[Fu Ba] love poem

Fushimi didn't understand why he was angry.It's just that there was a burst of anger for no reason, not only to Bada, but also to himself.He drove all night, hurried back to Tokyo, and felt that it was inappropriate to go to Munakata early in the morning, so he wandered around all morning.While hugging his coffee in the parking lot of the building, he thought about finding Munakata by himself, so what can he say?Said intuition that something happened to H agency?It's no wonder Munakata didn't call him stupid.But if Company H is fine, why did Hatta call him so late?He knows Hatta too well, no matter how self righteous he was in the past.Hatta's character he thinks he understands better than anyone in this world.Hatta's preferences, his tone of voice, his way of thinking, no one knows better than Fushimi Saru Hiko.This is his only arrogant confidence.There must be something.As a result, Munakata disappeared again.Fushimi had no choice but to go to Awashima's office and ask her if the head of the office flew to Paris again. "No...the director left a message telling you to come back quickly. I thought you were still in Nara, did you just rush back?" Awashima stopped Fushimi who turned to leave. "Fushimi-kun, tell me clearly, what's going on, is there a big problem with H Club?" Fushimi was a little surprised by her sensitivity.In the end, it was Munakata who saved Club H. He was just a bystander.Indescribably useless and blocked.Hatta stopped him now and said thank you.So sincere, even enthusiastic, but to Fushimi's ears it was a merciless mockery, even though he knew Hatta didn't mean it that way.Even if Hatta really asks him for help, what can he do as a writer?He is far inferior to Munakata, who can quietly ask his aunt to buy the shares of H Club for the sake of Zhou Fang.He was neither foresight nor considerate, neither tolerant nor understanding nor preventive.On the way to Club H, he asked Munakata, "Director, you are Sirius, right?" "Oh, that's already in the past." Munakata was actually quite honest.He has a tranquility that is neither afraid of life nor death, as if he never regrets anything. ——No comparison, no harm.Seeing Munakata, he felt that he had been so selfish and autistic all along.Not worthy of a lover at all.Even standing in front of Hatta made him feel ashamed.He threw vicious complaints at Hatta like a cannonball. "Won't you call someone in the middle of the night and explain things clearly? I don't know if I just arrived in Nara and then turned back. Is it really troublesome? It shouldn't be so stupid to think that your writing has improved after a year, but Misaki and you are still the same. The virtue of my brain, I'm really unlucky too. Tch... What's all this today? What's there to thank? It's extremely boring." "Thank you." Hatta ended his complaint with one sentence.His eyes were still as bright as ever.With blazing temperature.Like never being covered with tears and disappointment. "Thank you, Saruhiko..." Hatta was not at all angry at Fushimi's ugly wording, but he himself didn't know what else to say besides thank you.It had been a long time since he had spoken face-to-face with Fu, and even scolding made him feel so affectionate.He held out his hand to Fushimi.The light at the corner of the stairs was broken, and it was very dark.Only Hatta's eyes can illuminate everything.Fushimi didn't have the courage to hold that hand at all.He just patted Hatta's face lightly. "I'm going back," he said. —even with such a dirty ego.Selfish and cowardly, with unspeakable desires.But that can't deny the turmoil in his heart.Fushimi has always wanted to know what kind of qualifications are needed to love someone?Is it necessary to sacrifice one's life and forget oneself like Munakata?In terms of courage, he doesn't think he is inferior to anyone else.He also once felt that his feelings were more fanatical than anyone else.But these feelings turned into rubbish in front of Hatta.Not good enough.Not good enough.Not good enough.He suddenly understood those violent rape criminals.Sometimes I can't wait to destroy myself and get what I want directly and rudely.Hold your beloved in your arms, press down on the ground, bite your lips, and watch him cry.Then do whatever you want.Of course, I can only think about it.The more humble a person is, the more obscene thoughts he will have.He himself understands very well.He stomped on the gas pedal recklessly on the way home.It is estimated that there will be several fines.Whatever, he thought.When I got home, I happened to see the wife upstairs taking the children downstairs to throw out the trash. "Isn't this... Mr. Subaru? Did you just come back?" Fushimi calmed down and nodded reluctantly. "Xiao Xing, hurry up and say hello to uncle. This uncle is amazing." "Hello, uncle!" The little boy was quite obedient. ...Have you reached the age to be called "uncle"?Fushimi was a little embarrassed.In fact, according to age, it is okay to call him brother, but it is because of his fame that the neighbors in the community all respectfully call him Mr. Subaru, and call him uncle according to the children to show