheng a few years ago, it seemed that he didn't owe him anything except that he didn't like him, but it was probably this dislike that made Fu Hang breathless.

After all, no one will be willing to love someone until death after paying and not getting an equal return.

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Throughout the afternoon and evening, Fu Hang and He Qucheng were relatively silent. As for the atmosphere at the dinner table, Fu Hang felt a little tight in his chest.He Qucheng didn't seem to have said the regretful words, he just sat and ate opposite Fu Hang, looked at Fu Hang from time to time but didn't say anything.

He Yaohua was very happy, probably because He Qucheng came back so rarely.

Fu Hang heard that he didn't seem to plan to leave after he came back this time, and he was fully prepared to take over the company group in He Yaohua's hands.

As for Fu Hang, he has always been the one who doesn't talk much in the He family. It was okay when he liked to cling to He Qucheng before, and he always liked to follow He Qucheng when he talked. Not to mention what to say to He Yaohua.

Fu Hang ate with his mouth shut, but was called by the old lady from time to time.

"Why didn't Fu Hang talk? He just went to dinner and didn't talk to Qu Cheng."

"Fu Hang, look at you and learn more from Qu Sheng, and don't always stay in a place like the entertainment industry where the energy is so smoky."

"I didn't say, Fu Hang, you, it would be great if you had half of Qu Cheng..."

The old lady kept chanting these few words back and forth, and Fu Hang sat beside him eating, as if he couldn't hear them all.

It's not a day or two since the old lady is long and short. Ever since he entered the entertainment industry and was told nonsense by the old lady, Fu Hang has always wondered whether He Qucheng was born by his mother, and he was just a pickpocket. come kid.

"Don't talk about Fu Hang like that," He Yaohua said on the sidelines, "Mr. Jin's daughter really likes Fu Hang, and besides, there are not many male actors who can win awards at a young age."

Fu Hang smiled, he couldn't tell how close he was to this nominal father Fu Hang.

In the early years when Fu Hang's father, Fu Jie, was still alive, Fu Jie and this person in front of him were brothers and sisters. Fu Hang couldn't like He Yaohua, no matter how good that person was to him, it might be due to moral prohibition and spiritual disapproval. Even if He Yaohua treats him better than He Qucheng, he just can't accept the man in front of him from the bottom of his heart.

Fu Hang didn't eat much at that table, and he went back to his room directly after the first one left.

His room had just been cleaned, and the windows were still open for ventilation.

The count was lying on the bed, as if he was asleep, humming softly from time to time, as if he was chasing something in his dream.

Fu Hang walked to the window, closed the window until there was almost a gap left, and leaned on the bed. His room layout was almost the same as He Qucheng's, with warmer tones.

The layout of the room is quite simple. When you open the door, you can see a huge double bed. On the wall next to the bed is a whole wall of bookcases, equipped with a desktop computer. I often use the Internet to play games, but when I come back, I play less and less.On the opposite side of the bookcase wall is a wardrobe. In front of the bed is a pure wool carpet imported from Europe. People feel itchy when they step on it, but they feel very comfortable.

Fu Hang went to the bed and sat down, looking for a book from the bookcase beside him and reading it, stroking the earl who was not sleeping well from time to time.

It may be that the breeze after nightfall is too comfortable, or the words on the book are boring, Fu Hang doesn't know when he fell asleep.

But he felt that someone walked into his room lightly after falling asleep, took out the book in his hand, and tucked him in the quilt. Stuff warns off.

Fu Hang knew who that person was, but he didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't know whether it was because he was greedy for that person's tenderness or because he didn't want to break this rare tranquility and slept too deeply. Fu Hang thought it was the latter.

Just when Fu Hang was thinking about something, he vaguely felt that something soft had landed on his lips, perhaps because his eyelids were too heavy, but Fu Hang still didn't move, but turned sideways.

The man didn't make any next move, but Fu Hang had an inexplicable feeling that the man must be smiling now. Before Fu Hang could figure out what his intentions were, he heard the man whispering in his ear. The voice said "good night".

Then Fu Hang only heard the sound of the room door being gently closed.

The author has something to say:

Director Fu: Is it important to give you another chance?

He Ruoji: Yes yes yes yes, absolutely.