their respect.Or maybe there are too many vicissitudes of love and parting on his face.Lovesickness can make the face look old, and love and hatred can urge Hua to happen early.Youth has long gone without knowing it.Just like he never realized that he loves childishly, time always hits the head and tells others that life is short.There is a small "cleaned" card on the door, probably because the cleaning of the apartment has come.His room is very tidy.The credit for cleanliness comes from the cleaners of the building, and the cleanliness comes from himself.He didn't like to tidy up the house in the past.After living alone again, he always picks up the sundries subconsciously.Put the things back in place, fold the quilt, and wash the teacups and put them on the tea tray.Because Hatta liked to do that in the past.In doing so, it was as if Hatta was still by his side.There is a pleasure of obscenity.Life will always be marked with many marks, whether you like it or not.Some people gradually live like others, and it is not out of intention.Various emotions and memories dominate the body to do some incredible things.Love is so ridiculous and sad.To put it nicely is nostalgia, to put it badly, it’s just masturbation.His feelings don't even know if they are qualified to be called love.In fact, he was already very tired, but Fushimi couldn't eat and couldn't sleep.Seeing Hatta again, he actually scolded him, calm down and think about it, Fushimi wanted to kill himself.He flipped through the books on the bookshelf boredly.He bought and read all of Hatta's books.The writing is superb, ten times better than his coyness, Munakata is right.I am only worthy of following Hatta and submissively writing about my ulterior motives.Hatta's readers are probably mostly male, as can be seen from the style of forum replies.Most of Fushimi's readers are young girls, and there are also middle-aged housewives. In short, they are all people with excess emotions.In the past year, he thought that his writing skills were enough for him to rely on, but today's wave of shareholding turmoil made his confidence fall to the bottom again.There are too many things he can do nothing about, and he wants to devote his life to protecting his loved ones, but his power is always too small.Giving everything is not enough.His eyes stayed on the deepest part of the bookshelf, which was the "Love Hunter" that he and Hatta co-wrote in the past.He's been reluctant to reread this conflict-laden work, not only because of his frivolity and crudeness in the past, but also because the story contains too many of his best times with Hatta.At that time, they were so friendly and pure as two little animals, fighting and writing this innocent novel every day.The whole world is very clear, so quiet that only the dormitory room where they write is the only place where they can vividly see every contact between eyebrows and eyes.Between the lines in that book is the tenderness that only the two of them can understand.Time is picturesque, the more beautiful it is, the more unbearable it is to look back.They used to have each other so close.I feel sad when I think about it.He put the book over his face, but that couldn't cover the little tears.At first it was just gasping wetly, but in the end it just cried like a dog.Tears were trickling, overflowing from both sides of the lens, soaking the books with the fragrance of ink marks.He was full of worries here, and Hatta was also confused there.Hatta is not a person who likes to abuse himself.The turmoil subsided, and Hatta was very happy. Although he couldn't understand why Fushimi was unhappy, he felt that the time between the two of them was still very long, and they would always be able to untie their knots in the future.The reunion made him feel an unspeakable surge in his heart.Fushimi has never given up on him, and he can come back from thousands of miles with a muddle-headed sentence.Knowing this is enough for him to have the courage to face everything.Although I have done many things that hurt him in the past.When he was negotiating, he looked back at Fushimi's face, which was full of such bravery.Zongxiang Weiyi Didi's heroic actions were indeed dazzling, but he had no time to be distracted at that time, he couldn't see the existence of Zongxiang at all.I also forgot the treacherous changes of Bo Yun on the negotiating table.Only Fushimi's face through the glass window remained in his eyes.Like a knight, like a prince, silent and affectionate.Still so pretty.He felt they hadn't changed.It was not sent by the wind of time.There is nothing more blissful than this.He really wanted to run downstairs and run around a few times, shouting loudly.He wanted to write something new, and asked Fushimi to write it together, but on the one hand, he suffered from lack of a theme, and on the other hand, he was embarrassed to go to Fushimi immediately.He was afraid of being scolded by Fushimi again.Tokyo is already showing signs of early winter.This year's cold snap came as gently as promised, and the sparrows huddled on the wires, cuddling each other to keep warm.It is a good season to warm each other.